Author's Note: It would be the very first that I would be attempting a sex scene in this story so I will put a warning in each and every sex scene that I find it detailed, such that readers who are not used to seeing those scenes can simply scroll down. Other than that, enjoy the chapter! :3

Ichirukitrash4ever - For now, Rukia is safe. :3 Desperation doesn't mean that she would fall for Ichigo first. :3 I would kill myself before placing poor Rukia in such a position. D: Minute development, huh...? This chapter you will be reading now, I am very nervous on your reaction actually. I struggled with this Chapter a lot, I still am unsure about this Chapter but I hope you will like it... :3

reesen555 - Looking at your review makes me feel that the desired effect succeeded and I am glad for that. :3 You simply cannot believe the nerves that is spreading throughout my body as I post this Chapter. I want to gain your opinion on this Chapter though. :3 I actually have a lot to say but I will wait for your reaction before saying anything though. :3

Guest - Yeah, that's basically what we can do, hoping that there's light at the end of the tunnel for them, isn't it? :3 Hm... I understand where their viewpoint is though. It might have been a little harsh on Ichigo but like what you said, every action has a consequence. :3 I think you will understand this Chapter more than I do because when I wrote this, I was constantly second-guessing whether this was right but I finally decided: Screw it. Let this happen. It's due time. Yet, I was afraid that it would have ruined Ichigo's growth development as well. D: It's a hard road for Ichigo though, it's an uphill battle for him. He doesn't know Rukia like we do but I cannot deny, it had always hit me from the start that why doesn't Ichigo doesn't get to know Rukia before calling her a gold-digging slut but when I started writing, my muse took me to jerk Ichigo. D: Though, I cannot thank my Muse enough. :3

Disclaimer: I neither own Bleach nor its characters. :3

What the fuck was that? Ichigo's eyes were open now, even though his mind was currently screaming at him to go back to sleep. He looked beside him, where there was always one woman or another but found that there was nobody beside him today. He tried to rack his brain for a time and day but Ichigo hadn't even remembered what he did last night and he had a fucking killer headache. Noticing his phone across his room on the coffee table, he shrugged it off considering that it was a lot further than he was willing to walk to have answers. He needed to think. Was yesterday the art show that Rukia had organized? Nope, that was Thursday, Ichigo had remembered clearly. As if on cue, the memories of last night caught up with him.

Last night, Ichigo hadn't left the office till late. When he did though, he went right to the bar that he had met Ichimaru at for happy hour a few weeks back. He thought he would drop by, have a couple of drinks and see whether if that bartender he was interested in fucking was working. Needing something to ease the banality of the late-afternoon board meeting, Ichigo had cracked open his office bourbon yesterday. Reaching the bar with stomach fully loaded, Ichigo had to steady himself on the handrail down the stairs inside. Walking right up to the bar, Ichigo placed his hands on the counter and stood up straight. He had recognized the bartender instantly. The bartender he had left his card with, the bartender with the innocent-and-shy look. Ichigo stared at her, causing the bartender to stare back at him, smiling. "Kurosaki-San."

"I came to find you." Ichigo had known one thing when he was talking to women and that was to be direct. They had always liked it and it had always gotten him where he wanted faster.

"You did?" She asked, eyelashes fluttering. "I was hoping you would come by to take your card back but I guess your assistant took it for you."

"Ikkaku." Ichigo nodded his head. "He cleans up after my messes."

"You don't look all that messy to me." She said, playing with the necklace in her cleavage. Yeah, it was too easy. Asking what time her shift was ending, she had told Ichigo she would have had to check her schedule but it was in her back office and had invited Ichigo to come look with her. By the time they had taken a few shots and worn their clothes back on, Ichigo have had enough whiskey in him to impress any woman in the Universe.

