WARNING: This chapter is filled with ADULT themes, where it earns its M rating.

I debated for a long while (and by that I mean about 3 minutes) if I should post this chapter here, and then decided you all have been waiting for a good ICHIHIME moment and I am nothing if not a people pleaser.

Though please be warned that this is practically a fanfiction within my own fanfiction, and is NOT canon to my actual Golden Thorns story (yet at least)

Never the less, I hope you can enjoy

I do not own Bleach or any of its characters.

The room was illuminated only by candlelight, no windows to let in any of the moon's wispy light. It smelt of aging wood and yellow paged books. Ichigo leaned over the table across from me, his fingers tracing the map with purpose.

And while I should be concentrating on my own recon, I couldn't keep my eyes from tracing the wide berth of his shoulders as the muscles hitched with his small movement. I felt awake in my skin, nearly vibrating with a new found need.

Ichigo spoke, unaware of the course of my thoughts, "We should be able to make the trip in just a few days. It will be uncomfortable but maybe 2 to 3 days at most if we limit our stops," He reached up to rub his hand over his cheek which had grown stubbled, my stomach tightened as he absent mindedly traced the line of his jaw.

His eyes remained on the map before him even as I circled around to his side of the table, "The path seems wide enough to warrant a carriage, so maybe we can shorten it further. We can move faster without so much stress on the horses."

I watched his hands move over the map as he spoke, and I remembered how rough they felt over the plane of my stomach, as they spread my thighs. "How many horses would we need?"

Ichigo went still at the clear breathlessness of my voice. He slowly peered over at me, eyes assessing. I tried to appear still, normal, but the fluttering of my stomach made my breath hitch in my chest. And under the weight of his attention, I felt even more ablaze.

I set my hand on his forearm, feeling over the wicked strength of it. I watched my fingers as they slid down to his wrist, then back up again. I felt his eyes watching me, and I glanced up into them.

His throat bobbed, "You seem distracted."

I didn't stop the movement of my fingers, "Do I?"

He nodded, gaze back to watching my fingers dance on his skin as they moved to slide between his own fingers, "You do,"

I moved his hand from the map, and stepped into the space between his body and the table before placing his palm over the curve of my hip. I glanced up at him, my hands finding a new purpose as they traced up his chest. "Perhaps you're right,"

Ichigo was watching me so carefully, his grip on my hip tightening before sliding further down my thigh. The length of his fingers wrapping around to brush the curve of my backside. "What can I do to help your concentration?" His touch became more firm, his other hand joining in as he gripped me with purpose, pulling me flush to him with a taunting squeeze.

My legs shook with anticipation, as I fought to continue our dance when all I wanted was to become clay in his hands.

His nose skimmed the side of my neck, raising goosebumps, his hot breath tickling. My mouth fell open, all pretense of words gone. "Tell me what you want, Princess. Tell me what that pretty mind of yours can't stop thinking about," His teeth pulled my earlobe into his mouth and the sound that escaped my throat was primal.

The smile I felt against my skin was what brought words to my lips, "You really want to know?" I whispered into his shoulder. I felt him nod, his mouth opening to run his tongue against where my pulse hammered.

I brushed my lips against where his shoulder met his neck, leaning back until they were pressed against his ear, "I was thinking of how I want you to take me against this table." he shuddered against me, "I was remembering your head between my legs," I pushed at his chest and he stood tall, his eyes glowing in the candlelight. I removed my hands from him, and he watched as they moved to the laces of my pants. "I don't want you to be gentle." I push my pants down my legs until they pool on the ground and I kick out of them, his hands waste no time in resuming their needing of my backside, and the texture of his calluses make me groan.

Ichigo looks like a man on the brink of losing control. Good.

"I want to still feel you between my legs long after we are done here. I want to be reminded with every step I take that I am yours and yours alone."

I turned in his arms, and bend myself over the table.

"Holy fuck," he breathed. His hands hold firm to my hips, as I feel him press himself against my bare center. The roughness of his pants has me gripping the ledge of the table above my head.

I push myself back against him, growing more desperate for his touch.

His hands leave me for the barest of moments before I hear the clinking of his belt unbuckling. "You want it rough, Princess?" I whimper in response, as I feel the tip of him rub the length of my core. His hand gathers my hair around his fist before it settles around my neck, keeping me flush to the table. "I'll fuck you until you're ruined for any other man but me,"

With that he slammed into me, his hand on my waist the only thing keeping my legs from buckling. He filled me to the brink, before withdrawing slowly and tauntingly, then slamming back into the hilt.

