A/N: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH AND NOR WILL I EVER (SAD )
Another long chapter and pretty good I think but you tell me what you think.
Sorry if there are any Grammar mistakes, I tried but probably failed.
"Momo, Toshiro, please come next week! I don't want to be a wall flower." Sitting across from Momo and Toshiro was a desperate Rukia who was bound to do anything to get her friends to attend the patron's banquette for the arts dinner that was coming up next Saturday.
"You know we would if we could but we both have a seminar to be at. Toshiro has to present his new method to the medical board. Plus, Ichigo will be there to help you mingle."
Rukia groaned in misery at Momo's statement.
"Why did I have to become friends with the brain and the brain's assistant?"
"Don't hate us. We love you." Momo pleaded.
Toshiro leaned his forearm on the table and leaned in close. "Rukia everything will be fine. By the looks of things you're starting to like this guy sort of, right?"
"Shhhh! Toshiro keep your voice down. I don't want rumors to get started."
Toshiro rolled his eyes. "Rukia, who here knows us? It's not a rumor by the way it's the truth and-"
"I do not like him Toshiro; I am just physically attracted to him. Do you know what Kurosaki would do to me if he knew that info? He would hang it over my head for the rest of my life."
Momo appeared confused. "So what's the difference exactly?"
"Momo for the love, ok let me think of an example…" Rukia tapped her short nails on the table, "Remember your teacher's assistance you told me about in college, Aizen?"
Toshiro's face reddened in anger.
"This is just an example Toshiro no need for you to get all pissy." Rukia turned her attention back to Momo.
"If you knew that Aizen was such an ass before you dated him, would you have still dated him?"
Momo shook her head. "No, of course not."
"But, and Toshiro don't beat me to a pulp for asking this, you would still think he was physically attractive right?"
Momo's face told all. She didn't have to admit that she still to this day thought he was good looking.
"I rest my case."
Momo looked at Toshiro who was trying to hide his anger by rolling tiny pieces of napkin into tightly wound balls.
"These past few weeks have not been easy for me, it's been," Rukia lowered her voice so the neighboring table couldn't hear, "about five years of no sex and things are starting to get kicked into gear from hanging around him. And Ukitake says he has to stay my PR for the whole two months he has hired him."
"Rukia, I thought you chose to be celibate considering what happened… well you know over at college?"
"Please have mercy in heaven don't bring that up. I wish I could erase more than all of that." Rukia bent down and lowered her forehead to the table.
"Sorry, forget I mentioned it."
"Will do." Rukia murmured in the table cloth.
Toshiro knew how painful her first years at college were, even though he didn't attend the same university, she pretty much told him and Momo everything and stayed in touch almost everyday while over in America. It was as if they were never separated. Renji was probably the only one who kept her sane after Kaien.
"This conversation has become too serious, even for me. Rukia tell us about the big showcase coming up for you in about a month. How's that art coming along?" Toshiro had become Rukia's saving grace.
Rukia didn't have to force a grin when she talked about her art.
"It's getting done. Believe it or not, Kurosaki is helping me with the blown glass sections."
Momo was almost speechless. "What? You are letting someone in your studio while working on a project? Rukia babe, I think you are more than physically attracted to this guy."
"Please don't start that again. That conversation has been killed and murdered and is now rotting 6 feet under ground, got it?"
"Whatever." Toshiro and Momo said it at the same time.
"Yeah, but he is helping me. He's not half bad. Kurosaki just wants to rush things a bit and you can't do that. I personally think that he wants to just get the work over with so he can make my life a living hell. I swear it's his new hobby."
Momo looked around and noticed that Ichigo wasn't there with them, around the vicinity at any rate.
"Hey Rukia where is Ichigo anyways? I thought he was supposed to be with you 24/7?"
"He had some meeting with Urahara, his boss. I got the day off and all to myself." Rukia beamed a smile at her two friends and they continued their lunch and gossiped about what was to come the following weeks.
