Title: Heartburn

Author: The Fat Lady

Rating: M

Summary: Ichigo reaps the benefits of the Kuchiki's family dinner

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

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 focused her attention on her plate, the flakes of salmon were beginning to blend with the steamed vegetables and she hated when that happened. Across from her was Ichigo, who she knew (without even looking) was scowling down at his own plate, wishing the salmon was a certain Nii-sama's head. Her Nii-sama, of course, paid this no attention from the end of the large mahogany table.

Since she had complained about being too small for the formal dining table when she was five, her Nii-sama had had dinner with her around the informal kitchen table. She knew eating here tonight was only to make Ichigo feel small and insignificant. Of course, small and insignificant was the least of what Ichigo felt.

"Rukia, are you not enjoying your meal?" Nii-sama asked as he looked over at Rukia's plate. She had moved the food around a little, making it seem as if she had eaten, but only taking a few actual bites.

"Maybe she would eat if you weren't breathing down her neck Kuchiki" muttered Ichigo low enough so that only Rukia would hear. Her legs weren't long enough to reach Ichigo across the table, so she had to settle with a less than subtle glare.

"It's very good Nii-sama, I've just been feeling a bit sick lately." The real she couldn't eat, however, was most definitely because the tension in the room could be cut with one of her Nii-sama's ancient swords in the training room. If she had said that, however, the tension would have only gotten worse.

"You should be looking after yourself more carefully. You will be in University next year; your health must not be taken lightly." Rukia winced when the topic of universities entered the conversation. She had wanted to find the right moment to break the news of Ichigo's plans next year to her brother, but alas, it seemed as if the moment had presented itself to her…unfortunately.

"Speaking of universities, where do you plan to attend next year Kurosaki…that is assuming any schools of reputation have accepted you. Rukia will be attending Harvard in the states, where generations of Kuchikis have gone since before the Second World War" Byakuya said this with more than just a hint of pride. While it had secretly saddened him that she would leave him for most of the year to go to the states, he was very proud that Rukia would be able to walk the halls that Byakuya and their father and grandfathers and grandmothers had walked before. The first Kuchiki to attend Harvard was even sponsored by the Japanese government as a push to modernize and broaden the nation's youth.

Before Ichigo could open his mouth to give an answer (one which would most likely annoyed her Nii-sama even more) Rukia replied hastily, "Actually Nii-sama, Ichigo has also been accepted in Harvard. He's going to be a doctor, just like his father. Isn't that wonderful Nii-sama?" Rukia gave her brother a pointed look. While she was able to tolerate most of the testosterone battles between her brother and boyfriend, she had already suffered far too much tonight.

"It will do. I do think, however, that perhaps the admissions office has become laxed in their standards for some students." With that said, Byakuya returned his focus to his dinner, wondering if he still had the number to the Dean of Admissions in his address book.

Ichigo scowl became more prominent. He was about to give a scathing retort when his gaze met the angry eyes of his girlfriend. He would be the one to suffer if this night became anymore of a disaster. In respect for Rukia (and any chance of getting any sexual gratification anytime in the next millennia), Ichigo held his tongue and took another stab at his salmon…he hated salmon.

Rukia gave a silent sigh of relief when Ichigo had chosen not to take Nii-sama's bait. Looking back down at her plate, Rukia moved her salmon around some more. It was a real shame that she had lost her appetite…she really liked salmon.

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"Fuck Rukia, do that again…" Ichigo's hands clenched down on his sheets, trying to control the urge to flip Rukia under him and pound into her. However, with the way Rukia looked riding him, her hair matted to her sweat drenched face, her small breasts bouncing with every movement, and her nails biting into his thighs, Ichigo didn't think he'd have the will power to do anything but tear his sheets apart.

Dinner last night had been disastrous, but Rukia had decided to reward Ichigo for not making it any worse. However, he thought that his fingers fucking her senseless on the car ride to his house may have also encouraged his reward…his fantastic reward.

"Ichigo…Ichi…go…touch…touch me…" Rukia's breathing was labored; she was so close to climax, so damn close. All she needed was a little push. Her lower stomach felt knotted, her muscles clenching down hard on Ichigo's cock. All she needed was a little push, just a touch from the man under her…inside her.

"Where? Rukia, tell me where you want my hand. Tell me Baby…" Ichigo's eyes rolled back into his head when Rukia's nails bit into his chest. Yeah, she was close; but so was he.

"My clit…touch my clit. Please Ichigo," sobbed Rukia as she slammed down harder on Ichigo's cock. She was past the point of caring that she was begging, knowing that Ichigo would never hold this over her head.

Unclenching his hands from the now more than wrinkled sheets, Ichigo placed one hand on Rukia's hip and moved the other to where the two were connected. His fingers sought and found her clit, his thumb rubbing furious circles around the small nub.

Nothing prepared Rukia for the sudden onslaught of sensations that bombarded her body. Her head was tossed back, mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure; her body convulsed as her lower muscles spasmed around Ichigo's still hard cock. Ichigo had moved his hands to Rukia's hips, slamming her down on his as she rode out her climax. When Rukia groaned with sheer pleasure, her own fingers moving to cup and knead her breasts, Ichigo could no longer control himself. He pulled Rukia to his chest and flipped both around. Sweat dripped down his face, pooling at the juncture of his neck and shoulders. Rukia was still riding out the rest of her orgasm as Ichigo pushed her legs wider apart and began to thrust into her.

As she looked up at Ichigo's face, tense with concentration, she couldn't help but become more aroused. His eyes were focused on her, his jaw sharp, his mouth barely opened, heaving in deep breathes. He looked like a god, one that she wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life worshipping, if only to get this sort of divine attention.

Ichigo's once rhythmic thrusts were becoming erratic, which was a sure sign that he was close. He moved his hand again between their bodies to find the small bundle of nerves, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Rukia's climax was just as sudden as before, but stronger since she had barely settled down from her last orgasm.

One thrust, two, three…Ichigo's shoulders tensed, his body spasmed and his arms wrapped tightly around Rukia, holding her close as his lower body made smaller thrusts into her body.

When he rolled both of them onto their sides, his now soft member still inside Rukia, Ichigo thought, 'glad I behaved last night…'

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Sorry for the sudden ending. I was tempted not to post this chapter because it isn't quite how I want it. I'll probably end up rewriting it sometime later. Hope it doesn't suck too much though. There was supposed to be more to this chapter, mostly just a scene where Rukia and Ichigo conspire to set Byakuya up with another woman. But I think the scene would fit much better in the next chapter.

Sorry again for the late update. True to my word, however, I did post during my spring break (the, like, last day of it). So please review, because fairies DO exist!