My teeth sank into my lower lip to keep myself from crying out. Somehow remembering that all that stood between us and the rest of the camp was an unlocked door and a few stairs. I would kill anyone who interrupted us.

Ichigo pulled out again, but this time he only pushed in an inch before withdrawing. Again. Again.

I whimpered, my fingers gripping so tightly to the table I was surprised it hadn't splintered. I tried to push myself against him, to force more of him into me, but his vice grip on my hip doesn't allow me to go very far.

"Ichigo," I say, my voice more of a whisper than the growl I intended.

I feel his chest brush against my back before his lips are against the shell of my ear. "Is this not enough for you?"

"More," I demanded, just shy of begging.

There's a throbbing where we are connected, and I'm unsure if it is from him or from me. His hand loosens slightly, and then pulls me toward him so he sinks deeper into me. His groan rumbled in his chest. "Take it then,"

I need no further encouragement. I throw my hips back as he straightens. I move myself up and down his length until I can hardly breathe. He pulled at my hair until my throat was bared and release tingled at the base of my spine but it wasn't enough. I needed him unhinged, I needed him unmade.

I find the strength to open my eyes to glance back at him. His gaze on where we are joined, as he enters me again and again. His expression one of concentration. The hand not in my hair, moves to grip my ass and I feel myself tighten against him.

His mouth drops slightly open, "Fuck," his hips give an almost unconscious thrust, and my stomach flutters again, this time with undeniable thrill. He does it again, "Look at you, so hot and wet around me." This time when he thrusts forward, it's with intent. And I nearly screamed with relief. "You're so damn tight. Do you like it best this way? Bent over like the vixen you are?"

I moan passed my teeth, "Yes,"

His hand at my throat is gone and then his thumb is drawing my lip out from between my teeth, "Don't hold back. Let everyone hear how well I fuck you."

And then he proves it. Both hands on my hips, Ichigo turns merciless. I couldn't move, couldn't think, or breathe. All I could do was take. And I did as I was told, allowing every inescapable sound to rip its way out of my throat.

His teeth sunk into my shoulder, hard enough to bruise and I was unleashed. My legs shook as I fell head first into climax, Ichigo groaned into my skin, a string of curses on his tongue. His next few thrusts erratic and uncontrolled before I felt his hot release filling me.

I was shaking, adrenaline and bliss turning my skin buzzing.

Ichigo stayed hunched over me for a moment, his own breath fanning over my cheek. As he caught his breath, his hands turned gentle. Soothing my quivering legs with even strokes. Then he was standing at full height, and I gasped as he pulled himself out of me. I felt instantly empty. My body clenching and unclenching in response to his absence and I felt the evidence of his enjoyment slide down my legs.

Then his mouth skimmed over my cheek. I lazily turned my head to meet his kiss, stealing what's left of his breath.

"I was not expecting that," He chuckled when we parted.

I still couldn't move, my arms still laid above my head, legs still spread for him. I tried to respond, to tell him I would never be able to look at a map the same ever again, but all that came out was a soft whimper.

Ichigo pressed a kiss to my neck, the sound of him buckling his belt drowning out my shallow breathing. "I want you to remember this moment, Princess. The next time a pretty diplomat asks you for a dance, or remarks on your beauty, remember how you feel with my cum inside you. Remember that your body will never forget me."

I found my voice at last, soft as it was, "You know there will never be anyone but you."

I watched as his mouth opened, then there was a bang just beyond the library door and his head snapped towards it. Then he looked back at me, still bent over the table, no doubt swollen and pink.

He grunted, as if he was ready to go again while I couldn't even calm my shaking legs. "As much as I love seeing you all messed up over me, I think I'd have to skin any other man alive if he saw you like this." He pressed a tender kiss to the back of my neck, "Take your time getting up, I'll make sure no one comes near here."

Then, with one final squeeze of my raised backside, he marched towards the door, tucking his shirt into his pants. I was about to sit up when he paused with his hand on the knob, "There will never be anyone else for me, either."

He didn't give me the chance to respond before he was closing the door behind him.

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Okay so hear me out! I couldn't NOT write them this way.

You can arrest me for unnecessary smut if you must! I will plead guilty