If you're not 16+/don't like err . . . 'older' themes Do not read this chapter - I guarantee you won't like it. ;) So to those of you who are and do, I hope you enjoy this chapter; I worked hard on it, really trying not to go overboard with OOC-ness, so read and tell me what you think – Seriously, I need help. – it's my first time writing anything like this XD Terribly nervous of posting this up O.o


Rukia P.O.V

I buried my face into the side of his neck. He lifted his head and I did mine, he looked at me, all the sadness in his world was bleeding through his eyes. I grabbed him around the back again to bury my face in his neck, and we just stayed there, holding each other.

A new song started playing, as he walked us into the bathroom (Just Like a Pill - Pink). The room was as it was before; dark with only a flicker of orange light that gave shadows to his face. Ichigo's head shifted so his chin was on my shoulder and I heard the door click shut.

"I never did get that dance" he whispered huskily into the crook of my neck, his voice sent shivers down my spine that were double the strength of previous ones. He wasn't crying anymore. I answered back, whispering as he had done.

"Yes you did, Hinder, remember?" My voice almost hitched, I was somehow nervous – I was never nervous around Ichigo, which was one of the things that made it so easy to be with him.

He chuckled darkly

"You can hardly call that dancing" He replied, his voice almost a growl, and Shifted his body so his right-hand was back in the small of my back. With his left he pulled the top of my right arm, slowly dragging his hand down from the top, his fingers softly caressing the underside, slowly passing my elbow, his thumb stroking down the underside of my forearm and finally grasping my hand, my entire arm burning at his gentle touch - I'd never felt so alive, pardon the pun, every millimetre of my arm felt like it was on fire (but, in a good way – If that's possible) - I think my gigai's breaking. He slowly started trailing his right hand around my back again, his touch as soft as a warm breeze, but as noticeable as a hot Iron thrust on your back.

"B-But, isn't this s-song a bit, too dep-depressing for danc-ING?" My voice pitched at the last part of the sentence, and my head started to roll as I jumped further into his body. His face was still in the crook of my neck, and as I had spoken, his fingertips glided from the top of my shoulder blades, through the middle, slowly engulfing them in the flame that he was burning on my body. Down the middle of my spine, slowly moving down to the small of my back, where right as I thought he was about to stop (where my voice pitched) he suddenly grabbed the back of my thigh, I gasped, and in a move so fast I only felt it (Well, not to mention the room was lit by one measly candle) he thrust it upwards so my upper-leg was set on his hip-bone, his hand still grasping my thigh. His head snapped up and his eyes bore straight into mine, half lidded and smouldering, resting his forehead against mine, my hand fisted tight in his hair (I don't know how it got there) and my eyes closed. He replied his voice deep and guttural;

"We just found each other again, I think were allowed to act a little . . . darker"

At the word 'darker' his voice deepened and he lifted his chin. He stole my bottom lip with the tips of his teeth and a deep, almost dark, burning fire set in the area around my thighs and above as my mind crumbled and I responded, trapping his top lip with the both of my own. A new fire exploded where our lips met. all my senses mashed together so much so that all I could be aware of was him; the heat of his body, the feel of his hard muscles where he met with my own and rippled as he moved, and the rugged humid smell of his skin soaking into my awareness. I was in bliss.

So I decided to try something I had never done before; I deepened my voice and replied as sarcastically and slowly as I could (I.E. I tried to make my voice sexy)

"So we're going . . . to tango . . . in my . . . bathroom?" I chuckled darkly at the end of my sentence. His hand suddenly tightened around my thigh, sending another shock up to that burning area, the hand that was grasping my own shot to my hip and pulled me further to his body. I could feel his heartbeat through my own chest, and the heat of his skin coming off in waves. I swung my other arm to his neck and I stroked the soft hair of his neck – I felt them rise as his head rolled back slightly. Did it work?

