AN: So it's been a busy week and I wasn't able to upload the chapters as fast I wished to :( Either way, I have posted this new chapter and its got a little surprise in it. Something you guys have been wanting me to write, here's a hint flashback ;D

I would also like to thank all of the people who followed, favorited, and especially reviewed. You guys are awesome and I'm thankful that some people read my stories and don't think they're complete shit xD

Anyways, I think there will be one more chapter left, if I really must, maybe 2, but I'm pretty sure that's it.

Rukia sighed as she walked through the door of her home, its breezy scent engulfing her senses and almost instantly relaxing her. The sound of her keys settling in the bowl near the door, distant to her ears as she kicked off her shoes and walked briskly to the kitchen for a glass of water.

She'd gotten and made some herbal scents for the yoga classes she teaches at Yoruichi's gym, and loved them so much that she took them home. All her customers ranted and raved about how soothed and relaxed the scents made them feel and she couldn't help but concur.

She and Rangiku worked in the meditation and relaxation part of the gym, Rangiku's exact job being a masseuse - you could imagine she got a lot of customers. While Ichigo and his friends, settled more around the work out area. Rukia had actually just started working there last week when her previous yoga place shut down since the gym was to be remade and sold to another company.

The dark-haired girl, exhaled a breath of relief after finishing most of her glass of water, placing the cup on her finished granite counter, then moving to her sizable bedroom to rest on the end couch and take off her clothes. She shuffled her feet on top of the cream, hand tufted shag rug underneath her feet as she thought through what happened.

Coincidentally, the story was that when Rukia was visiting Ichigo at the gym one day, Yoruichi happened to be out of yoga teachers and since Rukia was trained and experienced, she hired her on the spot. It was only a happy coincidence that she also got to see Ichigo more than the pink-haired princess.

Rukia smirked as she pulled off her blouse, she may not let it be known, but she couldn't help but feel victorious when it came to Riruka. Ichigo made her feel like the better woman in every way, even in bed.

Especially in bed.

"Ah, Ichigo. Little bit lower please." Rukia moaned as she laid on her tummy, reclining softly on her friend's Modloft Worth platform bed. It felt like she was laying on bunni - er clouds. Yeah, clouds...

They had moved the 'party' into his room once they started getting drunk. After years of falling onto the floor or knocking over coffee tables, they learned it was best to be near something soft when the liquor got to be too much.

"What ever you say Rukia." Ichigo grinned as he kneaded his knuckles even lower on her smooth, soft back. He was enjoying himself, admittedly more than he should be, but that didn't stop him from taking the chance at touching all over her perfect porcelain body. He never really got to appreciate it when he was younger and they had sex for the first time. One, it was mostly dark with the moonlight as the only light - not that it didn't nicely set the mood. And two, he was busy trying to focus on not finishing before she did and helping her get the most pleasure she could. The second time they did it, it was so passionate and spontaneous that all they wanted was to feel closer to each other, with no room for endless foreplay or mapping out the body.

Now that he was more experienced, and more knowledgeable on how to satisfy a woman's needs - the added experience being the only thing he can thank Riruka for - , he could give Rukia the pleasure she desired even if it wasn't exactly how he wanted it to happen.

"Oh my god yes.." Rukia moaned, lifting her butt up a bit as she arched her back into Ichigo's magnificent hands. He was getting out long lost kinks that she thought would be a pain forever.

Ichigo chuckled out loud at her erotic moans, and her cute supple ass, only covered in tiny little boy shorts, unpurposefully coming into contact with his slightly tented groin. How fitting that those shorts read, "Bite Me" in red on the back. She just didn't know how much he wanted to oblige.

Just one little thrust and he would let her know just how happy she was making him, but he knew better than that. If he wanted anything from her sexually, he knew that seducing her would be the best way to go. It helped that they were a little past tipsy and the alcohol had philter like side effects.

