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AN: This took forever! Sorry. Thanks though for all of you following/favoriting. And the reviews are great! Thank you!
This is long- that's what happens when you hold onto something for so long- playing w/ it until it's almost too much… Hmm… Kinda is to be honest- ah well- hope you all like it!
There are varying points of view- while not in first person- it would seem that individuals dominate different scenes.
The first is Rukia, the second is the maid Tae, and then (when it gets pervy) we switch to Ichigo, rounding it out with the final viewpoint from both canon characters.
Rated: M for SC- no actual sex though. And Ichigo can't do anything without cursing so- language.
Summary: As a servant in the Kuchiki house one should never eavesdrop on the sweet heiress- even if she is in a room by herself with that ryoka boy. But what's this? That wily pervert has somehow coerced the beautiful ojou-sama into acts of debauchery? The shinigami-daiko will give "foxy" a whole new meaning!
Word Count: 5,925
Satiate
Kitsune and Ojou-sama
One-Shot
888
"Why is my life- I mean-seriously… This can't be- kuso!"
Ichigo Kurosaki was mad.
If one could not tell by the flushed color of his face or the sputtering of his words one might come to this conclusion upon noting the agitated twitching of his… tail?
His short companion, keeping pace despite his stomping stride, sighed. Her arms were folded resolutely over her chest.
She blatantly ignored the gawking stares of the understandably curious citizens.
Without a hint of sympathy she rolled her navy eyes toward the young man, "I told you not to practice kido with Renji."
Fuzzy ears a darker orange than his hair swiveled back against his head in chagrin as he shot her a glare, "You kept ignoring me! Besides, what the hell? Why are there spells like this in the first place?"
And how the hell did Renji get ahold of incantations of that level? Rukia inwardly pondered with a frown.
She glanced again at her friend and tried not to giggle at the way he was marching- clearly unpracticed in maintaining balance with the likes of a swishing tail. His hips tended to wiggle- switch a bit with every step.
Rukia tried not to dwell on how this movement called attention to how cute his backside was- even in the somewhat shapeless (and now ripped) black hakama. Blushing she quickly focused on the road ahead. She refused to be mesmerized by the bushy white and auburn fluff that flowed luxuriously down from the small of his back.
Clearing her head with a slight shake she lifted her chin, staring into the distance.
This incident- albeit either a cruel prank or a spell gone horribly wrong due to Renji's ineptitude- could still be considered a lesson to the young man.
"Demon magic such as that, Ichigo is only meant for experienced users. Shapeshifting is a rare talent- inherent in some cases. I really don't even see how that idiot could have pulled it off." Her tone grew musing, her gaze pensive.
Baring unusually pointed canines Ichigo snarled in response, "Yeah well he fucking did! And when I get ahold of him he's gonna get it!"
To this Rukia simply rolled her eyes- it wasn't the first time the shinigami-daiko had a vendetta against the Sixth Division's Lieutenant- however lame the threats. A helpless smile pulled at her lips as she pictured the two grappling like grade schoolers, yelling silly insults at one another. They really were just a couple of knuckleheads.
Always posturing. She gave a chuckle- which was Ichigo's first clue that she wasn't paying attention to his righteous indignation (angry ranting).
"Oi!" The boy yelled, stopping in his tracks, "How the hell am I supposed to go home like this?"
His face was red now, he was huffing audibly and his now furry triangular ears perking up past his wild hair were stiff and somewhat frizzy. His fists were shaking and his long silky tail was sticking straight out, bristled it caught the sunlight and seemed to glow like the sunset.
'Kawaii' was on the tip of Rukia's tongue, her amethyst eyes dazzled by the sight of him.
Even his patented scowl was working on her in a way it never had before.
She had never found the grouchy young man 'adorable' before, but at the moment all she wanted to do was gush and clamp onto those surely soft kitsune ears atop his head.
Ichigo's infuriated look however, was slowly deflating, those 'adorable' ears drooping bit by bit as he found himself the recipient of a never-seen-before look courtesy of his best friend. He blinked several times, bewildered by the glimmering aspect to Rukia's indigo orbs.
And why were her hands clawing at the air- her fingers flexing back and forth before her as she stared up at him with an almost- hungry gaze…?
"Um- ugh- Rukia…" He started in an uneasy tone.
