Written as a fanfiction for Bleach, Inc. Note that this isn't an RP for Bleach, Inc, but is a fanfic based on the AU world of Bleach, Inc. Come visit us. The real players do it better.
I Forget
When Ise Nanao steps determinedly into his tiny closet-office (no indication of the size of his penis whatsoever) and shuts and locks the door behind her, Kurosaki Ichigo knows what is going on. It is the same thing that has been going on for the past month - sex.
Calmly pulling the nearly-invisible zipper on the side of her skirt down and stepping out of it, she kicked off her shoes, undid the top few buttons on her blouse and calmly removed her glasses and placed them safely on top of one of the tecchie's moniters.
She wouldn't need them for this.
Ichigo briefly thanked the gods once again for forcing him to choose this place for an internship and not that crazy Kanonji guy's office before swivelling in his chair to face her.
"How good to see you, Ise."
"I'm sure, Kurosaki."
He had learnt early on that if he showed anything less than the utmost in work-place civility she wouldn't let him come, so it was better to play it cool, even though she was unbuttoning his pants and pulling his boxers down over his hips.
She straddled him efficiently, and Ichigo swollowed hard, resting his hands on her hips. Having sex with her was a precise affair, and if he screwed up at all, he might loose this chance forever.
With something like a sigh, she lowered herself down, legs wrapped around his waist and mouth chewing hungrily on his own, as if intending to devour him alive. She never made much noise, as if scared that that letcher of a chairman would hear her all the way up however many floors he was and come stomping down to interrupt, and most likely ask to join in.
Ichigo didn't really mind the almost-silence, though, because fuck was the sex ever good.
As if to prove his point, his last name hissed out from between her perfect teeth and her cheek pressed, only slightly sweaty, against his neck. That was the sign that he should get a move on, because she was close to coming.
When she finally did come, at the end of Kurosaki's patience, she spat out his name like a curse, trying extra hard not to remember how Shunsui had kissed her cheek on the way out the door for lunch today.
Neither of them would ever make the mistake of calling out a wrong name during this kind of event. It would just be rude.
Ichigo ignored the fact that his pants and boxers were around his knees as Nanao lifted herself off of him, retrieving her panties and smoothing out her skirt, finally replacing her glasses. He noticed with a smirk that she spent a moment to steady herself against a wall, but soon she was gone, leaving only a few hickeys below the collar (where they would never be seen) and something like satisfaction.
Now, to get back to reading the steamy emails passing between that evil doctor and the equilly scary trainer.