Oh My Kichigai!
By Uchiha Xairylle

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! If you don't like lemon, do not read this. Hopefully, you're still going to be able to understand the story even if you didn't read this. If you still don't get it, CHAPTER FOURTEEN CONTAINS LEMONY SCENES SO PLEASE, IF YOU HAVE NO INTEREST IN ANYTHING WITH SEXUAL CONTENT, DO NOT READ PAST THIS PARAGRAPH. All complaints about it will be IGNORED.
Chapter Fourteen : Sake Ichigo
"I—"

The steps didn't seem to end. Ichigo wanted to curse the damn store. Even it was against him! But no one was going to stop him. Not Rukia, not Urahara, not the stairs, not this house, not Byakuya, not Commander General Yamamoto and, heck, not even his conscience! He had his needs and he knew what those are and he just knew he was going into a mental state of anguish if he was not pacified now.

"—chi—"

Come hell of high waters, Ichigo did not give a damn! All the Hollows could rot in Hueco Mundo and even if Soul Society crumbled into ashes, it would probably only reach his ears when his hormones stopped raging. His work and his environment had been very cruel to him and his unfortunate sex life as of late and he was not — let it be clear: NOT — going to give in this time.

The steps finally came to an end after forever and he stomped towards the door. It was strange how Urahara's place could house them all for the night considering it did not look so spacious from the outside. But did it matter?

"—go!"

No.

Ichigo slid one room open. Was there a futon or a bed? Yes. Condition met, then. This was theirs for the night. If anyone dared to enter without permission and reason any of its four walls, its ceiling, its floor or even its corners, he would not hesitate to let heads roll. Too violent? Tell that to a man whose sanity had been rampaged by forsaken hormones and you'll get a good hemorrhage!

"What the hell is—"

Rukia's voice was lost when Ichigo stepped into the room and closed the sliding door with his foot. She gasped, realizing the darkness and registering how her husband's arm was shifting her.

"Ichigo?" Rukia blinked.
"Shut up. I'm having the urge to rip your clothes in two just by hearing you say my name."

Wow.

Hormones and sake in Kurosaki Ichigo's body made one hell of a combination.

"We're not…"

If it did not involve anything about agreeing to his current state of hormonal passion then Ichigo was not quite interested to hear it. In a quick move, he had shifted her so that one arm was supporting her back and pushing her against him. Their faces were on level and Rukia could feel her toes touch nothing but air. Their bodies being so close would not last long in one position.

Ichigo pulled her closer and melded their lips together.

Finally!

His grip tightened as his free arm lifted her leg and she obliged, curling her legs around his torso as her arms wrapped around his neck. Ichigo moaned as he delved his tongue into her mouth and she responded accordingly. Rukia wanted this. He knew. Otherwise, she wouldn't have provoked him like she had earlier. It was good that Rukia did not scream like a mad man (woman?) when in pleasure or he'd be dealing with even weirder smiles tomorrow. What the heck, the woman was his already! Screw it if this wasn't their house. He'd rather live with the "we-know-what-you-did" smiles and looks the next day than die from his manhood entangled in desire.

After making sure he wouldn't drop her, Ichigo started towards the futon. Surprise took him when she tilted her head to deepen the kiss and at the same time, she managed to pull up a side of his shirt. The sudden contact made him gasp and wobble and he fell on his bottom.

"Never knew you were such a klutz." She sneered at him and he pouted. Rukia was straddling him as her hand continued to explore under his shirt. Ichigo had not bothered to remove it because he knew quite well that there were times that she liked the feel of just touching and not necessarily seeing the whole thing. This instant was under that circumstance. He leaned back and let her have a bit of fun as both of her palms slid against his skin. It was not the first time she had touched him. Damn it, they've been married for ten years but whenever she touched him, she was always fascinated by how chiseled his body was.

Rukia leaned towards him and her tongue playfully licked against his neck. Ichigo dared not to suppress a moan and his head tilted to one side. More access. Rukia moved upward, her tongue doing work as she slid teasingly towards his ear. His hips had been moving deliberately against hers and she moaned upon feeling his erection against her. She moaned again and one of her hands reached down and began undoing his trousers. Ichigo bit his lip in anticipation as he heard her unzip it open but just as he was about to feel her fingers around him, he grabbed her wrist.

Not now. Not yet.

Rukia gasped but even before she could send him a questioning look of disappointment, he had already moved and all of a sudden she was under him. Both her hands were on either side of her head and held into place by the orange-haired embodiment of what was handsome, strong and sexy — at least for her. Rukia groaned at the mere position she was in, as it fueled more and more torrid thoughts into her head. To top that off, the sake was definitely kicking in. She was sure to lose herself tonight.

Ichigo smirked and his head dove for her neck. It was hard for him not to suck at her and leave a mark especially that his sake-infested mind was telling him to. He moved towards her, making sure that their bodies touched as much as possible. Both of them moaned as they felt each other's contours. Ichigo's tongue continued to lap at wherever he felt like it, not knowing where to go first since each spot seemed to taste more and more inviting than the previous. It was weird since he was licking the same skin on the same body but he had no interest or state of mind to sort out thoughts or figure out logic.