But the lovely eyes unclouded, a rosy hue appeared and disappeared on her cheeks and her spine became ramrod straight as her hands flew to her sides. She closed her eyes, nose in the air as she turned her face away, scoffing, "Of course you're not going home, idiot."
"I'm not?" One ear cocked back slightly.
Her eyes darted in his direction to cast a withering look on him, "No. You'll stay here until we can undo the kido."
It was then he realized they had stopped in front of the Kuchiki Estate.
As Rukia struck out confidently through the gates Ichigo hesitated, but soon gave a frustrated growl and followed.
The guards at the gates had bowed to the heiress as she passed and she had offered a quick smile and nod, but a frown soon pasted itself on her face.
"The library," She said, "Has some good books on kido. There are some rare volumes in our collection that might help… And of course Nii-sama is the most adept kido user I know so-,"
A yelp echoed in the courtyard and Rukia found herself drawn back by Ichigo's arm around her collar.
"Ichigo-," She started in angry protest.
"Hell no," He cut her off, "There's no fucking way I'm letting Byakuya see me like this, Rukia!"
While she remained in his grasp she put her hands on her hips, ignoring the rumbling growls at her back. "Beggars can hardly be choosers, Ichigo!" She reprimanded him. But when she heard, what was probably a helpless, whine from the young man's throat she sighed.
Patting at the forearm resting above her chest she soothed, "I will do what I can on my own for now. We'll figure this out, ne?"
The arm pulled her tighter into a firm chest and she couldn't help but allow a small smile. Still, she grew warm and rosy when she felt him nuzzle the back of her head, his nose in her hair.
"Thanks Rukia."
Tae had been at the manor for a little less than six months. Once a poor resident- like any in the Rukon, she had been more than willing to throw herself into work at the estate. When Rukia-ojou-sama had come across her she'd been selling rather sorry-looking radishes in the Fourth District. She still wasn't sure why, but Rukia-ojou-sama had offered her a position out of the kindness of her heart and she had been enamored ever since.
To Tae, the lady of the house, was the most beautiful and talented noblewoman- the kindest and most gracious. In all honesty she idolized Ojou-sama- she could do no wrong…
But then there was that boy… He was a different matter. She had her doubts about him… She didn't like the attention he paid to her mistress; his visits were scattered, but she couldn't help but eye him with suspicion whenever he came around.
He was a scoundrel- was the bright hair not proof of it? And what was with that frown-y face all the time? Kuchiki-sama only just tolerate his presence- this in itself was a sure sign the boy was unworthy.
The moment she had seen a flash of orange out of the corner of her eye Tae had abandoned her dusting and found herself in hot pursuit of the two that were hurriedly heading toward Ojou-sama's rooms.
Unease prickled at her chest. It was against a dozen rules and unspoken/implied regulations for a young woman of noble standing to be alone in a room with an unrelated male. And this male- he was as uncouth as they came.
Tae would prove it.
There was a small storage closet next to Rukia-ojou-sama's rooms and it was this space Tae ducked into after seeing her mistress and the troublesome boy disappear through the doors of the mistress' chamber.
An hour passed.
Rukia-ojou-sama left her rooms twice to travel to the library, returning with several books only to closet herself inside her room once more.
Tae kept her ear near the wall of the storage room the whole time. But except for the boy grumbling, her mistress' scolding him, and the sound of books and paper, there were no telltale signs that something untoward might be happening. The young maid, slumped against the wall, began to drift to sleep when…
…
"Um… Don't take this the wrong way, Ichigo… I mean it's just that this opportunity might not come again and I… Well I don't have much experience with… Well… May I… May I… touch it?"
"…"
"N-nevermind, forget I-,"
"No! Ughh… I was surprised- I didn't know what to say. It's weird- right? But we're- ugh friends- so I guess… Um… Go ahead."
"Really?"
"Yeah, yeah… If it means you'll quit staring at it. Jeez." The boy feigned a gruff reply, though there was nervous quality to his voice.
A deep breath, "Okay then- I'm going to… I'm going to touch it now…"
A shrill yip resounded.
"Rukia! What the hell- don't stroke it like that!"
"Oh! Right- sorry… Like this- right?"
"… You- ugh- don't have to be so gentle."
There was silence and then…
"Ow! Fuck! Not so rough!"
"Sorry- it's hard to determine the right amount of pressure! It's bulky!" Came Rukia's defensive reply. She then muttered too quietly to hear, "Can't tell where the fluff stops and the actual bone is."