A thud sound snapped Ichigo out of his memories and a tick formed. What was that? Not caring that he was in his boxer briefs he had slept in, he padded out of the hallway and once again, heard a 'Thud'. There was nobody there, though. His fucking mind was playing tricks on him was the first thing Ichigo had thought. Stomping over to the counter, that's when he saw her. Crouching down, her back to him, her hands working a mile a minute under the cupboard below the sink. But, Ichigo hadn't noticed that at first. What he had noticed first was the undersized white T-shirt that she had worn that barely covered her ass. Her legs were completely exposed, all the way up to her thighs. Ichigo hadn't understood what was happening, he knew he was supposed to hate her, the woman not 3 feet away from him, Rukia Tachibana. For some reason, Ichigo couldn't look away from her, not when she was dressed like that. Mentally chiding himself that he wasn't some 12-year-old who couldn't control his hormonal issues when meeting an attractive woman and he was supposed to hate this said woman, damnit, he cleared his throat. Rukia, hearing the sound, turned her head to see who was there and her wide eyes locked on Ichigo's. it was the very first time that Ichigo had noticed her eyes color which were violet and she had eyes that were big and soft, like a child's. The rest of her features were just as delicate, from the slight curve of her nose down to the rosy pout of her mouth, it was like Rukia's face had been drawn on or something. Ichigo had seen his share of beautiful woman but for one so innocent, that was a first. Rukia bit her lips. "I apologize, have I disturbed you?"

Ichigo had wanted to say Yes but something had came over him at that moment. Instead of telling her the truth, he had an urge to quell her worry. "Not at all, I just came out to get coffee and... What are you doing?"

"Oh, I can put a fresh pot on for you." Rukia stood up. "Momo's husband just landed so she went to meet him." None of the words Rukia had said travelled to Ichigo's mind because she had fucking stood up. The shirt, while short as she was crouching, now barely covered her pelvic region. Ichigo seriously couldn't tell whether Rukia hadn't know or hadn't cared.

"T-That's okay..." This was seriously testing his temptations out of proportions but wasn't he supposed to hate Rukia? Why was he thinking of doing unimaginable things to her out of all people? Rukia was already moving, putting the filter into the coffee machine and scooping some coffee on top. If Rukia had caught the stuttering on Ichigo's tone, she hadn't commented on it. "I know you have that fancy espresso machine but I don't know how to use it, so I hope you don't mind just normal coffee."

Ichigo watched as Rukia moved, the T-shirt coming dangerously close to showing Ichigo more than a little preview of what was underneath. Rukia then turned her head over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow, before Ichigo had realized that she was waiting for him to respond. "That's great. Fine. Great." Okay, what was happening to him? Ichigo fucking Kurosaki doesn't trip over his words. "What were you doing... Down there...?"

"Oh. The garburator was just a little clogged. Momo was going to call the plumber but he always takes a few days to reach. Thus, I offered to help."

"You know how to fix the garburator?"

She simply bit her lip and shrugged. "It's not that difficult." Reaching for the cupboard above her head where all the mugs were stored on the second shelf, Ichigo had raced over and grabbed the mugs himself but in his haste to keep her private areas... Private, he had neglected to consider the aspect of personal space. Ichigo was right up behind her, his hands in the cupboard, reaching for a mug. Surprised by Ichigo's movements, Rukia turned back to Ichigo and backed right into Ichigo. Her barely clothed body, the one with the curves that Ichigo could have seen quite clearly, was pressed up against him and Ichigo could feel himself going hard instantly which was strange knowing that he had never gotten so hard so easily, especially with such limited contact. Probably knowing the mistake she had unintentionally made, Rukia lowered her head and bit her lips. "I'm sorry." She backed herself into the counter but that hadn't helped things at all, considering that Ichigo now had a full front view of her. He could see her nipples through the T-shirt and could make out the white lace thing she was wearing underneath. Rukia bit her lips once more and Ichigo lowered his mug to the counter without removing his eyes off her.

