AN: Hey Guys, here's the next chapter. I know there was a stall but I'm grateful that I can even post this what with how busy I am. I can't even get on Tumblr as much as I used to! That's big.
Lol, anyway. This chapter is mainly more back story but from Ichigo's perspective with lots of lime and sensuality, though more toned down compared to the last chap in my opinion. I'm surprised by how intense I made this story, I honestly wanted to make it a PWP D: but I suck at not giving my stories a story xD Now its all deep and has meaning behind it (at least that's what I was going for.) Tell me how I did.
There should be two more chaps after this. The lemon, than the epilogue.
When Ichigo finally got to his large loft centered in downtown Tokyo, the first thing he did was take off his clothes and duffle bag, throwing it on the living room floor before turning on his shower so that he could proceed to wash off the rest of the grime and blood that he didn't get after the fight in the locker rooms.
Annoyingly after he had left the stadium, Yoruichi forced him to go to his doctor for a check up and make sure he was completely okay to go home. Luckily he was just as fine as he thought he was and nothing was too bad. The cut above his eye got a couple stitches, his black eye lightened to a reddish color, his lip only needed some ointment, and he was so used to pain at this point that he barely even realized his ribs were broken. If you could believe it. The doc just put some pain ointment over it, wrapped it up and gave him some ice. He also gave him some pain meds and forced him to pop one even though Ichigo didn't feel it all that necessary. Though it was better to be safe than sorry since Rukia was coming over this afternoon to teach him some Yoga, and Kami knows she could be a hard ass.
Stepping out of the relaxing shower, Ichigo noticed that really the only pain he hand was in his neck and shoulders, those areas probably only having problems because he'd become a lazy ass while stretching. It obviously came to bite him in the ass afterwards.
Ichigo sighed as he pulled his fingers through his wet hair while he checked over his injuries in the large glass mirror above his black granite double sink. Just like he thought, not as bad as it sounded. He estimated that everything should pretty much heal up by the end of the week. A smile formed on his face as he thought of Ms. Shortness coming over. Their relationship was more than a little complicated. And before you ask, yes he knows that he is in love with her. Hell, he's even confessed to her multiple times - albeit some weren't as straightforward, but he's told her and he's known for a while. The first time was actually before she left to Europe, after they'd made love for the second time.
Ichigo rolled off the small woman and laid his back flat on the mattress after finishing their last climax of the night. His third and her fourth or fifth...but if he was to stay cocky as usual, he'd say she had more.
Ichigo chuckled. He could feel the sting of scratches lacerated on his back and his sweat didn't ease the pain at all, quite the opposite actually, and he loved it.
They were both panting hard and heavy as they strained to catch their breaths. Unsurprisingly so since they had been at it all night, hands pulling at each other, desperately touching and groping all that they could grab as they grinded and pounded into each other at tandem. He could still hear her moans and wails in his ears while she could still feel his grunts and growls reverberate around her.
And to think it started with a innocent kiss that sprung up as they were caught up in their feelings of being apart. Using every reason in the book to peck her lips again and again while she certainly did not deny the increasingly suggestive touch, each time their mouths holding each other longer until the ruse was up. A surprise heavy make out session quickly turned into he pushing her onto the bed, she ripping his clothes of his body, he shredding her own like paper, and she teasing him senselessly until he decided to hold her down and ravage then claim her like any mate would. And that was the problem.
When they parted it was a bittersweet feeling, their overheated bodies pulled apart and became ravaged by a cold embrace. The tension to close the distance and hold each other again was palpable but both stubbornly stayed still in their spots on the damp bed sheets.
Ichigo stared at the blankness of his ceiling encompassed by dark shadows, seeing but not really looking at it as his eyes moved about in thought. "Rukia."
"Hmm?" Rukia hummed, still trying to catch her breath as she waited for him to speak. She didn't use words mainly because her voice was all dried out and strained from exerting it to its limit all night. Rukia softly touched all over her body with lingering thoughtfulness, feeling the places that his hands were, as she remembered with pleasured satisfaction all the things he'd done to her.
