A/N: Ok, yes, I haven't updated since last year, but here it is! See, see! Ok, I think some of the quite pushy/ creepy reviews and messages from people got to me and made me write it so, yes they do work! I LOVE getting reviews but my bf was a little creeped out at the one that mentioned him and sometimes I am wary that you guys are gonna find me and force me to tell the rest of the story! Anyway, I won't give my excuses this time, you know them already, e.g. major work, finals to revise for, boyfriend, halo ODST (yes I'm a girl and I play on it!), dead or alive 4, new anime (Elfen Lied and Code Geass are amazing!)

WARNING: THIS IS A LEMON! AND KINDA EXPLICIT TOO SO DON'T READ IF YOU ARE UNDER AGE/NOT OLD ENOUGH! You have been warned, enjoy! But seriously, I have warned you guys, it's a lemon!

I don't own Bleach, wish I did though!

Chapter Six

Day: Six

Into the Rush

The rays of sunlight grew stronger every minute as Jūshirō and Rukia trudged on, leaning on each other for support. They had no idea where they were in the city as a large part of it had been destroyed and the chaos was unbelievable. Rukia's heart sank as she saw more and more being pulled from the wreckage, some more lucky than others.

"We did the good thing by destroying it," Jūshirō said weakly, his wounds beginning to heal albeit slowly and retaining their soreness.

Rukia nodded as they carried on a little further, looking up and frowning as they came across a different section of the city. The houses here were wooden, tightly packed together and aged, a completely different side of the city. It seemed nicer here, quieter and more tranquil than the new modern houses in the other side of the bustling city. She allowed herself a small smile, taking pleasure in the calm atmosphere, she would very much like to live in somewhere like this. She looked around, seeing a large amount of steps leading up to a shrine, the little wooden sign explaining, "Higurashi Shrine."

"We must be in the old district," Jūshirō suggested as he too looked around, snapping her out of her small fantasy, "It appears that we are quite far out from home."

"What are we going to do?" she asked in a slightly worried voice, "We need to get home and rest."

"We could politely ask a local if they know the layout of the city, or have some form of a map," Jūshirō advised."

Rukia nodded before realisation hit her, "Oh, don't we have maps on our mobile phones?"

"Of course! Excellent idea Lieutenant," Jūshirō beamed for the first time in a while, "We can use the radar in our phones to find where we are and how to get home!"

Rukia blushed at the formality a little but did not allow him to see her crimson face for she turned quickly as Jūshirō no longer depended on her to support him, managing to stand straight with less pain that before. He watched as Rukia hastily took out her phone from a protective inside pocket of her Shihakusho before pressing several buttons. She sighed, relieved that it had not been smashed in the events of the last twenty-four hours or so.

She quickly searched through the menus, finding the maps in seconds. She turned back, her face now less red and smiling as she gave the phone to him, pointing on the screen, "We are here…and this is home. Its not too far if we take this route."

She pointed to the two locations and traced the route with her finger as he watched, nodding in agreement. She took her phone back, keeping it in her hand as they carried on following several alleys and leaving the old district, much to Rukia's disappointment, however she was keen to get home, she knew that Jūshirō needed some more treatment and sleep in order to heal quickly. She was impressed however, she knew that Shinigami healed faster than humans but she had no idea that he would begin to heal so fast, she finally put it down to his enormous reiatsu and strength that healed him so rapidly. She smiled, he minor cuts were starting to close up nicely and his more open wound had completely stopped bleeding.

As they followed the map, passing down long back alleys and streets, she allowed her thoughts to wander a little, replaying the events in the alcove back to herself and blushing madly in the process. Had he really said that? Had he truly expressed his feelings for her? Or had she imagined it? Was she unconscious and had dreamed it all? She shook her head; it must have been true it had been so real and crystal clear. She could still remember the feelings he had evoked within her, something which she had not felt for a long time. She felt so alive despite their situation and even though she was exhausted and hungry, she had never felt truly happy until now when the realisation hit her that she was wanted again, she was loved…and not by anyone, by the man whim she herself was in love with.

