Something About You: Chapter 10
By
IchigoRukiaforever
Disclaimer: IfI owned Bleach, Ichigo and Rukia would have had many, many, kids by now XD So I obviously don't. Bleach is Kubo sensei's creation. Ichigo and Rukia belong to Tite Kubo. (Sniffs)
Warning: Language, Intimacy, FLUFF beyond your wildest imagination. (Call me Fluff Master)
"But its harder to hold on to your hands and the hands of time"
-David Archuleta-
P.s: Yay for David A! I love his self-titled album. Ok, on to the chapter now.
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8.16 p.m, Rukia's apartment
"You're taking forever in there, Rukia!" wailed a very impatient Ichigo.
He was leaning against the Rukia's room door in her apartment, his arms crossed over his Navy Blue Nautica Jacket, waiting for her to change. He sighed and stared up at the white ceiling in the dimly lit hallway.
He pulled up his sleeve slightly and glanced at the time.
Man, Rukia had been changing for 24 minutes already.
He ran his fingers impatiently through his spiky orange hair.
His mind hazily did a recap of what they did earlier that day.
6.47p.m Central Park
"Ooh… Ichigo! Look! Ducks!" squealed Rukia in delight as they were passing the lillypad pond in Central Park. Many passer-bys had found Rukia's ominous outburst quite amusing.
Ichigo rolled his eyes heavenward as she tugged on his arm and pulled him with her to get a closer look.
Ichigo surveyed the evening sky, an inky orange, as a rare breeze ruffled through his tall being.
Meanwhile, Rukia trudged over to the earthy ground near the pond, completely ruining her beige Jimmy Choo's (-she didn't mind, since they were her sister's) , crouching low to survey a small flock of fat, grey ducks near the edge. Among them all was one dirty white duck; the rims of its feather's had a hint of dirty yellow, almost orange. It stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the others. It was by itself and didn't seem to mind being that way.
Rukia seemed most fascinated with that one. Hmm… Orangey and a loner. There was something rather familiar about the duck. Rukia grinned.
It quacked loudly, jerking Ichigo's gaze back towards Earth.
He inspected the noisy duck pointedly, moving closer to Rukia's crouching form. He glanced at her.
She had the ghost of a laugh etched upon her lips, and her eyes were heavy lidded in fascination.
Ichigo smirked as he shoved his hands into his jeans pockets.
"It even speaks your language, Rukia," he mocked lightly prodding the crouching girl with his foot.
It quacked again. It almost sounded angry.
"Au contraire, Ichigo. Look closely. Doesn't it remind you of someone?" Rukia grinned up at him excitedly.
Ichigo couldn't believe he was in the middle of Central Park on a Friday evening, staring at some ducks. He was just about to tell Rukia this, when he noticed her dark violet eyes were sparkling with amusement and her pretty face was practically glowing; due to her excitement or the evening sky, that, he didn't know.
He sighed and crouched down next to her.
"I'll bite. Who?" he said half frowning at the orangey yellow duck, that was still quacking madly at the other rather silent ducks, as though trying to prove its point. Man, what a sour animal. Heck, it even looked like it was scowling. Why on Earth did Rukia have to pick this duck to be so excited about was completely beyond him. All the other silent ones looked just fine.
"Oh, come on. Guess," she smirked at him prettily, dimples clearly on show.
Ichigo scowled at her half-heartedly.
"I dunno. Donald Trump?" he said lamely. With the way it was quacking, it looked like it was ordering the other ducks around. Maybe due to the duck's bossiness, Rukia had come to that insane conclusion.
Good Lord, was he actually trying to analyze some random duck?
The things he did for Rukia Kuchiki.
She let out a tinkling laugh at his answer.
"No, Dorkus. It reminds me of you," she said jabbing him in the ribs.
Ichigo scowled harder.
He couldn't take the taunting any longer as she decided to name the duck Ichigo Chappy Jr. Kuchiki.
Where did she get the name Chappy from, he didn't know and he didn't think he wanted to know.