Ichigo grinned tiredly, also still feeling the tingling effects of her touch, "I think I'm in love with you." Whether it was because of the alcohol or just the heat of the moment, he didn't know why he felt the need to bare his feelings to her at that moment.
He'd been thinking over his feelings for a while now. Contemplating and arguing with himself if it was true. Denying it even when they made love for the first time and especially when his dirty old bag of a father insinuated anything. It was true he thought of her in a way different light than anyone else even at that time, but he was too immature to admit it to himself. Granted, people wouldn't call him the most mature guy around even now. But this moment just felt different.
Rukia looked over to his form, wondering like himself where this was coming from. Questions started to form in her mind but before she could speak, Ichigo had lifted himself onto his arm and pulled her body close to him by her waist.
Looking down at her beautiful form bathed in the blue light of the moon brought him back to the night when they first made love. Her skin seemed to sparkle as the light hit the tiny beads of sweat on her porcelain body, chest heaving from exertion though her small hand clutched the blanket over them to cover her modesty. He had to roll his eyes at that, as if he hadn't seen everything already. And boy was it pleasing to the eyes. Ichigo angled his head as he stared at her more. Her hair was splayed around her messily, and even though he could tell she was tired, for Christ's sake it was 4 am and they had been at it all night with no reprieve, her lovely sapphire eyes still shown with the warmth and adoration she only showed to him.
He moved his hand to squeeze on her pronounced hip, speaking casually even when his eyes were everything but, "I didn't understand these feelings before and I just thought they were there because you're my closest friend and we see each all the timr...but I know for sure that this is different. Even when we had that fight and we dated other people, none of those other girls had the specialness you have. You give me light and happiness whereas it felt awkward and forced around them." Ichigo mumbled the last part before sighing and leaning down, placing his head in the crook of her soft neck and kissing the underside of her jaw. He felt frustrated with his lack of eloquence in describing his feelings, even to her. He'd always been better at expressing them with actions rather than words, this moment wasn't any different.
Rukia scrutinized what he was saying and bit her lip, she wanted to say something but she didn't know what. In truth, she felt the exact same way.
She placed her hands on his lower back, gripping the skin there as he breathed into her ear striking a shiver down her spine and a flood down her thighs. Ichigo continued on, his voice a husky whisper. "Just.. explain to me why I think about you everyday, specifically before I go to sleep and when I wake up, why just seeing you never ceases to light up my day." He placed a palm to the inner side of her thigh and gripped it possessively, making Rukia shake in his hold and a small whimper bloom from her lips, "Why my lust for you is unparalleled and way out of my norm. God if you would've heard the thoughts I had about you after that night a couple years ago. Hell even before then. I have been scared to be around you thinking I would lose control."
Ichigo pulled back and put his hand to her face, rubbing at the softness of her skin, "It didn't help that you grew up to be so goddamn gorgeous."
Rukia blushed a deep hue at what he was saying while trying to contain another shudder but still placed a small hand against his own trying to push it away. "Ichigo maybe you should go to sleep, you don't know what you're saying right now." He truly was being out of character and he knew it, but for some reason he decided to grow some balls tonight, so why waste it.
"No." He growled, pushing her back to the bed when she tried to sit up and stared deep into her eyes. "You don't have to accept what I'm saying, be in a relationship with me, or anything the hell like that. Even I still need things to think about before getting into a relationship." He put both of his hands to the sides of her face and forced her to look at him. "Just please listen to what I have to say."
Rukia stared up at him and his stubborn glare, words bubbled up in her throat and after a few minutes she finally forced them down and acquiesced to stay quiet with a nod.
Ichigo sighed, "I just...I just want to get this off my chest. I want you to remember my feelings for you and who I am to you as a man before you leave me."