She allowed herself to sneak a peak at him as he walked very closely next to her, blushing as she did so. Her mouth itched to say something, to ask if he had indeed said those words.

"I want to make love to you…"

The memory sent a tingle down her spine, encouraging her to speak out.

"Captain," she addressed him formally, her voice gentle. She waited and heard a yes in reply before continuing, "Um, about last night…in the alcove thing…"

"Yes?" he replied, looked at her blushing face now, "What about it?"

"D-Do you really…really mean what you s-said?" she asked, her stomach tying knots as she waited for his answer.

"Rukia…I…" he began after a while; however, he was cut off by a faint beeping on Rukia's phone, prompting her to pull it out of her sleeve. She casually flipped open the device, the news only hitting her as she read the warning message.

"A hollow?" she said in quietly, "That's the last thing I was expecting after all of this!"

She turned to Jūshirō who was apparently deep in thought as he held his chin in one hand and frowned a little. In any other point it would seem comical, but now was a time far from laughing. She watched as the concentration on his face increased, she could tell he was wracking his brains for something, but what?

"Captain?" she asked gently as he continued to stare at the ground, "What is it?"

"This reiatsu…" he proposed slowly and quietly, "I can feel a faint reiatsu somewhere in the distance, it's weak but strong at the same time, it's almost as if…"

He looked up once more, directly looking into the eyes of Rukia who watched the myriad emotions flicker on his face, fear, pain, grief, angst, worry…his face said it all.

"What's wrong?!" she asked quickly, starting to panic as she thrust her phone back into her pocket and moved closer to him, gingerly placing her hand on his arm, "What is it? Please…tell me!"

Jūshirō took a few minutes to compose himself, and when he finally managed to, his voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper, "Yesterday…during that explosion…what happened to the hollow...?"

"What…do you mean?" Rukia asked uneasily, not particularly liking where this conversation was heading.

"What I mean is, did the hollow get destroyed?" Jūshirō asked quickly now, dread spreading through him like wild fire, "Rukia, please tell me the blast killed the hollow!"

"I don't know," she admitted hastily, apprehension also taking hold of her, "There was a huge blast and then the hollow disappeared somewhere and I went to help you! I thought you had been killed!"

"I see…" Jūshirō retorted, desperately trying to remember what he had seen through the blast and he had a horrible feeling that this was not over yet, they were still in deep waters.

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"Kill it now?!" Rukia yelled as she and Jūshirō rushed to the location of the hollow, using all their energy and strength to take small flash steps, "HOW? We are exhausted and injured! It's impossible!"

"I know," Jūshirō argued as he clenched his fist to distract himself from the pain in his chest, "But so is the hollow, that's why we must get this done now while it is still weak. We may never be able to defeat it once it has healed!"

Rukia scowled, despite her argument, Jūshirō made perfect sense and logic, "But what about you? You can barely run never mind about fight a hollow!"

"I'm fine!" he assured her, even though he was far from it, "The sooner we take care of this hollow, the strange activity should stop and things will return to normal."

"I hope so," Rukia agreed with a nod as they quickly turned a corner, following the trace of the reiatsu. She grimaced as she watched her captain exert all his energy and strength into just mediocre flash steps, she would have to take care of this herself, he was in no state to fight.

For the first time in her life, she overtook him, dashing ahead of him, knowing he hadn't the strength to keep up and using it to her advantage.

"Don't you dare try and keep up!" she boldly yelled before flash stepping out of sight and ear shot, in hot pursuit of the hollow.

It only took a few minutes of nimble weaving before Jūshirō's reiatsu faded to virtually nothing and the hollow's reiatsu flared powerfully, only a few metres from her. She stopped dead in her tracks as the hollow suddenly appeared out of no where, forcing her to move out of the way before it crushed her. It landed with a huge thud, turning round on the spot to face her. She quickly looked around, recognising the area as the abandoned industry district,

"The female Shinigami," it said gruffly, "I have been expecting you. And…it appears the male Shinigami is not with you…dead is he?"

