Chapter: Rompe (Break It)

Shalan's Speak: YAY! I like this chapter… another lemon lead up… the lemon should be the next chapter unless I decide otherwise anyways… I'm thinking that this chapter shouldn't be very long…cause I really want to write the lemon… maybe a little citrus… in this one… but nothing too bad…

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Ichigo sighed softly as he walked into the hotel room. Standing next to him was his petite housemate, furious as a demon. They had gotten into an argument in the elevator about the car crash they had gotten into. It was nothing serious for them, Ichigo had managed to turn the wheel and the car had veered, hitting a tree on the side of the road.

Needless to say the car was totaled. The dashboard had closed in on his right knee and lower leg. He had gained some severe bruising and a little whiplash but it was nothing to end his career. Rukia had been protected from most of the accident by him. It was actually because of his diving across the car that he had sustained only minor injuries. He had smashed against the windshield but had only cut his back slightly. Rukia had been worried about him while he was unconscious but once he had woken up she stayed far away from him.

"It was not my fault…" he hissed and she threw him a dirty look over her shoulder. They had come to Switzerland for Christmas just like he had promised.

"You are such an asshole…" she walked off towards her bedroom. He had hoped that he could make up everything that had happened to them… but he knew that for some reason she wasn't going to let him in.

"Kurosaki…" Ichigo answered his phone as he walked into his bedroom in the suite. He shut the door behind him. "Yeah… go ahead Izuru…"

"You are not going to believe this…" He cheered from the other line and Ichigo sighed.

"Give me some good news Kira…" Ichigo jerked off his coat and threw it on the bed. Kira laughed from the other line.

"It may actually be good news for you cohort…" Izuru sounded like he was jumping.

"Spit it out Izuru before I throw up all over my nice black suit…" he pulled off his suit jacket and threw it on the floor as he unbuttoned his shirt down, leaving it tucked in. He sauntered into his bathroom and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his shirt off as he turned on the hot water.

"The Arsenal Woman's team wants to talk to your little pet…" Izuru spoke and Ichigo dropped his boxers.

"What did you just say?" He blinked as he stuck his hand into the water to see if it was warm.

"I said Arsenal Ladies want to see your little pet… they just called Kisuke but couldn't get a hold of her… why is that?" Izuru sounded suspicious and Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"The woman threw a shit fit and threw her damn cell phone, the cell phone that she just bought… with MY MONEY, into the fountain… about a day ago…" Ichigo sighed.

"Ah… that would make sense then…" Izuru sighed in return. "Why did she throw a shit fit?"

"Because… I got mad at her about spending to much money and to prove her point that I was a bastard she threw the cell phone in the damn fountain…" Ichigo frowned as he put Izuru on speaker and got into the shower.

"Am I on speakerphone?" Izuru practically shouted and Ichigo flinched as he scrubbed his hair with shampoo.

"Yes… there's a reason for that… so you DON'T have to shout…" Ichigo replied with a sigh.

"Are you taking a shower and talking to me at the same time?" Izuru sounded a little curious.

"Why… look at that… I'm naked and there's water all over the place… I must be taking a shower… imagine that…" Ichigo said sarcastically.

"No need to be a jerk striker…" Izuru growled back and Ichigo sighed. "So are you going to tell her?"

"NO! SHE DOESN'T DESERVE TO KNOW! NOT THE WAY SHE'S BEEN TREATING ME!" He shouted. He heard Izuru scoff.

"Yeah… she's not the one who fucked some waitress in the front seat of his BMW," Izuru sounded angry and Ichigo hung his head.

"You're right I suppose…" Ichigo turned off the water but heard it keep running. A smile ghosted across his lips. "Hey Izuru… I have to go…" he wrapped a towel around his waist and tied it as he hung up on his PR.

Rukia sighed softly as the hot water rushed over her body. She hated being around that jerk… she just felt her skin crawl… and the hair stand up on the back of her neck. Suddenly a pair of powerful hands spun her around under the hot water and her lips met his. Jesus he was strong… she felt his grip on her waist as he pressed her up against the wall.

"What are you doing Kurosaki?" She asked against his lips but a moan escaped as his bare upper body pressed against hers. His hands explored, covering her breasts and her stomach. She moaned again as his lower body pressed against hers.

"Trying to figure you out…" he said and lifted her up, he forced her legs around his waist. She groaned out loud as his lips clasp around her already pert nipples. He sucked, hard, earning a loud cry from her. He teased the other with his fingers. Her hips bucked against him and he bought his lips to hers, bucking his hips against her and her head tilted back as he continued it, the wet towel and what was beneath it rubbing against her deliciously.

"What are you…" she groaned again as he pushed her hips against the wall.

"Why you keep denying that you're falling for me?" He sucked her ear lobe lightly and she moaned softly.

"Because I'm not…" she groaned again as he bucked his hips again.

"Bull shit…" his British accent was so damn sexy. Everything about him was sexier than hell. She knew it. She knew she wanted him, hell she probably loved him for all she cared. "You are…" his fingers entered her and it was delicious. He easily drew them through her and out again, scissoring as he went. Her hips moved with his hand, her head pressed against the slick tile, her hands grabbing for anything she could hold onto. They found his mop of soaked orange hair as she felt the screw tighten further.

"Jesus… Kurosaki!" She bucked her hips against his hand again and he knew how close she was.

"You want me to keep going?" He could feel her legs shaking slightly.

"YES!" She pleaded. "Ichigo damn it! Don't you dare! NO!" He pulled his fingers out and let her fall to the ground. He smiled, licking her juice off his fingers slowly and she hated it.

"I'll see you later… I have somewhere to be…" he laughed as he walked off and she screamed from inside the shower. He chuckled as he shut the door to his room. "That was too much fun… she's going to kill me one of these days…"

Rukia lay on her back on the bed, thinking about him. What he had done to her all those times… that was the final straw… there was only one thing left to do… she was going to have to get him back and damn it… payback was sweet.

Ichigo sat down on his bed with a beer bottle and pulled the top off with his teeth. He turned on the TV and took a drink. "Oh… so they know we're here…" he noticed as he saw a report about their "romantic" get away. "Yeah… really romantic…"

He would be easy to get under her thumb… she just had to think of all the things he hated… "Women being dominant in sex…" she smiled slightly. She knew exactly what she was going to do.

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What is she planning? I have no idea… but I will tell you this… it's going to let me have some thing like a lemon next chapter… and this time… it's going to be sweet sweet payback… but its not the actual lemon… that's coming after next chapter…

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