Author's note: Hello everybody! Sorry that I'm not sorry! Here's a new update because, why not?

J for Jealousy

Rukia caught the door quickly as Ichigo flung it back into her face. Rukia scowled as her eyebrows furrowed in irritation. Closing the door quietly as she saw Ichigo in a haste to rip off his shoes, she slipped out of her flats and followed him into the kitchen.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Rukia asked angrily as Ichigo glared at her and turned his back to her as he went into the fridge to go get his supplies so he could make dinner for them. Rukia let out an exasperated sound of annoyance as she threw her hands up in the air and leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Would you please tell me what's your issue, or are you going to continue acting like an insolent child and give me the silent treatment?" Ichigo continued to stay silent as he furiously chopped the tomatoes that would go into their dinner tonight.

Silence enveloped the couple as they stood in the kitchen, Rukia stared at Ichigo. Rukia raked her fingers through her hair.

"Would you please look at me?" Rukia asked as Ichigo slowly settled down the knife and looked at her with an irritated look.

Rukia understood now.

Ichigo looked back to his tomatoes and continued to chop them. Rukia situated herself on top of the kitchen counter, she sat next to the cutting board as Ichigo chopped silently, fuming.

"Honey, he's just a boy. He was asking me for directions." Ichigo stopped slicing and looked up at her.

"Yeah, I bet that's all he was trying to ask for." Ichigo snapped as Rukia shot him an annoyed glare.

"It's true. He just asked for directions you ass." Ichigo set down his knife and moved to stand in between her legs. He moved his face closer to Rukia's and stared right at her.

"I don't buy that." Ichigo hissed as Rukia narrowed her eyes at him.

"He was lost, and I was just trying to help him." Ichigo scoffed as he backed away from her.

"Do you not realize who Ashido hangs out with? Ashido and his friends were betting to see if they could get your number!" Rukia's face contorted into confusion as she clenched her fists. "And then, you gave him, your number!" Rukia stabbed a finger in his chest. Her nail making an indent in the t-shirt he was wearing.

"So?! Who cares? I've given my numbers to boys before." Ichigo threw up his hands and let out a noise of frustration.

"You obviously don't get it!" Rukia arched a brow as she crossed her arms across her chest. Ichigo raked his fingers through his orange spikes and didn't look at Rukia. Rukia stared at Ichigo in anger.

Ichigo heard her start to laugh.

Ichigo's head whipped up to see Rukia laughing as she wiped her eyes with her fingers.

"I get it." Ichigo growled lowly as Rukia pointed a finger at him and laughed loudly. Her beautiful laugh began to soften his irritated expression, but he still remained angry. Rukia stopped laughing and then held a gentle smile on her face.

"Come here." Rukia said softly as she placed her hands on the counter, Ichigo moved closer in between her legs and stared at her. Her hands came up to hold his face and Rukia stared at him.

"Don't be jealous honey; I know what Ashido was doing. I'm not stupid. You don't need to defend me from everything. I'm a big girl." Ichigo turned his face away from her, feeling a little silly that he had been jealous of Ashido when Rukia was clearly only interested in him. Rukia brought his face back so that he was looking at her again.

"I'm your girl, and plus, I don't get to do this to any other person." Rukia leaned in and kissed him. When Ichigo had finally kissed her back, Rukia pulled away and her thumb tenderly rubbed his cheeks.

"Come on, let's go cook dinner." Rukia gestured to the unattended tomatoes; Ichigo looked at the tomatoes, then Rukia, then the tomatoes, and eventually back to Rukia. Moving his hands so they settled on her waist, he leaned in closer to her.

"Screw dinner." Ichigo said as he kissed Rukia harshly. Ichigo heard Rukia laugh as her legs wrapped around his waist and they kissed on the kitchen counter.

As Ichigo and Rukia continued their activities, they couldn't hear the door opening. Feet shuffled as they slipped off their shoes, not noticing the feminine pair of flats, they all let out tired groans as they moved slowly to the kitchen. Shuuhei made his way towards the kitchen, not even caring he forgot to call Ichigo and let him know that they were coming back early than intended. As he walked towards the kitchen, and looked up from his text messages, he dropped his phone, and let out a scream.

The rest of the men came over to check up on Shuuhei.

"What the hell's wrong with you?!" Toshiro shouted as he rubbed his forming migraine. Shuuhei pointed a shaky finger at Ichigo and Rukia, who were currently paused, and in a very inappropriate situation.

Rukia bit her lip as she clung on tighter to Ichigo, trying to hide her bare upper body, looking down; she saw her shirt and bra discarded on the floor, with Ichigo's shirt alongside her's.

"Uhm, hi?" Rukia greeted as she tried not to laugh at all of the mens' dropped jaws, besides Grimmjow's who was standing in the back, smirking.

"I KNEW IT." Uryu shouted as he pointed a finger at them, and Ichigo growled at them.

"Oh shut up Uryu." Ichigo growled as he hoisted Rukia off the counter, and hung onto her tight with an arm as he went down to pick up her clothes.

Once Rukia got her clothes back on, she stood next to Ichigo as Ichigo glared at his roommates.

"Forgot about dinner, did you Kurosaki?" Uryu said as he pointed to the unattended tomatoes, Rukia and Ichigo blushed furiously.

"Shut up Uryu." Ichigo said as he laced his fingers with Rukia's and held it up.

"Yes we're together. Now shut up about it so I can make dinner for us, you idiots." The boys smiled at Rukia and Ichigo and ran to the dinner table.

Ichigo smacked a hand to his face and looked at Rukia.

"Sorry about that, I didn't know they were coming home so soon." Rukia shrugged and took up his hand and kissed it.

"No worries, come on, let's go make that dinner you forgot." Rukia laughed as Ichigo glared at her playfully and they began making dinner again.

Author's note: Aww, I'm so cool for making a chapter like this. Not really though! Thanks for reading! Don't forget to leave a review, and help me pick out a word for L!