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Borderline Doctoring

Fatal familial insomnia is a very rare autosomal dominant inherited prion disease of the brain. It is usually caused by a mutation to the protein PrPC, but can also develop spontaneously in patients with a non-inherited mutation variant called sporadic fatal insomnia. FFI has no known cure and involves progressively worsening insomnia, which leads to hallucinations, delirium, and confusional states like that of dementia. The average survival span for patients diagnosed with FFI after the onset of symptoms is 18 months.

Dr Rukia Kuchiki -now Kurosaki- had always strived to be able to do two shifts back-to-back, with naps here and there, of course. Tired was not a word she used often, nor was it one that had any effect on her.

Asking some of her co-workers about the pace she set, they would answer that the small doctor was a robot that lived on caffeine.

However after meeting her husband, her nap times included more strenuous activities; just one more thing she had learned she can't live without.

"Ichigo…" The soft pillow-smothered voice of Rukia Kurosaki pulled an exhausted male out of his slumber. "Ichigo…" The male groaned and proceeded to cover his ears with his pillow. "Ichigo!" In a flash, said male was upright and awake.

Irritated that his wife just pulled him from his much-needed sleep, Ichigo grumbled at his sleepy companion. "What?"

"Rai…" Only one word was needed and all of a sudden, the wailing of a newborn was heard from the other room. With that being said, the tired, newly dubbed father, pulled his body from the warmth of his bed and made his way to his son's room.

After staying in the hospital for two days, Rai and Rukia were released and sent home for some much-needed rest. Of course, with having a newborn at home, there wasn't much time to rest. The trio –including Ichigo who took a paternity leave– had been home for about two weeks and yet the new parents hadn't had much sleep, let alone any private time with each other.

Sauntering into the nursery, Ichigo ran his hand over his face, trying to achieve a certain level of awareness. Rai's cries only grew louder with each step Ichigo took; the baby's feet kicking into the air. "Rai…" Realising his father had come to his aid, the cries died down, but only by a decibel or two. "What's wrong, buddy?" The wailing continued as Ichigo bent down to pick up the baby. Ichigo knew it was too early for a feeding and that his diaper was just changed; thus all Rai wanted now was human interaction. As soon as the wailing baby was tucked into his father's embrace, his cries died down until they completely stopped. "Ah, so you just wanted someone to hold you…"

Even though his son woke him up from his crucial sleeping time, Ichigo smiled. Softly, the sleep deprived father smoothed his son's tuff of orange hair; pressing his small body to his chest. On instinct, the little troublemaker moved closer to his father's chest, while keeping his eyes on his father. As the young hazel-eyed boy stared up to his father, Ichigo moved to sit in the rocking chair, not taking his eyes off his son's small body for even one second.

Delicately, Ichigo smoothed the small tuff of orange hair over. "Your mommy likes cuddles too, you know. She won't admit it, but she likes them." Again, he smiled at the infant at the thought of its mother. "Hopefully, you won't inherit her drawing ability too. I'll give you advice now, so listen up…" Ichigo leaned closer to his son. "… always tell mommy that her drawings are the prettiest, even if they scare you."

Ichigo chuckled lightly as his son's eyes widened a bit, as if he understood what his father was blabbering on about.

Rai's small chubby hands grabbed onto his father's shirt as he yawned. "You tired, young man?" However, Rai's hazel gaze had not diminished in strength. "Okay, seeing as you are awake now, why don't I tell you a little story? Once upon a time, there was a boy who could see ghosts…"

The cold sheets were not warmly welcomed by Rukia, as her consciousness became aware of the empty side of the bed. "Ichigo?" Only silence greeted her. "Must still be with Rai." The sleepy woman mumbled to herself. As she pulled her agonizingly tired body out of bed, a small worry tugged at her stomach. What mother wouldn't worry about leaving the baby alone with their husband for too long?

As she opened their bedroom door, the sensual sound of her husband's voice could be heard coming from the nursery. Silently as possible, Rukia tiptoed towards her son's room. At the doorway she stopped, awestruck by the moment. Ichigo was sitting in the old oak rocking chair facing the giant window, with the moon illuminating the whole room and the faces of her husband and son.