Ichigo was furious at Grimmjow.
"Urahara why the FUCK is he stalking my client? We decided a long time ago that I was going to be Rukia's PR by myself for the two months that Ukitake hired me. So why is Grimmjow prancing around near her. He has his own Goddamn client, Orihime!"
"Ichigo you need to sit down and cool it. Grimmjow, he has a point. It is not thought highly of when business partner's try and take other clients."
Grimmjow smiled and had innocent eyes, "Urahara, I promise I am not stalking his client or trying to take her away. I happened to be in the same restaurant and thought I should say 'hi.' It is a possibility that I will meet her one day at a function. What's the harm in introducing myself to her?"
Urahara shot over to Ichigo. "Ichigo are you kidding me? That's all he did? Grimmjow, my sincerest apologizes."
"Oh give me a break Urahara, you know as well as I or anyone else who works around here, that he has a knack for steeling clients from other people."
"So untrue Kurosaki, the clients simply chose me. And if it so happens that Rukia chooses me over you after the two months are up then so be it."
"Urahara, what is he talking about? We only have a contract with Ukitake and Rukia for two months."
Urahara brought his fan up to his face and fanned away.
"Ha ha, well Ichigo that is what this meeting was about to begin with until you raised hell about Grimmjow 'taking' your client. Her publicity is rare; you of course already know this."
"Get to the point please." Ichigo hunched over the conference table.
"Getting someone like her as a permanent client shows well on us and how efficient we are with our clients. It's good business and we are trying to expand our company. Your client, Rukia, benefits us a ton. It would help to show that we have her trust and approval to handle her publicity."
"So what? We have hundreds of clients who are-"
"Not like Rukia. Her brother Byakuya is a factor in this as well. If we can get to her then we can probably get to her brother with time. That-"
"Wait, hold the phone, is Rukia just a pawn in this?"
"Not at all. But can you imagine how well it would show on us if we got to be not just Rukia's but Byakuya's PR? Our company would go global from all of the other people who want us to be their PRs after they find out about us being the Kuchiki's family PR."
"Does Ukitake know about this, or Rukia for that matter?"
"Ukitake knows that he wants Rukia to be in the public more and thinks its best for her. However, for our other interest in Byakuya, no. Rukia doesn't know that she will have a PR for longer than two months and knows nothing about our interest in her brother. Let's keep it that way for now." Urahara continued to fan himself while looking out the window.
Ichigo felt that something was off.
"I don't like the sound of this. Why did Grimmjow know about this information that involved my client before me?"
"I just have good ears Kurosaki; it's a good way to move up here." Grimmjow interrupted.
"It's no secret in the offices up here. We are all collaborating together on this supposed account. You are just in a better situation than the rest of us being with Rukia so much. Ichigo, you have the better chance at staying her PR and getting this company where it needs to be."
"Why do you sound mischievous Urahara?"
"Rukia is hard to deal with and hard to please. You are… popular with women and it wouldn't hurt if you tried to turn on your charm."
Ichigo's stomach dropped.
"Urahara I don't feel comfortable doing that to Rukia."
"I don't mean sleep with her, just be extra corporative and meet her demands."
I'm already buying her God knows how much money worth of tools. But that is on my own terms.
"Ichigo just remain being you. Alright, this meeting is over. Oh and one more thing. I think highly of you Ichigo, but in the end if Rukia does choose a different PR, whether that be Grimmjow or not, we will comply with her and you will take who's ever client they had before being switch to Rukia."
Ichigo left the conference room and took the stairs; he didn't want to be on an elevator with Grimmjow anytime soon.
I won't do that to Shorty, I might want to but that's purely me wanting that on my own accord, however insane that might sound. This defiantly means I can't get involved with a client now, even if Urahara is giving me permission. I should nickname him the Mad Hatter with the ideas that he comes up with and those crazy hats he wears.
"Rukia, babe what are you doing back here so soon? Get extra allowance money from Ukitake?" Kenpachi lightly punched Rukia in the shoulder.