"Treat it like it's all bone, alright? It's tough- hard- but it could still break." He grumped, trying to feign indifference to the whole ordeal. "And don't pull so much!" He added.
She growled, "Then why don't you show me how to do it?"
Ichigo growled back and it was a deep… animal sound.
A minute passed and then Rukia breathed out, "Ohhhh…"
The boy grunted, "Yeah… like that."
Tae could swear she heard each wavering breath that passed the shinigami-daiko's lips. Her knuckles were impossibly pale as they gripped her yukata.
"You… you like this?" Rukia's innocent voice queried with uncertainty.
"Mmm… ugh… y-yeah…" The boy's voice was strained now. "But… ugh… could you-," He groaned then and Tae felt a sharp stab in her chest as the boy uttered, "Yeah… there… right there."
Ojou-sama's giggle seemed to echo and she teased, "It feels that good, huh?"
A moan resounded as an affirmation.
"Um… Ichigo… could I… maybe also…"
"Aa…go on, just-," The young man's response was a little too eager.
"Be gentle- I know…"
There was a shuffling sound followed by-
The lady's animated squeal and the young man's delighted exclamation:
"Oh god… that's-!"
"They're perfect!" The mistress gushed, "They're softer than I imagined!"
Was the boy panting now? "Yeah, yeah- use your nails."
"Like this?"
"Mm, Rukia… that's… that's… great."
Another giggle, "I love them! I just want to nibble on them!"
It was apparent at this point Ojou-sama was utterly without restraint. All the rotten boy's influence of course.
The boy was crying out, "Oi-not- agh- shit- that actually feels- really fucking good!"
"Of course it does!" She returned with an air of affront to her tone. "Now lay down- this angle is awkward."
At this point Tae nearly swallowed her tongue, and the strangled sound she let escape was loud to her ears. She slapped a hand to her mouth too late.
"Oi- did you hear something?"
Tae held her breath.
A pause and then, "No. Quit being so paranoid!"
"But- ahhh- Rukia! Where do you think you're sitting?!"
"What? This is okay, isn't it? Besides… it means I can do- this!"
Laughter burst from the boy's mouth and Tae heard several thuds vibrate the floorboards. This continued for a time, the laughter peppered by weak protests until…
There was a gasp, a louder thud, and Ichigo snapped, "I'm not a dog, damnit!"
Ojou-sama snorted, but stayed stubbornly quiet after his outburst.
"Look… You can't just- take control like that- especially like that- I- I'm a guy you know." His exasperated voice grew low until his last words were spoken in petulant mutters.
After a moment the girl repented brusquely, "I apologize… I didn't mean to… make you uncomfortable. I rarely have an opportunity to- indulge- like that- I…"
The young man cleared his throat as awkward silence fell, "Well… it's not like I didn't like it- um- but can we- ugh- maybe focus on the books?"
"Oh… Yes. Of course."
Tae dared to breathe, both relief and exhaustion dragging her shoulders down. Nervous tension quickly overtook her limbs however and she bit hard at her lip.
What would she tell Kuchiki-sama? She had to report this. He had to know how that nasty boy was corrupting Ojou-sama's very nature! A shaky breath welled up in her throat and tears pricked at her eyes now.
Oh this is terrible! Ojou-sama!
Bravely Tae swallowed back her grief and squared her shoulders. She still had a duty to ensure that nothing further transpired. She would not let her lady sully her honor any further! And so she would keep her vigil.
The maid settled in again, easily ignoring when the old steward walked by mumbling about her shirking her responsibilities and even overlooking her growling stomach at one point.
The hours slipped by with nothing remarkable happening to make note of. Tae was somewhat mollified. But she felt infinitely better when she heard the scuttling footsteps of a pair of maids whispering fervently about the master's return.
Tae practically leapt to her feet and threw open the shoji.
She had every intention of informing the Kuchiki Noble of the untoward happenings- her feet carrying her like a righteous wind down the hall.
However, her good intentions were derailed when she was wrangled by one of the under-stewards- one of the scary under-stewards- who grabbed her by the ear scolding her in no uncertain terms about her slothful behavior. Whimpering her excuses and attempting to explain the desperate situation however, did her no good.
Tae was thoroughly reprimanded and spent the rest of the evening scrubbing the kitchens on hands and knees, all the while crying over her mistress' lost virtue.