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Rukia bringing her hand up to her neck and scratching it, bringing the T-shirt up an inch more had caused Ichigo to snap and lower his lips to hers. Ichigo grabbed her face and kissed her, the most gentle and heated kiss he have had for a while and he could sense that Rukia was into it as well. Rukia's arms were wrapped around Ichigo's but Ichigo had felt the urge to be closer to Rukia. He held Rukia closer to him and lifted her up, her legs currently wrapping around his waist. Warmth radiated from Rukia's hips all the way to Ichigo's groin. She was rocking around, gyrating and Ichigo thought he would have lost it right there. Yeah, the way he was acting was as if he was some 12-year-old whom had no control over his hormonal issues when meeting an attractive woman. But, even if that was so, he wouldn't have cared right there and then. Pushing Rukia onto the counter, Ichigo spread her legs and felt his way down. Starting at her lips and allowing Rukia to kiss his pointer finger, letting her take it into his mouth. She sucked at his pointer finger, staring at Ichigo and Ichigo swore. Something about those innocence in the eyes and something about those lips. Fuck. Ichigo began trailing his hands down, over her neck and onto her breasts. Touching her nipples through the thin fabric, he heard a moan escaping Rukia's lips. "That feels... Nice." There was something virtuous about the way Rukia had said it, like she was genuinely surprised it would feel good. Massaging her breasts more intensely, Ichigo then bent his face down and sucked on her nipple through the shirt. Hearing Rukia moan again made Ichigo's mind go haywire and he was ready to take her right there. But, Ichigo had thought that she needed more, or rather, deserved more. Not knowing where the thought had came from, he sucked on her other nipple and pulled her T-shirt up. It exposed the top of her thigh, then her panties. Last but not least, her flat tummy. Kissing up her chest then lifting the shirt off her breasts, he kissed them too. Pulling the T-shrt all the way off and watching as her hair fell back down after, he gazed at her naked except for the lace and his urgency simply skyrocketed out of nowhere. Rukia reached out, touching his bare chest, making Ichigo notice that he was as naked as she was. With him in his boxer briefs, Rukia would have been able to tell if he was turned on or not this whole time. Soon enough, they were kissing again, Ichigo playing with the hem of her thong. Slipping a finger over her, Rukia moaned louder in response and this moan had only fuelled Ichigo to rub faster and in circles, until Rukia's eyes had squeezed shut and a gasp was heard. "Oh... Oh my gosh... Oh my go--" Rukia squealed and her whole body shook, her eyes opening as she bit her lips. "I have never felt... Like that before..."

"You haven't?" Ichigo asked, kissing her neck.

"Not that... Intense." It made Ichigo go crazy, knowing that he was the first to give her that sort of feeling. Before he could continue, he felt Rukia's hand on his groin, moving up and down the length of him. Ichigo had struggled to control himself, he really had but seeing her and feeling her, it was becoming too much. Lifting her off the counter while kissing deeply as he crouched down to the floor, he sat down with her straddling him. Rukia leaned over and kissed Ichigo with Ichigo grabbing her ass but to Ichigo, it wasn't enough. Pulling himself out of his briefs and sliding Rukia's panties to the side, he was already inside Rukia and thrusting, Rukia meeting each thrust with a move of her own, making the friction more intense than the usual girls he would have fucked. Rukia was moaning and Ichigo couldn't stop watching her -- The way her body wriggled, the way she was touching her own breasts and her own hips -- Ichigo wanted that sight to last forever, etched in his mind. Rukia came down to Ichigo, her hands holding Ichigo's face as as she moved her hips up and down repeatedly. "This feels... So good..." Her voice was raspy. A few moments later, with both of their movements speeding up and his urgency reaching new heights, they had screamed out each other's name and finished. Ichigo couldn't even remember the last time he had finished like that.

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The same fucking thud caused Ichigo's eyes to jerk wide open. Surprisingly, Ichigo was back in his bed and back in his room. Wait, why was he here...? He looked around, confused, before seeing her beside him. The bartender, the one from the bar he had went to last night was looking at him, her hand trailing down his tummy. Ichigo pushed her off him, knowing if her fingers had travelled further... He didn't even want to think about it. "What's that?" She was asking about the sound from before but for some reasons, the voice of this woman's now annoyed Ichigo.

"Can you go check?"

She shrugged and nodded, getting out of bed. But, even with her black panties and bra, with her perfect figure and innocent look, she wasn't the one on Ichigo's mind right now and Ichigo felt like slapping himself. He had a dream not about the girl who ruined his heart but about Rukia Tachibana, the wife he had fucking hated and he fucking had morning wood?! How was this possible? Sighing, he watched as the bartender opened the door and called out. "Hello?"