"Maybe . . ." He gruffly whispered back as he suddenly swung me round in a dip, so that he was leaning close above me and took my lips again, but this time, properly. I'd never kissed before, but this felt amazing, his mouth moved in time with my own as he unconsciously released and tightened his hand around my thigh as he slowly leant into me.

The song ended. Ichigo seemed to take notice of this, because I felt him smile against my lips, and he suddenly righted us again. He stopped kissing me and I opened my eyes slowly, looking at him. The candlelight let me see the un-shadowed parts of his face; His eyes were hooded, and he wore a rather arrogant smirk. I let my eyes fall to his neck; his top button was unfastened and his collar revealed a small amount of his muscular chest to my *cough*hungry*cough* eyes, his shirt was a bit creased but betrayed nothing of what we were doing (Cough). The only thing that gave any hint was his hair – it was sticking out all over the place where I had messed it up – I felt my cheeks heat up slightly at this – he looked drop-dead-gorgeous. I looked back to his face, which was now staring intently at me, a focus devoted only on me, and (I'm not sure if it was just my eyes or not) a tiny, tiny hint of a blush. I stared into his deep brown orbs. His hand was still gripped around my thigh, his thumb lightly caressing the top of it. 'Unchained melody' by The Righteous Brothers started to play on the Hi-fi, and all of a sudden, a wave of confidence struck me.

I grabbed the middle of his shirt and pulled him towards me, grasping the hand that was on my thigh, and then pulling his face towards me with the other. This time I lead, trying to mimic what he had done, varying pressure on his lips as my arms lingered around his neck. He responded quickly. Grabbing my other thigh with his other hand he hoisted me onto his hips moved his lips off mine and onto my neck and started butterfly kissing down the side to my shoulder. I pressed my forehead to the top of his, and trailed my hands down his sides slowly. His grip on me tightened again as I felt him shudder. He pressed his face into my neck, as I slowly started pulling his shirt form where it was tucked into his pants

" . . .You-h . . . feels –so-h . .-Goo-hd . . ." he gasped. His voice just made me want more, so I yanked his shirt out of his pants and stuffed my hands underneath it to his back. I closed my eyes again and felt around the plains of his back, feeling his muscles contorting as he moved his arms, or tensed his back, only wishing he wasn't wearing it, so I could see it too. He just gasped, his hands tensing around my thighs still. I decided to try something different and leant back to place my hands under the front of his shirt. I moved them to his abdomen and he jerked, his eyes darting to meet mine, I met them, and slowly unbuttoned the bottom one from his shirt, still all the while looking at him. His eyes widened as he realised just how far this could go (well, he must've figured that out about 15 minutes ago because, let just say, I could feel 'something' and it had not gone back yet-I was still fighting that blush) he asked a little breathlessly;

"Are you sure . . . ?" I just smiled and replied feigning confidence

"Ichigo, I have been around for about one-hundred-and-twenty-years, and just tonight was my first kiss, I think I have been patient long enough" but then it occurred to me

"Are you?" I looked deep into his eyes, no doubt even if he wasn't he'd probably go ahead with it anyway, just for my sake. He stared directly at me honesty blatant in his eyes

"Only if it's with you" I smiled and kissed him quickly.

"Well, I think . . ." I fingered around with the button underneath the top one and pressed my forehead against his

"We have a deal." I pressed my nose to his and felt his eyes widen slightly. His hands whipped to my back and I gripped his body with my legs to stay on. His lips mashed with mine. His hands were moving all over my shoulder blades as I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, taking time to savour the moment. As I undid the last button, he shifted around with his feet and kicked something behind us and I heard a thud – I realised – it was his shoes, he spun us round and set down on the edge of the bath, all the while still kissing me. I placed my thumbs underneath the braces and slipped them over his shoulders, taking in the feel of his hard arm-muscles and the veins that seemed to want to pop out of them. Once they were off his arms I slipped my hands through the front of his shirt, taking in the immense feel of his toned waist and chest, his skin was smooth but hard as a rock. I moved my hands to his shoulders, slipping his shirt down his arms, where it pooled at his wrists. I took hold of his hands, and slipped the sleeves past them where it floated to the floor as I wrapped my arms back around his neck and pressed myself further into him, feeling the hard plains of his chest press against my front.

