Chapter: El Tango De Roxanne
Shalan's Song: WOOO! How is everybody? It's been a while since I last updated this story… of course… a while for me is like…………… two days XDDDD Here's the next hare-brained chapter of The Best IS Yet To Come
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She sighed lightly in the locker rooms to the ice rink. Ichigo sat beside her, his fingers laced together, his chin on his hands. "This is going to be the death of me…"
"Don't worry about it Ichigo, it's just an expeditionary… we're not actually performing in a competition…" She chewed on her nails and he looked over at her.
"Yeah… that's why you're chewing your nails…" Ichigo spat. She hissed something under her breath that he didn't understand.
Ever since her friends had seen him in her house the rumors had spread, she had sleeping with a 20 year old man. He was her husband, he had gotten her pregnant, she was a whore and men came over to her house just to sleep with her and her beautiful choreographer.
She had wanted to kill him… but instead… she humiliated him… and he her
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She crept into his room the night before and had taunted him outside into the crisp Colorado air. He had followed her curiously and that was when it began.
Her lips met his and he was stunned. She unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it off, slamming his back against the wall. He kissed back with just as much force as she had applied and slid his hands up between her skin and her shirt. She easily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
He almost stopped but lust had already taken over his mind. She was still a little girl compared to him and it bothered him somewhat, but as her hands brushed over his nether regions he groaned into her mouth. Who cared? His jeans dropped around his feet and he pulled them off, it was a tad weird that they were outside and she pulled away, their breaths rising as steam before their faces, a shiny strand of saliva hanging between them as they dove back in.
Her face was heated, furious red, she could hardly breathe, his presence was overwhelming and she felt the air temperature rise. His hand yanked her tank top down and found one of her breasts, round and pert, young and tight. He felt rather like a pedophile but that flew his mind as she pushed against his hand, egging him on. 'Jesus…' he then wondered what this was all about. He wondered what she was doing out here with him… egging him towards sex… then his questioned was answered. She pulled away, dove down, pulling his boxers with her and grabbed his clothes, disappearing inside. His hands immediately went down to cover himself. "FUUUCK!" He shouted, he had been fooled all to easily by a teenage girl.
"HAHAHA!" He heard her laugh from above him. He tried opening the door. 'Fuck it's cold out here..' his mind seemed only to comprehend this.
"LET ME BACK IN THE DAMN HOUSE!" He shouted at her. She shook her head. "AT LEAST THROW ME A TOWEL OR SOMETHING!" He heard her laugh harder.
"SERVES YOU RIGHT! MAYBE I'LL LET YOU STAY OUT THERE!" She laughed and slammed the window shut."KUCHIKI! LET ME BACK IN THE FUCKING HOUSE! RIGHT NOW!" He shouted at her and trotted back to the door hopefully.
What Kisuke saw standing behind the house was a figure that made him laugh. Ichigo Kurosaki in all his naked glory was standing at the back door with blue lips looking like a lost puppy. But as soon as he opened the door the naked skater stormed past him and up the stairs.
Yoruichi stared at him as he walked by naked. "Hmmm…" then she laughed. He looked pissed. "I wonder what happened there…" She asked Kisuke and he shrugged.
Ichigo stormed into him room, pulling on fresh boxers and jeans. He yanked a long sleeved shirt over his head and walked out towards her door as he pulled on his socks.
"YOU'RE GOING TO GET WHAT'S COMING TO YOU KUCHIKI!" He shouted and tried to open the door. 'Of course it's locked Kurosaki…' he frowned and slammed his hands against the door and felt it give slightly. No… that was not the way to do this. He would wait until the opportune moment.
His moment came when he heard the shower start. He grinned behind his magazine and put it down.
This was going to be the best payback he could ever give her. He walked down the hallway towards the bathroom and pulled out the key to the handle. He unlocked the door and walked into the bathroom. "KUROSAKI!" She screamed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" she struggled against his muscular arms trying to get free but he was too strong. He carried her to the window and threw her out. It wasn't much of a drop but she fell, naked, to the ground in front of all of her neighbors… did I mention that she was naked?
That was how they had come to terms. She had eventually apologized her for actions after she sprained her ankle in the fall… and Ichigo had apologized for being a jerk to her and ruining her reputation… and for once, there was peace in the house.
