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"So, why didn't they answer the phones when we called?" Tatsuki mused aloud.

Chad shrugged as Uryuu spoke. "Who knows?"

"We learnt nothing from coming here, other than where he'll be tomorrow evening. We already knew he was out on his bike." Renji rubbed his aching temples. "I can see why Ichigo calls his editor a bitch though."

"Hn."


Ichigo waited patiently for Rukia to come out of the changing room. The curtain slid open, the metal curtain rings clanging against each other. Ichigo's jaw dropped. So sexy.

"You're getting those."

Rukia blushed. The leathers she wore were black with indigo piping, and Ichigo had found her a helmet to match. The clothes fit to her body tightly, hiding nothing. "I didn't bring my purse."

Ichigo sighed. "I meant I'd buy them for you. I can't have you riding Getsuga with no protection."

Rukia offered Ichigo a pretty little smile. "Okay." She returned to the changing room to collect her clothes, whilst Ichigo paid for her outfit. He had already arranged with the store assistant that she would be walking out wearing the outfit. Sensing Ichigo had money, and a lot of it, the store assistant bent over backwards to accommodate the pair.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he pulled it out as Rukia exited the changing cubicle. Seeing the caller ID, he declined the call and switched off his phone. When Rukia looked at him questioningly, he explained his actions, and she quickly realised that she had turned her phone off and left it in her bag at work. She wasn't allowed her phone on at work.

"Where are we going?" Rukia asked, feeling nervous. She felt no regrets at coming with Ichigo, but she had no idea where they were headed. Rukia liked to feel in control of situations she got herself into, and it worried her when she was headed into the unknown.

"You'll see." Ichigo grinned and pushed the black and purple helmet onto Rukia's head, before pulling on his own.

Ichigo turned his phone back on and attached it to the Bluetooth that it would wire calls into the internal speakers of his helmet. He had a feeling Yoruichi would call soon, and he did not want her bitching at him for not answering her call.

Ichigo swung a long leg over his beloved bike and got comfortable, before motioning for Rukia to do the same. With Getsuga being such a large bike, she had a little trouble, but Ichigo helped her up, and she rested her front against his back and wrapped her arms around him. With a twist of his wrist, they were off.

They'd been riding for about 45 minutes when he got the call from Yoruichi. He was careful to keep his voice at its usual tone, and not give away too much information. Having the interview in Tokyo was just a bonus really.

After another hour or so, Ichigo pulled into a familiar area, surrounded by large houses. This area was one of the more affluent in the area. Locating the familiar black gates, he slowed to a stop, pulled out his key fob and swiped it across the sensor. The gate slid apart, opening in the middle. Rukia watched on curiously. What is this place?

Flicking his wrist slightly, he moved Getsuga forward at a crawling pace, as the metal gates closed behind them. Ichigo stopped the vehicle outside a very large mansion. Rukia hopped off the bike, and removed her helmet. She stretched her body, feeling stiff after the long ride to… here. She still didn't know where she was.

Ichigo removed his helmet and cracked his neck. He unzipped his jacket, revealing the t-shirt he wore underneath.

"What is this place?" Rukia asked.


"Well, at least we know my boy is safe."

"But what about Rukia?" Orihime asked, concerned for her friend.

"If she's with my boy, she'll be fine."

"But that was some argument they were having." Yuzu frowned slightly.

"But it was like Ichigo said, it was usual for them to argue." Uryuu supplied. Everyone in the group nodded. The pair had been known for their arguments. When they had argued, no-one could interfere, simply because they wouldn't acknowledge it, or what was said, other than to shout or hit the one trying to get involved. It didn't take long for people to stop trying to come between them during their fights.

"I just don't want the both of them to disappear, like Ichigo did before." Yuzu said sadly.

Karin wrapped an arm round her sister. "I don't think that'll happen."


"This is my other home – the one I don't rent out." Ichigo said as he walked up the steps to his house. Rukia quickly followed him.