Ichigo's voice was barely above a whisper, but it did not lack in enthusiasm. "… and so the brave boy, who could see ghosts, fought his princess' brother. He fought for her future, her freedom and for her protection. As the boy won the battle against the prince, the boy taught the prince a valuable lesson: to always protect your pride, your family, and those you love. Of course the boy and the princess got married and had a family of their own." A silent moment passed and Rukia could see Ichigo's hazel gaze glued to Rai's face. "One day, when you are an older brother, I'll teach you how to protect your little brother or sister too, okay?"

"He isn't even one month old, and you're already talking about a little brother or sister." Rukia's voice startled the orange-haired man. His wife stood by the door, leaning slightly on the frame, as the moonlight made her porcelain skin glisten. And did that take his breath away!

"Rukia…" he breathed as he stood up. Automatically she moved towards the father of her child and stood next to him, softly looking down upon her sleeping son's face. Ichigo placed the sleeping newborn in his crib and tucked the blanket around his little form. "He just needed a little company before falling asleep again." Whispered Ichigo as he gently pushed Rukia's bang from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "You missed me?"

"The bed was cold."

Ichigo leaned closer to the small woman. "And?"

"I got cold."

A little closer. "And?"

"I had nothing to cuddle."

The kiss was firm and gentle, conveying emotions words could never describe.

A month later, the new parents weren't so wet behind the ears anymore when it came to Rai. The newborn had a strict routine that neither parent dared alter. Both Ichigo and Rukia knew the difference between Rai's 'I'm hungry' cry and his 'change my diaper now' cry. Team Kurosaki was a well-oiled machine.

They were sleeping, the baby was sleeping, and everything was peaceful. Yet…

"Okay, buddy. You are clean, fed and changed into jammies… are you gonna give Mommy and I a few hours of sleep?" Rai's hazel eyes blinked at Ichigo's words, followed by a big yawn. Pulling the baby closer to his chest, Ichigo kissed the top of his son's hair. "Sleeping time, big guy."

Rai's chubby hands grabbed his orange blanket - a gift from Isshin - the moment Ichigo had placed it over him. The proud grandfather along with Rai's aunts had come by the newborn's household once or twice each week, coddling the newborn even more than his own parents did. Rukia and Ichigo never complained about the intrusions, mainly because Yuzu always bought delicious food with her. Even Ichigo had to admit that having his goofball of a father there made everything prefect.

Almost prefect…

"Grandma would have loved you, Rai." Ichigo said with a small sigh. With one last glance at his son, Ichigo made his way to his own room, hoping for some rest and relaxation.

"Okay, the little monster is in bed…" Ichigo said as he walked into the main bedroom "… hopefully he won't wake up for another three or four hours." Sitting down on the large bed, the orange-haired man pulled his t-shirt over his head. "But I have to say- Rukia… where are you?" Noticing that he was talking to himself and not to his lovely wife, Ichigo frantically searched their room for any sign of her. "Rukia?"

"Yes, Dr Kurosaki."

Spinning himself almost dizzy, Ichigo turned towards their en suite bathroom door. Leaning against the doorframe, stood his wife. His wife in a dark violet, two-piece lingerie set. A very lacy, silky lingerie set.

Taking in her beauty, Ichigo let out an unintelligible groan that sounded similar to "Wow."

"Maybe you can help me, Dr Kurosaki. I have this itch that won't go away." Slowly with every word, the raven-haired woman made her way across the room towards her husband. A man who, at that moment, was drooling a bit. "Will you scratch-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, his lips were suddenly on hers. His kiss was hungry, filled with all the pent up desire that had lately been denied the two of them. Suddenly in that moment, Ichigo remembered how much he actually loved his wife, not that he forgot, only that his –and her- mind was preoccupied by their son, and they had forgotten their own needs.

Rukia's head was spinning with the passion in his kiss, the sheer urgency behind it. She needed this, but he craved it more. Parting her lips, Rukia silently begged Ichigo to taste her. The tangling of their tongue was so hot and demanding that the moan that rose deep in his throat was unstoppable. Her delicate arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him down towards herself. The action felt possessive to Ichigo, but he didn't complain as her fingers ventured into his uncombed mob of hair.

Ichigo couldn't believe what was happening; there hadn't been much physical intimacy between them mainly because there wasn't time, or they were just too tired. Nevertheless, just standing in each other's embrace, lips locked, made their unquenchable heat for each other return.

Ripping his lips from hers, Ichigo fought to catch his breath as he took in Rukia. The purple corset was tight against her firm body, pushing her breast up and making Ichigo groan in anticipation and vigour. Rukia's sensual gaze was glued to his face as her thumbs softly caressed his cheeks, her amethyst eyes piercing into his core.

