A/N: So after I posted my last chapter, I got REALLY excited because I received great responses from you ladies (and men too, maybe). However, I kinda laughed to myself because most of the reviews were just like, "LEMON!?" Reminded me of that dog from "Up" who was just always shouting, "Squirrel!?"
Haha, I'm not calling you guys dogs. Ya'll are just funny though. It just made me think to myself, "Did I really make this story that angsty that you guys would get worked up over a kiss?" I'm so sorry for making you all miserable hehe. I'm just a sucker for drama!
Anyway, since you all were so enthusiastic, here is the next chapter. Will it be a lemon? I don't know. You'll have to read to find out :)
"Body Heat"
Rukia panted after Ichigo pulled away from the kiss. Her chest heaved upward and down, but her heart never slowed for a second. She'd never seen this side - this serious side - of Ichigo before. It was like he was telling her that his feelings for her weren't a lie by showing it to her. Ichigo was trying so hard to help her realize what she felt too... "We shouldn't do this, not here," Rukia said, turning away in embarrassment. How could she face his piercing gaze?
Ichigo grabbed a fistful of the pillow, upset. What did he have to do to make Rukia look at him? It was so frustrating. He leaned his head at the hollow of her neck, closing his eyes while trying to calm down. "Am I just wasting my time with you, Rukia?" he asked in a hushed voice. Before Rukia could answer, he asked, "Does Renji still have a hold on your heart?"
Rukia's eyes were bewildered at Ichigo's question. Her tongue knotted and her teeth clenched together. How could he ask a thing, she thought? Renji betrayed her in the worst way and yet Ichigo would assume that Rukia would still like such a guy?
Ichigo sighed, laughing in amusement to hide his hurt. "I knew it-"
Ichigo's face turned to the side as he felt a sharp pain against his cheek. "And what about you?" Rukia asked. "Do those other girls still have a hold on your heart?"
"Huh?" Ichigo stuck his neck forward, "What other girls?"
"Nothing! Nevermind," Rukia crossed her arms, turning the other way.
It was then that a devilish smile made its way to Ichigo's lips. "Are you... jealous?" He quirked a brow, trying to get a glance at Rukia's scowling face. Rukia's teeth grinded against each other when she heard Ichigo snickering to himself. So he was getting full of himself, she thought? Rukia just knew this would happen.
"You are such a child-"
"I'm happy..." Ichigo stated, slumping forward. He saw the surprised look Rukia had. "I guess we're both to blame," he said, chuckling as he scratched the back of his head. "I thought you didn't like me because you thought I was gross for what I did in the past. Plus, I was beginning to think I was just Renji's substitution."
There was a brief silence before Rukia shook her head, sighing. "Boys... they always like to assume these things."
Ichigo eyed her. "And you're better than me?"
"I had my reasons to be cautious. You seemed like a predator always looking for a humping post."
Ichigo choked on his words. Was that the impression Rukia had of him all this time!? And all this time Ichigo thought he was being cool... his pride drained within a matter of seconds. After recovering, though not entirely, Ichigo placed his hands on Rukia's shoulders. "Even after I taught you how to be a real woman... you're still so ignorant."
Rukia's eyes narrowed, "Ignorant?"
"Yes - ignorant of a man's needs!" Ichigo shouted, trying to get through to Rukia. "One would think that after that stunt I pulled before you went on your date with Renji that you would take your time to research about sex to educate yourself. Apparently you did not."
By 'stunt,' Rukia assumed Ichigo meant that time when he practically molested her. "Pfft... whatever."
"I bet you're still a virgin," Ichigo muttered. Then it got real quiet. He gasped a little, "You are?" Then Ichigo died of joy. An untouched girl all to himself? Could it get any better? Yes... He would claim her as his. He would be the first to roam his hands across her petite body, the first to kiss her breasts, the first to be inside her-
Rukia smacked Ichigo upside his head. "What's with that lewd look? Go to sleep already you fool," she tucked herself to bed, turning her back to him. When Ichigo sat still, she threw him a glare that was equivalent to Medusa's glare. "Not going to?"
Ichigo's lips were shut tight. He pulled the sheets across his body, shielding himself from Rukia's view like an insecure girl. The sweat began to build on his face as he was unsure about how he was going to deal with his... problem. Rukia's eyes glazed down to where Ichigo's hands were. There, she saw a distinct bulge between his legs.