Rukia gripped her Zanpakutō by the handle, threatening the hollow with Sode no Shirayuki.

The hollow let out a deep laugh, mocking her, "Care to join him?"

"My captain is not dead, you hollow scum!" she cried in anger, "I will make you pay for all the pain you have caused us and how many innocent people have suffered because of you!"

Rukia lunged at him, drawing her katana from its sheath and calling its name. The circle of ice appeared at het feet, and the tassels growing from the tip of her sword in a beautiful display. She swung at the hollow that dodged and fired poison shots at her, narrowly missing her as she flash stepped out of the way. She stood for a minute, frowning as it was not transforming shape as it had done in the previous battle.

It hit her as she concentrated deeply for a few seconds, the hollow too was on its last legs, its reiatsu had been deeply depleted and it barely had the strength to fire shots and move, never mind about transform. She smiled to herself; this would be quick and easy.

She moved again, quickly dodging in and avoiding the swipe at her before slicing a large gash into the hollow's arm, hearing it bellow in agony. She zoomed back out as the hollow thrashed around in fresh anger and pain, whipping round to face her, its eyes red with rage and its long poisonous tongue hanging out. Her eyes widened, she had never seen a hollow become this enraged, and it seemed to lose its ability to talk and was now using pure animalistic instinct.

"It's gone into overdrive," Jūshirō revealed from behind her, "It's so pushed to the limit that it is using the last of its reiatsu in a huge wave."

Rukia jumped at his voice and she shivered in fear, "That's what happened yesterday…" her voice was quiet and small.

"Yes," Jūshirō replied as he flash stepped over to her, now level with her, "but, if we defeat it together, then we should finally kill it."

"How will we kill it together?" she asked hopefully, looking up at his smiling face.

"By combining our reiatsu and power," he answered, "By mixing ice with water and electricity."

"Are you crazy?" Rukia nearly yelled at him, his smile only pissing her off further, how could he smile in a situation like this? "And what's with the smile, this is hardly a laughing matter!"

"I know," he admitted as he watched the hollow become more enraged by the second, "But you make me smile Rukia, your overreactions do make me laugh to myself!"

Rukia hung her head in slight shame, however the pressing matter of the hollow surfacing once more. She knew it was now weaker but faster and more forthright in its last burst of reiatsu.

"Let me finish it off," Rukia asked her captain, gripper her sword once more, "I can finish it quickly."

"No," he advised, "You cannot do this alone, and let me be damned if you do."

Rukia was silent, he seemed adamant that he was going to help her in this feat, and little was going to persuade him otherwise. She finally nodded in approval as the hollow turned to face them, wildly thrashing around, its eyes fixed upon them.

"Are you ready?" Jūshirō asked in a now husky voice, his own sword drawn and ready for battle.

"Yes, captain," she replied as she held her sword out straight ahead of her, mirroring her captain, "What must we do?"

"Well, if you attack from the rear and I from the front at the same time," he explained, "then our combined reiatsu should take it down."

"Ok," she agreed, watching in horror as the hollow suddenly began to charge at them, its poisonous fumes saturating the air.

"Let's make this quick…three…two…one…" Jūshirō counted down as the hollow rapidly gained ground towards them.

Rukia nodded before flash stepping out of sight and landing to the side of the hollow, her eyes fixed on its every movement. She watched as it lunged at Jūshirō, prompting her to use her kidōu against the beast. The hard hitting light flew from her hands, smashing into the side of the hollow and causing a howl of pain. She quickly took out her now sheathed sword before calling it again.

"Mai, Sode no Shirayuki!" She cried loudly.

Jūshirō allowed himself a small smile to himself as he watched Rukia perform her ice dance with her sword, a deadly yet beautiful spectacle. He turned his attention back to the hollow, using up his waning strength to flash step out of the way, before drawing his own sword.

"Sōgyo no Kotowari!" He called to it, releasing it from its shikai and drawing the two-bladed sword.

