Crush
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Song: Crush
By: David Archuleta
Genre: AU
Warnings: Lemon
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The orange-haired man had his forehead lean against the payphone attached to the wall of the hospital, the receiver tightly held in his right hand as a small smile played at his lips, the blue scrubs had blood stains on them.
"Busy tonight, huh?"
He turned around so his back leaned against the plain white wall of the hallway as one hand was buried in his pant's pocket. "Yeah, officially I'm finished but a huge bus crash has the hospital busy tonight so I have to help out."
"And like always you won't get the overtime paid, right?"
"Most likely. Ishida senior came by a few minutes ago saying 'You're not here so no payment', cheap ass."
"I'll just put the leftovers in the frig, 'kay?"
"Sure, Rukia."
With that he hung off on his best friend slash roommate. A tired sigh escaped his lips as he made his way back towards the emergency ward.
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I hang up the phone tonight
Something happened for the first time, deep inside
It was a rush, what a rush
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He knew he was killing himself with being around her. Because, seriously, he was so madly in love with her that it was driving him nuts to even talk to her over the phone – not even getting started about the times when he tends to walk on her half naked or naked. It always costs him another 15 minutes to cool down after those encounters.
But what was worse was how oblivious she was to his dilemma. Sometimes he doubted she even saw him as a guy – who's full of sexual tension and testosterone, mind you! – with her asking him to do her hair/make up/nails. Honestly, who was he? Her Asian wellness gal?
She was driving him crazy and didn't even know it!
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Cause the possibility that you would ever
Feel the same way about me
It's just too much... just too much
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It was starting to bug him, big time. She was in his head twenty four seven and there was nothing he could do about it – not that he even tried that hard to begin with.
It had started out slowly, like it always does.
First he found her cute more often than not. He could rationalize that with being around her too often so he ignored it at first.
But then came the lingering touches and longing looks – before long he had started to crave for even a whiff of her scent, staring at her exposed skin like she was a piece of meat.
After 3 months he started to dream about her.
What he thought to be cliched best-friends-falling-for-another story telling soon became reality for him.
And he hated that fact more than anything.
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Why do I keep running from the truth
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized, so memorized, and I just got to know
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Because, really, he felt so low because of it. She trusted him to not do shit like taking advantage of her when she was crying into his shoulder, sitting on his bed and in his arms. He had to restrain himself from just taking and possessing her. He felt so wretched.
The worst about it was that somewhere in the back of his mind there was a little voice asking Why not?
Why not having her, claiming her as his?
Simply owning her?
He long since realized that was more than a simple crush, he had madly fallen for her (or, like he liked to put it, she tripped him) and there was no way he'd fall out of it (or get tripped out of it... aw, whatever).
So, instead of asking himself why he was asking himself whether she ever wondered about the what if's.
Sadly, he didn't know the answer.
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Do you ever think, when you're all alone
All that we could be, where this thing could go
Am I crazy or falling in love
Is it real or just another crush
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That night he came back around 4 AM, tired as hell and just wanting to fall down on the couch and die. To his dismay that plan was prevented by a certain chibi snoring away on the black sofa, clad in only one of his older shirts and a pair of his boxers.
What the fuck?
So that's where half of his clothes went! That insolent chibi took them as sleep wear!
He blushed as a thought crossed his mind. Shaking his head he tried to get the images out of his head. The last thing he wanted was another trip to the bathroom. I shouldn't think about her that way...
With a deep breath he scooped her up in his arms, trying hard to suppress a moan at how nice it felt to have her against him like that – and how she was cuddling up to him and getting a hold of his shirt.
As he finally made it to her bedroom he lay her down on the soft mattress, careful not to wake her (for she'd become a she-devil if he did) and was about to go when her hand caught his arm in an iron-grip, without her waking up. He turned his head around. Eh? In one quick motion she had him lying next to her, one of her legs draped over his waist and her hands clutching his shirt whilst her head tugged itself to rest in the crook of his neck.
Ichigo blushed ferociously. What the fuck??!
"Comfy..."
He scoffed. Well, as long as you're comfy, forget about me...
As if on cue she dragged him closer as if to say 'good boy'.
He was doomed, alright...
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Do you catch a breath, when I look at you
Are you holding back, like the way I do
Cause I'm trying, try to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going away, going away
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The orange-haired man awoke early the next morning only to find that his arms had wrapped themselves around his petite crush, heck, his hands had tugged the shirt up and were currently caressing her back without him even intending to do it... not that he minded the feeling of her unbelievably soft and flawless skin at all... but still!