Rukia came back with a smile and snappy comment. "Stuff it you meat head. I'm here to look at the drill presses."
"Nice, have one in mind that you want?"
"Yes, but like I said I'm here just to look."
"Knowing you, you'll be back to buy it if you fall in love with it." Kenpachi lead Rukia to the section of his shop where the Lathemaster Benchtop Milling Machine was.
"It's beautiful!" Rukia squealed in excitement when she came across it.
"Oh yeah, you'll be back here in no time to buy this beast."
"You bet your sweet ass I will. Just as soon as Kurosaki gets his money in the bank, I am going to have a field day in here."
Kenpachi turned to Rukia out of being surprised by her words. "Huh? Ichigo is buying you your tools now?"
"He owes me and it's apart of an agreement we made a while ago. He told me his check should have been in this past Monday."
"Well if that's the case then why haven't you blown his hard earned money? It's Thursday already."
Rukia grasped what Kenpachi said. It was Thursday and she still hadn't seen Ichigo. Tuesday she didn't see him because he said he had a meeting. Wednesday he called in and said he had to set up something about her coming to the patron's of the arts dinner.
Certain people wanted to talk to her and he had to figure out when would be the best time at the dinner for that.
I hope he is ok…
RING
Rukia jumped at her phone's ringing.
"Hello?"
"Shorty, where are you?"
"Ichigo?"
"Nice to know you want to use my given name now."
"Kurosaki, please don't get use to it. Where am I? The question is where are you? I haven't seen you in almost three days."
"I had a lot of work to deal with."
"I thought I was your work?"
"HA you are a piece of work. And that's what I have been dealing with. Making calls and setting up times for people to talk with you isn't as easy as you'd think. People don't always answer the phone and I can't do anything until they do."
Rukia growled at the "piece of work" snide.
"Well, I am at your apartment. I have some stuff to talk to you about the dinner coming up. It's been moved to this coming Friday, a week from tomorrow."
"I have work." Rukia thought that it was a legit excuse for getting out of this dinner.
"No chance, you are coming to this, Ukitake even said that he would call the museum for your opening and push back the date if you needed more time to finish your art. You have to attend this."
"You know I can't believe that I actually thought that I was starting to like your company. Thanks for reminding me that you're a demon."
"Too bad, I like your company. You're fun to mess with."
"Ok I'm getting off the phone now; I'll be at my apartment in about five minutes."
Rukia snapped her phone and looked at the machinery with longing eyes.
"Bye my love. I'll be back for you soon."
Kenpachi patted Rukia on the back, "Off to see your lover boy?"
Rukia smacked Kenpachi upside the head.
"Uggg, I am not involved with him. You keep this up and you lose me as a customer, meaning you go out of business."
Kenpachi just smiled. "Rukia I have too many fun toys, you would never betray me."
"True, but I can always threaten you with the blow torch again."
Rukia had a devilish glare when staring down Kenpachi.
He took a step back. "Alright no need to get all violent, just having some fun."
"I'm gone. I'll see you soon."
"Take advantage of that Ichigo, spend all he's got!" Kenpachi yelled to Rukia as she left the shop.
Ichigo waited outside for Rukia to show.
Take your sweet time Shorty, Geez could you walk any slower?
Ichigo thought about breaking in so he could sit in his nice chair but had the feeling that if he did Rukia would smack him.
Rukia came running up wearing shorts and a baggy shirt.
"Did you happen to look in a mirror before leaving the apartment?"
"Kurosaki, lets recap on what my job is, remember now? I have been working. I just went to Kenpachi's for a sec."
"Well open the door, I need to sit down, I'm tired."
"Busy day?" Rukia reached in her back pocket of her shorts for the key.
"Defiantly." Ichigo swayed and leaned against the wall with tired lids.
"Well I tell you what, instead of me working on the blown glass today, I'll do the patina and listen to my music with my ear phones. You can take a nap."
