A/N My apologies for being MIA, but I'm back, and full of one-shots to spare. There is like one or two bits of dialogue in here, but I generally wrote this for there to be none. It complemented the story better.

Disclaimer: Bleach owns me. I don't it.

She was holding onto him as though his life depended on it. Her very being was intertwined with his, her leg draped right below his torso. Her head was resting at the crook of his neck, her warm breath tingling his skin. His head rested atop hers, and he sighed as he gently nuzzled his chin against her hair. They were both content, but they both knew what had to happen. She would leave soon, and so would he, right back to their respective partners.

Sometimes they wished they could just end the trysts they had with each other, other times they wished they could end their marriages. It was possible, but they couldn't bear to break another heart. But then again, what was it they were doing now? There would surely be a shitload of controversy and pain, should they be caught. They knew all too well that they were being greedy, yet they could not stop. They kept their loving, wonderful husband and wife images safe from the truth, that dark malicious truth. They were cheaters. It was so utterly wrong to fall in love with your closest friend's wife, and so terribly horrible to steal a childhood friend's Mr. Right. But it happened.

Rukia clung onto Ichigo, never ceasing her grip on his body. That night, they spoke of nothing. They stayed there in a content silence, basking in each other's glow, holding onto the slick bodies of their lovers.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The alarm clock rang loudly, signaling the time for Ichigo to shower and go to work. Before he quietly slipped away, he looked down and gently kissed the woman he loved. It was funny how they were together right now. Two months ago, they'd agreed to stop seeing each other. Ichigo had been called out for a business trip, the same exact date Rukia and her friend Momo Hinamori went for a vacation. They'd met at the airport once, but only exchanged polite greetings. They'd met again at a restaurant, but again paid no mind to it. Finally, they met again at a new bar where Rukia and Ichigo had met Hinamori's friend, Toshiro Hitsugaya. The rest between the two was history. So that left Ichigo and Rukia alone, and they called it fate. With that, they drank and confessions of love and ache flew about, and they could no longer tell who's words were what. Furthermore, all logical thoughts and doubts between what was right and wrong flew out the window. Before they knew it, the orange-haired man and his true love were locked in a heated display of passion once more.

Ichigo went off with his day, daydreams of the beautiful woman in his mind. She brought him lunch, that afternoon, and they figured it was safe to act like a true couple. They knew no one, and no one knew them. It was their safe haven, this new place. Of course, all great things have to come to an end, and soon they could no longer be together with every waking moment of the day, or whenever Ichigo was free of meetings. All great things, had to come to an end.

The tall man boarded the train with his opposite, simply because they wanted to spend a few more hours together. When Karakura town came into view, Ichigo decided to plant the bomb.

"I'm going to divorce her, you know. Soon. When the company settles down, when she settles down. I promise."

"You really don't have to." And the bomb exploded, and so did Ichigo's heart.

"What do you mean? I want to be with you publicly, anywhere and everywhere." Ichigo said with a firm voice.

The doors to the train slid open, and Rukia briskly stood up. Ichigo stayed put, contemplating and collecting his thoughts. She turned around one last time.

"Maybe. Maybe at one point, but not now. Know that I love you, Ichigo. That much remains true." She walked out, in more ways than one.

For three years, he didn't hear from her. Even after his divorce, he heard nothing. It was one frosty December that he received a letter from her that lit his eyes up.

Dear Ichigo,

It's been a couple of years since we've spoken. You've been divorced for two years, I've been divorced for half a year. I figured, if you weren't too mad, maybe you and I could have a get-together, as friends.

Love, Rukia.

P.S. I'll be there for you, I swear it's true. I love you.

A/N So did ya like it? Excuse the poor writing style, I'm quite tired. T.T