Meanwhile, Ichigo was polishing off his third plate of food- ignoring the rice he'd devoured nearly three whole fish and at least two pheasants. Kuchiki faire was always above average, but his senses were on overload and it all tasted particularly delicious. The seasonings were just subtle enough not to overwhelm him and he had picked the bones clean.
Now lying back on a tatami mat his hand behind his head, he ran his tongue over his teeth lazily. Rukia had gone to dine with her brother, leaving him in her room. Of course, she'd promised to sneak him some food later, but he'd been famished. With his grasp of shunpo it was easy enough to get in and out of the kitchens without interference.
He scowled at the ceiling.
They'd spent maybe an hour pouring over books- well Rukia had. The kido books read like bio-molecular research- at least to Ichigo's mind. He'd mostly snorted and growled and complained... Well… until she'd (practically) jumped him.
She'd been giving him strange glances every now and again. She thought he didn't notice, but it was pretty hard not to- the looks made his tail twitch nervously.
Finally, watching as Self-Possessed, Tough-as-nails Rukia, put aside a book, blushing and tugging anxiously at her fingers, he'd come to the conclusion that something was… off (or more like on- like a switch).
'Um… Don't take this the wrong way, Ichigo… I mean it's just that this opportunity might not come again and I… Well I don't have much experience with… Well… May I… May I… touch it?'
He'd been floored- utterly speechless. His heart was in his throat and his brain was on the verge of short-circuiting as he tried to grasp the idea of her… She wanted to touch "it"?!
When he realized where she was pointing with her delicate finger his overactive imagination ground to a halt.
'N-nevermind, forget I-,'
What she'd asked seemed harmless enough- at least infinitely less invasive than what he'd imagined. Finally he'd stuttered a reply.
'No! Ughh… I was surprised- I didn't know what to say. It's weird- right? But we're- ugh friends- so I guess… Um… Go ahead.' He'd attempted to sound nonchalant, blasé about it- Rukia had always been the curious- though reserved type.
That had been the beginning of one of the most awkward and confusing afternoons of his life.
Rukia had stroked his tail. The wrong way at first, but once she had been corrected… Wow.
And then she had rubbed his ears- even getting those extra sensitive spots behind them. Her fingers were magic.
At one point she had even nibbled on those sensitive peaks. Her hot breath, breezing over the fur and into his hair… Shudder.
And if that had not been enough she had tackled him and started scratching his belly which was both satisfying and tickly.
But it was too much. Not only was warmth and a bubbly sort of happiness pooling in his stomach, her attentions were starting to cause other reactions- embarrassing ones. Especially when between laughs and wiggling in delight she slipped down from straddling his waist to-
At that point to avoid any further embarrassment (letting her pet him should have been mortifying enough), he'd tossed her off of him barking harshly, 'I'm not a dog, damnit!'
He'd made his excuses after the outburst, but the damage had been done.
The rest of the afternoon she'd avoided his gaze and then finally she mumbled something about dinner and scurried off- and now here he was- trying not to let every detail of the last few hours circle his brain like a slideshow.
He lifted a lip, incidentally revealing one fanged canine that now seemed to dominate one side of his mouth.
His eyes fell closed, blocking out the last of the fading sunlight and the sight of the ceiling above him. Perhaps a little nap was in order.
…
He woke a little disoriented (from dreams that involved chasing fluffy bunnies and then gobbling them up).
He woke feeling like he was staring out of eyes not his own. His heartbeat was loud- and yes- his, but the feeling of being in his body- well that was different.
Why did he suddenly realize how long his arms were- his legs? Why did his clawed hand languidly slide down his chest, feeling the indent of toned muscle beneath his shihakusho? He yawned and he was aware of the strength of his jaw and how fine and cut the bones of his face were.
There was a smile on his face and it wasn't merely content or happy, but… sexy? His tongue flicked out to lick along his fangs- oh-so-indulgently.
The shoji slid open and Rukia stepped in. He knew her sweet scent; his mouth watered.
The smile quirked deviously and he watched, eyes aglow as the girl turned into the room, a tray in hand.
"I grabbed what I could when Nii-sama left. Not much, but you have no room to complain considering-,"
Rukia gaped. Ichigo's lips drew further upward.
His chest was bare now; he'd stripped himself of the upper half of his uniform. Propped up on his side one hand idly trailing his abs, his eyes grew dark as he studied her reaction.
Finally Rukia peeled her gaze from his chest and cocked a brow at him, "Ichigo- is everything okay?"