Ichigo heard footsteps before hearing Momo's voice. "I apologize, Miss, I am making food."

"What time is it, Momo?" Ichigo shouted from where he was.

"10.30am, Kurosaki-sama."

Ichigo sighed as the bartender closed the door and came back to bed, climbing over Ichigo while gazing down at Ichigo as well. "I'm ready for some more fun." Right now, Ichigo wasn't thinking of the bartender, his focus couldn't have been more further away.

The bartender was still on her knees, peering down at Ichigo in her lingerie when he hears the sound of the elevator. "Who the fuck is that?"

"The maid will get it, won't she?" She placed a hand on Ichigo's chest, causing Ichigo to scowl.

He was still thinking about the dream that he had, the one where he was engaged in an intimate and passionate, long-lasting sex scene with his wife. The wife that he had hated, apparently. "ICHIGO! RUKIA!"

Recognizing the voice, Ichigo cursed his situation. It was Isshin's voice, just in the hall, outside his bedroom where he was currently sharing a bed with a mostly-naked bartender while his wife, Rukia, slept in a totally different room from his. Instantly jumping out of bed and scrambling to put on the closest pair of jeans he could find, he said to the bartender. "You need to go."

"Are you... Are you serious...?"

Ichigo nodded his head, his tone harsh. "Now."

"KIDS, IT'S TOO NICE A DAY DOR YOU TO SLEEP SO LONG!"

He was still outside by the sounds of it and Ichigo sighed in relief mentally before throwing a T-shirt on and finding the bartender's dress, tossing it to her. "Come on, let's go." Ichigo was trying to think of a way of getting Rukia into his room for appearences' sake when Ichigo saw his phone on his nightstand light up.

Isshin's here

I know, I hear him

He's gonna know we sleep apart. He can't know that.

I know. I'm trying to think.

There's a girl with you, isn't there?

I have to hide her. Where's Isshin?

He should still be by the elevator. If he goes to the kitchen, you can sneak her out.

But, how do we get him there? We need to get him to focus on something other than us.

Momo is here, she can help.

I'm thinking.

I can hear him pacing.

I KNOW. Still thinking.

He can't see the girl, Ichigo.

Ichigo was thinking of a way to answer that text when a he heard a knock on his door. Shit. There was no time for any planning. "One minute, old man!" He shouted, racking his brain for a way out. It was at that moment when he had heard Momo's voice, though.

"Kurosaki-sama, I come with towel." Running to the door and just opening a crack for Ichigo to see Momo's face and take the towel, Momo whispered. "Rukia-San has an idea. Make yourself look sick, very sick, Kurosaki-sama and go to her room. I will take care of the girl for you." She gazed past Ichigo as she said that, gazing as the bartender tried to zip herself back into last night's dress. No other solution currently entering his mind, he nodded his head and took the towel. Before Ichigo closed the door, Momo whispered once more. "Kurosaki-sama, your performance have to be exaggerated or else Isshin-sama will not follow you." Shaking his head mentally, he couldn't believe what the world was coming to nowadays. Here he was, having a massive killer fucking headache and he was taking advice from Momo. Closing the door and padding into his en suite bathroom, Ichigo splashed hot water onto his face and rubbed his eyes until they were red. After that, he had used both hands to mess up his hair, slapping his face a few times for special effects of turning his cheeks pink. Sliding off the jeans that he had worn, he found a pair of old sweatpants in his closet and stretched the collar of his T-short to the point that it had looked haggard. Taking a glance of himself in the mirror, he nodded his head.

Walking back in the bedroom, the bartender looked up, shock covering her features. "What happened to you?" Well, that was exactly the effect he was going for anyway. He had to convince Isshin and at the same time, the bartender wouldn't feel so bad about getting kicked out.

"I'm sick." Handing her purse back to the bartender, he sighed. "Okay, here's what is gonna happen. You would need to be as stealthy as a fucking spy -- "

The bartender was confused. "What? Why?"

