Title: In the Closet

Author: The Fat Lady

Rating: M

Summary: Ichigo and Rukia partake in some extracurricular activities…

Disclaimer: not mine...but oh how I wish!

A/N: So Surprise! I've decided to make this not so much into a story, but a series of random one-shots that can stand alone or be read with the others. I hope you guys enjoy, and please Review.

WARNING! I tried to catch all the mistakes, but I'm not perfect. This fic isn't betaed, so if you're a grammar/spelling fanatic…read at your own risk!

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Rukia walked down the empty hallway. Her eyes should have been focused straight ahead, but they were scanning the numerous notes in her hands. It was 4th period; lunch was only half an hour away. With no class to attend to (since she was an office aid this period), Rukia took her sweet time walking down the hall toward the first year math classes.

Suddenly, as she walked past the storage closet, a long arm reached out and picked Rukia up around the waist, shuffling her into the closet before she could let out an undignified squeak.

One moment she was walking down the hall, the next, her very tall and eager boyfriend had her pressed up against the far wall with his tongue down her throat. Rukia only struggled for a moment (more on principle since she couldn't have him thinking that she was too easy), but soon wrapped her slender arms around his neck, pulling his body all the more closer.

"hmmm…Rukia flavored girlfriend…" Ichigo's hands were on the side of her face, his breath slightly haggard as he leaned his forehead against her own.

"Aren't you supposed to be in study hall right now? This room looks nothing like the library's first floor. And I better be your only flavored girlfriend unless you want to keep your limbs intact. " Rukia pointedly told Ichigo, knowing full well that he had snuck out right after Nanao-san, the new student teacher, had taken roll.

Ichigo smirked down a Rukia, an idea forming in his head. "Kyouraku-sensei was passed out on his desk again. There was no point reviewing for anything if the damn instructor is out cold. As for you being my only flavored girlfriend, that's quite true. However, you know I already promised my little cousin Yachiru my hand in marriage."

Any response Rukia might have made was cut off when Ichigo claimed her lips with his. He lifted her very small body up against the wall so that her never-ending legs wrapped themselves around his midsection. By Ichigo's estimation, there was at least twenty minuets left before lunch started and they had to meet their friends on the roof. 'Just enough time for a quickie and a trip to the bathroom to clean ourselves up.'

Slipping his hand underneath her short grey uniform skirt, Ichigo moved her panties aside. He slipped two of his fingers inside, making sure that she was ready for him.

Rukia gasped, her mouth separated from his as she head rolled back against the wall. "More Ichigo!" Rukia rocked her hips against his expert fingers. They had been each other's first, but had spent a year exploring each other's bodies before they first made love.

"You're so wet Rukia…God, so beautiful," he panted as he thrusts his fingers into her. Rukia's tiny hands were already at his pants, desperately trying to slide down the zipper and remove his straining cock. When it was free from the confines of his boxers and grey slacks, Rukia guided him to her entrance, urging him inside her.

"Yes…" she hissed when he thrust himself fully inside. Rukia's muscles clamped down on Ichigo, trying each time he thrust to pull him back in.

"God yes," he panted, bringing his mouth back down to Rukia's, lest they both make more noise than the small storage closet could contain.

The knot in her lower stomach coiled tighter as Rukia reached closer and closer to her climax. "Harder Ichigo, please! So close…" Rukia squeeze her eyes shut tightly, her breathing was labored, her legs closed tighter around Ichigo's waist, and she could faintly taste the metallic texture of blood as she bit down on Ichigo's lip to muffle her screams.

Ichigo took one hand away her from supporting her thigh and brought it in-between their bodies. He slipped it under her skirt and searched for the bundle of nerves that would make her cum.

As her muscles spasmed around him, signaling Ichigo that Rukia had climaxed (along with her nails digging themselves into his uniform jacket). Ichigo released his seeds into Rukia, pumping his hips one, two, three times before he slumped against Rukia's pliant form.

Gently letting her go, steadying her body as her legs came in contact with the ground, Ichigo moved a sweat soaked strand of hair out of her face. He rubbed smooth circles along her cheekbone, the action speaking louder than words 'I love you. You're beautiful. How did I get so fucking lucky?'

Rukia covered one of his hands with one of her own, gently aligning their fingers before squeezing softly. 'You're an idiot. I love you too. Sometimes I wish you were shorter so I didn't have to strain so much.' It was their secret routine; done when they couldn't find any words to describe how they were feeling.

Ichigo laughed gently, his voice still a little husky. "Almost time for lunch. We should go clean up. Ishida and Inoue will know for sure if we meet on the roof like this." Ichigo was referring to the fact that Rukia's lips were looking very well kissed. Her cheeks were flush and her usually well coifed hair was anything but. Of course, he was one to talk. His uniform jacket was wrinkled from wear Rukia had bunched it together. His short hair was wilder than usual; the inside of his lower lip was still bleeding a little from where his midget she-demon had bitten him. 'Oh well, it was worth it.'

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Five minuets later, Ichigo stuck his head out of the closet. "Alright, you go out first. There's no one around." Rukia stuck her head out also, but due to her height, she barely reached her boyfriend's shoulder.

Giving him a quick kiss on the lips, Rukia walked out into the hallway. Thinking that Ichigo's self-satisfied smirk was just a little too much for her to handle right now. Grinning, she turned around to face him. Swinging her hips a little as she walked up to him, Rukia reached up and played with his collar. "By the way Ichigo, I forgot to tell you. Nii-sama wants you over for dinner tomorrow night." Walking away just as Ichigo's smirk turned into a very shocked/horrified scowl, Rukia mentally patted herself on the back as she made her way to the girl's washroom.

Behind her, Ichigo came to his senses after his girlfriend had turned the corner. Closing the closet door and sliding his body down, Ichigo banged his head against the door repeatedly.

Dinner with the Kuchiki siblings…together, at one large, depressing table.

Shit.