"I'm not leaving you-"
Ichigo closed the distance of their mouths before she could finish, giving her the most passionate love-filled kiss she'd ever received. She stared at him from shock while his lips moved on hers, as he did the same but to silently voice his feelings instead. Her perse, dark purple-blue eyes hazed while his honey brown molted as their lips glided across each others slowly, tongues never fought for dominance but slid with each other and switched between each others mouths in a slow dance. Ichigo lifted up quickly, Rukia's body unconsciously lifting toward it not wanting to stop, before it slowly slouched back on to the bed.
He pulled off of her and fell back on his back huffing out air as he landed. "I just don't want you to deny my feelings for you when I say I love you."
Rukia touched a couple fingers to her plump, moist, rose colored lips as the pleasurable burn and slight pain between her thighs edged away to the back of her mind. He had been too big for her when he relentlessly deepened his stride and overfilled her over and over, but she loved it.
Looking at him now, his face pulled into its normal scowl except more pensive, Rukia turned to her side and studied him. After a few more moments, she scooted over to his side and rested her head over his heart, her hand placed over his collar bone, and her legs twisted around his big one that was closest to her.
Feeling sleep try to pull her, her eyes fluttered against his skin. He had moved about so she guessed the feeling of her eyelashes tickled him. The thought of that being the reason made her smirk tiredly.
Ichigo encircled his arm around her small form and placed his hand on her pronounced hip as she snuggled deeper into his hold. Once his breathing deepened, she peeked an eye at him and saw that all of the constant lines on his face that he showed previously were gone, and a gentle smile formed itself on her face. "I know baka, I love you too." Ichigo tightened his hold her and moved his nose to the top of her head.
Yep, he had told her then that he loved her. They had parted though and she had told him to move on and that she was going to too.
Whatever good that did.
Obviously since he was who he was, they'd argued about it constantly after that night, even before she left - which didn't leave the best farewell - and while she was in Europe until, as unbelievable as it is, Ichigo gave up, not a few days before his mother died.
It was true that he didn't want to force her into a relationship, but hearing her express the same feelings that he did completely changed his mind, the gravity and weight of her leaving him hadn't really set in until after that night and seeing her beautiful sleeping form that next morning. He guessed, panic grew inside him so strong screaming at him to not let her go that he just reacted badly...
Feeling a calming warmth on his face and body, the orange headed form merely shifted away from its rays. Enjoying what he could only assume was the warmth from the sun, but not yet wanting to awake. The slow realization of his surroundings helped him feel an unusual weight also added to his side and a small patch under his chest getting a cooling sensation as if air was blowing on it.
Ichigo looked down at himself, quickly but still clouded with sleep, seeing a silky head of raven hair covering his chest.
The small figure on him shifted and he could better see her sleeping face. God she looked so beautiful asleep. Her small tiny body was almost completely on top of him but still to the side, she barely weighed a thing, that or she'd been laying on him for so long that that side of his body went numb. Ichigo grinned at the thought of the reaction she would have if he told her she was heavy enough to do that. She'd probably sputter that cute way she does, try and come up with a valid reason that had an underline of accusation towards him with her little nose in the air. He'd disagree - more like argue and insult her - then she'd deliver the punishing blow, that usually being a kick to the shin. Ichigo snorted, his chest moving up suddenly from the action and Rukia shifted around irritated, mumbling incoherently in her sleep. "Stop..moving Ichigo...".
Ichigo smirked at her cuteness before leaning his head down more to kiss her raven head, she sighed contentedly with a soft smile then snuggled deeper into him. Staring down at her, a striking feeling stabbed at him, suddenly telling him that he wanted to see her like this every morning. Along with that feeling came dread.
She was leaving today. Leaving him to go to Europe. They'd probably never see each other again.
Okay that was dramatic, she and Byakuya were too invested in the Kurosaki family for Isshin to let them leave forever. But that didn't mean she wouldn't find someone new, that some other man wouldn't touch her, see what was his.