He briefly looked over to Rukia who nodded before turning back to the beast before them. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second and inwardly praying that his body would hold out for a little longer, he was certainly grateful for the medication that was suppressing his pain. He opened his eyes again, watching the hollow draw ever closer as he quickly worked out the exact time to strike and how much force would be needed to bring it down.

"Now!" he suddenly yelled, prompting Rukia to release her shikai as she flash stepped onto the hollow's back.

"Some no mai, Tsukishiro!" she cried, plunging the sword into the hollow's back and allowing the ice to spread rapidly across the beast's back, slowly freezing it from the outside to in. She allowed herself a small smile as the pillar of ice formed, freezing everything within the colossal space. She quickly moved back, jumping back to the ground and watching as Jūshirō made his own move. She watched in awe as Jūshirō used the absorbed energy from the hollow and directed it back at the beast, partly blasting through the pillar of ice and shattering it into thousands of sparkling fragments, shattering the hollow with it. Rukia couldn't move as Jūshirō's reiatsu overwhelmed her, fear now seeping through her as the hollow threatened to explode, forcing the very ice that she had created to splinter towards her. She closed her eyes, just catching the sight of ice, light, fire and spirit particles before she felt her weight give way and her head pound in agony.

xxxxxxx

By the time Rukia came round; her surroundings had changed dramatically. She sat up quickly, shocked by the sudden change in situations, before looking around. She was back in the flat, in the bedroom no less, and everything was…calm. There was nothing, no bright lights and noise; she could no longer hear the high pitched wail of the hollow. She closed her eyes for a moment, steadying her pounding heart and heavy breathing brought on from the shock. She finally opened her eyes when she had stabilized herself a little more, and realised now that it was late, the small amount of light was provided by the outside street light, but apart from that it was pitch black. It was then that she heard noise, albeit soft. The sound of Jūshirō's breathing suddenly filled the room, soft and quiet as he recovered from his wounds. She sighed in relief as her mind put the pieces together; he had saved her from the explosion as she had passed out moments before. She felt around to the right of her, feeling the outline of his body, his back; his shoulders and up to his hair before lying back down next to him for a moment.

"Thank you," she whispered to him, "For saving my life…multiple times in fact…"

She leant in, kissing his forehead lightly, hearing him take in a sharp, deep breath before returning to his normal breathing pattern. She gingerly got up, trying not to wake him as she took a clean towel from the clean laundry basket and scurried into the bathroom.

She sighed in contentment as she turned the shower on and stepped in, allowing the hot water to wash away the dirt and dried blood on her body. She gasped as the hot water stung her sore body a little, but she didn't care for the shower was a blessing no matter how much it stung her. She scrubbed her body, washing herself with fruit smelling soaps and washing her hair with floral products. After what seemed a lifetime, she emerged from the bathroom, finally clean and stain free. She immediately entered the living room, her eyes widening as the lights were turned on and life had began once more in the apartment. Jūshirō was now awake as well, however she frowned as she briefly watched what he was doing.

"Did you have a nice shower?" he asked as he turned around, a pile of clothes in his arms.

"Yeah, I did," she replied with a slight frown, "What are you…doing?"

"Well gathering our stuff," he answered, "We leave today."

Rukia's eyes widened rapidly as she looked at the clock, the result far from what she had wanted. It was four in the morning, and they were due back to the soul society that day, having now destroyed the hollow. She could feel premature tears begin to threaten, was this it? Destroy the hollow and go home? Was it that simple? She could have sworn that he would have wanted to stay longer…stay with her for longer…there had to be something…

"What are you doing up anyway?" She quickly said, "We will have to stay for another day at least in order to recover! Going home now would be silly."

"Oh, well I guess I am feeling a lot better now, seeing as we slept for quite a substantial amount of time," he said casually replied, "I am a little sore, but my main wounds are healing up nicely with all the medication and rest."

She nodded, struggling to force back the tears as she looked down at the floor.