He dragged her away from the pond in frustration.
Then she had forced him to buy her some Ice-cream.
He ordered chocolate of course.
And she ordered Strawberry.
Ichigo smirked at this. "Oi shorty, you like the taste of Strawberry, huh?" he asked her, his golden eyes bright, as he watched her eagerly lick the pink treat.
"Pervert," she shot at him, smacking him with her free hand.
"You said it, not me," he said shrugging, almost finished with his chocolate cone.
Ichigo remembered the last time they had eaten ice-cream, still handcuffed to each other. Actually, when she was eating ice-cream while he watched her, at 2 in the morning. He just sort of ate the ice-cream off her mouth. He smirked, his brain growing fuzzy at the thought.
The sugary sweetness + Rukia Kuchiki = Heaven.
Then he decided to walk her back to her penthouse before heading home.
Rukia had challenged him to a game on her Wii, and so they both sat down on her black couch and played.
The only problem was that Ichigo kept winning. Ichigo didn't know which to be more shocked about; the fact that Rukia had a Wii, or the fact that she sucked so bad at it that he won her whilst trying his best to let her win.
This resulted in Rukia jabbing him in the ribs in a desperate, last minute resort to intercept him.
Ichigo finally dropped the console and pounced on her, tickling her everywhere within reach.
She squirmed beneath him on the soft couch, shaking with silent laughter. She struggled but was nowhere near as strong as he was and all attempts to throw him off were in vain.
"I-Ichigo! S-stop-p Pleas-s-seee," she panted in between her laughter.
But Ichigo's skilled fingers mercilessly attacked her in all the right places, completely ignoring her protests.
"This is for naming the duck after me, this is for making me buy you ice-cream, and this is… well, just because I like the way you're squirming beneath me," he said with every dive he took at her. Then he froze at his last sentence, his hands coming to a stop.
Rukia just stared up at him her laughter dying away, her cheeks a heart-stopping red. And her pretty eyes wide. Her chest rising and falling heavily as her heart pounded in her ears.
Did Ichigo just say 'I like the way you're squirming beneath me'?
She burst out laughing to Ichigo's surprise.
"You're such a perv, Ichigo Kurosaki," she smiled up at him, biting her lip.
"You know, since you keep claiming I'm such a pervert, then maybe I should just go ahead and start acting like one," he mumbled cheekily, before claiming her inviting lips.
He couldn't resist; not after what happened last night. They were so close to it.
They began kissing furiously, and Rukia briefly wondered how something innocent like Speed Racer had turned into a full-on makeout session on the very same couch.
This thought kinda flew out her mind though; Ichigo Kurosaki was so good at this. It was rather distracting.
He pressed her deeper into the couch, and began kissing her from a different angle to get more access.
Suddenly he felt her small hands on the front of his chest, pushing urgently.
He lifted himself slightly to look at her, both of them breathing hard.
"Off, now, Kurosaki. You're damn heavy. I can't breathe. Switch," she grinned bossily up at him.
Ichigo shrugged and flipped her so that she was now on top of him, lying on his chest.
Then he they began attacking each other again, Rukia's hands on the sides of his face, and his were, well… everywhere.
Rukia moaned at his bold hand gestures, it felt so damn good, but she had to keep him in control. She half-heartedly smacked him.
"You simply cannot touch a girl like that," said Rukia breathlessly.
"Why, Rukia? Most girls enjoy being manhandled in the height of passion," he said grinning up at her, and tracing her lips with his fingers, then running it through her silken hair.
"How would you know?" demanded Rukia, her large, freakishly violet eyes narrowing into mere slits.
"My, my. A little possessive aren't we, now? I'm guessing, Rukia, from the way you react. Like for example, when I do this-," he said haughtily, then suddenly groped her nearest breast and gave it a firm squeeze through the thin material of her sweater.
Rukia let out a strangled gasp.
" See? Feels good? Doesn't it?" he teased, kneading the tender flesh with his large hand, watching her dreamy expression.
