Lemony: Good morning/afternoon/evening my lovely little reader people, I hope you all had happy holidays!
Wicked: Bah humbug. I hate the holidays. I'm forced to spend my free time not only with you two, but with family members whom I wish would fall into a deep, dark hole.
Awesome: Aw don't be that way Wicked, the holidays are awesome! Especially for gamers because *holds up stack of new video games* I GET MY GAME ON BITCHES!
Rukia debated whether or not she wanted to go to work that day.
Well, maybe its not that she didn't want to go; she just really didn't want to face Gin for two reasons: One, she was positive he knew about what happened to her the night before. Two, the raven-haired girl was appalled at how she acted when they played pool. Rukia could always take the easy way out and blame it on the alcohol. No, that wouldn't work; if she was sober enough to drive herself home that night she was sober enough to know exactly what she was doing. Gin would use that as his main ammunition if she used the whole "I was so drunk" excuse.
As she drove, Rukia thought back to that night. She remembered that she was the one who started the whole thing, wanting Gin's bowtie and whatnot. Her mind drifted back to their conversation just before they left, his words growling lustfully in her ears.
"An aching pussy doesn't know right from wrong, it just knows it wants to be filled..."
A sudden gush of wetness spilled from inside her and Rukia's inner walls clutched. She almost hit the breaks when body began to heat up. Her mind went back to the kiss they shared. God, it was amazing. Gin had a long, cruel, twisted mouth but it was soft, warm, and that tongue...goodness that tongue could probably stroke a girl into conniptions. Rukia's eyes began to cloud and she tried to focus on the road. That was nearly impossible when she imaged Gin's long fingers petting her core...
"Hey! Watch the road!" A driver shouted at her as she switched lanes without signaling. Rukia glanced over her shoulder as a beaming blush spread across her face. She sighed.
How was she ever going to face him?
When Rukia arrived at his office she was greeted by the secretary as usual. She told her that Gin was in his office handling a rather unruly client and that Rukia would have to wait outside for a few minutes. The younger Kuchiki took those moments to try and compose herself. She wondered how Gin would act upon seeing her again; he'd probably respond the way the responded to everything else: with a smile. It was funny really, as Rukia sat there she wondered did anything get a rise out of that man? Most likely not. Although she'd only known him for a short time, Rukia could tell that Gin Ichimaru was one of those people who just unreadable. Unpredictable. Gin was as cryptic as a letter from The Zodiac killer.
A few minutes later a tall, leggy blonde came strutting from down the hall, her heels clacking dangerously. Rukia looked up at her and the blonde returned her stare, sneering nastily. When she left the raven-haired girl looked towards the secretary she motioned that it was ok for her to head back.
Rukia did so.
When she entered Gin's office she found him sitting behind his desk, slumped in his chair, with his hand over his eyes, obviously exasperated.
"Tough client?" Rukia asked with a nervous smile, as she shed her jacket and hung it in the closet. Gin looked up at her and nodded sullenly.
"You have no idea," He replied with a sigh, rubbing his temples in annoyance. "Some people just never learn..."
"You can say that again," Rukia said blankly, Gin sat up in chair when he heard her flat tone. He studied his raven-haired intern closely; he knew why she was so nervous however she didn't look any worse for wear...in fact, Rukia looked quite lovely to him today. More so than usual because he'd gotten to see her mask of innocence slip; that night, when he had her pressed against the pool table, he saw a different side of Rukia. A darker, feral, sexual side that brought out the beast in him. Had it not been for that old bartender Gin would have taken her hard and fast, pulling at those shiny black locks, as he sheathed himself inside of her pulsing walls. Sure on the outside Rukia carried herself like a proper lady; bookish, prude, and calm. On the inside, however, she was a roaring fire of lust capable of burning everything to cinders if stroked properly. Gin wanted nothing more than to rip that mask of innocence from her face that night but fate intervened. Gin smirked inwardly; he'd just have to get more creative, in fact his mind was already formulating a plan capable of creating cracks in her precious mask...then, he'd chip away at them slowly with lustful whispers, the gentle trail his fingers, and the feel of his body mere inches hers...yes, it was just a matter of time.
Putting on his most sincere smile, Gin decided to ease her anxiety.
"That reminds me," He began, "How are you? I read about what happened in the paper..."
Rukia couldn't keep from rolling her eyes. She folded her arms and stared angrily at her employer. Gin could see a vein pulse in her temple as she tried to keep calm.
"I'm fine." Rukia said shortly, Gin merely chuckled.
"My we aren't very friendly today, are we my little intern?"
The raven-haired girl shrug uncaringly. No, she wasn't very friendly today because everyone asking her if she was ok and it was starting to tap dance on her last nerve. Didn't they have eyes? Couldn't they see that she was a-ok? Peachy fucking keen.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Ichimaru?" She asked, trying to change the subject. Gin's smile stretched, displaying all the mischievous thoughts running through his head.
"Do you really mean anything?" He purred, the red sparks of light in his eyes gleaming sinfully, Rukia felt something inside of her ignite. It was the way Gin said it; the way he let those words roll of his tongue...hearing them was like kissing him all over again. She knew his words had a secret meaning and that alone was enough to make Rukia burn inwardly.
Gin continued smirking lavishly, "Because...I'm very tempted to take you up on that offer..."
Rukia remained silent as her silver-haired employer stood and walked around the desk. He stood in front of her, crossed his long arms, and stared her down for a few tense moments before speaking again. Gin had an eyebrow arched.
"As a matter of fact, I think there is something you can do for me..." Gin's smile got as big as ever as he looked down at Rukia. They were barely standing an inch away from each other and she could feel body heat radiating off of Gin. His close proximity made a hot blush rise in her cheeks; memories of being leaned against a pool table came rushing back to her.
"Grab your coat, my little intern..." Gin hummed, "I'm taking you for a ride..."
To Be Continued...
Lemony: Ain't I just a cheeky dick-waffle? My gift to you readers is a...MASSIVE CLIFFHANGER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Awesome: *not paying attention* *playing Call of Duty*
Wicked:...idiots. You're both idiots...REVIEW!