"Mmmhm," He purred, "I feel… very good." He flicked his tail once before letting it drape over his thigh.
Slowly the female Shinigami placed the tray down as she kneeled, all the while eyeing the boy lounging in a decidedly seductive pose.
Rukia's eyes went wide and she shook her head and darted her gaze away. Seductive? She inwardly scoffed. That's ridiculous. This idiot blushes at the mention of chest bindings.
She cleared her throat, glancing at him from beneath her lashes, "Um… Is there a reason you're… half out of your uniform?"
He did not hesitate to reply, "I'm hot." There was an edge- a bite to his voice as he admitted this and the woman felt a shiver start to course her spine. She forestalled it- biting her lower lip quite hard.
She was starting to feel rather warm herself. What the hell is going on? Her throat clicked as she swallowed.
With a cough Rukia squirmed slightly before her spine grew straight. She pushed at the tray, "Were you going to eat?"
Ichigo's searing gaze finally fell from her to scan the offering, before sliding back to her, "I am hungry."
The atmosphere was suddenly so thick one might chew it. The two souls stared at one another and a couple of things became very clear in only the space of a few seconds.
One: The boy was hungry- but it wasn't for food.
Two: The lieutenant was feeling the heat and it was spreading everywhere.
Teeth flashed and clothing blurred. The tray was knocked aside and Rukia found herself on her back with Ichigo crouching over her on his hands and the balls of his feet.
It had grown dim, lanterns had been lit around the residence, a golden glow falling beyond Rukia's rooms, yet unlit.
Still, despite the shadows that curtained the room, the Shinigami-daiko turned fox-hybrid's expression was clear enough.
"Ichigo…" Rukia breathed out and was stunned into silence by how needy her voice sounded. Something was seriously wrong with her!
Is this about earlier? Did I cross a line and give you the impression…? Her magenta eyes grew even rounder as she realized she had not spoken the words aloud. She couldn't, nothing but panted breath and the softest of whimpers were making it past her lips now.
Where the hell was Ichigo's hand going?
His eyes were darker than dark, expressing every dirty thought in his head as he untucked and unfolded the uniform about her body.
Every move was slow; she could stop him if she were inclined, but she was instead drowning in anticipation.
It was as though the air were perfumed with pheromones. And everything was hot! So hot.
What was it- something about the ears- or the tail- maybe it was the sight of that golden skin, already dewed with sweat…
She groaned as the layers were tossed aside. She could swear she could hear her skin sizzle when his hand caressed her stomach.
His face was growing closer to hers and his long devilish tongue hung from his mouth. She sucked in a breath as the tip traced her lips. As she exhaled it was into his mouth.
Her hands settled on his shoulders and started to push, only to pull as he plundered her cavern with amorous intensity.
She felt the slight prick of his claws at her scalp as one hand dug into her hair, the other hand lost between them seeking, tumbling over her skin, lower and lower. Her back was arching as her own fingers dug greedily into his upper arms, anxious for the pressure of his body against hers.
His lips were a little chapped but they melded to hers perfectly and she could feel a hint of his fangs.
Ichigo rolled his hips and his as-of-yet clothed erection bulging in his hakama brushed sweetly against her Chappy skivvies.
Only underwear left… Shouldn't she be appalled?
Before she knew it she was cupping the significant warmth in his pants, her hand gliding over the cloth as though it were skin. He thrust into her hand with a growl and she gripped him tight.
Rukia looked up to see him baring his teeth; he was grinding rhythmically into her palm now.
Her face was blazing now. Being so forward was odd and she wasn't quite sure what was prompting it. Her inhibitions had been decidedly on the shallow side ever since she set foot in the room again.
The atmosphere was steeped in longing, in electricity charged by all the emotion and things one just couldn't say.
Things she couldn't say- and had a hard time admitting - even to herself.
And now, Ichigo- beautiful- but usually ridiculously prude- Ichigo was on top of her. And her hand was on his crotch.
With an effort Rukia banished her flighty thoughts, allowing sensation to dominate. Ichigo was rather well endowed…
"Ichigo." She whispered, not realizing how lust-filled her eyes were as she trained them on his face. His eyes were half-lidded and his cute ears were twisted back against his head. Rukia smiled, stroking him up and down over the fabric.
Kami, he's cute!
She probably had no idea how sensual her smile was. Or how prettily she blushed.