She smacked him again. Blushing hard. And then punished him by kissing him so roughly his eyes jerked open wide.
They didn't even hear the high-heeled clacking sounds on the marble tiled floor as a third person entered the room.
"Rukia, I just- Oh God! I'm sorry. Bad timing," said Hisana her eyes widening in utter shock and making a detour right back out of the house.
Rukia tore away from Ichigo so fast, it almost defied every law of Physics imaginable, just in time to catch her sister close the front door behind her.
"Oh My God. Tell me this is a bad dream," she wailed to Ichigo, smacking herself.
Ichigo shrugged, so embarrassed to be caught by Rukia's sister. It was rather weird to make out with someone and then spot someone who looks exactly like the someone that you're making out with, looking right back at you.
Ichigo's brain spun.
"Coulda been Byakuya," he mumbled lamely, trying to calm down a very embarrassed Rukia.
Rukia buried her head into Ichigo's shoulder to block out a scream that was threatening to protrude her throat.
8.24p.m, Rukia's Apartment
It had, in fact been, an hour since they had been walked in on by Hisana. Since then, they couldn't seem to get over the awkwardness, Rukia was practically begging the ground to swallow her into its depths. Ichigo had recovered first, and decided to change the topic, suggesting they could go for dinner now.
As Rukia had gone to change, Ichigo had returned to his apartment to freshen up as well. When he returned, James had let him in, and he had been waiting for Rukia for nearly 25 minutes.
He finally snapped.
Ichigo growled low at the wooden door before him.
"That's it Rukia! I'm comin' in anyway,' he said pushing the wooden door open, which to his luck was unlocked, completely ignoring the protests coming from behind it.
He pushed the door open completely to reveal her large room, immediately spotting her next to her vanity mirror, her back to him.
His struggled to keep his jaw shut as his honey brown gaze travelled over her slender form.
Her dark hair spilled loosely to her shoulders. She was wearing a sleeveless, velvet, emerald green, turtleneck dress, that barely covered her ass. God forbid, if she were to move, even a little, it would ride up and she would be flashing her lacy, black, Victoria secret undies. Her endless, milky legs were running down completely uncovered.
Ichigo felt his breath hitch in his throat when she turned around to face him, the magnificent article of clothing hugging her in all the right places on top and covering almost nothing below.
"Happy? I told you not to come in," she muttered, her cheeks growing warm with his evident stare, trying and failing to pull the garment lower.
Ichigo said nothing, and simply walked over to her, and stopped right in front of her.
He peered down at her, his hazel gaze making Rukia hot all over.
"Rukia. Don't you think that dress is a little short?" he said lifting an eyebrow, as he peered down into her pretty face, which was quickly turning a brilliant shade of magenta.
She gritted her tiny white teeth as she dared herself to look up into his carved-by-angels eyes.
"Idiot. It's not a dress. It's a top, but you came in before I could put on my pants,' she hissed up at him, pushing her glossy hair out of her eyes.
Ichigo coloured instantly, but struggled to regain his composture.
"Ah. I see, "he said rather stupidly, running his fingers through his spiky hair nervously.
Violet and Amber had a stareout before Rukia sighed.
"So… are you gonna carry on being a perv, or let me change in peace?" she asked sarcastically.
Ichigo didn't even flinch; it was almost like he was expecting this retort from her ever since he walked in her room door. In fact, if anything, he moved closer.
"Do I actually get to choose?" said Ichigo letting loose one of his rare grins.
Rukia fought back a smile, and was quickly in denial of all the fluttering activity in her chest.
She stepped a little closer to him, letting her alluring scent do the trick.
"What do you have in mind?" she whispered softly, her scent overwhelming him, those pretty, pretty eyes of hers staring into his soul.
Ichigo closed the gap between them, and their lips met softly, quite a contrast to the usual battle they had with their tongues. They kissed slowly, in a torturous manner, which was driving Ichigo insane. It was as though they were trying to see who could make the other one more aggravated. Ichigo had of course, lost this battle, as he shoved her against the wall, and attacked her mouth.