"I quickly made some rice balls if you want any," he offered, "They will be ok for now, so you can have some while I go for a shower too."

"Th-thanks," she stuttered, "I'll go get dressed." She hurried into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her and giving into her tears. She continued to cry as she put on her pyjamas, wiping them away every now and again as she cursed herself for being such a cry-baby. When she re-emerged, Jūshirō was still in the shower, and even though she knew she was hungry, she did not feel like eating. She forced a few bites, as she would get a lecture from Jūshirō if she didn't, but she didn't enjoy them like she usually did, there was something different from usual, and in her heart she knew what was suddenly missing. She played around with the one in her hand for a little while, picking at individual pieces of rice and peeling off the seaweed from the base in boredom.

It wasn't much longer before Jūshirō emerged from the bathroom, also dressed in his pyjamas, now feeling much better and refreshed. He wandered over to the kitchen as he attempted to dry his hair in the towel, however given its length, it would take a few hours at least. He spotted Rukia, half eating a rice ball that she had dismantled and looking down at the table looking miserable.

"Rukia," he said, prompting her to look up at him instantly, their eyes meeting, "What's wrong? Are you al…?"

He stopped suddenly as the apartment plunged into blackness and every appliance was cut dead. Rukia let out a small scream as the darkness enveloped them, prompting Jūshirō to reach out and grab her before pulling her from the chair and into him.

"Shhh," he soothed as she clung to him, "It's ok, I know how afraid of the dark you are, but I am here."

She nodded against him, "What has happened?"

"I'm guessing," Jūshirō replied, sharing his hypothesis, "That the power has been cut in order to repair the electricity lines that were damaged by the hollow earlier."

"That makes sense," Rukia said slowly, "Oh, how did we get back anyway? Did the hollow get killed? What happened?"

"Well," Jūshirō revealed, "I will tell you while he hunt for some source of light."

Rukia nodded as she detached herself from him before flipping her phone open, using the light to look into the immediate vicinity. Jūshirō mirrored her, also using his phone to check the cupboards of the kitchen.

"Ok, you check this half of the kitchen, and I'll check the other half," he suggested as he opened a drawer, only to shut it again, unsuccessful, "Ok, well what do you last remember?"

"Uh, the ice coating the hollow has been shattered by your attack and there were fragments of ice flying everywhere," she answered, almost painfully, as she replayed the chaos in her head once more, "And then there was light and noise, I watched as everything seemed to join together and then explode…"

"Yes, to be honest, that's pretty much what happened," Jūshirō agreed, "Our combined power and force penetrated the hollow, forcing the ice to freeze it's very life before being heated at a rapid temperature by the force I sent back at it and then imploding from the inside out. The scene you saw was the hollow's explosion, and then…"

"I passed out," Rukia filled in, hunting high and low."

"And once you had, I rushed to get you, only flash stepping out of the way in time," he continued, "And then, we made it home. It took us an hour with all the rest stops we took, so when we did, I kinda put you to bed and flopped beside you."

"How long were we asleep f…" she started, but cut herself off suddenly, "Ah! I found candles!"

"Excellent," he said with a smile, "I found some matches a few minutes ago, so they will be very helpful indeed."

"Oh, and I think I remember seeing some in the cupboard under the sink in the bathroom," she explained, "We can light one now and go and check!"

Jūshirō nodded, "We are just getting to know our way around the flat, it's a shame we are leaving today."

"Yeah," Rukia replied slowly, forcing a smile and trying to keep her voice as casual as possible as her melancholy set in once more.

She stood up, using the light from her phone to guide her over to Jūshirō and give him the candle to light. She kept her face away from him, hiding her tears and only looking back up to take the candle from him, never looking him in the face. She couldn't bear to look at him, for she knew that if she did, she would never be able to stop crying and break down in front of him.