His grip on her body suddenly tightened and Rukia started to grumble from annoyance.
Everything that he felt last night and got to experience, even waking up with her today.. another man would get it all and maybe more if the relationship was serious.
Rukia started to wake once his hold started to discomfort her and give her pain, not that she'd admit the pain part. "Ichigo what the hell?"
Ichigo looked back at her to see her angry visage, he was also able to see that she was in pain even though she tried to hide it . His grip slackened completely from surprise, before it stated up again but on her shoulders - though not as tight as to hurt her - and he straddled her on the bed. "You can't leave." He growled deathly serious his amber eyes piercing her into a momentary submission.
Rukia stared shocked into his eyes until realization finally dawned on her and her eyes warmed with a wistful sadness. "Ichigo.. I have to."
"Then go out with me." Ichigo's eyes shifted as he thought up ways to keep her. "Become my girlfriend."
Rukia sighed though not from irritation, she understood the anxiety that he was feeling right now. Before they had sex last night, she'd thought she would feel regret after doing this with him, the happiness that she feels outweighed everything else, even with him pinning her down and manhandling her like this bringing on some unwanted excitement. Really the only irritation she feels is towards her insatiable body. "Ichigo you know we can't do that. I thought you said you wouldn't do this last night."
"Then promise me that you won't be with another man." He tried again, his grip on her shoulders tightened and his eyes finally stayed square on hers. When she didn't respond and instead looked to the side Ichigo growled threateningly. "Rukia!"
"Ichigo I can't promise you that. I'm moving to Europe... I don't want you to be held down by a long distance relationship and I don't want to worry you over what I'm doing." Regret was starting to rear its ugly head in.
"Fine!" Ichigo let off of her shoulders and scooted down the bed.
Rukia yelped once she felt his large hands encompass her thighs. "Ichigo what are you doing!?" She squeaked when he pulled her to where he was at the side of the bed, lifting her legs up then spreading them apart in his palms.
Ichigo smirked wickedly, looking like a sexy beast, "Even if you go to be with another man, I'll just show you that you'll never find anyone better." She didn't know just how true those words were going to be. Her fists tightened on the bed cover, even with it already falling down her naked thighs and revealing her parted womanhood.
Ichigo reached down to tease her wanton flesh making her moan and her grip tighter, "Oh look you're already wet." Rukia blushed profusely and whimpered when his fingers dug deeper scratching her thin walls.
"S-stop." Rukia was horrified with how traitorous her body was for him.
The much larger man leaned down to brush his lips along her jaw and ear, whispering huskily to her as he started playing with her folds with the tip of his cock. "You definitely won't forget this."
"I-Ichigo.. please..." Was she begging for him to stop or continue? She didn't know.
Understanding what she wanted and taking her words unheeded. Ichigo started thrusting his large shaft into her tightness, making her gasp loudly and her hands to move to his muscled back for support.
He'd also told her when she came to TokyoUniversity, but like a few weeks ago, she'd told him she wasn't ready yet. But even if he'd questioned it many times before, he knows that she loves him just as much. Who else could put up with him the way she does? He knows that some people would nod their heads to him not being the most agreeable person in the world. Fuck them. All he needed was Rukia and he knew he could take on the world. If she just wanted to stay friends, friends with benefits, whatever the fuck they were, he was fine with that as long as he got to hold her and see her everyday.
Ichigo walked around his loft thanks to having showered in the main bath, his body and hair glistening from undried water drops, as his muscle toned sun kissed body walked leisurely in just the small white towel around his hard V lined waist, before he stepped down the small carpeted stairs leading to his wardrobe.