His hands wrapped themselves back on my back, and slid themselves up, slowly to my shoulders; the slowness of it was killing me; his hands just dragged along my skin burning the paths they made. Finally his hands reached the base of my neck, where the dress tied together, and his thumbs slipped under the back, the hairs of my neck rising with his touch. He pinched the sides of the ribbon, slowly dragging one end down my spine, my head raised as he dragged. His chin lifted up to my ear

"You know . . . this has to be, my favourite dress that you've ever worn" he whispered, pinching the other ribbon end, and dragging it slowly down trailing his fingers as he went

"But I would prefer . . . for you not to wear it at all" My face just went tomato as his hands undid the last twist of the ribbons, and he dragged them away from each other, pulling them past my shoulder blades. The dress loosened at my front, and he slipped his hands round the top sides of my body, his thumbs under the top front of my now loose dress and placed his head on my shoulder.

I gasped; he slipped his cupped hands down the sides of my body, his thumbs rising over the sides of my chest – I shuddered as he brushed along them, himself tensing slightly – and down, slowly to my waist, past my hips, where he met with the rest of the dress and dragged the rest of it down, over the sides of my underwear, (leaving it in place, thankfully) down my thighs, his thumbs pressing into the inner-sides of them a smouldering fire lingering where he had past– I shuddered again, down the sides my knees, when suddenly he hoisted me up, placed his fore-arm underneath both my thighs and whipped the rest of the dress off my legs and to some other-side of the room with his other hand. He placed me back on his lap where I pressed myself into his skin – I had never felt so exposed in my life. He pulled me slightly from his chest, and looked into my eyes, his brown orbs pulling me in again, pressing his forehead to mine, he kissed me sweetly and looked back into my eyes,

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever met" He kissed me again "You don't need to worry" he whispered as he dragged his right hand down the entirety of my leg, to my foot, and slipped off the shoe, and repeated the motion on my other leg, tossing my other shoe to the side.

His face turned to mine again, and closed

'BOOOM!'

We both startled and leant away from each other, listening out for whatever it was that we heard

"Hollow?" He whispered

"I don't think so . . ."

That's when we heard it;

"Ishida-Kun, do you think they're upstairs?" She said enthusiastically

"Probably"

That's when all hell broke loose. I leapt off him and he did me.

"What the hell are we gonna DO?" He shout-whispered manically

"They'll hear it if we open any doors!" We heard a hurrying scuttle the next floor down, making its way to the stairs. I thought.

A light bulb flashed in my head;

"Quick, I have a plan! Turn on the lights and switch-off that infernal machine!" I pointed to the Hi-fi and quickly hurried around the bathroom as he did so. I blew out the candle, grabbed up my dress and shoe, shoved them in the cupboard under the sink and hurried back over to the bath. I looked back at him, as we heard hurrying scuttling up the stairs, his face was covered in lipstick and his hair was sticking out so all-over-the place it would be obvious to kelp what had happened.

"Quick, dunk your head in the bath!" I arm flapped

"What?"

"Just DO IT!" I whisper-shouted – we heard the click of the corridor door open

"Right!" As he dunked his head in the water I ran round to the-other side of the bath, I grabbed his head from the water, and scrubbed his face, getting all the make-up off it hearing the click of the next room door

"Sorry Ichigo, you're on your own now!" I whispered to him, jumping in the bath quickly, and pulling his head back under right as the bathroom door opened.

I never thought I would see the day to find the need to thank Urahara for making a gigai that could hear through and breathe water, obviously some sort of apocalypse must be on its way. As I sank to the bottom of the bath, and the bubbles set back over the top of the water, I heard Ichigo pull his head out of the water. I'm guessing Orihime was standing in the doorway, because this is what I heard;

"Ichigo!" her voice was rather startled. Ichigo must've caught on to something, because he replied rather 'startled' himself

"Inoue, Ishida? What are you doing in here; I was just about to take a bath"

I could almost see her 'detective' face

"Where's Rukia?"