Jūshirō watched as she entered the bathroom and began to search for the candles, moving different things around as she tried to find them. She called him to her as her search was conclusive, forcing him to groan inwardly at her. He knew he was acting nonchalant with her; however he knew he had no choice. Every time he looked at her, a new wave of need washed over him, and in a way he was thankful for the darkness, for it hid his hardening member, the clear indication of his lust for her. Every second was closer to leaving the apartment, and he wanted nothing more to turn back the clock to day one and do it all over again. However, he did not want to make Rukia even more upset by reminding her of this, nor did he want to rush her or even scare her away with his lust.

He gingerly took the candles from her outstretched hand, careful not to touch her fingers with his before lighting them and placing them on the side. He kept looking away as she stood up, seeing her face in the candlelight would be torture. He picked up several of the brightly coloured candles and went back into the living area, leaving Rukia to take the rest. Rukia watched as he placed two in living room and then arranged a further three in the kitchen before moving back into the bathroom and placing one of the larger ones on the counter next to the sink.

"I'll place these ones in the bedroom," Rukia suggested as she carried the two plain white ones, careful not to trip up or drop them. She shuffled into the bedroom, placing one on the dresser and then one in the window, gasping as she stumbled across some more.

"Whoever decorated this place must like candles," she said to herself as she tipped one of the already lit ones onto the three newly found ones, lighting them in turn before distributing them around the room. She sighed inwardly to herself, turning around slowly and looking up. She stopped in her tracks as Jūshirō was watching her, a number of emotions playing across his face. The candles were enough to provide low lighting, and Rukia couldn't deny the romantic glow in the room. Time seemed to freeze as neither of them moved, both of them unsure of what would happen next. What was there to do? The electricity had been cut and neither of them felt tired enough for sleep, having just slept for near a full day.

It was Rukia who eventually broke the rising tension, finally moving and walking past him, however she stopped dead and gasped as Jūshirō firmly caught her hand.

"Rukia…" he said, his voice quiet and gentle, almost apologetic as he softly pulled her back towards him.

"Yes, captain?" she answered, "Is something wrong? I thought it would be useful to carry on packing, seeing as we are leaving shortly."

"You know I prefer being addressed by my first name," he said with a light chuckle, "At least by you anyway."

He turned to face her now, keeping only a foot distance between them and tightening his grip on her hand a fraction.

"What is it?" she asked, perplexed and slightly worried, however she could not ignore the tingle that ran down her spine from their close proximity.

"Rukia," he said once more, causing her to shiver with excitement as he closed the gap a little more, their bodies nearly touching, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" she asked, her voice just as strained with need as his.

"This," he replied before reaching down and capturing her lips in a kiss. He gently kissed her, trying to coax a response from her, however, much to his dismay, she did not return the kiss, only kept her lips still. Jūshirō pulled away, feeling betrayed almost, he could have sworn that she took wanted this; did she not admit her love for him just a day or so ago?

"I don't understand," she revealed slowly, "Just earlier, you were offish with me, and now…and now this…what do you want exactly?"

"You," he stated simply, taking a small step backwards, "And I have ever since day one when we arrived here."

"And what you said in the alcove?" she pressed, stuttering a little as she blushed "About wanting to m-make love to m-me…is that true? Do you really feel that way?"

"Rukia," he replied with a smile, "Of course I do! Everything I said I meant. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't want you."

Rukia nodded her head sheepishly, suddenly feeling stupid and embarrassed. Jūshirō merely smiled at her cuteness, closing the gap once more and placing his hand on her chin. He slowly lifted her blushing face, keeping his gaze on hers for a few seconds before leaning in and crushing his lips to hers, kissing her gently, taking care not to scare her. He inwardly sighed with relief as she began to kiss him back, pressing a little harder and speeding up the kiss. His hands immediately went to her back, hugging her to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, increasing their sense of urgency. Rukia felt a shiver run down her spine as Jūshirō licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance, which, she happily obliged.

Rukia moaned a little as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth and exploring her, battling her own tongue for dominance. Jūshirō moved a little, directing her to the bed as the kiss continued, allowing her to slide back onto the bed and gently pull him with her. Jūshirō couldn't help but suddenly feel a little nervous as he lay over her, making out with her as if they were teenagers again. She inwardly frowned, why did he feel nervous? He was no virgin, yet he definitely felt as if he was in virgin territory once more. Why did he feel the way he had felt over a millennia ago when he experienced his first time? He stopped suddenly as Rukia stiffened beneath him, her body becoming rigid.