The man didn't really know what to get for yoga clothes and didn't know if it was any different than regular work out clothes. I mean he's seen the women's yoga wear, and Rukia's ever changing skin tight outfits in the yoga room gave him the newly renewed motivation to go to Yoruichi's crazy ass gym every other day. He was about to transfer to another gym a couple weeks ago when Kenpachi tried to take another stab out of his life - quite literally -, and running outside of the gym screaming every time he was there was starting to wear on his manliness... So, if guys had to wear anything similar to what Rukia's sexy little body wore, his manliness/badassery points were gonna drop to an all time low.
Ichigo groaned with a grimace just thinking about himself wearing one of Rukia's outfits, his throat making gagging noises. But then had to snort when he realized how much smaller she was than him, and trying to wear one of her already skin tight clothes would just be a grade A impression of the hulk, yoga style. He decided with a roll of his shoulders on another compression shirt and some regular basketball shorts, both of them black. With a huff of air, he leaned down to pick up some matching regular athletic shoes.
"If Rukia wants to bitch and whine about what I pick out, that's too damn bad because she didn't tell me what to wear." He grumbled as he made his way out of the wardrobe and to one of his drawers. Sifting through it to pick up some black athletic socks, then scowling when he found matching pink chappy ones.
Going to his underwear drawer, he also sifted through that and got his black boxer briefs, but had to smirk once he found a lacy red thong..
Definitely not too small to wear a thong. Not. At. All. Ichigo thought, thinking about Rukia's sexy behind in just the small cloth people dared to call underwear. She lying on the middle of his bed, panting, mewling softly, and squirming on top of the comforter with absolutely nothing but the red lace thong on. Her long shapely legs, swelled but small thighs, curvy proportionate hips, flat toned stomach, pert full breasts, rose petal pouty lips, small tiny nose, and large intense violet eyes framed in a alabaster heart shaped face and vivid ebony hair that contrasted to her skin like an angels would. He could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it as his erection reared its ugly head in. Well, ugly when Rukia wasn't around to possibly alleviate it.
His smirk fell, Thank God she couldn't hear his thoughts. He even creeped himself out sometimes. It seemed everyday he was growing to reach his fathers level of perversion, and it sure didn't help that he always spent time with Rukia.
Midway pulling on the last of his clothes, his shirt, Ichigo heard the buzz of his phone conveniently on the bed next to him.
Was it Rukia? Happily thinking it may have been her, Ichigo roughly pulled down the rest of his shirt, it not even covering the bottom half of his steely abed abdomen that led to the trail that women would be happy to see. Sadly only one woman had that right.
"Hey babe, how's my little Shirayuki doing this afternoon?" He purred using one of his many nicknames for Rukia - even though she showed many a time how adamant she was against it, eyes hooded and lustful as he stared unseeingly at his dresser, remembering the thong that lie within it.
"E-Eh? Ku-Kurosaki-san?" A timid voice broke his trance and socked the lust right out of him. "Eto.. I-I'm calling for Ishida-sama. H-he w-wants me to let you k-know that he rescheduled the wedding party f-for this Sunday."
There was a pregnant pause before Ichigo answered, still shocked at the caller not being Rukia and the embarrassment that came after. Damn that midget. Why couldn't it have been her?
"Uh... yeah. Are you his assistant?"
"Y-Yes, sorry sir. Hanataro Yamada speaking." His voice broke. Ichigo could tell he was nervous and sympathized by deciding to end the conversation sooner.
As if the heavens parted for him, the door bell rang giving him the best excuse.
"Oh thanks, tell Ishida I'll be there for him and Orihime." His low baritone softened to a casual light tone.
"N-No problem sir. Have a nice afternoon."
"Yea, you too." Hmm maybe he just had a stutter problem? Either way, Ichigo happily hung up the phone and raced - more like walked swiftly, to his front door.
"Damnit Rukia, this better be you!" He yelled before moving the locks.
"Of course it is idiot, now open the door!" She yelled back but with a playful undertone. Ichigo smirked after hearing her.
The door swung open and there stood Kuchiki Rukia in all her glory.
Any grammar errors etc, I'm sorry for. I'll edit it as always.