Ichigo was flabbergasted at what Rukia was offering, "Why are you being so nice? You're not going to make me model later today are you?" He shook in fear at the thought.
"No, the reason for my generosity is because my new tool came in the shop today and I went to go see it. It's everything I want and since your money should be in the bank now you can get it for me later this weekend."
"Deal, just don't wake me up for three hours. I didn't get any sleep last night."
"No problem."
Rukia began mixed her chemicals while Ichigo plopped down on the bed. He was drained of energy and decided that the chair would not work for a three hour nap. Rukia was gracious enough to not mind that he slept in her bed.
"Is the work you're doing today going to be loud?" Ichigo prayed that it wouldn't be.
"Not really. I'm just heating up the metal and then spraying the chemicals on it. The blow torch won't be on too long, maybe five minutes all together. I'm only doing the first petal today."
Ichigo was relieved, "Thank God. Well I'm beat; wake me up in about three hours ok."
"Will do. Oh hey what as it you wanted to talk about? Something dealing with the dinner next week."
"I'll tell you when I wake up." Ichigo gurgled it out.
"Fine with me." Rukia left the bedroom area and went to her studio and put on her headphones while working.
Three hours had past and the time was 5:00 in the afternoon. Rukia put down her spray bottle and went into the bedroom to wake up Ichigo. When she walked out the door she came across a shirtless Ichigo on his side with a pillow under his arm which his head was resting on.
Rukia took a step closer but kept quiet. He looked serene while sleeping, no angry scowl on his face. He looked… happy to Rukia.
Mmm, he never looks like this when he is awake. It's been three hours but he sounded and appeared so tired. It wouldn't hurt to let him sleep for another thirty or forty minutes.
Rukia's light bulb went off when she looked at Ichigo again.
He won't know I'm sketching him if he's asleep. It'll give me some more ideas.
Rukia fetched her drawing pad and pulled a chair from the nook area to the bed to sit down in.
She started to sketch and concentrated on his face. While paying close attention to his closed lids and his mouth that was slightly open, she leaned in closer to get more details. She was so close that if Ichigo woke up it would scare him and her.
God he has a sexy face, maybe if I…
Rukia lifted her hand and brushed his lips with her fingers. They were soft and warm.
Suddenly Ichigo's eyes fluttered open faintly and saw a very close Rukia who was touching his lips with her finger tips.
He didn't move and closed his eyes again so she wouldn't know he was awake yet.
Rukia began to speak very softly so Ichigo wouldn't hear, or so she thought.
"I don't get you Ichigo. You are so uptight all the time it seems. Sure, you are becoming more laid back with me sometimes, but why are you so serious? You seem at peace when asleep. Are your dreams that much better than the real world? Wouldn't surprise me. The real world can suck beyond belief."
Ichigo couldn't take it anymore; he grabbed her fingers in a swift move that she didn't notice that it had happened so quickly. His eyes shot open and kept her face close to his.
"Has life been so bad at a time for you to say that?" Ichigo's face showed his scowl and sincerity in his eyes when asking her.
"Ichigo I-I'm sorry I was just-"
"I don't care about you being up in my personal space right now, you sounded so miserable when you said that. Why?"
Rukia didn't know what to do, this was part of her life she didn't really want to talk about with people. She thought Ichigo as conked out. Damn he was a good faker.
Rukia glowered up and huffed, "Kurosaki, I can't talk to you about that. I'm not comfortable with you knowing that part of my life."
Ichigo sat up with her hand still in his. "Shorty, I promise I'm not going to go spread around your personal life. I just want to know."
"Certain areas of my personal life are not your work."
"Touché, but this is not for work, I honestly want to know why you give the impression of someone who has suffered a trauma of some sort. You are such a care free and happy person most of the time."