"Rukia?" he asked, suddenly worried about her as he gazed at her flustered face. He lovingly moved the hair from her face before he kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry," she apologized with a blush, "I'm just a little worried is all."

"Worried?" Jūshirō asked, "About what?"

"That I'm no good…" she explained, Jūshirō's puzzled expression prompting her to continue, "I haven't had much experience…and I am worried that I won't be good enough for you! I am sure that you have a lot more experience!"

"Oh, Rukia," Jūshirō chuckled, sitting up onto his knees and pulling her up with him so that they were sitting opposite each other, "It doesn't bother me one little bit how much or how little experience you have."

"Really?" Rukia asked with a small smile.

"Of course," he replied, "And if I am honest, I guess I am nervous about this. It's just that, I haven't felt this way in a long time, and I am worried that it won't be absolutely perfect…"

"Jūshirō…I…" Rukia started, only to be cut off by him.

"It's just this, for me," he revealed, "Is more than just sex…I want you…I want to make love to you…and I want it to be prefect…"

It was then that something inside Rukia snapped, as if all her inhibitions were being thrown away then and there, giving way to her love for Jūshirō and the lust she felt in the heat of the moment. The romantic light being given off from the candles and the wonder scents that they gave off was like an aphrodisiac, she could suddenly feel the heat in the small room and perspiration was being to form between her breasts.

"Jūshirō…" she whispered, closing the gap between them and pressing her lips against his for a few seconds before breaking away and meeting his warm brown eyes with her violet ones, "Say that again…"

Jūshirō smiled a little as he understood, his own lust suddenly rising as he too felt the heat, his nerves becoming controlled by need, "I want to feel the touch of your skin against mine… I want to hear your breaths against my ear as I make love to you…and feel the warmth of our bodies moving together…"

Rukia felt a surge of lust at his words, prompting her to crush her lips against his, kissing him passionately as he pushed her down, lying over her once more. His hands moved over her, sliding down to her waist and slipping under her top, caressing her soft skin. He groaned as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth once more and stroked her skin. She could feel the overwhelming heat as he touched her skin, making her gasp with surprise as he suddenly lifted her nightshirt up her body and pulled it over her head and she lifted her arms for him, everything flowing naturally. He threw it onto the floor hastily before sliding his hand under her, reaching for her bra straps. However, she tugged on his t-shirt, her lust increasing with every second as she felt his hardness pressing against her. He helped her remove his shirt, pulling it over his head before throwing it down to the floor with hers.

He kissed her again, passionately, fighting her tongue once more before he marked a line of small kisses along her neck, nipping her occasionally and leaving a few love bites and he kissed and sucked her skin. Her breath caught for a few seconds as he managed to undo her bra sliding it down her arms and throwing it to the floor with the other clothes. His pyjama bottoms were the next item to be taken off as she hastily pulled them down, Jūshirō helping her by as he discarded them onto the floor, his boxers the only covering he had left. He took a moment to examine her beauty, her soft milky skin, the curves of her body and the sweet signs of her arousal were enough to send him over the edge, causing him to groan inwardly as he desperately needed to make love to her. He leant in once more kissing her neck lightly, moving down to her collar bone before tracing it with his lips. She stiffened ever so slightly, her breath caught as he moved lower, cupping one breast with his hand, while he pleasured the other, his tongue tracing circles over her nipple. She moaned loudly, only encouraging him as he gave a soft bite to the bud, earning him another moan. He repeated the action to her other breast, his hot mouth suckling her and his tongue giving the stiffened tips a few sensual flicks. She writhed in pleasure beneath him, becoming wetter every minute as the sensual torture continued, any sense of inhibition threatening to snap at any moment.