Ichigo adjusted himself away from her tempting flesh, but resumed straddling her with his hands massaging her waist after rubbing his palms with some heated oils. The orange-haired man flattened out his palms to squeeze on the slope of her round ass, his thumbs pushing on the indents of her dimples, as he desired extremely at that moment to take a bite out of one of her creamy and delicious looking cheeks. The oil leaving a sexy gleam to her titillating flesh and Ichigo couldn't help but imagine his naked pelvis smacking against it as droplets dripped down her thighs with each thrust.

Hearing her whimpers and helpless moans, Ichigo quickly moved his hands back all the way up to her shoulders, and repeated the process of massaging them back down.

"Ooh, Ichigo." Rukia mewled helplessly, rocking her lower body onto his thighs slowly. If he didn't know better he would think she was trying to grind on him.

"What? Is there something you want me to do?" He asked as he teased the sides of her breasts with purposeful grips and rubs, her hardened buds just on the edges of his fingers since her shirt was hiked all the way up and his hands had trailed under her body.

Just before he could rub the sensitive skin, her body tensing and shivering in anticipation, he had moved his hands down to her tummy, massaging the area under her belly button, knowing precisely that it would bring her pleasure. The glossy sheen of the oils, left in his hand's wake, as she moaned in the mattress after feeling the heating effects from it. All throughout the torment, Ichigo couldn't help but keep a salacious smirk on as his growing cock got harder and harder in his sweats.

Rukia sighed and breathed out with obvious signs of pleasure as she turned her head to the side to look at him. Her amethyst eyes dark and soul sucking as they lowered to half mast, inky full and lengthy lashes shadowing over her reddened cheeks, as her plump red lips opened slightly. He watched as her tiny pink tongue came out to lick along her lips as she moved to grind her hips over his erection.

Ichigo's head fell back when he groaned out loud, surprised, but still loving the feel of her lush ass making talented movements and circles over his steely hard length.

"I really hope you know what you're doing Rukia."

Rukia chuckled, dark and huskily, a tone he knew she only took on when she was in a sadistically playful mood, only this had a lustful tint to it. "I'm only teasing you like you teased me Ichigo~." She purred.

The orange-haired man groaned loudly, "Rukia..you should really stop."

"What do you mean Ichigo?" She started innocently, before twisting her hips roughly and then thrusting them downward repetitively in a fucking motion. "Ah, ah, ah~" She smirked wickedly as she moaned in a way Ichigo wished was elicited without a ploy. But no, she knew what she was doing to him, making fake whimpers and shrilly heated moans as she continued to let her ass bounce on his groin.

Ichigo couldn't help but salivate at the display in front of him; Oh god, how much he'd love to put her in this position with his cock actually deep inside her little cunt.

The handsome young man growled, his thoughts were starting to get the better of him. Ichigo shut his eyes tightly and tried to drown out her coos and moans that sounded like music to his ears. His cock was hard and painful against his trousers and it would've been impossible by this point for her to not have noticed.

Even though he could, and he knew he should, he didn't back away from her.

Rukia held down tightly to the comforters on the bed and arched her gentle back like a bow, the light hitting the oils on her skin giving her an erotic glow. "Oh Ichi, I'm going to cum!" Rukia moaned, turning her head back as she smirked while biting her cherry lips, to show that it was all an act.

"S-shut up Rukia, stop." Ichigo growled, but her statement did its job by leaving his cock dripping with pre cum and pounding hard, ready to burst. Ichigo panted as he tried his hardest to refrain himself from pulling down her little excuse for shorts and impaling her deeply on his thick length.

She continued to grind onto him, he could feel the slick wet heat of her folds drag up and down even through all their layers of clothing as she continued to sing from pleasure. He was able to discern that she wasn't as unaffected as she tried to make him believe. "Oh fuck!" His balls were tightening and he couldn't help but reach out to hold tightly to her hips and make her stop. He didn't want it to continue lest he do something to her that she'll regret.