"… I'm sorry, I can't." Rukia took her hand back and got up and went to her studio and began working again. Ichigo could hear the blow torch being lit.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why was I talking to him while he was asleep anyway? Well he wasn't asleep but I shouldn't have been so… enthralled with him while he was sleeping. I should have known he would have woken up, that's my luck.
Rukia kept her mind off her past and kept her mind on her work.
Ichigo stayed in Rukia's bed confused and somewhat worried. Looking down he saw the drawing pad on the floor next to the bed. Picking it up, he flipped through it and turned to a very detailed drawing of himself sleeping.
She wanted to draw me again? What is it with her and wanting to sketch me all the time? I was kidding about the whole "you have had a crush on me since high school" thing. Maybe… no that's not possible. We couldn't stand each other when we meet. Hell, we still can't really get along without arguing at least three times a day. And I can't get involved.
Ichigo was in a dilemma, he was starting to get close to Rukia it seemed and not in a work way. He always had to spend a bunch of time with his clients but nothing happened, not like this.
Fuck, why would I start liking her? Besides the whole physical thing it doesn't make since. Sure she is cute when she acts like a kid and adorable when she can snap back with a comment. She is smart and we all know gifted with art work, she…
Ichigo stopped thinking and became aware of what he was doing.
I have to stop thinking about her that way. She is literally my job. This will come back and bit me in the ass. What good could come of this?
Ahh, But I can't lye about how she has loosened me up since my mother's death. Ever since the end of my senior year at my mother's passing, I have become so up tight. But that was for the family. God knows that if I left everything in the hands of my old man, Karin and Yuzu would have probably ended up who knows were.
Ichigo straightened up and put his shirt back on while walking to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Opening up a pantry he noticed that there was nothing that he would normally eat.
There's only cereal, bread, and ramen. Why in hell is her pantry that of a college student? Woman you have millions! Go grocery shopping.
Ichigo left the kitchen and stormed in her studio.
"Shorty! You have to go-"
"GET OUT! MY PROJECT IS UNCOVERED!"
Ichigo was plainly kicked out of the studio by the grace of Rukia's foot to his ass.
Ichigo was not sure what had just happened until he saw where he was, which was back in the bedroom with the double doors shut. He listened as Rukia covered up the project with a tarp and walking to the double doors. She opened then and came into view of Ichigo. She was not happy.
"Kurosaki, what the FUCK do you think you are doing?"
"Shorty, I'm sorry I just wanted to tell you that you have got to go grocery shopping."
"That's your reasoning for barging in my studio?"
"What's the big deal I've been in there for a while now?"
"Yes, when the project was COVERED! Ahhh, how much did you see?"
Ichigo honestly didn't look at the art when it was uncovered, his attention was on Rukia. "Shorty I swear I didn't see anything, you can take my word."
Rukia crossed her arms over her chest and leaned to the side.
"I hope you are telling the truth."
"Nothing but."
"For your sake I hope so. Grocery shopping huh? You really that hungry?"
"Yes I am, but that's beside the point. You have nothing at all. With you working continuously, you need better sustenance than what you have. Come on let's go."
Ichigo grabbed Rukia's elbow and pulled her behind him. Rukia couldn't escape his grasp, so she went along with it.
The both walked in the grocery store which was pretty packed because it was getting close to dinner time.
"What all do we need?" Ichigo wondered.
"I'm not the one who dragged our asses here so you decide."
"Shorty you have to want something. Cereal and ramen is no going to tide you over for forever."
"I have bread too."
"Oh how could I forget the bread? You have only the bottom of the food pyramid in your pantry. Follow me, and get a cart while you're at it."
"Bossy son of a bitch..." she mumbled to herself.
"Don't sass me; I'm trying to be nice here."
Ichigo was already getting on her nerves. "Lead the way oh fearless leader."
Ichigo started to walk at a fast pace over to the vegetables and fruits. Rukia was unsure about what to tell him, she usually didn't fix vegetables in her dinner. Not to mention she would rarely order them with her entrees when going out.
"Hey, umm, Kurosaki… I don't really eat this stuff."