Ichigo sighed. "Well, I'm married but you already knew that so let's save the dramatics." Her eyes widened as if it was the first time of her getting hold of this information. Ichigo hadn't liked being cruel to girls that don't deserve it but honestly, the lines had been blurring so much lately that he hadn't cared. The bartender willingly slept with a married man so in Ichigo's mind, she couldn't have been too innocent anyway. "I am going to run to the living room and Momo is going to put you in the elevator. You keep your head down until you are on the street outside. Clear? Do you want me to repeat that?" She had looked like she was going to cry but no matter whether she was innocent or not, Ichigo doesn't have the time for tears right now. Therefore, he took her hand and gazed at her. "I had fun with you. You are a great girl. Now, I need you to help me out. Can you do that?"

The bartender gazed at the ground before gazing back at Ichigo. Staring at her, Ichigo knew the bartender had a hot figure, but after that dream, he hadn't felt anything for the bartender anymore, miraculously and he hadn't had time to ponder why before Isshin had barged in. "Okay..."

"Good girl." Ichigo smiled and kissed her cheek. "Until next time then." Ichigo then pulled the door open, letting out a massive cough and setting the plan into motion.

The second Rukia had heard Ichigo coughing, she opened the door to her bedroom. This was going to have to be the performance of a lifetime. The whole reason she had suggested that plan to Ichigo was simply because she hadn't wanted to do anything to hurt Isshin and if Isshin knew about their living situations, about Ichigo bringing different women home every night to warm his bed, he would definitely be hurt. With her mind made up, she ran outside. "Ichigo! I'm coming!" Ichigo's face looked terrible, his face sweaty and red. The raggedy clothes that Ichigo was wearing was a good touch, though. Another cough snapped Rukia out of her thoughts.

"I don't..." A cough. "...Know what's happening."

"It's okay." Rukia took his hands in hers and pulled Ichigo closer to her room. "You are gonna be okay."

"Oh dear." Isshin said as he followed both of them back to Rukia's room. Isshin's eyes were observing Rukia's every move as he asked. "Can I do anything?"

"That's okay, I will just grab the cough syrup -- " Rukia had began saying but a cough interrupted her next words as Rukia cradled Ichigo in her arms, rubbing his arms as she did so. Rukia was used to taking care of Shuuhei when he had gotten sick so she was easily immersed into the role of taking care of somebody. Besides, at this moment, Ichigo hadn't seemed like Ichigo, just a boy who needed her help. He coughed again. "Ichigo, I'm just going to run into my bathroom and grab the -- "

"Nonsense." Isshin waved Rukia off. "I will get it. Tell me which drawer."

"It's in the medicine cabinet!" Rukia shouted to Isshin as both of them gazed at each other, heaving a mental sigh of relief.

Isshin was almost in her bathroom when Rukia saw Momo sprinting into Ichigo' bedroom, no doubt guiding the poor girl into the elevator. Hearing the faint sounds of the elevator doors opening and closing, Isshin came out of the bathroom a few seconds later. "Bulls-eye!" He exclaimed and Rukia couldn't help but smile. All 3 of them moved to the living area and after the performance that both Rukia and Ichigo had just pulled off, Rukia noted that Ichigo hadn't seemed so hostile as before. Well, there were these weird looks that lingered but Rukia simply shrugged it off. "The reason I came..." Isshin began, sitting in a leather armchair across from them on the couch. "...Is to give both of you a dollop of good news." Isshin gazed at Rukia, still in her pajamas to a splotchy-skinned Ichigo and chuckled. "You both look like you could use it."

Rukia gazed at Ichigo before smiling at Isshin. "I apologize that you came on such a rough morning, Isshin. Ichigo had asked me to sleep in the guest room such that I wouldn't have caught his virus."

Ichigo gazed at Rukia, as if searching for something but soon turned to face Isshin. "Didn't want her getting sick on account of me."

Isshin had hearts in his eyes. "My lovebirds~" His tone grew serious at the next second. "Okay, here's the deal. Ichigo, you know about the gala Wednesday."

Ichigo simply nodded. "I will be better by then."

"Of course you will! Rukia, you will be joining us too."