His mouth swiftly descended on hers again, stealing her breath as well as all form of coherent thought. Roaming her body intently over and over, Ichigo was reacquainted with the dips and curves of her body that he knew like the back of his hand. His fingers were rough against her skin.

All she could think about was how desperately she wanted this man in her arms. She felt him burn with passion, as one hand buried itself in her hair, the other caressed her backside through the silken material of the purple corset, intertwining with its chords.

Her fingers slid up into his dishevelled orange hair, tugging on the strands as she returned his passion in full. His mouth grudgingly left hers, and descended the slender column of her throat. He relished the feeling of her soft skin against his lips. He found she tasted just as always, as he hungrily fed his addiction.

Ichigo felt his heated need for the stunning goddess in his arms taking over every possible sense and coherency in his body.

Rukia moaned at the feel of his hands and mouth on her skin, wanting and needing so much more. He swiftly set her body on fire as he kissed her neck, his teeth raking against the sensitive skin that he knew would make her putty in his hands.

She quickly began searching for a way to remove the last of his clothing; his bare chest was not enough to satisfy her need for him. He took hold of her hands, guiding them to the fabric of his sweatpants. While she grabbed the waist of his pants, Ichigo kissed his way back to her lips, needing to taste her essence again.

Nothing was going to keep him from getting what he so desperately wanted.

Being distracted by his lips, Rukia didn't make any progress on the clothing situation. She was succumbing to the intense sexual tension that charged the air every waking moment they were near each other.

Pulling back, he removed what was left of his clothes, desperately wanting to make love to his wife. Staring at his chiseled form standing before her, Rukia slowly traced the curves and valleys of his muscular chest, licking her lips along the way. Her lips soon followed, caressing each and every part of his skin. He buried his hands in her thick raven hair, his head tilting back as his eyes fell closed.

It had been too long.

"Rukia…"

Her name was like a strangled gasping plea on his lips, as his chest heaved with a need so fierce he thought he might go mad. She was driving him absolutely wild as she seductively kissed her way up his throat, along his jaw before reaching his lips once more.

Their lips met again in a winded gasp, while his fingers immediately pulled the cords of her corset setting her free of the silky fabric. The action gave Ichigo the perfect view of her breasts as the material fell to the floor in a soft thud.

He tenderly brushed his lips over her skin, making her pant at the feel of his warm lips against her skin. His one hand suddenly found her now freed breast and gently enfolded the mount of flesh. Heaven, hell, and everything in between could've self-imploded at that moment and she wouldn't have cared less.

Pleasure was stirring deep inside them both.

His hands made their way to her firm thighs, grasping hold of her before lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Inside of her, the love for him was bubbling over, resulting in her grabbing his face firmly and kissing him with everything she had.

Before Rukia even realized it, her back was hitting the bed and Ichigo was hovering above her. Their lips separated as he settled over her legs and pulled the lacy panties slowly and seductively down her legs. His chest began to heave with the heated passion pumping through him. Ichigo traced the delicate curve of her face with his fingertip, drinking her in and committing it to memory once again.

Rukia reached up and grasping the back of his neck, pulled him down onto her. He kissed her deeply as his hands began their long awaited exploration of her body. Stroking her thigh softly sent shivers of anticipation through Rukia's body. Wrapping his fingers around her smooth skin, Ichigo pulled her leg higher. Lining himself up, he plunged into her, enjoying the gasp of delight that left her lips.

Her head fell back into the pillow at the feel of being completed and filled.

The feeling of being buried deep inside her velvet core was better than anything known to man. Rukia pulled him closer, her lips crashing into his and kissing him hard. He slowly began to move within her, setting a slow steady rhythm, one he knew she enjoyed for just a few minutes before wanting more.

They were truly two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.

Rukia could barely catch her breath as Ichigo pistoled into her. His hard member created the most amazing feeling she'd ever experienced. Panting heavily, Ichigo pressed his forehead into the crook of her neck as his thrusts became faster and harder. Rukia repeatedly moaned his name in breathless erotic chants that only turned him on even more if that was possible.

Her fingernails raked across his back, causing him to gasp her name. As the mutual moans and pants filled their bedroom, a soft sheen of sweat formed on their skin as they made love for what felt like hours of heaven.