While making sure he kept as much contact as possible, Ichigo's hand reached down and began to rub her thigh. Rukia moaned again but in a strange way this time. That or Ichigo was imagining things because he could feel himself flare with passion upon hearing the sound escape her lips. She writhed against him, needing to touch him, needing to kiss him, needing to do something to him. With her free hand, she pushed herself and with much effort, shifted their position so that she was on top.

Ichigo gasped and blinked before staring at her with wide eyes. She did not allow him to react and a finger immediately shushed him. Without further ado, he parted his lips and took her finger in. She closed her eyes and sighed before snickering at him and pulling her hand back. Her wet finger traced across his neck. Ichigo motioned to prop himself up but Rukia immediately planted her palms on his chest.

"You're not going anywhere." She sneered.

Wow. This was one of the rare times that Rukia was aggressive but right now was not the right night.

Ichigo smirked and motioned to stand up again but she grabbed him by the jaw and forced him back. He sent her a baffled, questioning gaze as she leaned forward, "I said you're not going anywhere."

His mouth was covered but he still managed to send her half a smile. With a quick movement from his legs, Rukia's vision wobbled and all of a sudden, he was on top of her, pinned by his body weight as he whispered huskily, "Neither of us is going anywhere."

Oh, his warm — or was it hot? — breath on her skin! She closed her eyes as her head moved to one side. It was more than enticing and she was on the verge of saying his name.

No.

This was her night. He had to say her name.

With a naughty glint in her eye she pushed him off her. She knew it was no use trying to roll on top of him. He was much stronger. She needed to do something else and as of now it was to have a good distance between them. Ichigo frowned as he watched her crawl backwards and away from him but somehow, he was awarded with a slightly dim and teasing view of her legs and what else in between and beneath her dress. And he gulped.

Rukia smiled again. It was the exact thing she had in mind.

Ichigo had not yet figured out what game she was trying to play but he scampered after her anyway, not minding that he looked half like an idiot after her. She laughed as she made her way towards the futon. As soon as he was close enough, she grabbed the blanket and tossed it on him. Rukia had caught him by surprise and all he could do was open his mouth upon seeing the white material walling towards him. It wasn't hard removing it from his body but when he looked, she wasn't there.

"Tag. You're it." Rukia whispered from behind him as her fingers traced across his back. He shivered, unable to move for a while as he felt her hands crawl towards his abs. Rukia bit her lip at the finely molded part of her husband and she heard him moan when her hand reached his chest. But that was it. As soon as she felt him move differently, she grabbed her hand back and hopped away.

"You midget." Ichigo grunted.

Rukia smiled devilishly again and licked her lips.

Damn it. He loved it when she did that but two can play that game. In an instant his shirt was off and Ichigo found himself grinning inwardly when he saw the expression on her face after he licked his lips. But to Rukia, all was not lost and she seductively moved back with one foot as she licked her fingers. Ichigo could do nothing else but draw his breath longingly as her hands slid down her creamy neck before opening the first few buttons. The way she moaned made it look so inviting and Ichigo felt like thrusting hungrily into her. Rukia batted her eyelids and pursed her lips.

He was close to losing it.

"Come here, you…!" Ichigo motioned towards her but Rukia took another step back, moaning louder this time that he gasped. That prolonged sound of her pleasure made him freeze. A few more buttons snapped off with ease and Rukia thanked the heavens for automatics. One hand moved through her hair and Ichigo swallowed as her other hand moved down her body, gliding over her skin, her breasts, her belly before sliding back up and licking her finger.

Rukia moaned again as her back met the wall. Her head threw to one side in what seemed to be pure bliss.

Damn, he had lost it.

In an instant he was in front of her. His eyes were hungry for her and he pinned her to the wall, pushing her as he dragged his tongue from her ear to her lips but she denied him entrance.

"Rukia…" he gasped. He was too infested by desire to even force her anymore but she did not seem convinced.

"Rukia…" he murmured again and teased her lips with his tongue. His wife obliged and parted her lips. That was enough for him. Rukia moaned, pulling him towards her as one of his hands parted the upper half of her dress. She moaned again as his hand cupped one of her mounds and began kneading. Making sure that she was still firm against him, he made his hand towards her back felt for and undid the clasps even through the material of her dress. The thing came off and Ichigo took it and tossed it away. They could bother about its whereabouts tomorrow. Right now… Well… Carpe Diem!

"Oh…" Rukia gasped as she felt Ichigo lift her so that his face was on level with her breasts. Her eyes were wide in shock when he began licking and she clung to him upon feeling is lips around her nipple. Pleasure ran through her system and Rukia began to say his name breathlessly, something that made him want her even more. He could feel her wetness on his skin and he moaned into her. He wanted to shift her higher but didn't. He ignored the hungry feeling of his tongue to taste her way down south. Only one thing was taking her and it was neither his lips nor his finger. He wanted to make sure she was jammed with shock and pleasure when he entered her. Ichigo was not going to settle for anything less.