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She looked over at him and he looked back, then looked down. She wore a striking black and crimson dress that looked open in the back to her tailbone and it opened down in front of her bellybutton, flames of black covered her modest breasts and part of her flat tummy. It hung down on one side to her knee and just past it. The other side it went up to her hip. It was tight and was mostly black, the frill around the bottom of the skirt was scarlet and there was a scarlet strip up the arm to the neck of the outfit. Her black hair was pulled back in an elegant braid which ended to the left in a bun. Attached to the bun was a brilliant red flower clip.
He wore a pair of long black pants with an open black vest. Around his neck were two black strings attached to one was a cross. His orange hair was messy as usual but he looked nervous. He was fiddling with the hem of his vest and she noticed this.
"Ichigo…" she placed a hand on his shoulder and he kissed it.
"Bring me good luck tonight…" he looked up at her and she smiled.
"Ichigo… we've practiced this routine a hundred times… if you make me too uncomfortable I may forget it…" she grinned and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her up against his side. She leaned on him. Over the past few months he had become something of a brother to her, a sexy as hell brother that she had kissed passionately a few nights back…
"I know… I know…" He pressed his face into her stomach, he had never been this nervous before… not that he could remember. He felt her trembling and knew she was just as nervous as he was. "We'll be alright…" he closed his eyes and listened to her heart beat. His forehead pressed against her tummy. Her hands resting on his shoulder she tilted her head down in a silent prayer. She prayed that she would be allowed to screw up this time… and as they slid out onto the ice she suddenly felt a weight lift. Out on the ice they were Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki… they weren't two human beings intertwined in a psychotic romance… they weren't a high school student and a fully grown man… no… they were two ice skaters… they were Kurosaki and Kuchiki, the best skaters on the planet… and nothing was going to stop them.
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He settled himself, his pelvis held firmly against hers, one of her long legs wrapped around his waist, the other holding her in place as she leaned back, her head nearly touching the ground. She closed her eyes and waited as she shifted slightly, settling himself against her. If this were any other time the position would have been erotic, not that it wasn't erotic to have his nether regions pressed tightly against hers. She knew what he looked like naked and that image invaded her mind as she hung from his waist. She was glad he had the ability to control himself… and she herself… otherwise… they probably would have torn the other's clothes off by now.
Not that either of them would admit to how stimulating it really was to be held so tightly against the other. The music began and she slowly lifted up, her leg still hooked around his waist. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest and he almost flinched as she slid her other leg back, sliding her body down his. She dropped, her knees never hitting the ice. He was extremely professional and as her lips passed near him. He shuddered lightly as her lips travelled back up his muscular stomach and chest as the music suddenly became stronger and he stepped her back. She followed him and they were off, he slid her along the ice, spinning her slightly before they took off gliding. His hand on her waist at all times. She spun away from him and pulled off one of her famous quads with ease, her fingers brushing his chin, seemingly bewitching him into following her as she slid backwards out of the axel.
He followed and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her up against him and they moved in unison as the next part of the song came on.
His eyes upon your face…
He swung her around and she slammed against him, her body meeting his, a leg wrapping around his waist as he slid his hands along it. He grabbed her ankle and spun her, their bodies aligning and swinging them around in a wide circle, coming back together she pushed away from him as the music built. She skated away and beckoned to him as the violin challenged him.
The song started again and he slid after her, they picked up speed, pulling off a synchronized double axel and he grabbed her improvising much to Yoruichi's dismay and with the last strand of music threw her into the air. She gritted her teeth and spun into her quad, landing it, sliding backwards, sliding her hand along Ichigo's chin as she slammed her body back against his her leg hooked around his waist, his hand on her heart between her breasts, his face buried in her neck, her back arced.
The crowd around them erupted into a chorus of cheers as their chests heaved. They had pulled it off without a hitch. Their eyes locked together and a warm embrace followed, his arms wrapped around her waist , lifting her up, her arms wrapped around his neck. "We did it…" she panted and he nodded. They grasped hands and bowed to the crowed, either side and skated around the rink waving until they left the ice.
What was waiting for them was not what they expected. Ichigo had expected Yoruichi to be pissed but instead her arms were thrown around their necks. "You two are amazing!" She then slapped them both across the face. They blinked.
"It was his idea…" she pointed at Ichigo and he looked over at her.
"It was… not…" he smiled and Yoruichi pointed.
"We're going home and talking about this…"
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UH OH!
Stupid Ichigo! He got them in trouble with Yoru-Yoruichi!
Dance dance
Shalan