Ichigo could feel her velvet walls beginning to grip at him, her climax quickly approaching. As he quickened his tempo, his lips caressed her throat and he pounded repeatedly into her. She came with his name on her lips, her body trembling violently as he came as well in an intense release, emptying himself deep within her.

Rukia leaned up and pressing her lips to his, relished the feel of him lying in bed beside her.

Gently Ichigo pulled her onto his still heaving chest, tightening his hold on her body. Silently they caught their breaths. Ichigo's hand lazily caressed her back, drawing small circles with his thumb.

No words were needed as they relished the wake of the amazing lovemaking.

Rukia placed one last kiss on his chest before she succumbed to sleep, Ichigo not following long after.

Their bodies clung to each other as if the universe was trying to pull them apart, but failing at the attempt. They had each other, and nothing was going to take that away.

Without further ado, they fell into a dreamless slumber.

Until the cries of their newborn son pierced through the silence once again.

The End

Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this story that I started over a year ago. I hope the ending was satisfying and that you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. A very special thanks to KaizokuGotenks for all his hard work beta-ing for me. You've saved my reputation a few times.

THANKS SO MUCH! An author can only improve themselves if they have the courage to take criticism and comments from their readers.

As for future stories, I have a lot of ideas, but getting them on paper could take a while. University started again and I'm already hallelujah busy. But I do have a little preview for you guys...

Primal Love Preview

Winter of Year X422

The wolf's howl travelled through the rainy night. The ice wind sliced into its thick black fur, as its sharp claws dug into the cold, unforgiving ground. The wolf's breath making white puffs of air. Muscles pulling together, forcing strength into the wolf's limbs. Running through the night, the black speeding bullet made its way to scent of blood.

The crimson blood of its mate.

Even miles away the wolf could feel her pain, hear her screams and cries. Forcing its limbs to go faster, the wolf shot into the darkness of the night.

Even against the rain and the icy weather, his naked body could only feel the heat inside his being. Miles lay behind him. The night was turning to day... hours he had travelled to location where his beloved's blood been spilled.

Her blood seeped into the ground, still fresh and wet. However her body was nowhere to be found. He was close, yet the scent of her pearl white body was nowhere in the air. The rain was washing away all hints of her location.

Frustrated and panicked he searched of anything that might lead him to her.

Nothing.

The last droplets of blood are washed away by the falling water.

Desperate he cried out...

"RUKIA!"

Several moons earlier. In the Summer of Year X422

"Milady, the king requested you presence in the throne room immediately." The red haired man bow and turned away from the lady of the Castle.

"In regards to what, Renji?" She asked in a bored tone.

Renji, without turning, answered. "King Kurosaki has returned." He left her to her own devices.

An audible gulp was heard as she took a steading breath. Years have passed and the kingdom had forgotten about the incident between the two kingdoms' royal children, but she has not. She still remembers his amber eyes and his body next to, on top of her.

Sitting quietly down on her bed, she exhaled the breath caught in her throat.

She had just turned 16 when they had met for the first time. He, of course, made a scene at first. The kingdom was overcome with gossip about a royal engagement between the prince and princess.

However, King Byakuya had only asked the prince's presence due to an international conflict with the kingdom of Las Noches and not his daughter's hand in marriage.

Spring Year X415

The sixteen year old princess was out riding when the prince of Karakura had arrived. So when she found an unknown male in her room, her first instinct was to scream.

But no sound entered the afternoon air.

His hand was clamped down over soft lips and pushed her against the old oak door. Eyes as big as saucers, she stared at him.

Breathlessly he opened his mouth. "Apologies milady-"

The pain came swift to his nether regions. Thinking she could escape from the handsome, orange haired man, she kicked again. Yet his hand didn't loosen.

"God dammit midget!"

She struggled against his hold. Clasping both her hands over her head, the male pressed his lips to hers. Her body squished between the cold door and his heated body, she felt her body grow warm and weak. Sinking into his hold, she surrendered to his lips.

Slipping his tongue into her soft, Lushes lips she heard a feral growl from his throat. The sound created countless the vibrations through her body. The distraction from his lips, caused her not to notice his hand travelling along her side, stopping at her thigh and pulling it up. Instantly, her leg hooked around his hips, pulling her begging centre to his hardened member. The friction caused the male to rip his lips from hers and howl quietly.

Before her mind could comprehend, his lips attached to her neck, sucking and licking the delicate skin.

Not even thinking of consequences, she moaned into the sensation of his lips.

I'll leave it at that... see you guys in the next story!