"Why are we here?" Rukia asked as the huge mahogany door swung open to allow the pair access to the property. The betrothed couple entered the house, and Ichigo shut the door behind them. He then led Rukia to the living room. Ichigo removed the leather jacket he wore and the pair sat down, Rukia on the sofa, and Ichigo on the armchair.

"We are here because Karakura clutters my goddamn mind. I can't think straight with all the drama that happens."

Rukia watched the man before her carefully. "What's wrong? Do you regret going back to Karakura? Is that why we are here?"

Ichigo shook his head softly. "No. I told you this. Besides, to regret going back would mean regretting so many things now. I just wanted to be home. This is my true home. This is where I lived whilst here in Tokyo. As calming as this place is, it's no good for inspiration, although I have plenty now, after being in Karakura for the best part of a week."

Rukia smiled at Ichigo, and the smile was reflected in the depths of her purple eyes. "I'm glad. But why did you bring me here?"

Ichigo returned Rukia's smile in kind. Earlier today, he thought the Rukia he loved was a lie. He was so glad to find out that deep down, she was still the Rukia he'd always known, always loved. Yeah, ever since he got to know her, he loved her, long before he ever confessed. "What wife doesn't know where her husband calls home?"

Rukia's eyes went so wide Ichigo thought they'd pop out of her skull. "You're still going ahead with the wedding? After everything?"

Ichigo frowned. "Should I not?"

Rukia quickly backtracked. "No! No. I just thought that perhaps, you weren't ready or you didn't want to now, after we fought."

Ichigo sighed. "Stop. Rukia, I have always, always loved you. Always. Sure, we fight and argue, but we always have, and I suspect we always will. But I know and you should know too, that when it comes down to it, I am always on your side."

"You always have been." Rukia took a deep breath. She could feel herself tearing up, and she really didn't want to cry. "I was just too stupid to see it."

Ichigo smiled softly as he got up from his armchair to kneel before Rukia. Running his thumb along her cheek, he spoke softly. "I fucked up bad, Rukia, when I left you. I swear to you, it will not happen again."

Rukia nodded. "I'm sorry. It was all my fault."

Ichigo threaded his free hand into her inky black hair. "No. What happened then was because we were both too stubborn. We shall share the blame for that night, the same as we will share everything going forward, as man and wife."

Rukia's watery eyes held a slight hint of a smile as she leant forward so their foreheads were touching. "I love you, Ichigo Kurosaki."

"And I, you, Rukia Kurosaki." Ichigo smiled as he leant forward and captured her lips with his own.

Rukia's hands rested against his chest as she flicked her tongue against Ichigo's lips, begging for entrance. Ichigo had always liked when she was dominate in their kisses, and he gladly allowed her access. His right hand dropped from her face to her waist. With a light tug, he pulled her down from the sofa and into his lap.

Enthusiastically, Rukia pushed against Ichigo, breaking the kiss, so he was now lying down on the soft carpet, with her straddling him. Due to the tight leather trousers they were both wearing, she could feel his arousal easily. Rukia raised an eyebrow.

Ichigo's eyes darkened. "Rukia, I can't help it. Have you seen how incredibly sexy you look in those tight leathers?" His voice was husky and Rukia could hear how turned on he was. He had definitely matured. In their younger days, Ichigo would just get embarrassed and throw her off of him whenever it got too much for him to control his body. Now, he was owning it, and all of that made Rukia incredibly wet. She suspected it could get uncomfortable in leather trousers.

Rukia smirked in response. "No. But I've seen you in yours. And I must say, you look hot. I want you, Ichigo. For all the waiting I've done, I want you, now."

"We were going to wait –"

"Until we married, I know. I know. But Ichigo," Rukia carefully and intentionally moved her hips so she was grinding against his throbbing erection. "Who are we waiting for? We know we're getting married." She started to grind harder and slower. Ichigo's hand immediately moved to her hips and he groaned aloud.

"Rukia." Ichigo began to sweat. She was making it incredibly difficult to resist her. His cock was in pain from being so tightly constricted. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life. He was right before, seeing his fiancée in tight leathers was sexy as hell. "You were the one who wanted to stop before." He finally ground out in between groans.