The fox-boy liked it all.
Without warning his hand dove into her panties, one fingertip circling hard on a point that made her cry out. Her pelvis lifted seeking the delicious friction that was starting to send the tingles to all the nerves in her body.
Her hand clenched tight along his clothed length and he moaned.
She'd tossed her head to the side and he panted against her cheek, "More, Rukia. Give me more…"
With a little whine he nuzzled her ear, continuing to stroke her even as he shifted back to give her better access to his hakama.
Immediately her hand untangled from the fabric and her nails were dragging down his lower abdomen. With little provocation she slid his pants down his hips and couldn't help but trail her hands over his perfect ass. She circled his tail lightly.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth and released it in a low chuckle. Spurred by this her hands slid around him slowly, reaching for his rigid member. Both hands wrapped around him lightly and he writhed. At the same time his finger slid up then down and paused teasing at her entrance.
"Ichi-go!" Rukia flushed at the plaintive quality to her voice, lifting her hips higher, hoping he'd soon plunge his fingers where she needed them most.
"Mmm," The young man was having trouble focusing as her small hands explored up and then down his cock. But he forced himself to open his eyes and look down at her, an apologetic on his face, "Sorry… I can't really… my claws…" He pulled his hand from her slippery center, waving his fingers.
The claws tipping his fingers seemed a translucent gleam in what little light was cast into the room. Her cheeks grew even hotter when she saw the glistening wetness on his middle finger.
Rukia didn't pause in her stroking, her hands moving almost unconsciously over his hardness, feeling each silken vein, pulsing with warmth. With a thumb she circled the head which earned her a grunt.
"It's- it's okay." She managed to mumble, licking her lips nervously, "I- um- I'm not hurting you am I?"
A slow smile took over his face as his hand dropped down to gently knead her breast, "Not at all." His lips twisted slightly however and her pace slowed.
His eyes like melted butterscotch, looked down at her with remorse, "I- want this to be… good for you too." His hand wandered back down, but she caught his wrist.
Her eyes were big- twin moons of cerulean color, her face innocent even as she confessed, "Really… It's alright. Being able to touch you… I mean- you letting me touch you… I want it like this." With her fingernail she flicked at the head of him again and his eyes rolled back.
"Mmm, yeah," He panted and then looked back down at her with a half scowl, "Just don't complain later."
She met his look with a saucy one of her own, smirking, "Who's complaining? I have all the control." As if to demonstrate this she squeezed him tight with both hands and began to rub up and down in a vigorous pattern.
Her smirk grew as the boy bit his lip, tossing his head back again, a deep groan drawn from the very pit of his stomach vibrating in the air.
Who wouldn't love such an eager reaction? The feeling of power rippled along her skin and Rukia felt a surge of pure satisfaction.
Bold in her new-found role, she angled his cock downward. Her panties were already askew- she would have soaked right through them anyway.
When she slid the tip of Ichigo's erection against her weeping core he cursed and dipped down to ravish her mouth.
As she spread her liquid desire down his length, coating it, he lapped at her tongue and caressed her lips with his own.
Every other breath that rushed against her face was the exhalation of her name. But soon even his one word mantra was drowned out by his heaving breaths. The sound of his excitement was an incredible turn-on and the female Shinigami rubbed her thighs together, finding herself short of breath as well.
She kept even pressure on him despite how fast her hands were working now.
The drumming beat centered between her thighs seemed to keep time with her heart. She squeezed the muscles of her pelvic floor only to release them and squeeze again.
In her mind she could feel him, the delicious feeling building was all due to him being inside her. She mewled, her imagination introducing a wealth of sexy scenarios that had her on overdrive.
Then she sat up just enough to blow a breath between her lips to tickle against his cockhead; she was not prepared for his subsequent release.
A gasp flew past her lips as warm sperm began to dribble from her chin. She looked down in awe to see the thick white ejaculate trailing her chest and belly.
Meanwhile, Ichigo was trying to catch his breath. His arms shivered and his claws were imbedded in the floor on either side of his partner's shoulders.
When he finally looked down his eyes grew wide and his already ruddy face became even brighter. Still- he grinned and a laugh tumbled out of his mouth before he could caution himself.
Rukia blinked several times before she exclaimed, "Proud of yourself are you?"
She watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed his face falling before his lips twitched into a smirk once more.
"Kinda, yeah." He gave a half-hearted shrug.