The petite woman below him reached behind just as he put his large hands on her waist, she putting her hand tightly onto his forearm so that she wouldn't bounce away with his added thrusts. She assuming that being his intentions with his hands.

No he had more control than that... okay a little bit more.

"Ahhmmm, I going to cum all over your cock!" Rukia cried out, with as hot as her heat was on him she probably was.

Ichigo grinded his teeth together as he tried to still her thrusting motions, going against every plea and desire in his soul that wanted nothing but to pound her little body into submission. But even as he did stop her, Rukia used his arm as leverage to continue grinding hotly, turning her head to the side to show her expression as she cried out even louder. His name never sounded so sweet on anyone's tongue but her's, and that was the last straw; Ichigo didn't look back as he came in his pants, surrounded by the feel of her heated core, and her round ass flush against his pelvis fully. The look on her face would forever be stored in his brain and the sounds she made the day would most likely never leave his head.

Okay so maybe, she hadn't told Rangiku everything... Rukia thought as she quickly came back to the present from her flashback. She was busy looking through her closet for her yoga clothes, previously having turned on the shower and put on a short silk bathrobe.

Not all of it was left out though, making her way to the other room, the dark haired beauty brushed off her robe and it collapsed onto the humid bathroom floor, as the pitter patter of water from the shower head continued.

Turning to brush a stray bang out of her face, and pull up all her hair into a clip in the mirror, Rukia pondered on exactly what happened afterwards.

"Oh gods." Ichigo groaned. "You know what you've gotten yourself into right?" The muscular man asked, his eyes a molten caramel as he looked down heatedly at her. He continued to hold onto her tightly, his large hand holding down the small of her back to keep it arched as the other gripped hard onto her lower hip and thigh as she continued to grind slowly while his orgasm passed. Ichigo cursed lowly as he felt her continue to milk him dry.

"Oh but what do you mean?" Rukia asked innocently, her large doe eyes sparkling as she titled her head to the side. Her little tongue pointed on the edge of her mouth as her hips continued to work him, giggling lowly every time he moaned out her name.

"Fuck it."

Ichigo regrettably pulled away from her derriere and gripped her thighs roughly with his hands to flip her over on her back. Rukia moaned softly as his hands got to work on her, biting her lip to hold back a crooked smile.

Oh hell was she drunk.

Ichigo flipped up her, or should he say his shirt, away from her still gleaming chest to inspect her rosy buds on the peaks of her delightful creamy mounds. Without a second thought, Ichigo got to tweaking the bullet hard nubs to a dark red color whilst roughly pulling down her tiny boy shorts from around her waist, down her curvy thighs, and off her thin ankles.

"Mmm, mmh...Ichigo. Oh please keep touching me." Rukia arched her chest into his hand, her eyes molting over while gazing into his fiery passionate ones.

Ichigo licked his lips before leaning in to peck her soft ones, Rukia moaned from the contact.

Oh hell was she horny.

Ichigo twisted his mouth and sucked her lower lip as his hand kept on squeezing her breast and the other trailed its way down to her groin.

"Mmm." He moaned once his little raven haired goddess rubbed her fingers through his hair to kiss him harder, he finally opening his mouth to force open hers with his tongue and taste her sweetness. Oh god was she sweet.

"How could I live my life without your taste." Kissing away from her mouth, Ichigo whispered huskily in her ear. The puff of his breath making her shiver from excitement.

"Why don't you show me how much you love it." Rukia purred, her mouth turned up as she licked her lips. Ichigo reciprocated the grin before lifting up her thigh with one hand and with the other flicking her pink nub in between her slit, making her hips buck and a defeated pleasure-filled look come over her face, before taking hold of her calf, and stretching both apart as far as they would go.

Rukia whimpered, gripping tightly to the bed comforter, as Ichigo stared heatedly down at her small pink womanhood, its puffy folds dripping wet, so wet in fact that it was dripping down her parted ass cheeks and lightly onto his bed.