"You..." Rukia growled. How could Ichigo be thinking of erotic thoughts when she was belittling him? Was he a masochist? "Do something about... that." She wiggled to the edge of the bed, getting as far away from him as possible without falling off the mattress.
Ichigo's frown deepened, if that was even possible. "If my old man hears me using the shower so late, he's going to be suspicious."
"Then get rid of it some other way. Go... touch yourself over there," Rukia said while pointing to a corner of the room. She treated him like an animal that was infected with rabies. No, she was treating him like a kid that needed to go use the restroom when there was no toilet around. Ichigo eyeballed her, asking her if she was serious or not. "Dead serious."
"You don't have to treat this," Ichigo pointed to his groin, "like it's a beast." Rukia covered her eyes while swallowing her squeal. "Though... women have complimented that I'm like a beast in bed-"
Rukia kicked Ichigo off the bed. "Get. Away." Rukia held feral eyes while hissing at him. Such a look was enough to scare the demons away.
"But I can't just jack off. I need something to look at..." Ichigo sulked, then shuddered when Rukia's aura became more intense. "Can I just look at your face? Nothing else, I promise," he said quickly before she could kill him.
Rukia crossed her arms, looking at the hopeless orange-head. Ichigo was so pitiful. What did girls even see in him, she thought? He was such a child and such a fool. "Fine," Rukia finally said. Ichigo's eyes lit up with surprise. If he had a tail, it'd be wagging right about now. Rukia had a lot of pride. Saying no to such a simple request would make her look cowardly. Besides, if posing for him would hurry and solve the problem, then why not? It's not like she had to do anything hard.
Ichigo sat on the ground beside the mattress while Rukia crossed her legs on top the bed, looking down on him. With his right hand, Ichigo pulled down his boxers; Rukia made sure to keep her eyes up. Her feet was constantly bouncing up and down. She began to feel nervous. How awkward was it having a guy get off on your face? Rukia let out a deep breath, trying to relax. "Could you not glare so much?" Ichigo asked, trying to sound polite. "It makes it hard to do my business. I feel like you might bite off my-"
"Get on with it."
Rukia closed her eyes, suddenly hearing Ichigo's breath becoming shorter. The silent room was accompanied by Ichigo's soft pants and grunts. She couldn't see anything, but her mind began to wander. She was wondering how Ichigo looked like while he was masturbating in front of her. Was he sweating? Was he still frowning? Was his heart racing? Strangely... Rukia found herself doing all those things. The sweat beads began to form on her face and neck, her brows were knit together, and her heart was pounding rapidly against her rib cage.
Why was she feeling so nervous? Or rather... excited? Rukia didn't like this one bit. She was confused at her own feelings. "Ru... kia," Ichigo moaned seductively. Rukia's heart plummeted hearing Ichigo's voice. He sounded so... erotic. There was a sensation building up in Rukia's gut. Her face began heating up. "Open your eyes and look at me," he instructed.
Without even hesitating, Rukia did as she was told. Her own actions surprised her. She thought she wouldn't comply, but she found herself obliging to him like she was under Ichigo's spell. Or perhaps she even secretly wanted to see. When her eyesight focused, she gasped at the sight. Her face became a thousand shades of pink.
Ichigo hunched forward, groping himself. He ran his hand along his manhood, gripping onto it and stroking it quickly. His penis was secreting a white liquid while he groaned in pleasure. The entire time, he was looking at Rukia and only at Rukia. This sight of him... Did she cause this? Rukia found it hard to believe that he became like this because of her. She always felt she had no sex appeal, but seeing him drowning in his own pleasure that resulted from her... Rukia thought otherwise.
"Rukia..." Ichigo spoke breathlessly. "Seeing me like this... do you still doubt that I have feelings for you?" he asked huskily. Rukia couldn't bring herself to speak. She was too stunned.
"Sh... shut up." Rukia turned her face away, too embarrassed to look Ichigo in the eye. "Oi, what do you think you're doing?" she asked, staggering backwards as Ichigo stood up and crawled onto the bed as well.
