Name: Ventilation
Rating: T ( For the teens! )
Genres: Romance/Humor
Summary: Rukia and Ichigo are stuck in a small ventilation shaft. He's driving her insane with the way he's moving under her, and she was going to have to do something about it. A hot make-out session with said carrot-top was not what she had in mind.

Author's Notes: OK, so this is weird and I know it had been done a million times, but this one will be different. I think?

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters.Thanks to CrystalRaindrop007 for Beta'ing!

Ventilation

Her lips were about two inches from his. If she leaned up even in the slightest, she could have kissed him and called it an accident.

"Ichigo, move over."

"I can't."

"Well, move anyway!" Rukia yelled, frowning in the dark. If Ichigo could see her bright, flaming red face, he would have laughed. Good thing he couldn't, but being pressed tightly up to the body of a very well-toned teenager that slept only feet away from her each night had an... effect on her.

"I freakin' can't!"

Ichigo was growling, and the fact that her neck was pressed against his didn't help. The slight vibration that ran through her made her shiver. She pushed those thoughts and feelings away from her mind and closed her eyes tightly, biting her lip. Ichigo shifted under her and she felt their skin move together.

She hated summer.

Right as of this moment, she was wearing a white spaghetti tank-top and a light brown, thin skirt. There was a thin layer of sweat covering her body and as Ichigo moved under her, his rough, ratty jeans scraped against her skin and his T-shirt ruffled under her, riding up to where her arms were pressed against his hard muscles.

"Stop moving, Ichigo."

"I'm hot. It's like ... summer, dope."

"I said stop moving."

Ichigo did, but only for a minute. He then began moving again, until Rukia shoved her elbow as hard as she could manage into his stomach. Though, considering she was shoved into a foot and a half by a foot and a half shaft, there wasn't much room to move. Ichigo smirked in the darkness, saying,

"So, how the hell did we get stuck in here, anyway?"

"It wasn't that long ago, don't you remember?"

"Noooo."

Rukia rolled her eyes, trying to see out the hole almost ten feet ahead of them; stuffed into the hole like they were, there was no way that they could get out. They were stuck in a ventilation shaft. Ichigo was on bottom and Rukia on top, and neither could move from their positions. Their sweat mingled together and the shaft was beginning to heat up a little more as she sun from outside beat down on it.

"Rukia, you might be a midget and all, but laying on top of me in the summer tends to get hot."

Boy, didn't she know.

"I can't help it. It's not my fault we're in here anyway."

"Well, whose bright idea was it to try and climb past me because my shirt was stuck on a nail?"

"M ... ine?"

"Jackpot, stupid. You can't crawl over someone in such a small space. You shouldn't have even been up here in the first place! I could take care of the stupid cooling system."

"No you were making it blow hot, which, I don't think, was supposed happen!"

"Stuff it!"

"..."

"Ichigo ... stop moving."

"Why?"

"Because ... " Rukia trailed off and blushed a little. "It just ... your moving against me in this weather ... "

"Ah, I see."

A smirk appeared on Ichigo's face as he stopped moving for a moment. Rukia had a growing sense of dread in the pit of her stomach until Ichigo's hands managed to find their way up to her bare skin. She shuddered when his rough fingers pressed to the skin of her thighs.

"Ichigo, hands off."

His smirk grew. His hands were still pressed to her skin and he could hear her breath hitch when they moved up a little, his hands brushing her skirt aside easily. Rukia bit back a moan and instead slammed her elbow into his stomach. Ichigo groaned and his hands fell idle again. Rukia breathed a sigh of relief; if he knew that she had actually been enjoying that he'd been doing, he would never let her live it down.

"What the hell was that for?" Ichigo said, trying to catch the breath that she had knocked out of him.

"I said hands off, Kurosaki."

She was glaring, and if it weren't so dark he might have shrunk enough in fear for her to get past him and out of that hole.

They sat — laid — in silence for a few more minutes. The heat was getting terrible and she couldn't stand it anymore. It was slick on her skin and her legs were sliding against Ichigo's easily as he continued to squirm. His knee managed to hit a certain part of her upper thighs and she moaned loudly. Ichigo smirked and moved his knee again. Sweat was dripping off his bright orange hair and when he crushed his lips to Rukia's, they slid together easily as she kissed him back hungrily.

"Rukia ... "

His mouth broke away from hers for only a split second before Rukia kissed him. Her eyes slipped closed as he deepened the kiss, opening her mouth to his. She was breathing heavily, the sweat on her skin growing as Ichigo's hands moved to her hips. She squirmed on top of him.

"You taste like salt ... "

He ignored her and continued to kiss her, not caring who was below in the house and listening. He wanted more of her, he wanted to take her breath away. He couldn't seem to get enough of her as the kiss turned slightly rough as he kissed harder. Rukia moaned.

When they finally broke apart, in the dark, Ichigo couldn't see the hazy look in her violet eyes or see the hungry need, either. Her lips were gently swollen and her heart was beating fast in her chest. His heart was beating just as fast and his senses were tingling. She kissed him again, her hot mouth hungry on his. He devoured her lips without a word, and when she pulled back this time, she asked, "This won't just disappear in the night ... right?"

"What?" Ichigo forced to get his breath back under control as he stared into Rukia's face. "The fact that ... that I love you?"

Rukia's violet gaze held happiness as she looked down at him.

"Yeah. That."

"Nope."

He kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips tightly, as if she were trying to get away from him.

"Good."

Below them, in the room, sat Yoruichi and Urahara. The latter of the two was waving his fan over his face. "Boy is it hot in here," he complained, his eyes completely hidden by the shadow of his green and white hat.

"It was your idea to stick them up there, genius," Yoruichi said, rolling her eyes.

"Well ... it worked, didn't it?"

Yoruichi smirked and reached over to kick him.

"Yeah, but I think Ichigo is going to be luckier than you in that particular category."

"Huh? Which one?"

"The one where he gets laid tonight and you don't."

"Yoruichiiiii," Urahara whined, pouting. Yoruichi's smirk grew as she stood up, stretching herself in a way that seemed feline. Urahara yelled, "Oh, by the way, Kurosaki! I think we fixed the air conditioning!"

"You're an ass!" Ichigo yelled from above. "I hate you!"

Urahara smirked. After Ichigo's outburst, there was no more talking, and the blond man had no doubt that Ichigo would indeed be getting more than him that night.

I have NO CLUE why I wrote that. O.O

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