"You are going to start. They're healthy for you."
"But I-"
"Nope, not gonna hear it. I can cook a pretty decent meal so I'll show you how you can incorporate them with your meal and not eat them alone."
"What sort of meal are you thinking of?"
Ichigo turned to the zucchini and peppers and sorted through them to pick which ones he wanted.
"These with chicken or some kind of red meat is pretty good, but chicken is healthier."
"I can deal with chicken and red meat."
"Alright, so what are you in the mood for tonight?"
Rukia glanced at the vegetables and back to Ichigo.
"I think I am in the mood for chicken tonight."
Putting the zucchini and the peppers in the cart he grasped the edge of it and pulled tagging Rukia behind him.
"Sounds like we have a plan. Now we need to go gather some spices and cooking oil and vinaigrette. I'm thinking we need some tinfoil while we're here, unless you have any."
"Not to my knowledge." Rukia scratched her head.
"Then that's on the list too. Do you have any white wine?"
"No, I haven't drank in a long time." She mentioned in a monotone voice while pushing the cart.
Ichigo was semi shocked, "One glass won't hurt you, so we'll get a bottle while we're here."
"This sounds almost like a date to me Kurosaki. Cooking me dinner and drinking wine, doesn't this seem conspicuous to you?"
"Please Shorty, I am just hungry and you need to have food with actual nutrients in it."
Rukia's stomach began to growl and Ichigo talking about cooking dinner was becoming more appealing to her by the second.
"I'm taking you up on your offer for you cooking me dinner. I'm starving at the moment now that I think about it, I haven't had a good meal in a while. That is considering you can cook a respectable meal."
"Shorty I will blow your mind with the meal I am going to cook you. It might even happen that you beg for more."
"The day I beg you for anything will be the day that Bigfoot is confirmed and I don't see that happening anytime soon."
"We shall see."
Ichigo was in the middle cooking and Rukia was off to the side trying to stay away so Ichigo wouldn't get on to her again. She tried to watch how he was chopping everything and how much of the ingredients he was adding to the sauce pan, but she would get in the way and almost cause a wreck in the kitchen when he would turn around.
"Are you running a marathon? You sure are moving around a lot for cooking."
"Things have to be added after a certain amount of time has passed; if you time this right then the flavor is brought out more."
"How long is this going to take? You've been at this for about thirty minutes. I'm hungry now. I should have just eaten my cereal."
Ichigo whipped around pointing a spatula in her face. "Don't you dare eat cereal and ruin your appetite when I am cooking this for you, not just me."
"Do you detect the amount of authority to your voice, as if you were a parent? Oh my God, are you a baby daddy?!? Do you have a-" Rukia couldn't resist asking and poking a bit of fun at Ichigo.
"For Christ almighty woman, I am not a baby daddy! I would have sworn you were not the type to jump to conclusions about things but I think I am wrong. Did you start rumors in high school after I left?"
"No you idiot. I associated only with a few people and kept to my art and work most of the time so I wouldn't get in trouble with Byakuya in high school."
"Sounds like you decided to get into trouble when you got away from Byakuya by the way you word It." As the words slipped out he wished he could have taken them back. It was an accident that they came out the way they sounded. He didn't know what, but shit had happened in the past and he could see the damage he had caused when the words pasted his mouth filter.
"Shit, Shorty, I didn't mean, I'm sorry… Look I just don't know what you could have done that was so bad but could it really have been that terrible?"
Rukia was in a trans gazing at the counter space in her own world.
"Kurosaki, there were things I did on my own free will and then there were things that happened to me that I had no control over." Rukia grabbed the bottle of wine and pour herself a huge glass. It was a water goblet, not a wine glass and chugged it as soon as she poured it.
Ichigo had to turn the stove down and grab the water goblet out of her hand.
"Hey, HEY don't drink the wine so fast. I know you haven't eaten anything hardly all day considering you stay cooped up all day in that studio of yours and get lost in your work."