He must've leant on the side of the bath as he answered (I felt the side of the bath press in)

"Rukia? Oh, she's gone to bed, she said I could spend the night"

WHAT? WHAT? That Infernal IDIOT! Orihime replied, glee in her voice

"OOhh, I guess you'll be sleeping in her room then"

"What? NO! I mean downstairs – She said I'd have to use the couch seeing as what you, two (He must have looked to Ishida then) did to the rest of the house – she said that Ishida had to put away all them 'infernal' candles" yep, he was definitely glaring at Ishida. But he was not the one I wanted to tidy up the house! That damn Orihime is going to PAY. Orihime intervened

"Well, that does sound like her . . ." (that did NOT sound like me!) I heard her lean on her other foot, the detective face again.

". . . but I need to see her, I borrowed something from her before . . ." She stepped towards my bedroom door

"And I need to return it." She stepped again, but I heard Ichigo shift, and then a light 'clunk' next to the bath as he stepped (I'm guessing) in front of her. What on ear-CRAP! I only picked up ONE shoe, damn damndamnnnn! What am I gonna DO? If she even glimpses that, everything's OVER! Think, THINK!

"Well, I'm sorry Inoue but she said, and these are her words not mine, that if you made her get out of her room, tonight, she would personally see to take you to the bath, and . . . dunk you ba-in, and that you couldn't hide behind me and not even Ishida could se-protect you." I am going to kill him, that's a too skin-of-your-teeth kind of plan . . . but what else can I do? Ugh, when?( Plus, how on earth did he know I could hear?)

He must've read my mind.

"So, by all means go in her room, I'll stand by the taps now, and you can go face the Kuchiki-wrath."

I'll have to give it to him, he can be smart sometimes. I heard a slight thud of his foot (Obviously telling me he was there) and so, raised my head ever slowly out of the water, until my eyes could just see his back. Gahaaa! He was stood with his arms behind himself, leaning against the bath so I could reach down behind him, and grab the shoe – too hot! Ugh, mind out of the gutter Rukia (or should I say water?). I slowly eased the rest of my head out of the water to make sure no noise was made, and paused - I heard Orihime shift slightly towards the door then back again, she was obviously at war whether to see if I really was in bed, or her survival – I'm hoping she wants to survive more. (Coz she aint' gonna when I next get hold of her!)

"ub. . .un . . . .She! . . .ughhh!" – she was dithering

I raised out of the bath more, making sure to stay hidden behind Ichigo and leant over the side slightly, then I realised –

"I'm soaking wet!" I whispered so quietly, I don't even know if Ichigo heard me. He must've because the next thing I noticed was his finger slowly edge along the side of the bath to point at a towel on the floor – about a metre to the side of where he was stood. I heard Orihime perk up

"But Kurosaki-kun, why are you shirtless?"

"Too far!" I was half speaking to him and half to Orihime's statement.

He paused for a moment

"Did you not hear me before? I'm about to take a bath, I was just moving to it just as you opened the door" he shifted to the side, and I moved with him. He stopped about half way there at Orihime's reply

"But why have you got a scratch along the side of it? – your chest I mean, not the bath" she giggled. My eyes widened. No! I did that? Oh god, she's sussed it, were goners. I was about to get out and hang in the towel (again with the pun) when Ichigo replied and made me stop.

"Orihime, I'm a Shinigami who's been in so many fight's I can't even remember half of them" he blanked. (I heard her scratch her head and begin to ponder again) And moved again (I did too). He stopped and I looked down, YES! I could grab the towel, and any drips would just sink into it, now I just had to grab it and move it. His legs were closed so no-one could see me pick it up, Obviously It would be too risky to altogether bend down and get it, so I slowly sank back into the bath so I was knelt down behind him and reached down behind his legs with my arm. I grabbed the towel and lifted it up to the edge and grabbed it with my other hand.

