A/N: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters.

Longer note at the end. Read if interested. Thanks!

Somewhere around two months ago...

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY ROOM?"

"Hey, don't yell so loud, I'm standing right behind you." Shoving Ichigo aside, Rukia entered his room and spun around with her arms spread wide. "It's a blanket fort, duh!"

Ichigo stared menacingly at the petite woman before him. He left to go to the food mart half an hour ago, which was clearly thirty minutes longer than he should've left her home alone. Considering they were both soon-to-be high school graduates, he figured he could trust her. Yuzu and Karin were playing around the neighborhood and his father was out drinking with buddies, leaving Ichigo and Rukia to their own devices for an evening.

"Take it down. All of it. Now." His comforter was tucked into the first drawer of his dresser at one end while the other end was duct-taped to the top of his desk, creating the main canopy. Smaller blankets made up the rest of the fort. Some were used to section off parts, making what Ichigo assumed were "rooms".

Sticking out her tongue, Rukia pushed aside a flower-adorned "door" and disappeared from sight. From somewhere in the mess, he could just barely hear her voice. "You are such a spoil sport. At least come in and check it out!"

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." He mumbled, entering the fort on all fours. The inside was dark, hot, and cramped. Following the glow coming from the corner of his room, he discovered a small, closed-off area in the space between the foot of his bed and the wall. This is where he found Rukia, a camping lantern in her lap.

Even in the darkness, Ichigo could see her mischievous smile. "Isn't this great? It's like a little house!"

"It's... definitely something."

"It's really hot in here, though. I should've left spaces between the blankets to let fresh air in..." Fanning herself with her hand, Rukia chewed over all the possible improvements that could be made.

Of course, Ichigo was burning up too- but not just from the stale air. Rukia wore a combination of Karin's old shorts and a shirt of his she took without permission. The shirt was way too big; it hung loosely off one shoulder, exposing more clear skin (As if the shorts weren't already doing it for him). Her skin looked so silky and smoo- No! He thought, attempting to shake the weird thoughts out of his head.

When he opened his eyes again, Rukia was watching him with a strange look on her face. Her vibrant violet eyes were wide, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly parted...

That was it. He needed out before he did something stupid. Gathering together all the willpower he could muster, Ichigo turned to leave. "Wait!" Suddenly, Rukia grabbed his arm and held him back. "Don't go! Yet. I- I, um-" Her face cheeks turned as red as apples. In that moment, she looked just like the china doll Yuzu had on display in her room. Even with its silky black hair, milky white skin, and perfect pink lips, it paled in comparison to Rukia's beauty.

Sure, Ichigo had willpower, but it was the willpower of an eighteen-year-old virgin boy. Through with holding back, he framed both sides of her face with his hands and pulled her into what could only be described as the moment they'd both been waiting for for ages. It wasn't just a kiss, it was the release of years' worth of pent up agression and sexual tension. Rukia gasped, but didn't pull away. She wanted it just as much as he did. Her arms snaked shyly around his neck.

When they broke for air, both of their eyes were clouded with desire. Ichigo knew this was not the end. There was no stopping now. Using his hand to cushion her head, he laid Rukia out on her back. Not about to let Ichigo take control, she grabbed his collar and tugged him down until their lips met once more...

An hour later, Rukia scanned her mental checklist on the way back to the twins' room. Underwear? Yep. Shorts and t-shirt? Got it. Pride? It's around here somewhere. Sinking feeling in pit of stomach? You bet.

I'd like to apologize in advance: I'm getting all my information about pregnancy and all that jazz from the internet and not from experience... so I'm sorry if I make some mistakes along the road! Forgive me!

(P.S. I hope you weren't expecting a super-steamy sex scene! I'm definitely not confident enough in my writing to do something like that just yet... maybe later on. I'll just let your imagination come up with the rest for now. ;D)