"Touch me too," Ichigo wheezed. Rukia's eyes bulged as she threatened him to not come any closer. She was terrified as climbed on top of her, naked from waist down. "You like me too, don't you?" he asked.
What was Rukia supposed to say? Ichigo was practically blackmailing her. "I-I can't do something so lewd..." Her throat began to dry. "It's strange," Rukia murmured. Her body shook with fright; she wasn't sure what to do in this situation.
"What's strange? Sex is a beautiful thing," Ichigo smirked.
"I don't want to hear that from you!" Rukia shouted in a low voice, careful to not disturb Ichigo's sleeping family. It'd be bad if they were caught like this. Rukia's violet eyes flashed red when she felt Ichigo push against her. She could feel his erection against her stomach, "Ichigo-"
"Rukia..."
Rukia froze. The way Ichigo looked at her with his yearning caramel eyes while saying her name like he was desperately trying to get a grasp of her existence... Had he always been this captivating? Without warning, he grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand towards his groin. "Ichi..." Rukia gasped, feeling something hot and throbbing beneath her fingertips.
"Wrap your hand around it. Hold it tight, but not too much. Move your hand up and down," Ichigo explained. The hair on Rukia's neck stood straight up; she couldn't believe she would do such a thing... It was okay, she told herself. She dealt with much more complicated things - this was nothing!
Still beneath Ichigo, Rukia began doing as she was told. It didn't take long before Ichigo began grunting and moaning in her ear again. Seeing his reaction made her a little... pleased. She held his cock in her tiny hand; it seemed so huge, she could barely wrap her hand around it. It was moist and really warm...
"Faster..." Ichigo panted, becoming weak to the knees. Her touch on him left a burning sensation - he winced, thrusting his hips forward. "Ah...! I'm coming," he croaked. He bent over, letting out a moan before climaxing. Rukia felt something hot in her hands. She lifted her hand to her face, seeing his semen over her fingertips.
Rukia was stiff, unsure what to do.
"Sorry," Ichigo apologized, grabbing the tissue box that lay on his drawer nearby. He cleaned her fingertips, "Is something... the matter?" he asked. Rukia looked dazed. "Did you want me to return the service-"
"I'm... going to the restroom," Rukia uttered, staggering out of the room.
Ichigo cleaned up his 'mess' before grinning, recalling Rukia's flushed face. "She wants me," he nodded, chuckling to himself. Meanwhile, Rukia was occupied in the bathroom, just sitting on the toilet after she washed her hands. She wasn't disgusted with Ichigo, that wasn't it. She was simply confused.
Rukia wasn't sure what she was feeling. While she was giving Ichigo a handjob, she felt herself getting a little excited but she didn't like that feeling. Why? Because it was something she wasn't used to before. It was like feeling rain for the first time - you're unsure what to think of it. But what scared Rukia the most was that she enjoyed the entire thing. She shivered, feeling unstable. She wanted Ichigo to touch her, to have his hands caressing her body and having his lips touch every curve of her body.
Rukia sat in the bathroom for a good five minutes, letting her own female boner ease out. There was no way she would go up to Ichigo and ask him to relieve her frustrations. No way. She had too much pride for that.
And so the night went on. Ichigo was finally able to sleep. Rukia, however, could not.
A/N: Oh my... I'm going to hell for this. And it's all your guys' fault for making me do this! I couldn't write the lemon, unfortunately. But I DID give you guys a little something something (*wink), so you gotta give me credit for that at least haha!
Anyway, preparing myself for writing this took like four hours. I had to go look at some IchiRuki pictures on Tumblr just to get myself in the mood for writing this. I also went and read some lemons (which I usually don't do) to pump myself up. Yeah. I really did all this.
So you guys BETTER review and say something nice, because I'm over here traumatized like Rukia. Just kidding. She's not traumatized btw. I hope the ending didn't make it sound like that. The ending of this chapter isn't supposed to foreshadow anything ominous, if that's what you're wondering. So don't get worried over that.
Anyway, please review and I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'm not really sure who would though since it was practically about jacking Ichigo off. Sorry about that! I really couldn't bring myself to write a lemon. It's too soon for that, I felt. Well, enjoy the rest of your day. I hope this chapter gave you guys a female boner. If not... then boo! :p
I am never ever going back to read this chapter again. This is the last time I'm ever going to look at it.