"Ichigo… I need…"

Ichigo's eyes wandered. Nothing to his right. A desk to his left.

Desk.

Perfect.

It took only several paces for Ichigo to reach it and he laid Rukia with her back on the desk. Rukia whimpered upon the loss of touch and he had to stop himself from grinning as he undid his trousers. The girl wanted to kick his forehead for being so slow but did not dare to move. Ichigo would want to do this by himself and she waited rather impatiently, grunting as she lay on the table. After what seemed to be the entire night, he slid his hands up her thigh and pulled down the only hindrance between him and her entrance. Most clothes were still on. He had not bothered to totally remove his pants and it pooled at his feet.

Ichigo looked at her.

What did her eyes say?

Hurry up, you bastard.

He grinned. She lay there. He entered.

"Oh holy, holy, holy, holy, holy… hommmphh…" Ichigo said breathlessly as he inched into her slowly. Rukia kept on gasping his name for how many times he lost count. She was shuddering at the small shocks she was receiving as he held her legs in place.

"Rukia…" Ichigo said upon feeling him within her as she rasped for air. He remained there for a while, watching her as she adjusted. Her senses were in a wild array and if he thrust now, she would probably be driven to so much pleasure that she'd feel it in her dreams. The mere thought of her dreaming about him was enough to fuel him to another level of sensation and he began thrusting.

"Yes, yes…" Rukia whimpered as she buckled against him, moving her hips to go with his pace. It took a while before she could catch his rhythm since it was hard enough stopping herself from screaming. He helped her ease out for their sake and his hands steadied her hips, guiding her movement to take him in as he moved against her. Rukia was desperately trying to cling onto something but nothing seemed to be enough.

"Ichigo…" she gasped breathlessly, "Harder…"

Ichigo grunted. At this rate, he would climax before she did. It would take a hell lot of his will power and self-control so as not to explode before she did. She was trying to speed up the pace. The desk was wet with her sweat and whatnot and her comments about being "so good" and "so deep" was driving him insane. It was so hard stopping himself from being driven to the peak of pleasure.

"R-R-R-Ruk… ia…"

His vision was faltering. He was almost there. Dang it, he couldn't come now. Not now. Not…

"OH MY GOD, ICHIGO!" Rukia nearly screamed as he felt her walls squeeze his member. She shuddered as her hands began to dishevel her own hair, her eyes closed in pure bliss.

Another thrust.

"Nnngh…" Ichigo clamped his lips together, his teeth gritting inside his mouth as he tried swallowing a yell that had been wanting to come out for as long as he realized. The flashing white light of orgasm came before his eyes and he quivered as he blew everything he had. Rukia felt every part of him unstably moved as his fingers gripped tighter on her hips as he arched forward.

Rukia. Rukia. Rukia. Rukia. Rukia.

The name was resounding in his head and his mouth could not catch up to his mind but he was sure that he repetitively said her name. Rukia smiled. Ichigo breathed out and both of them moaned as he pulled out. Without any care for the moment, Ichigo allowed himself to collapse on the floor. Rukia giggled and allowed herself a few more moments to catch her breath before pushing herself up. She looked at her husband who was now lying on the side.

"Ichigo…" Rukia looked at him as her hand tried to fix the messed up hair on her head.
"Rukia…" he gasped. It was more of an aftershock than answer.
"We weren't able to even use the futon."

Ichigo groaned.

Rukia smiled and slowly approached her husband.

"Can't even pull your own pants up, eh?" she smiled and her fingers hooked on the waistband of his trousers. She did not know how but Ichigo was immediately able to regain senses and he sat up, grabbing her by the wrist and she gasped, "What?"

"You want to use the futon, hm? Good."
"What?"
"We're not done yet."
"What!"
"Stop saying the same word already!"
"Ichigo, a—"

- End of Chapter 14 -

Author: I have proven TO MYSELF (at least) through this chapter that I really love you guys so much because amidst my aching shoulder, I pushed through with this chapter not because I had to prove something to myself but because I didn't want to totally lose the touch. And I didn't want to disappoint those who had given me the "Goddess of Flash Updates" nickname. Well, this is also quite a filler and I've been having more than just several requests for this since people had seen Ichigo tortured enough from all that had been left hanging. So… Here it is. Yay, Bankai to us all! REVIEW! I think this is my second lemon, right? Araaaaa… Quite an experiment, really, but hope you likesh.

Oh, and let me take this opportunity to tell you to read blushingbluerain's fic "A Night To Remember".

It's not perfect but it's cute and I like it and I really want to collaborate with her in doing it. Whee!! It's IchiRuki Bleach and AU. The title of this chapter is inspired by the title of her first chapter.