Ichigo had to take the bottle away from her side so she wouldn't try and sneak it off.
"I don't want you to make yourself sick. I am sorry. I sometimes speak with out thinking things through. I can be rash a points and I should have picked my words more carefully. I am truly sorry for what memories I brought up that you wish you could forget."
Rukia was staring at the apologetic man who, in fact, sounded like he was remorseful and looked it too.
"Get back to cooking, I'm hungry. You can show me how sorry you are by giving me more than yourself when you serve the food."
Ichigo smiled a small but sweet smile to Rukia.
"Deal."
Ichigo served the food and sat down at the nook area with Rukia when he fixed his own plate. To her surprise, Rukia actual thought the food was delicious and scarfed down the meal in less than ten minutes.
"Hungry?"
"More so than I thought. You're right. You're not half bad in the kitchen."
"I'll take that as a compliment." And he took a bite of his chicken as he said it.
"So what do you have planned for this evening when I leave?"
"You're not staying?" Rukia had a small sliver of sadness to her voice when she heard he was leaving sooner than she thought.
"Ehh, not for too much longer. I need to get up early in the morning and work out. Why? You want me to stay? God, I really have grown on you haven't I." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Ichigo was smug when saying it.
Rukia knew that he was becoming a little cocky when replying and rolled her eyes.
"Noooo. I don't want you here, it's just you usually stay for hours on end and I was just a little taken back when I found out I could get you out of my hair early."
Ichigo got up to put the dishes in the sink and came back to ruffle her hair and bent down to her face.
"Shorty, you'll have to put up with me for a little while longer. Don't think I'll be outta your hair so soon."
"Hey I meant figuratively not literally. Get your hand out of my hair you moron."
She grabbed his hand and pulled on his trying to get Ichigo away from her hair but when she pulled she angled him in a way where when he was pulled, his face came to hers and his lips collided with hers.
Rukia's eyes shot wide open. Not because of the incident but because he didn't remove his lips from hers. Instead he started to close his eyes and move his lips against hers. His hand enclosed around hers and moved in closer to Rukia, his arm went behind her back and he scooped her up so her feet were dangling from the floor.
Rukia started to kiss him back and wrap her arms around his neck. Ichigo's tongue skimmed her lips asking for permission in so his tongue could be entangled with hers.
Rukia's mouth opened and granted his wish. Ichigo had a moan escape the back of his throat when his tongue touched hers. Her mouth was sweet, warm, and soft. Ichigo began to kiss Rukia harder and more intense so he could taste even more of her. She was addicting and he was sure he couldn't get enough of her.
Ichigo's hand that was holding hers let go and was placed under her bottom to bring her up in a swift movement and squeeze on her.
Rukia felt his hand and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her pelvis to his lower region which was hard at this moment.
He was just about to head to the bedroom with the thrust she gave him but came to his senses and stopped. Rukia wasn't sure what was happening but she didn't want him to stop.
Fuck, what have I gotten myself in?
Ichigo put Rukia down and stepped back.
"Rukia, I'm… sorry."
"I'm sorry… too." Was she though? She didn't think so.
They both only started at each other.
"I guess I should be going. I'll be back tomorrow around nine ok. We should talk about your dinner next week that you have to be at."
Ichigo grabbed his keys and exited out the front door leaving Rukia dazed and confused.
Ichigo got in his car and drove off.
Damn it, I should not have done that. I couldn't help it though. She tasted amazingly and felt so soft and warm. God her lips are perfect. Oh my Fucking God what am I going to do?
As Ichigo drove he wondered how he was going to keep himself from doing that and even more when he saw her tomorrow.
A/N: WOOHOO! ICHIRUKI SEXY MOMENT! I really hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter. It took me a while and I tried really hard on it. Hope it was satisfactory. I think I miss spelled the two sister's names. I will fix that if i find out they are. Oops
Thanks and Happy Thanksgiving!
LJNORTHERN