Ichigo's head shot up, as if surprised by the turn of events. "What? I thought it was just the both of us, old man."

"It originally was. But then Okazaki-San, I'm sure you remember him, he decided to bring his wife along. The rest of the boys followed suit. So, it turned out to be more of a social table than a business table. So, Rukia, you will be coming along, if that's okay with you..."

It took a few moments for Rukia to respond, oblivious to the stares that Ichigo was giving her. "Of... Course..."

Isshin beamed. "Wonderful. It's this Wednesday. Ichigo will give you all the details, I'm sure he's just dying to show you off." Isshin stood up, clapping his hands together once more. "I will go now."

Walking over to him, Rukia embraced Isshin. "Thank You for coming by."

"You are gonna love it. Paris in the winter. There's nothing more romantic."

Wait. Hold the horses. Hold the fucking horses. Paris?! Isshin hadn't mentioned this earlier, had he? Rukia gazed at Ichigo for some kind of a response but Ichigo was simply staring at the ground, not responding. Knowing Ichigo was of no help, Rukia turned to Isshin. "Paris...?"

"Ichigo didn't tell you? That is where the gala is held, my dear."

Allowing Momo to escort Isshin to the elevator and as the doors closed, Rukia gazed at Ichigo, still in shock. Paris... But... "Ichigo... We are going to Paris...?"

"Why didn't you say no?" Immediately after she had asked him whether they were going to Paris, Ichigo had asked, or rather, yelled.

Gazing at Ichigo who looked mad, Rukia was even more confused. Hadn't they just used teamwork to convince Isshin that they were indeed in love? She had thought that they would be civil in the very least but... Not more than 5 seconds after Isshin leaving, Ichigo had yelled at her once more. It was the Ichigo that she was most accustomed to seeing, the Ichigo that filled her with nerves, the Ichigo that had made her sworn to herself that she would not allow a tear to drop in front of this Ichigo Kurosaki. "You wanted me to say no?"

"Why would I want you to say Yes?!" Ichigo stood up now, cowering over Rukia before sighing and taking a deep breath. "This was supposed to be a business trip. To sign a very important deal. And, after the deal that you ruined, you and your friend, I really need this deal to go through."

Rukia gazed at Ichigo. What was he saying? Toshiro hadn't ruined anything. Ichigo even appeared at the art gallery with her and Toshiro to dismiss the unease of Ichimaru's. Ichigo's words hadn't made any sense to Rukia and she couldn't make head or tails of what he was saying. But, for some reasons, she had felt like she owed an apology to Ichigo, out of all people. "I'm sorry..."

Her tone was soft but Ichigo heard it nonetheless. "You are sorry?!"

With that, the defiance came back to Rukia as she gazed back defiantly at Ichigo. "Was this my idea, Kurosaki? I didn't even know we were going to Paris until Isshin mentioned it would be romantic! I have stuff to do on Thursday, an interview, that I would probably have to cancel because of this trip!" When Rukia had reached out to the company, the company hadn't heard of either Rukia Tachibana or Aizen Sosuke. She was excited for the interview originally, for the chance to make herself useful to a company that was doing great things. But, of course, she would have to cancel the interview for fucking Kurosakis'. This kind of things had been recurring too often for Rukia's sake and she was more than pissed. Worst still, it was as if everybody in the Kurosakis' were taking her for granted, the things that she sacrificed for the Kurosakis' going unnoticed just like that. Yeah, she was beyond pissed. Not unnoticed, or rather, screamed at, like what Ichigo fucking Kurosaki was doing right now.

"Oh, you poor soul! You won't be able to go to an interview! I won't be able to nail a multi-million-dollar-rebranding partnership because Ichimaru hates you! Because he knows you are a cheating little gold-digger! That's why I need this Paris deal to go through for ALL THE SHIT YOU HAVE RUINED!" Tears were swimming within Rukia's eyes as insults after insults began coming Rukia's way. But, none of those said tears fell as Ichigo kept his tone level-headed as he muttered. "You have the audacity to complain about getting invited. You should be fucking grateful."

Author's Note: *Nerves skyrocketing* Let's see the responses of this Chapter. :3