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Borderline Doctoring
Female hysteria was a once-common medical diagnosis, made exclusively in women, which is today no longer recognized by modern medical authorities as a medical disorder. Women considered to be suffering from it exhibited a wide array of symptoms including faintness, nervousness, sexual desire, insomnia, fluid retention, heaviness in abdomen, muscle spasm, shortness of breath, irritability, loss of appetite for food or sex, and a tendency to cause trouble.
Seireitei General Hospital had always received the award for The Most Prestigious Hospital. This was due to their unblemished service and dedicated personnel. People would come from far and wide, seeking their unparalleled medical assistance.
Nevertheless, like all establishments that are awarded accolades, there are certain amounts of money behind them. For Seireitei General Hospital, the biggest – annual – benefactor was none other than their own Doctor Rukia Kuchiki's big brother, the business Tycoon, Byakuya Kuchiki.
Doctor Ichigo Kurosaki didn't understand the unusual way the hospital was abuzz. Everywhere his amber eyes travelled, cleaning crews – even nurses – were scrubbing dusting, mopping, polishing, and cleaning.
"Ichigo, why aren't you wearing the suit I picked out for you?" He turned to the smaller raven-haired enchantress behind him. Rukia, the person he had come to know more out of her clothes than in them (well, when they were alone), was standing behind him, dressed in her most prissy clothes. Suddenly on instinct Ichigo wanted to rip the black skirt off of her body, freeing her from its oppressive ways.
"That monkey suit? Really, Rukia? I know I wear suits a lot, but that… that thing is what rich stuck-up people wear." Inwardly, Ichigo cringed as he thought back to the black, shimmering, suit.
"How many times do I have to tell you before you get it into your thick skull? The hospital's head benefactor is coming today. The man who indirectly pays both our salaries." She pinched the bridge of her nose, hoping that one of the smartest doctors got the simplest concept.
"He should care about my work, not how I dress."
"Ichigo." Rukia scolded him at his harsh tone.
"What?" A few seconds passed as amber and violet engaged in a glowering contest. "By the way… I really want to rip that skirt off of you and take you right here against th-" Not wasting time Rukia slapped her hand over his mouth, wanting him to keep his lewd thoughts to himself.
"Don't finish that sentence, Ichigo Kurosaki."
His muffled mumbling came from behind her hand, but stopped at her glare.
"Go home and change into something more appropriate. And please, hurry back." She turned around, but was quickly pulled into Ichigo's embrace and passion-filled kiss. Breaking apart breathless, Rukia saw the undisputable lust in Ichigo's amber orbs.
"What does a man have to do to get his fiancé to kiss him, huh, Rukia?"
Her cheeks filled with crimson. "He just has to wait until they're alone… and has to get dressed in the goddamn suit."
The luxurious black sedan came to a halt inside the Hospital's parking lot. Said expensive car carried three passengers. These included the most underpaid man in the world, the driver, and two other men who were both dressed in sleek suits which only executives would wear. These men where none other than Kaien Shiba, advisor to the most powerful man in the business world, and the man in question, Byakuya Kuchiki.
The tall, dark and very handsome billionaire stepped out of the car just to be bumped into by an orange-haired man who, by the looks of it, was trying to knot his loose tie. Of course, the Kuchiki noble immediately took offence at the man's utter rudeness and boorish etiquette.
"Oh sorry." He mumbled and continued walking, until his phone rang. Yanking it from his inner pocket, he placed it between his ear and shoulder and continued knotting his tie.
"Yes, Rukia." Straightaway Byakuya's attention was grabbed by this man's private conversation. "I did check if it was clean."
Byakuya was walking at the man's slow pace, seeing as he was struggling with his tie. "Why are you so nervous? This guy is just-" The man stopped dead in his tracks. "YOUR BROTHER! You didn't tell me that!" Byakuya as normal as possible stopped and turned towards his car, creating the illusion that he forgot something. "You know he's going to kill me, right?" He heard the man mumble. That's not all, boy.
Once the man was away from his view he heard another voice call out. "Byakuya, were did you disappear to? One moment you're here, the next you're gone." Kaien Shiba came jogging up to him, dressed equally as refined as Byakuya. "Let's not diddle doddle… Rukia-chan is waiting for us."
Byakuya Kuchiki was a patient man. Well, only on the outside. He would always keep his emotions under lock and key, just as his grandfather had taught him. If he wanted to get anywhere in life, he had to control his passions for later when he was alone.
So far everything was going according to plan. However one insolent boy had stripped him from his patience all together.
"Nii-sama, Kaien-dono!" A raven-haired doctor swiftly walked toward the men she had addressed. "I hope your flight was pleasant."