With all the willpower he had Ichigo removed his hands from under her shirt and began shaking her shoulders lightly to try and wake her up. "Oi," he whispered. "Rukia, wake up, I'm hungry and have to use the restroom! Oi!"
As the raven-head began to stir she slowly blinked her eyes open, mumbling something along the lines of 'restroom, what the hell, why is there a room to make a rest?' and he had to suppress an annoyed growl. Figures she's one to be brain-dead when she wakes up, typical.
"Oi, Rukia!"
And finally she focused her eyes on him... and blinked.
Blink
Blink
Scream
Um, wait, what the fuck?
"What are you doing in my bed!!" With that she scrambled away from him and to the other side of the bed.
Good grief...
"Hm, maybe cuz you fell asleep on the couch and I, the good friend I am, carried you to your room. When I wanted to go you dragged me into bed with you and wouldn't let go. So, maybe, that's what I'm doing in your bed."
Silence
"Are you really thinking I'd believe that?"
He growled. "It's the truth, chibi."
She glared. "Don't make fun of my height!!"
"I'll make fun of your height as much as I want to!"
"Bastard!"
"Okay, then I'll go a step further and be an asshole!"
With that he had pinned her underneath him and smashed his lips onto hers.
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Has it ever crossed your mind when we were hanging
Spending time girl, are we just friends
Is there more, is there more
See it's a chance we've gotta take
Cause I believe we can make this into
Something that will last, last forever, forever
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At first he only wanted to win the argument... but as soon as their lips touched his brain literally went bye-bye.
Her lips were just so damn soft. Not to mention sweet, addicting and everything in between.
She could feel it when his intentions changed. The kiss was going from messy and rough to slow, gentle and, dare she say, sweet and loving. Don't get that wrong, she was still freaking out beyond belief, she just noted the change in the back of her mind.
He growled lowly in his throat when he felt her pushing him away. Oh, how he wanted to just get a grip on her wrists and go on with it. But he knew she'd hate him if he did, and that was something unbelievable and unforgivable to even consider.
So, reluctantly, he parted from her rosy lips and sat back up, releasing her from underneath him. "Sorry," he only mumbled and was about to get up from the bed when she grabbed his arm.
Turning back to face her he noted how disheveled she looked (even more so than when she woke up) and how her breathing was labored.
He gulped. Heavily.
Why is she just so fucking irresistible?
"What?"
"That was... an unusual way to shut me up," she tried to smile but failed epically.
Ichigo scoffed. "Thanks."
"It seemed as if..." Rukia trailed of, unsure as to how to end her sentence.
"It seemed as if what?"
She gulped. "As if... you wanted... to do that for a long... time..."
He scoffed once more. "No shit Sherlock."
There was an awkward silence after that, neither knowing what to say to the other. After some minutes of uncomfortable quietness, Ichigo sighed and motioned to get up. "I... better go pack my shit, I bet you don't want me in the same apartment anymore now that you... well, know."
"Hold it."
"Eh?"
"I said hold it, dumbass. Whoever said I wanted you to leave? I was only shocked, gosh, men..."
The strawberry's eyes widened upon her comment. "Y-you mean..."
Instead of answering she slung her arms around his neck and crushed their lips together, throwing him on his back in the process.
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Do you ever think, when you're all alone
All that we could be, where this thing could go
Am I crazy or falling in love
Is it real or just another crush
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His eyes were wide as he looked at his petite best friend, dumbfounded. What... the... fuck?!
When he felt her tongue and teeth nip and lick on his lower lip he felt a jolt of electricity go down to his groin area, his eyes fluttered shut as he felt a groan escape his throat, his lips parted in order for his tongue to start a fight with hers, arms wrapping around slim waist.
He wanted the feeling of kissing her to never end. Ever.
Ichigo's hands slowly inched towards her thighs and before long he had flipped them over, her legs firmly wrapped around his hips and his lips pressing on hers with more force, his tongue overpowering hers.
He wanted her. Badly. Now that he knew she'd reply more than ever.
Nipping at her lips one last time he trailed butterfly kisses along her jawline eliciting soft sighs and moans of appreciation from her. With a smile he closed his lips around her earlobe, sucking and biting on it at which she tugged at his hair, encouraging him further. The orange-head growled at the feeling of her nails scrapping over his scalp, sending more waves of pleasure down south.
As his lips wandered to her neck, she barely caught what he said next. "This was fucking worth the wait..." She almost snorted. Men. Typical.
