His eyes flew open, and I bit my lip, anticipating the expression of terror and revulsion that was customary to virgin boys forced to deal with overtly sexual women. I half expected him to jump up, kicking screaming and furiously asking me what the fuck I was doing on his bed. But he simply stretched, his lithe body escaping the blankets, chest outlined in the moonlight. He wasn't as undeveloped as I had first thought.
"Rukia," he said softly, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. He didn't look mad.
Before he could speak again, I got under the covers, curling up against him. His body tensed, heart pounding. I slid my arm across his stomach, flat and hard, willing him to relax. At length, he wrapped his own arm around me, roughly and protectively, like he did everything else.
For minutes, I did not dare move. His heartbeat, although still quite fast, calmed down to a steadier rhythm. His skin, initially cold with nervousness, began regaining its warmth. Sometimes, his hand would rub my arm – unconsciously, I think. I traced my fingers down his midriff, to the thin patch of bare skin between his shirt and boxers. He expelled a shuddering breath at my touch, but did not try to move away.
Encouraged, I let my nail slip under his waistband. The elastic stretched, allowing me the contact with his sweaty flesh. I traveled lower, Ichigo's hand squeezing my bicep painfully. He exhaled; it sounded like a whisper of my name.
I kissed his breastbone reassuringly, his heart fluttering beneath my lips. He let go of my arm and grabbed my neck instead. My hair spilling over his fingers, I lifted up my head, kissing my way from his collarbone to his mouth. His lips were parted and dry, and I met them slowly, probing gingerly with my tongue. Uncertainly, he took my face in his hands and brought me closer, and I reciprocated, temporarily letting go of his private parts.
He opened his mouth into mine, breathing into me, stabbing a pang of desire into my chest. I moaned silently, moving my left leg over him, straddling him. His tongue entered my mouth; there was no technique in his kiss, no experience, but like with his shinigami work, he was a quick learner, and impressive at what he did.
It was with definite regret that I left his mouth, but in order for things to progress, I could not just keep on kissing him for hours. Trailing my fingers down his torso, I reached his hardening cock, and helped it out the hole of his boxers.