Rukia's lidded gaze met Ichigo's eyes. "I know. I wanted to wait until marriage, but what difference does a week make? No-one will know, other than you and I. I'm ready for this. Are you?"

Ichigo groaned as he felt Rukia's fingers sneak under his t-shirt to run across his skin. "Rukia. My mother only wanted me to make love to one woman – the woman I marry. That woman is you. I have no doubts. If you're ready –"

Rukia pulled on Ichigo's t-shirt, so he was now half sitting, half lying down, less than a breath away from Rukia. "I already told you. So shut up, Strawberry."

Ichigo smirked. That was all the confirmation he needed. With his left hand, he tugged on the zip of Rukia's jacket slowly, as if teasing himself. As the jacket opened, Ichigo smirked. She wore nothing underneath, not even a bra. Her perfect breasts were perky enough that she could get away with not wearing a bra if she wanted too. Her nipples were hardening. He wanted to touch her, but she grabbed his wrists and pushed him back down.

Once Ichigo was lying on his back once again, Rukia moved to remove his t-shirt. In the blink of an eye, it was gone, thrown somewhere in the living room. Neither cared to see where. Rukia grinned sexily at Ichigo, as she leant down and kissed him, hard. Just as Ichigo was getting into the rhythm of the kiss, she pulled away. Ichigo groaned at the loss, but it quickly turned into a groan of pleasure as Rukia placed feather light kisses on his neck, interspersed between playful nips at the skin.

The dark haired Kuchiki moved lower and lower, kissing down his chest. When she came across his already hardened nipples, she flicked her tongue across them before sucking on them. Ichigo groaned as his body rose to meet hers. "Oh god, Rukia."

Rukia smirked as she carried on trailing downwards. Soon she had moved so far down, she'd come to the top of his leather trousers. She could see his bulge desperate to be freed from the restriction the leathers provided. Carefully, she unpopped the button and unzipped the trousers, and pulled them down until they were completely off of him, leaving only his boxers. He watched Rukia with curious eyes, as she removed said boxers and gently took a hold of his manhood.

Giving Ichigo a knowing grin, she used her tongue and licked his penis from the bottom of the shaft, right up to the tip. Ichigo shuddered in pleasure, and groaned like never before as she took him into her warm mouth.

"Rukia!" Ichigo tried to find purchase on the carpet, but couldn't. In the end, he settled for threading his left hand into his own hair, and his right hand on Rukia's head. As she started bobbing up and down, pleasuring Ichigo, he used his hand to guide her – not that she needed it.

Ichigo was groaning loudly and could feel himself getting close. He pulled her away, and she looked disappointed. "Was I –"

"No. I was close. So, now, my turn." Ichigo flipped them over and slowly undressed Rukia. He allowed his fingers to trace her body lightly, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin. Soon, she was just as naked as he was.

He decided not to tease her anymore, and went straight for her heated core. He ran his tongue up and down her wet slit as he lapped up her juices. He allowed his tongue to tease her sensitive clit and she writhed and moaned in pleasure. Then, he used his tongue and licked all around her opening, before pulling back and thrusting three fingers inside her.

"Ichigo!"

"Mmm, Rukia, you're so wet."

Rukia blushed and Ichigo removed his fingers from her after thrusting a few times and licked them whilst making eye contact with her. She thought his actions were incredibly hot.

"Ichigo, I want you inside me." Rukia whispered lustily.

Ichigo's lidded eyes showed her how much he wanted the same. He moved so he was above her and rubbed on her nub of nerves with his throbbing penis.

"Ichigo –"

Ichigo thrust inside of her, and she cried out. It was less painful than she expected, but it still hurt. Ichigo waited for her. She quickly became adjusted, and gave her future husband the go ahead.

It wasn't long before he was thrusting inside of her, deeply. He dipped his head down and licked and kissed her beautiful breasts. He loved how they looked when her nipples were hard.

Soon, the pair reached their climax, and came together, panting, sweaty, but completely at peace with themselves, each other, and the world around them.

"That… was amazing." Rukia panted.

"Uh-huh." Ichigo nodded in agreement.