Author's Note:

1) As promised, IchiRuki!

2) Watch out, this part deserves the M rating..:P

Happy Reading! ;)

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?"

Rukia squinted up at what appeared to be one very pissed-off carrottop in surprise. He had seen that?! Well, that was more of a good thing then bad, she supposed. Especially if she decided to complain to Captain Ukitake, Kurosaki could corroborate-

"You'll let him touch you, but I can't even-even-even-" sputtered Ichigo, knitting his brows even closer together. He was FURIOUS. He'd all but ruled out the idea of Detective Kuchiki being a 'field bunny', but he'd just been proved wrong. Apparently, little Kuchiki had absolutely no problem with letting everyone else on the team but him get some. And everyone else meant Ichimaru Gin, apparently. Ichimaru Gin! The creepiest, sneakiest, most bastard-ly bastard on the whole team! "And all this time, I thought you were just hesitant because of the business-pleasure connundrum! I'll bet you've enjoyed playing your little games with me, haven't you, you frosty bitch!" He spat.

Rukia felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise to attention. How dare he call her a whore, when she'd just practically been molested! Why did she even think for one second that the stupid ass had seen what was actually happening! Honestly, how STUPID can one footballer be!?

"You-how dare you call me a bitch!?" She sputtered, stalking forward until her chest hit his. "You have got to be THE DUMBEST excuse for an athlete I've ever met!" She jabbed her finger into his chest with each word, pushing him until his back hit the opposite wall. "Nevermind the fact I was just sexually assaulted, Kurosaki. I'm so pleased to know you can tell the difference. Did I look as if I was enjoying his manhandling of me? If I was enjoying it so much, then why did I pull my gun on him? Oh, but wait. To your perverted, puerile, microscopic brain, it MUST be something I do just to add to the excitement, eh, Kurosaki?"

"How should I know?" Ichigo grabbed her wrist to deter her stabbing finger and held it away from him. What was she trying to do, poke a hole straight through him and skewer him to the wall?

"I didn't see too much resistance on your part, Little Miss Field Bunny."

"FIELD BUNNY?!" Forget mad, Rukia was positively livid. "For your information, if not for this completely RIDICULOUS assignment my asshole of a brother assigned me too, I wouldn't have had anything to do with football whatsoever. And I'd have been glad of it, now that I know what I originally thought of you is true-you egotistical, spoiled son-of-a-bitch!" She couldn't even punch him. If she punched him in this state, she wouldn't stop, and then there'd be another footballer dead. But they'd know who the murderer was. I'd make sure of it. Rukia gave the footballer one last glare and pivoted on her heel to walk away-

Only to be jerked back against the footballer's chest by the wrist he still held. Rukia snapped her head back to meet his gaze, more than a little shocked when she saw worry there. Ichigo knitted his brows together and leaned down to her. "I'm sorry for calling you a whore, and a field bunny," he said softly. "Rukia. Did he hurt you?"

Rukia felt her mouth drop open. How can he just switch from one emotion to the other so quickly?! "No," she managed weakly. The way he'd said Rukia...so tenderly, as if he actually cared...she felt something flutter inside her. No. She did NOT want to be honest and admit that part of the reason she was so pissed off at Gin was because she and Kurosaki hadn't even made it to that part of her body yet-

Ichigo watched Rukia's eyes darken and felt desire-and something else begin to rise. Fuck, Kurosaki, you're in trouble. You couldn't call it anything else when seeing a woman pissed off got you hot. But here he was, standing with a very mad lady-and finding her wholly sexy. Despite the taut way she was holding her body, Ichigo had the distinct impression-(from her eye colour changing, and the hitch in her breathing he'd been fortunate enough to catch), that Detective Kuchiki was very much wishing, despite what had just happened, that something else of the same nature would happen...with him.

"Are you sure?" He gentled his voice even more, leaning back against the wall and tugging the woman towards him.

"Yes." Rukia coughed, somehow unable to resist as Kurosaki pulled her close to him. He spun around suddenly and pinned her to the wall with his body, eliciting a little gasp of shock from her.

"You're still in shock," Ichigo whispered next to her ear, sliding his hands up from her wrists, to her shoulders, holding her against the wall gently. "I think I need to personally inspect you for damage..."

What a cheesy line. Rukia raised her eyebrow, but Ichigo just smiled down at her as he bent his head to claim her lips.

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Gin smiled as he watched Kurosaki lean down to kiss little Miss Kuchiki. Excellent. If he made an educated guess, those two would be occupied for about oh, 20 mins? "Perfect. Just enough time," he smirked and slipped down the corridor.