Rukia was going crazy with want, the way he was looking at her was making her insane, at this point she didn't care what he stuck into her.

Ichigo bit his bottom lip before taking hold of her thighs in a bruising grip that made the woman under him gasp. He looked up to the raven haired beauty one last time, her eyes not wavering from his as she nodded her head, the trust between them strong even at this point, before he dove down and got a taste of something he never got the chance to before.

The petite woman squealed out loudly, her legs already tensing up once she felt his tongue lap at her folds, but Ichigo would have none of it, he forcefully held her legs apart as he traced the outline of her puffy lips and circled the hard tip of his tongue around her erect nub.

"Oooh, fuck." Rukia's legs shook as she griped tightly onto her best friends golden orange locks to the point of pain.

Ichigo used his thumb to tease the outer skin of her little hole and check for its wetness before inserting a thick long finger inside her warm flesh all the way to the last knuckle. Rukia moaned loudly before panting harshly in the warm suffocating air. He pulled out and began shoving the digit in and out of her cunt until she was wet enough for another finger, all the while flicking his tongue over her clit roughly and keeping her legs apart. The pain in his scalp became distant as he felt his cock grow more and more to the desperate sounds she made.

"Oh my god Ichi..go!" Rukia couldn't breathe, everything felt so good, his teeth were nibbling on her sensitive clit as his fingers dug deep and scratched over her special spot. Even though Rukia's had this done before, it was never this good. Her long time friend was making her see stars as she screamed out his name. The twisting and gripping in her stomach became painful and even more so once he added a third finger. Rukia was sure his neighbors could hear her by now.

Ichigo sucked on her nub as he forced his three fingers to fit in her little hole. Once he felt her silky walls squeezing his digits he pulled them out and replaced them with his tongue, knowing just were to play with it at deep inside her. Her hips were shaking and twitching under him uncontrollably as she cried out his name in intense pleasure, so Ichigo held down her thighs with his forearm as it moved to rub on her clit and his other arm as it squeezed her breast.

"Mmmnngh, ahhhh, aah-I'm gonna cum!"

Feeling her walls convulse harshly on his tongue, Ichigo sped up his thrusts and scratched the walls of her hole with it, squeezed hard onto her clit and pinching her nipple to the point of pain.

"AAAh, Ichigo!" Rukia came hard on his tongue, whilst the orange haired man happily lapped it up while continuously twisting and rubbing her nipple and clit until she was just a twitching mess below him.

"Does that show you enough?" Ichigo smirked with an arched brow, even though his groin was practically on fire.

Rukia panted heavily trying to catch her breath, her eyes heady and satisfied. Before he knew it, she was on him, kissing the living daylights out of him, licking the remnants of herself off the corners of his and moaning once she got a taste of it.

Damnit, Rukia. She made him want to be inside her so badly.

The hem of her shirt slid down to her waist before he placed the small woman on his lap and reciprocated the act with her.

"You. Are. The. Best." Rukia said between kisses. Ichigo felt his pride, something in his pants, and his heart swell at hearing her words. Even though the act was more than a little hot, he couldn't help but feed an emotion throughout it all.

Ichigo chuckled into the kiss before pulling away to whisper in her ear. "Well you're perfect."

Rukia giggled, "Shut up baka." She smashed her lips to his again, while letting herself grind on his lap, feeling herself getting hot again. Ichigo squeezed hard onto her ass, lifting her shirt so he could touch the skin of her hips and hold her down more on his groin. Rukia moaned at the contact, feeling herself getting really wet, as she kissed the man under her with increased fervor.

Ring! Ring!

Rukia slowed down her movements when she heard the phone until Ichigo began sucking on her tongue as his fingers played with her ass, making her whimper. They continued to get even bolder with their actions until Rukia was rubbing her hand against his clothed bulge and moving her other to untie his pants.