Rukia moaned against him struggling to free her wrists from his vice-like grip on either side of her head. He let go of her wrists and planted his warm hands on either side of her waist.
Rukia slid her arms around his neck as he began trailing his lips down to her neck, scraping his teeth lightly over her accelerating pulse point. Rukia gasped, her eyes sliding shut as she ran her fingers through his soft hair. She briefly wondered if it was even possible for a boy to have such soft hair, but all thoughts flew out of her mind the minute his miraculous tongue began tracing her jaw.
'Mm.. Ichigo. Funny isn't it?" she drawled out in their tight embrace.
"What is?" he whispered against her throat.
"The way we are," she mumbled, her few words coming out as a sigh, due to Ichigo's busy mouth.
He paused for a moment and brought his head upright, to look her in the eyes.
"What are you talking bout, Rukia?" he whispered hotly in her ear, thrilling a shiver down spine and pausing to kiss her bare shoulder.
"We totally skipped a stage. We were barely friends before we became…" her voice trailed off embarrassedly.
"Lovers?" Ichigo quipped, raising his head to look at her properly.
She blushed, her eyes downcast. "No, silly. Don't say that,' she looked away.
Ichigo watched her, a flicker of annoyance rising inside his chest. Did she not like him?
"I'm not your Lover? Why not?" he said looking so cutely disgruntled Rukia had to peck him on the lips.
"Don't say Lover, stupid. It sounds like… we're screwing around," she muttered, her finger tracing the odd pattern of his jacket.
"And what would you call this?" he enquired, eyebrow raised as he tightened his grip on her hips.
She rolled her eyes. Males and their ego. They all seemed to be full of it.
"Making out? I dunno, Ichigo. I just don't like the sound of Lovers, kay," she said slowly, resting her head against the wall.
Ichigo's curiosity peaked. His relationship with Rukia right now was pretty fun.
But what exactly are they?
He looked down at the slender girl in his arms. From the start, it wasn't her appearance, as appealing as it was, that had drawn him to her. It was just the mere fact that she seemed to share some sort of unspoken bond with him. Like it just seemed right to be by her side. He couldn't bear the thought of her with anyone else. A sudden possessiveness seemed to overtake him when it came to Rukia.
"You're mine," he said firmly, his voice steady and strong as he pulled her to him. As if those two words settled the matter.
Rukia blinked up at the sudden raw look in his golden eyes, suddenly feeling a little trapped with the way he was caging her. It was as though he was simply marking his territory. Rukia had read about this in many books.
Possessive and dominant seemed to be Ichigo Kurosaki's middle names.
"Works both ways, idiot," she smiled up at him, pressing their foreheads together.
He pulled her close, crushing her tiny body against his.
She gasped as she felt his hardness pressing into her.
She giggled. "Somebody's awake,' she whispered into his neck as he slid his hand up her exposed thigh. His warm hands felt so good on her skin.
"You woke him up, fool," Ichigo muttered into her shoulder, softly biting her tender skin.
Rukia moved one of her hands down his broad chest, deftly unbuttoning his pants to take a hold of him through his boxers.
Ichigo hissed when he felt her small hand close around his aching erection, his back arching against his will.
She slowly began moving up and down, watching his face gleefully. "I love it when you're like this," she mumbled, stroking him with increasing fire through his boxers. She felt so powerful watching him shudder and succumb to her touch.
"Are you tuh-trying … to get r-raped?" he rasped out, through gritted teeth.
She smirked up at her arrogant orange-haired male. She blinked at the severity of her thoughts. Her male? When was he her male? Jeez, and she called him possessive.
"Oh please, I'm in total con-." Rukia broke of gasping.
Ichigo had moved so fast she hadn't even seen him do it. He had pulled up her top and clamped his lips around one pink nipple, through the thin cotton of her bra. She moaned and Ichigo cheered inwardly; her hand was coming to a stop on his member. He began suckling her deliberately causing her hands to go shooting up to his hair, subconsciously pushing his face closer to her chest. His erection was pushing into her already wet core insistently.