The lopsided smile on his face was both infuriating and impossibly attractive at the same time. Rukia huffed, dropping her head back against the floor as she turned her gaze aside. Her teeth gripped at her bottom lip to forestall a smile. A giggle died in her throat, however, when the young man's hand traced her jaw.
She turned her head to stare up at him, the gentle expression on his face making her heart stutter.
"Sorry." He said quietly as he wiped at the evidence of his orgasm. There was a tinge of embarrassment on his face, but mostly there was a simple maturity to his countenance. He didn't look like a man with regrets and it was then that Rukia realized that there were no triangular ears atop his head.
"What?" He paused, frowning.
She pushed herself up with her hands and he drew back on his heels to allow her the room.
"You're- you're back to normal!"
Ichigo's hands jumped to the top of his head and glided through the orange mop unimpeded. "Huh… Guess the kido wore off?"
Rukia was scanning him from head to toe in a clinical sort of way and he grimaced.
Suddenly her eyes met his and she began to blindly search for her top. The boy turned his head and cleared his throat, one hand idly rubbing at the back of his neck.
Soon enough the dark room was alive with the rustling of clothing and the scrambling of movement.
Finally they both grew still and the silence between them grew ominous.
With a sigh Ichigo broke the unnerving quiet, "Rukia… this has seriously been the weirdest day." He heard her take a breath to retort, but quickly amended, "But still one of the best…" It was so dark now that he couldn't quite make out her features, but he could just see her turn toward him.
"It's true," The daiko continued readjusting his hakama about his waist, "I guess maybe… despite how weird it is to feel instinctually drawn to someone- in the most primal way- it was just- well fated?" He exhaled gustily again and scratched behind his very human ear.
Rukia took an audible breath- trying not to look in the direction of the young man whose warmth and scent she could still feel pressed into her skin.
"I'm not sure what you… mean…" She blushed in the darkness.
When he chuckled she shivered. "Come on, Rukia… I've never looked at you as any girl. And hell knowing you all of this time has only made me more aware of that…" His voice dropped to a mumble then, "And hormones and all…"
When no reply was forthcoming he sought her out. She felt his heat at her back and she dug her fingers into the fabric she'd yet to settle fully into place.
As his arms crossed over her chest and his chin dropped to rest on her head she heard him murmur, "I like you."
Rukia was helpless against the smile that curled her lips- even though she felt the slightest bit bashful about the fluttery wings in her belly. Ugh- could I be any more of a girl? She inwardly scoffed.
Ichigo's lips pressed to the top her head then and she heard him inhale.
There was a smile in his voice as he commented, "Oi… Since I don't have claws anymore…" His hands were suddenly planted on her hips and sliding across her thighs. "I can return the favor." He whispered huskily.
For a moment she hesitated and then she gave a light shrug. She tried to sound nonchalant, but she was sure she just betrayed her eagerness, "I guess… Why not? We have a couple hours at least until Nii-sama comes by to wish me goodnight." Ichigo snorted at this, but then fell quiet again.
After a moment he spun her to face him and even though she couldn't see them she knew his eyes were pools of honeyed lust.
"But…" Rukia's voice rang out firmly and Ichigo's hands flinched against her hips.
She licked her lips, "Let's… go slow- alright? Touching… um… is enough for now. I really don't want to rush… things."
"Yeah, yeah… sure- you got it." Ichigo's voice sounded strained. She took a small step and she could feel his reason for the strangled quality.
She laughed, he growled, and soon their clothing was strewn about the room once more.
Ichigo's lips found hers- kissing her deeply before his mouth trailed down to the hollow of her throat.
She whined appreciatively, allowing him to lick and bite at her skin as he eased her to the floor with more thought this time.
Lying back on her futon, Rukia reached up to hold the boy's face between her hands halting him.
"I like you too."
"Even without the ears?" He quipped playfully. He buried his head in her neck.
"Mm… mostly." She replied breathlessly.
Ichigo mouthed her collarbone, but this did not keep him from frowning. He lifted a brow and between nibbles questioned, "You like me better as a kitsune?"
With a frustrated little breath Rukia dug her nails into one of his ass cheeks, "I like you better when your mouth is busy- not talking!"
The boy grinned in the dark, "I can manage that."
AN: So there's that. I will probably be working on the conclusion to "Among the Lemon Tree's Thorns" for the next installment.
Gratitude one and all!
Take care.
Sin