He moved down further, sliding her pyjamas over her hips and down her legs, revealing her lack of underwear, much to his enjoyment. He was quick to throw them onto the mounting pile of clothes on the floor as he took in her beauty. She blushed a little as his eyes swept over every part of her now naked body, utterly transfixed by the beautiful woman in front of him. His manhood throbbed as he imagined what he wanted to do with her, knowing that he would have to take her soon before he went insane with lust. He kissed her stomach, placing his hands on her hips as his tongue pleasured her like an explorer drawing over his maps. He explored her body, one of his hands moving down and resting on her inner thigh. She held her breath as she felt his hand slowly move upwards, eventually reaching her womanhood. She moaned as his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves, massaging it as she continued to cry out in pleasure as his index finger found her moist entrance. He teased her a little more, making tight circles around her waiting core, building up her excitement. He reached up, giving one of her nipples another flick as he stopped moving his fingers, teasing her. After a minute, he gave into her pleas, sliding a long finger within her, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure. She arched into him, perspiration running down between her breasts as he tortured her. Another finger followed as he found the sacred spot within her, massaging it quickly as he leant down, his tongue now working on her clit for even more enjoyment. After a few minutes, her quickening breaths signalled the closeness of her release, prompting him to stop for a few seconds. His tongue replaced his fingers, sliding within her and tasting her sweetness, the incredible feelings causing her to thread her fingers through his long hair. It was only a few more minutes before she came, her walls tensing and throbbing with her first orgasm of many that morning.

She gripped the bed sheets as pleasure consumed her, her breathing heavy and her head spinning. Jūshirō moved back up to hover over her, resting on his forearms once more as she writhed beneath him. He closed his eyes however as Rukia suddenly reached out between their bodies to touch him, running her hand along him, causing him to groan in desire and she sped up, each movement brining him closer and closer over the edge. After several minutes, he stopped her, brining her hand away and placing it on his back as he kept eye contact with her for a few seconds. He leant in to kiss his her again, her hands scratching his back as their perspiration mixed, driving her to the brink. She moaned a little as she felt his manhood at her entrance, teasing her a little more.

"Jūshirō…" she moaned against his mouth, her nails raking down his back as she pleaded with him.

"Are you ready? Rukia…" he asked, already knowing her response.

"Yes…please…" she implored him.

Her pleads were met however as he slowly entered her, letting her adjust to him, as he gently sheathed himself to the hilt within her. Rukia clutched at him as bliss coursed through her body, his size fairly more substantial than what she had had before. She cried out as he began to move, thrusting slowly at first, teasing her further before speeding up into a fast rhythm, gently yet powerfully moving within her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him even further within her as her hands gripped his shoulders and her head was thrown back in ecstasy. He carefully put his hands on her hips, propelling himself further as he thrust harder, causing her to moan louder.

He could feel her release as well as his own rapidly approaching, prompting him to thrust even more deeply within her, her quickened breaths becoming heavier and heavier by the second.

"Come for me," he asked seductively, giving a few final deep thrusts as she let go of her inhibitions and gave release, calling his name as she did so. Jūshirō gave one final thrust before he joined her, his own orgasm melting into hers as her walls hugged him tightly, his seed spilling within her.

They lay in that position for what seemed like an eternity as they rested, Rukia stroking Jūshirō's back as he lay over her. After a while, he pulled out before lying beside her and pulling her into him, spooning her as he buried his head into her neck, taking in her scent. Rukia listened as Jūshirō's breathing regulated and he stopped moving so much, sleep had taken over and she found herself succumbing to the drug quickly.

"I love you," she heard him whisper before falling immediately asleep, causing her to smile tiredly.

"I love you too," she replied, too tired to think about what they had actually done and the consequences. She too gave into the temptation, falling asleep in his arms as the final day began.

Please review! Thanks so much for all my reviews, I enjoy them muchly. Ok last chapter now, it will be sorta short but will tie it all off! See you soon!

Oh yes, and I wove some Inuyasha into it with the Higurashi Shrine! Hehe