That's when the ringing stopped and the answering machine clicked on. You just wouldn't be able to guess who it was.

"Ta-ta, Ichi-kun. Guess who it is?" The voice giggled. "Just calling to say that you have a meeting on Monday before your championship game. Don't worry though, because I'll be in the room, right..next to you." She purred that last part suggestively making Rukia want to barf and instantly squelching her lust, if the realization of who called didn't do the job. "So call me back for the deats, or.. if you just want to talk about dropping your little lap dog and getting with a real woman." The voice cackled loudly, "Riruka out." There was a long beep sound voicing her ending the call, as Ichigo and Rukia sat still in silence.

"Riruka out?" Rukia said incredulously, filling the noiseless air.

Ichigo sighed loudly collapsing his head onto her comforting chest. She used to rub her fingers through his hair when he'd lay his head there after a long day while humming sweetly, it often lulling him into a deep sleep. Ichigo knew nothing like that would be happening now, much less getting back to what they were doing before.

But he could try.

"I mean how much more like a snobbish bitch do you want to sound." Rukia sighed, not usually for letting her anger get the best of her but the woman was really piercing her nerves.

"I know, I know." Ichigo kissed up from the top of her breasts to her revealed shoulder while rubbing her back. "But hey," he said leaning back to grab hold of her irritated face and hold it still to look at him. "You're better than her and way more classy in everything you do and how you are. Don't let her ruin your mood. Hell, we just got drunk ranting about her." Ichigo chuckled and Rukia smirked softly. They stared at each other for a little bit longer watching as different emotions sifted through the others eyes, until Ichigo leaned in and kissed her lips softly, pulling back to look into her eyes. She smiled and bit her lip before leaning in and capturing his lips, pulling him closer to her body.

Ichigo held down on her shoulders so that he could feel her half naked body pressed up against his, dragging his hand down her back until he grabbed hold of her firm backside and flattened her core back onto his erection. Rukia groaned and started moving her hips to the movement he was moving her. Their kiss was becoming progressively deeper and wetter.

Ichigo released her lips to listen to her sweet moans as he kissed down her neck, sucking on the sensitive areas of her skin.

"Uhh, mmn." Rukia moved to untie his pants quicker than before, pulling out his long hard and thick cock before biting her lip with hunger at the feel of its heat in her palm. Ichigo groaned at the contact, resuming his action of playing with her folds with his fingers and making sure she was wet again.

"I want...to put you deep in my mouth," Rukia purred before biting onto his ear then tracing the contours with his tongue. Ichigo shivered, his lust demanding the action to start. "Then I want you to fuck me so hard, to the point that I won't feel my legs anymore." Rukia moaned just thinking about it, eliciting a deep growl from the man in her hands.

Ring! Ring!

"By the way Ichigo, I'm going to wear that thong you said you always liked." Riruka giggled. "I bet your little dick chaser is too much of a prude to wear anything but granny panties." She sighed through the phone after cackling her heart out. "Better yet, I bet a thong wouldn't even fit her she's so small!" Rukia's small hand wrapped around his cock took on a painful grip and Ichigo had to hold himself back from squealing like a girl, little pained coughs and groans left his mouth instead. "Until then Ichi-kun, Riruka out!" She bubbled and clicked the phone to end.

Rukia stayed stone still, her face unreadable and covered by her infamous mask, though her grip on his manhood never slackened. "Ru-Rukia.. please let go." Ichigo wheezed gripping onto the back of her shirt in pain.

"Huh? O-oh." The little beauty on his lap blushed and let go of him fully before getting off of his lap.

Ichigo panted out for air, trying to get himself together again, before turning towards his friend, "Rukia."

"I'm fine Ichigo, just a little tired. Um, I think I should go..." Rukia picked up her underwear and slid them on quickly, in a way that Ichigo begrudgingly couldn't see anything, then brushed away some sparse midnight hair from her face whilst blinking her inky orbs quickly.