… not that she didn't like what they were doing...
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Do you catch a breath, when I look at you
Are you holding back, like the way I do
Cause I'm trying, try to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going away, going away
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A sudden tug at her – basically his – shirt alerted her to his hands, somewhere south trying to get the – in his eyes – offending garment off of her. Raising her arms over her head she gave him the opportunity to remove the (useless) shirt off her. After throwing the piece of fabric away his hands immediately claimed her breasts eliciting moans from her sweet lips, his own attaching themselves onto her neck, beginning to suck and bite on her pulse point once again.
His body felt so unbearably hot he thought he'd burn to death right then and there. It just felt so goddamn good.
When his hips began to repeatedly gyrate against hers both their minds went down the gutter as Rukia's hands got a grip on his shirt and ripped it apart, the buttons flying everywhere as he helped to take it off, both their burning skins slowly covering in sweat as they pressed their bodies as close to each other as possible.
His hands gripped the sides of her face, not bothering to help her with his pants she was having difficulties with at the moment, she was smart, she would manage. In one quick move he'd crushed their lips back together, his tongue invading her mouth at once, getting another taste of her addicting self. She was just so sweet.
Their lips parted and in his dazed state he let the words slip he long since vowed to never say out loud. They stilled after his slip-up, just staring at the other with glazed eyes, now, however, they were alert albeit the tension finally being released. "L-listen, Rukia... I-I didn't-" He didn't get to finish as she yanked his head back down, thrusting her tongue down his throat.
When they parted again she smiled coyly at him. "I love you too, strawberry."
His pants and boxers were discarded soon after, the boxers she was wearing went along.
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Why do I keep running from the truth
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized, so memorized
And I just got to know
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They were messily kissing again as he quickly positioned himself at her entrance, and in one swift movement he'd pushed himself into her, filling her entirely. Both stilled for a while after that, trying to adjust to the sudden feeling of being connected as Ichigo rested his head next to hers, breathing down her neck heavily in an attempt to keep control over his body.
When Rukia began to move under him he pushed himself up on his arms, looking down at her, their faces only inches apart. He smiled, brushing his lips against hers as he slowly pulled out of her, then back inside, their lips pressing harder together as they let out shaky moans. Their movements slowly increased, soon both were rocking against each others hips in abandon as their moans became louder, sure to wake some of the neighbors.
"God, you feel so good," Ichigo somehow managed to let out between moans and groans of pleasure as the couple felt their climaxes coming, their speed increasing even more. The raven-head cried out his name as she tightened around him, throwing him over the edge himself.
The taller man collapsed onto her after he finished deep inside her, his breathing coming out labored and quick in an attempt to calm his body down as her arms wrapped around him.
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Do you ever think, when you're all alone
All that we could be, Where this thing could go
Am I crazy or falling in love
Is it real or just another crush
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Ichigo had his arms wrapped around the petite woman as they lay there for a while, not saying a word nor looking at the other. Getting tired of the thick silence surrounding them the orange-haired man finally spoke up. "So... does that mean we're a..."
"Couple? I guess..."
"Oh... good..."
There was silence again, neither of them being able to figure out what to say in that kind of situation. Because, seriously, they spontaneously decided to fuck their best friend just now, not the easiest situation to handle for dense people like them.
Ichigo cleared his throat. "So, um, did you mean what you... said... earlier?"
For the first time since their little... innuendo did Rukia look at him with a questioning look. "What do you mean?"
"When you said you loved me too..."
She blushed (about time) and averted her eyes. "Ah, um... eh... yeah, I guess..."
Despite his best attempts did a smile manage to appear on his features as he turned her face towards his, kissing her softly.
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Do you catch a breath, when I look at you
Are you holding back, like the way I do
Cause I'm trying, try to walk away
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With their lips still touching he gazed at her through half-closed eyelids, the smile still prominent on his features. "Good, cuz I meant it, too." With that he rolled them over again, set to repeat their earlier doings.
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But I know this crush ain't going away, going away
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Okay, the comment about the 'Asian wellness gal' was by no means meant in a degrading way whatsoever, it's just that this story was leaning slightly onto cliches, and that was just another one of those
On another note, I'll keep the rating for this story 'T' and only put warnings at the beginning of the Chapters should they include mature content, so, yeah... but don't expect too many of those xD I always need so awfully long to write a lemon I don't think sucks DX
Okay, Reviews and Requests will be highly appreciated, so... make me happy, damn it!!
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