"Rukia-chan!" Kaien Shiba hurried over to the petite doctor, giving her one of his infamous hugs before her brother could even respond to her presence. "Everything was perfect, except for Mr Grumpy over there." Kaien joked as he pointed toward Byakuya.
"Shiba, you should watch your attitude. We are here on official business, not on a social visit." Although Byakuya had treated his visits to SGH as business trips, Kaien Shiba always knew that Byakuya had used them as an excuse to check up on Rukia. He may not show much emotion, but around Rukia, he wore his heart on his sleeve.
"Relax, Bya-kun. Everything will be done on time."
"Nii-sama." Hearing her voice, Byakuya turned toward Rukia, acknowledging her for the first time. "I know you're here on business, but would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
"Of course, I'll make reservations at-"
"Actually, would you mind if we had dinner at my place. I'd like to introduce someone to you."
Byakuya nodded.
Byakuya's little sister had devised a master plan to announce her relationship with her orange-haired strawberry to her brother; a plan that did not include an audience.
Nevertheless, with Ichigo her strategies never panned out as she had imagined. Especially now.
"Midget!" Rukia paled. Ichigo came walking down the hall directly towards her. From his vantage point from the far away distance, the male cardiothoracic doctor saw Rukia talking to two men. Two very handsome men. One of whom he had seen before and had kindly forbidden Rukia to talk to. Sensing his opportunity, Ichigo grabbed it. "I've been looking for you!" He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to him and locking his lips with Rukia's for a searing kiss.
Once they pulled apart, Rukia noticed the horrified look on both her brother and mentor's faces.
"Nii-sama. Kaien-dono. This is Ichigo Kurosaki…my fiancé."
Rukia was about to burst an artery. She had spent all her energy convincing and begging Ichigo to make an amazing dinner as Byakuya was coming over for supper. Of course, the hormone-driven man had agreed to make said dinner only after Rukia promised to do unrepeatable things to him later.
However, as of 7 o'clock, the petite doctor had felt nothing but rage toward the two men she held close to her heart.
Byakuya Kuchiki stared at Ichigo Kurosaki as if he were the scum of the earth. This boy, as Byakuya would put it, did not have any sort of manners or respect. Those alone made His Proudness dislike Ichigo. Not to mention his future brother-in-law had orange hair!
Across the table, keeping his glare and scowl trained on Byakuya's, Ichigo was sitting and cursing his future pain-in-the-ass-in-law. When Rukia had introduced Byakuya to Ichigo earlier that day, Ichigo already had a mind-set; an unwavering one. Byakuya was a stuck-up, rich person.
They kept glaring. Not even touching their food.
Rukia even got up and left the room, only to return later with the two still at it.
"That's it! You two will stop this nonsense right now!" Rukia had never in her life spoken to her brother like that. It felt so good.
"Rukia, should I remind you-" Before Byakuya could get any further into his speech, the opposing orange-haired buffoon interrupted him.
"Why can't you treat her like an adult? She ain't a kid anymore!"
"Kurosaki, you have no right to insinuate that I treat her like a child. She is my sister and I will see to her welfare."
"I know what big brothers are for Byakuya!" Ichigo stood up, sending his chair crashing to the floor. "Trust me, I wouldn't let anything happen to Rukia."
"If you care so much about her, then will you give her anything? Make sure that her place in society is one of noble stature? Or are you promising her the moon and stars?"
"I promised her my love the day I proposed to her!"
"Without my consent."
"Her answer is the only one I care about… and she did say yes."
"Kurosaki don't think that you own her, only because she-"
"STOP IT!"
Both men were stunned. Silence, complete and utter silence.
"Ichigo, sit down." His dish-panned eyes kept staring at Rukia's fuming form as he picked his chair up off the ground and placed himself on it. "Now you better listen and you better listen well… Byakuya…" She turned towards her brother. "I thank you for everything you have done for me, for everything you have given me… but I'm grown up now. I can take care of myself. I can also choose whom I want to love. I'm sorry for not introducing you to Ichigo before our engagement…"
Mainly because the proposing of the engagement was really on a whim; not to mention after sex question, her mind added.
"But I love Ichigo, and I know he can give me everything you want me to have." She took a deep breath. "It would mean a lot to me if you give us your permission…"
Byakuya was still feeling the aftershock of her words, and for a moment, he was proud. She really has grown up, huh, Hisana. Without any words, Byakuya nodded with a faint smile on his lips.
"Thank you, Nii-sama." She smiled, straight from the heart. Nevertheless, who would Rukia Kuchiki be if she didn't ruin the moment. "Kurosaki!" Ichigo jumped at his name. "Don't look so smug, you baka! Apologize to Nii-sama… and don't even think about getting laid tonight." Silence. "Pudding anyone?"