"Rukia."

The girl being called kept brushing away her hair while huffing around the house trying to find her clothes. She pulled on her tight denim slim fit jeans - that by the way made her ass look amazing, before taking off his shirt and pulling on her bra and her thin tight blue tank top in the bathroom.

"Rukia." Ichigo groaned, he'd pulled his pants up so as not to look too pathetic and stood in the middle of the room, watching her hop around quickly like a rabbit, from one area of the room to the other, still pulling her hair, and still blinking quickly.

Just before she went to pick up her cardigan, Ichigo finally caught her wrist and pulled her to him, "Rukia, don' t let her do this to you. She's done it before, don't let her do it anymore."

What Ichigo was referring to was this. Even though the conniving woman had ruined her career prospects in Europe, Rukia was able to go to Tokyo U. and continue where she left off with the same degree. Yes it was hard to get the school to agree and let her attend since she was in an affair with a teacher, but Byakuya was able to straighten it out, not to mention her excellence in academics helped her cause.

While she was at the school, Riruka continued to call Ichigo every now and then, not as often as you may think, but enough that Rukia had a personal aggravation and held nothing but loathing and contempt when she thought of the woman. Her messages usually sounded something similar to the ones from earlier, Riruka's old friends from the university having clued in to her that Rukia now went to the school and hung out 'excessively' with Ichigo.

It was also one of the reasons why her and Ichigo never really tried a romantic relationship.

Ichigo pulled Rukia into embrace even as she put her hands in between them to push him away. "I know Ichigo, just let me go home."

"No." He growled and tightened his hold on her soft lithe body, "She always does this to us to try and push us apart. She knows exactly what she's doing and I can't stand for it, and neither should you!" Ichigo lifted up her chin so that he could see her large violet eyes as he spoke his next words with indubitable sincerity, "She is nothing to me. I only want you. I only need you."

Rukia saw his eyes harden, showing the full truth of his words and what she means to him. He was asking for something from her, something a lot stronger than friendship. Her heart began to ache from longing. She wanted him too, she wanted to really be with him.

Ichigo leaned down slowly, his intentions shown deeply in his eyes. This wouldn't just be a kiss that they'd share every now and then under the false pretenses of friendship, or the lust filled ones they shared after the sexual tension became too much, nor the ones that tried to hold back their overwhelming feelings as they made love.

Rukia placed a couple fingers on his lips to stop him. Her eyes warm as she smiled softly, "I'm not ready yet Ichigo, I'm sorry." Rukia choked on a sob that tried to build up, "We can't do this type of stuff anymore." Referring to the kissing in general and everything exceeding that.

Ichigo let out a long breath as he turned his head to the side and stopped pulling her body up but still kept his soft grip on her arms.

"It's fine Rukia." He said after turning his head back and smiling brightly. "I understand."

But you don't

Rukia's heart broke, she knew she couldn't keep doing this to him, turning him away. One day he really will move on, after he's tired of waiting.

Ichigo bent down to encase her in a warm hug. She welcomed it, suddenly feeling the need to be as close to him as possible. She was willing and pliant at that moment to do whatever he wanted, she hated hurting him like this.

"Please don't go." Rukia nodded her head, and he carried her back to the bed, pulling off her pants and settling her into the comforters.

He leaned down to her face as if he were going to kiss her lips, but seemed to quickly correct himself and aimed for her forehead. Rukia closed her eyes and cherished the contact.

Afterwards Ichigo went to take a cold shower on his own and they cuddled in the bed until they fell asleep in each others arms.

Yes, her story to Ran was a lot more edited and the ending wasn't sad, from which she omitted, but it didn't mean that what Rangiku told her was wrong. She needed to go for her happiness and Ichigo was were that was at.

After getting out of the shower and putting on her clothes, Rukia brushed her hair contentedly in front of her vanity.

She was ready now.