She was losing control, giving in.
Then the light bulbs in her head flashed dangerously.
What the heck were they doing?
Stop, stop, stop!
"Stop,' she croaked weakly, her small hands tugging at his orange mane. He paused; his lips still propped around her nipple which was pert from all the excitement.
Ichigo groaned and lifted his head off her grudgingly, pulling her blouse down to a more respectable level. He was slightly ashamed at his inability to exercise more control, but she was being so fucking irresistible. Unable to look at her, he busied himself with his fingers, sighing.
"Sorry," he said awkwardly, finally glancing at her breathless face. They were both breathing fast from their recent bout.
She shut her eyes slowly. "No, I'm sorry, I started it," she whispered back.
He glanced around, rubbing his neck. "So, we still going for dinner?" he mumbled, trying not to sound too hopeful.
She smirked up at him. "Duh! I want a cheeseburger, pronto," she demanded.
Ichigo felt the weight on his beating heart lift considerably.
He grinned at her. "Alrighty then," he said before lifting himself off her and freeing her from the wall.
She blinked abruptly from the sudden loss of his warmth.
"Where you going?" she called after him as he crossed over to her bathroom.
He turned around and lifted his eyebrows in exasperation.
"You want me to walk around with a lamppost sticking outta my pants?" he sniped, unabashedly pointing at his bulging manhood.
Rukia blushed daintily. "Ew. Don't jerk off in my shower," she wailed, pouting.
"Would you rather finish the job then?" he enquired smoothly, grinning suggestively.
"Ichigo!" she ground out.
"Relax, Rukia. I meant a cold shower," he said rolling his eyes as he fumbled for the bathroom light and stepping into said bathroom to strip down.
"You better. Any funny business and I'm turning off the light… and the water supply," Rukia simpered childishly, moving closer to the door which Ichigo hadn't closed all the way.
Her only response was his boxers flying through the open crack of the bathroom door, right into her face. She bit back a scream when her surroundings faded out as it enveloped her tiny face.
She yanked it off, eyeing the logo on the garment hastily.
Batman? She chuckled lightly. Amusing.
Instead of screaming bloody murder over the fact he had shoved his underwear into her face, she walked towards the slightly ajar door and leaned against the doorframe, smirking haughtily.
"You're not getting this back, darling," she called with a tinkling laugh, swinging the boxers around with her forefinger as she heard him turn the shower on.
"Aww… you wanna keep it?" came his voice, slightly muffled by the sound of the rushing water; but Rukia hardly missed the taunting in his tone.
Rukia chuckled darkly. "Whatever. Rest assured you're going commando for dinner tonight," she mumbled stalking off, bouncing lightly towards her walk in wardrobe.
Ichigo's eyes widened and he almost swallowed a mouthful of shower water when he realized Rukia wasn't playing.
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Ichigo: (wipes forehead) That was a close call… phew. I swear, I'm gonna Bankai on you If you ever try that again!
Me: (rolls eyes) You have no Bankai in my story, Ichigo.
Ichigo: (narrows his eyes) I don't like you…
Rukia: Ichigo? Anyone! Explain to me what the heck's goin on already!
Me: YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING (waves hands around dramatically like the penguin from Madagascar)
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A/N: Hey, hope you liked the chapter! Sorry it took so long. Gomen! I was on holiday. I did this chapter in a bit of a rush so I hope everyone likes it. If you enjoyed this chapter I can guarantee you'll love the next one. Heh. Well, I hope so.
I'm glad to say that me self-teaching myself Japanese, is going pretty well. I'm glad.
Yokatta XD
So review if you want to know what happens to Ichigo's boxers. Haha. In the next chapter.
Sorry, but as the writer I need your feedback XD
Oh Yeah, thanks to all my reviewers so far! You guys make my day! You totally rock.
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Jaa Ne,
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