"YES!" I whispered. Something clicked in Orihime's mind, and I thought she had heard me, but then she said;

"But I healed them all up" Aw crap!

"Ah, but not this one Inoue, you see just after I gained back my memory, that Senna person tried to attack me as I left with Rukia – That's why we came here, I worried she'd gone to my house to wait for u-me so Rukia said I could sleep in her Byakuya's room, but you, er, re-decorated so we decided on the sofa." NOOo The idiot! He should've just stayed with the couch! I could hear her smug smile that must've appeared on her face.

Ishida P.O.V

The idiot's. While I can happily call Kurosaki an idiot – he is one – I never took Kuchiki-san to be much of one. For five minutes I have seen what's been going on – five minutes – ever since Kuchiki leant over that bath and mouthed something, making Ichigo go bright red, (something about being wet? Oh. That perverted bastard.) swiftly moving back into the bath (I had to look away when I saw she was only wearing underwear – what had that brute done to her!) but then looked back when Orihime mentioned Kurosaki was shirtless. I have to say, I never thought her plan would work. I just thought it would be fun to humiliate Ichigo but poor Kuchiki-san would just get in the way – never did I think that it would push them on.

So now, five minutes after first noticing Kuchiki, here I was, just watching her trying to edge with Kurosaki back to the shoe – her face was hilarious, her tongue sticking out slightly - (I figured it out quite quickly, not to mention their obviousness) just as Kurosaki finished his last sentence, I noticed Kuchiki-san cringe as she realised something. I'm still amazed how Orihime didn't notice Kurosaki say that he didn't remember the scratch, and then suddenly did – something must've appeared of more importance . . .

"But that's the room we said we'd save for our Husbands when we decided who they were." I looked at Orihime, WHAT? HA-but I've stayed in that room – could that mean? No, no sur- Oh no. Kuchiki san knows I've spent the night in there. Oh dear no! I looked back towards Kuchiki-san, who suddenly smirked and went to whisper to Kurosaki, OH NO! I have to DO something.

"UGHEGHEM!" their faces all darted to mine and I stared directly at Kuchiki-san, whose eyes widened immediately, and then looked to Kurosaki who did the same. I then looked back to Kuchiki-san, glaring at her, hoping she'd get the message.

"Inoue-san . . ." I pushed up my glasses

"I think that would be unfair, to Kuchiki-san, to say such a thing, after all, she is a very kind person who I know wouldn't want Kurosaki to feel unwelcome after all they have been friends for a very long time, and after all, they are very even with each other" Okay, not my best hidden-message but Kuchiki-san nodded and seemed to understand whilst Kurosaki just looked blankly - Stupid boy - I walked over to them and stood next to Kurosaki, obscuring Kuchiki-san completely from view. Kurosaki just stared at me, so a glared back and said;

"I know you were hoping Kuchiki-san and Kurosaki did something but obviously they haven't, so we should just let Kurosaki just have his bath in peace." I looked towards her and she went bright pink, I felt a lurch in my stomach, she's so beautiful.

"Come-on" I held out my hand to her and she walked towards me, I placed my arm around her back, walked to the door, opened it, lead her into the corridor and looked back into the bathroom;

"Kurosaki" I looked to Kuchiki and nodded, they nodded back and I closed the door, walking down the corridor, and finally, to the bottom of the stairs.

Rukia P.O.V

I looked at Ichigo

"Well that was close"

He just stared.


Okay, that's that chapter done – this and the two chapters before were originally going to be one chapter, but with the first being awful, and then the length of the others just being too much, I split it. (I had a lot of time on my hands this week) anyway, what do you think? :S Again with the, 'really nervous about this chapter' – first time I've ever even attempted writing something like this, and all I had to go on were films like Bridget Jones ect. But I know, no excuses right? Eeeep . . . (This is the most worried-about chapter I've ever written o.O)