She smiled and walked away, leaving two flabbergasted men behind.
"I would wish you luck…" Byakuya turned his gaze to his new future brother-in-law. "But I don't think I'm going to."
Ichigo just remained silent.
His lips determinedly opened under hers and her warm tongue sliced into his mouth, stealing along his teeth. He swore that he could taste colour, as he tasted the sweet flavour of her strawberry desert. Her hand, her ruthless hand grabbed the back of his neck. She held onto the kiss, pulling all the air from his lungs, not letting him go. His fingers, on instinct, curled up into her hair. She moaned as his fingers started to trace down her neck to her waist.
Her body was ignited as his lips moved from her mouth to her chin, following the path down her neck. He gently sucked on the most delicate spot and Rukia's body automatically responded with whimpering, making the orange-haired male chuckle.
She arched her back, pressing her breasts into her chest, as he quietly, continuously, murmured her name into her skin.
Rukia's very flesh was on fire as he, like all the times before, nipped at her collarbone and trailed teeth-marks on her porcelain skin.
The ever increasing heat between them spread and tortured the panting lovers. Ichigo could feel the slow-burning haze, the haze he was all too familiar with.
The raven-haired beauty's impatience made for an interesting game. She lunged forward and kissed him hard.
The dominating side of Rukia tried to push him over, hoping that she could take control, but Ichigo held her firmly beneath him as his hands cupped her breasts.
He held a kiss to her throat. A long sloppy kiss.
She grinned as she felt his hands travel down her naked body. Her moaning unconsciously sprang from her throat when Ichigo's lips latched onto her nipples. Ichigo was playing with her, Rukia knew. It was his revenge for everything that had happened. He knew her need for him was unquenchable and growing even hotter… but that didn't stop him from taking his time.
He kissed every part of her body. She moaned each time his lips made contact with her skin.
At the brush of his fingers between her legs, Rukia couldn't help but moan louder than before. Ichigo was momentarily surprised by her animalistic reaction, but grinned.
"I thought I wasn't getting laid tonight, Rukia." Ichigo purred into her ear. She didn't respond in words, but only pulled his already nude body towards her and kissed him hard.
Just in time, Ichigo folded. What could he say… he loved her and would do anything for her. His feather light touch pushed her legs open. Her want was written over her face as Ichigo's fingers trailed over her velvet lips. Her whimper urged Ichigo on.
Dipping his head into the crook of her neck, Ichigo pushed his engorged member into her. His own sanity slipping from his grasp. He kissed her for the millionth time as her own hips started to buckle, desperate for some friction.
The rhythm was unmatched. With each thrust, Ichigo pushed Rukia into the softness of their bed sheets. He kissed her again as he was still deep inside of her and his hips pushed into her thighs. His chest was flush against her chest, feeling every breath she took. With each thrust it felt as though she was swallowing him whole. He doubled up, forging a new path between her shaking thighs. His thrusts were not fast but deep. Rukia's cries were purely a mixture of pleasure and pain. He knew he should be gentler, be more romantically slow, but the look of utter satisfaction on her face made him completely lose himself.
Her nipples were hard and erect, rubbing against his own, and he could feel her tightening around him. Her panting became louder, just as her moaning became deafening.
"Ichigo!"
She cried out his name and he could not resist grunting, increasing his pace as he barreled into her relentlessly. He wanted her to feel all the pleasure in the world. He would give her anything.
She was no longer coherent. No form of words could be formed in her mind or mouth. Their pleasured cries echoed throughout the room, and he could feel the heat inside him building. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold off. That's the moment she began to shake around his length. He deepened his thrusts, straight to her core, her own orgasm still ripping through her body.
Her ankles swept up and dug into his thighs and she impaled herself back on him with primal abandon. He caught her by the hips to keep her steady.
Rukia's mouth widened and her spine curved off the bed, trumpeting her release. As her body began to buck and her back arched once more, Ichigo thrusted with more power than ever before, releasing his own orgasm at the same time; along with her name on his lips.
Enjoying the after effects of their animalistic sex, Rukia curled into Ichigo's body.
"Have I ever told you, I'm glad I'm marrying you?" Rukia's voice was clouded with breathlessness.
"Not today…"
"Well I am."
"Speaking of marrying… we still have to decide on a date…" Rukia groaned into his chest.
"Not now… please? Rangiku has been bugging me this whole week."
"You wanted to make her maid of honour." Ichigo chuckled at the memory of Rangiku announcing herself maid of honour, not even taking Rukia's choice in consideration.
"Ichigo?"
"Mmm…"
"What is your opinion on kids?"
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