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Rukia sighed. Ichigo's hand had once again found it's way under the bust of her dress, and while she wasn't exactly pleased at how fast he'd slipped it under there, she was extremely pleased with what it was doing.

Ichigo plunged his tongue back into Rukia's mouth, taking his time to relearn all its hollows. He tilted her head back with one hand, then shifted his from side to side, as if trying to figure out which way he liked better. He used the heel of his other hand to push the detective's breast back against her chest. Rukia sighed into his mouth again, and Ichigo bent his knees and pushed his hips against hers, hard, sliding his mouth from hers down to her neck.

"Ooooh," she moaned. "Do that again."

"Sure thing," he murmured, and pushed against her once more, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him when she pushed back. He slid his hand off her breast and grabbed her arms, sliding her up the wall until her chest was level with his face, rubbing his dick against her. Ichigo yanked her dress down over her tits, using his hips to hold her against the wall while he fastened his mouth over one impertinent nipple and bit it.

"Ow," Rukia cried, her back arching towards the delicious pain even as she protested it. Ichigo lifted his head for a second, fixing her with a wicked smile, then re-fastened his mouth to her tit, sucking now, hollowing his cheeks to fit the entire orb in his mouth-

Oh my g- She couldn't even finish the thought. There were simply too many sensations to take in, his hot, wet mouth encompassing her, his other hand pushing and tugging at her nipple, his hips pressing against hers ever so insistently, and his other hand-his other hand-

Ichigo opened his mouth wider, stroking the flat of his tongue first one way, then the other. He slowly slid his left hand down, over her ribs, past her stomach, along her outer thigh, and then up, up her inner...he paused, lifting his eyes to watch Rukia's reaction. She was breathing heavy, her eyes completely muddled with desire and anticipation. He felt her hands clench and unclench in his hair, and he knew she wanted what was to come. And so he gave it to her.

Rukia couldn't believe she was letting this happen-couldn't believe it, and couldn't be bothered to care. She'd been pleasured before, of course!-but no one, no one in her (admittedly limited) experience had seemed to know exactly where to touch her, and when-and Kurosaki did. He took his time, in no great hurry, and Rukia found that she appreciated that, more than anything. He started by rubbing her through her panties, slowly circling her bud, then suddenly, pushing them aside and delving his middle finger inside of her.

Ichigo dropped his head to the wall, turning to drag his tongue along the shell of her ear. "You're-so-tight," he whispered hoarsely, feeling her contract against his finger. He curled his digit inside of her and she breathed his name. "Say that again," he commanded, pressing his thumb against her clit while he slid his finger in and out of her.

"Kuro, saki," Rukia sobbed, arching her back, tilting her hips as he kept plunging his finger in and out of her. "Please, please..," she begged.

"Hmm?" Ichigo stopped moving his finger, even as Rukia kept arching her hips. "Please what, Rukia?" He kept sliding his thumb over her clit, and she jerked against him.

"You bastard," she gritted. "Don't make me say i-it!" She pushed against him as he slid yet another finger into her.

"Say it, Rukia," he hissed, trailing the tip of his tongue against her collarbone. "Beg me."

Rukia curled her hands into his hair, hanging on tightly as he scissored his fingers gently, then pulled them out all the way, his thumb still caressing her. "P-please, make me-make me-come," she whispered brokenly.

"As you wish," he treated her to another wicked smile and plunged his fingers inside her, hard and fast. Rukia felt herself get wetter (as if that was even possible!?) as he continued the maddening rhythm of fingers and thumb. Ichigo lowered his head back to her chest, and Rukia felt herself hurtling towards oblivion, close, close, so close-and suddenly, she was there. She gasped, her hips pumping against his hand, as she closed her eyes and felt release.

Ichigo felt the little detective's body go limp, and he stepped back, letting her slide down the wall and into his arms. She slumped against him, seemingly boneless. Ichigo felt a smirk crawling across his face, and he lifted her head up with his right hand. Rukia's eyes fluttered open, then widened as Ichigo slid his two fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. Then he leaned down and kissed her once more, his mouth hot and hard.

Rukia pulled back finally, the haze of passion slowly dissapating. What did I just do? Ichigo tugged her dress up, over her breasts, and down, over her legs. He reached for her gun from where he'd tossed? it over on the chairs, and slid it into her thigh holster. Rukia didn't even remember him taking it off. She'd let down her guard that much?! Not good, Rukia. Not good. Ichigo bent to kiss her again, but she turned her face so he only grazed her cheek.

"What's wrong, Rukia?" He queried, his brows drawing together in confusion.

"Nothing," she shook her head, and stood on tiptoe to brush his lips with hers. "C'mon, let's find Gin and go."

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