Chapter: Don't Let Me Go

Shalan's Yakity Yak: The heart may freeze or it can burn… uhm yeah… I'm listening to the RENT soundtrack… I HEART RENT! XDDDD anyways… onto the lemon lemon no? n.n you guys have been waiting for this one… anyways… some explaining to do… and then a little more things to do and then the lemon… and don't worry… this most certainly is maybe… the middle chapter… not even… there's about one more chapter until we get to the middle XDDD… I have much more up my sleeve than just my little lemon… XDDDD of course… this chapter… might just be the whole lemon… yep! Four pages of lemon coming right up!

WARNING ADULT CONTENT: LEMON! LEMON LEMON! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT AND COMPLAIN TO ME!

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"There was nothing else I could do… what was I supposed to do? Just LEAVE her there?" he shouted at someone. Rukia sat on the bed staring off into space. "FINE! FUCK!" He hung up the phone and turned around to face her, she sat on the bed, now she was staring at him. "You can stop looking at me like I fucking tried to rape you…" he stormed off and her eyes followed him. He stormed back in and stood before her. "I've figured out your problem…" He told her and she blinked up at him silently.

She stared as he unbuckled his ammunition belt and his regular belt with steady hands, her face flushed as he unbuttoned his slacks and dropped them along with his boxers to the ground. His chest was already bare from earlier when she had taken off his shirts to wrap his arm. However, now he stood before her in the nude and she stared at him like he had lost his mind.

"You can now say that you've seen me naked…" he tilted his chin up, folding his hands together against his own rear end and stared back. She wondered how he could possibly stand in front of her completely naked without even blushing. His eyebrows lifted up as she stood and took a step towards him. "Go ahead… I'm not going to do anything… you may satisfy your curiosity." He looked off to the side, 'not voluntarily anyways…' he smirked slightly.

It was as she suspected, he was nothing more than just a surging wire of sexual desire… and it was drawing her in. "I'm not going to bite…" He snickered and she threw him a dirty look. "Neither one…" he snorted again and decided to stop making dirty jokes, it was just making her more nervous.

"Can… I…" her voice was questioning and he looked off to the side as if to say 'why else would I strip down?' He felt her hand on his navel and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head their lips touched.

He had to resist the temptation to grab her and rip her clothes off; he also had to resist the temptation to melt into a blob of putty as her fingers brushed the semi erect member. Her lips moved against his and he opened his mouth, hating giving her the control but he had to. He knew he had to. Her tongue flitted in, timid, like her, but became bolder and rushed through his entire mouth and again, he had to resist the urge to rip her clothes off. He had to be patient.

Her hands ignored his nether regions for some time; just flowing over his back and chest, memorizing every scar and every etched inch of him. Their tongues tangled as her hands slid up his chest to his neck to his face, pulling him down to her. He finally lifted a hand and cupped the side of her face, delving his tongue into her, tasting the sweet nectar of her body. He wondered what she tasted like if just her mouth was this good.

Her hands made their way down his body, tracing the lines of his etched hips downwards. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head as her hand ran slowly along his length. "Jesus…" She heard him breathe and almost drew her hand back but his hand caught her wrist. "That's not a bad…" as she heard him speak her other hand brushed it again and he shut up, letting out a groan. Her thumb traced the shaft lightly all the way up, then her hand went lower, much to his dismay.

He felt his knees buckle as her cool hand tenderly graced the sac beneath. He felt his entire body shut down as her curious fingers made their way back up to the shaft and she heard another groan from him. She looked up at him only to see his eyes were closed, his back leaning against the wall to keep him standing. His breath was coming in pants and she loved the control. His life seemed to hinge on her, his whole being was under her control… she had him at her mercy.

"Is that a good thing?" She whispered as her lips planted a kiss on his jaw. He opened and eye to look at her and tilted his head.

"Is… what?" Her hand squeezed him lightly and another groan was ripped from his throat. He felt his legs tremble, they weren't going to hold him up much longer. He knew he was going to have to take control at some point… but letting her go until he came wouldn't be such a bad idea either…

Her grin suddenly became devilish and Ichigo lifted an eyebrow as he saw her drop out of his sight. He knew what was coming, but he didn't realize that she knew anything about it… of course… curiosity tended to be the best teacher… and since she was going in inexperienced she'd probably find everything about him that made him melt like putty.

Her tongue flicked across his head and his eyes did roll back into his head, she was bolder than he thought. He wasn't going to let her continue this, her reign of terror upon his body. He couldn't, his hand reached down and pulled her up roughly, pulling her lips to his.

"I don't think you can have any more time…" He whispered as his kissed her, hard. His body felt possessed, she had driven his lust up high enough that he was having trouble controlling himself. His carnal desires said he should be able to just rip her clothes off and she would be submissive but his mind and what he knew of her told him that she would be just as fiery as in her everyday life. She would toy with him until the end.

"What's wrong? Did I anger you?" She gasped as his hands ripped open her blouse. His lips conquered hers as his hand pulled down the lace bra that covered her breasts. Soft white flesh tumbled out as he shredded through her undergarments. He threw it to another corner in the room. He pushed her back towards the bed, stepping her backwards as his lips tortured hers, his presence overwhelming her.

"You might have…" He whispered in the milliseconds between kisses. His thumbs invaded her jeans and yanked them down, breaking the zipper. His hands gripped her ass tightly, eliciting a moan from her as his lips kissed her neck roughly.

"So sorry… maybe you shouldn't have tempted me…" she felt her head snap back as his fingers found her soaked center, his fingers brushing the tender and slightly swollen flesh. God she was wet, soaked right through. His fingers brushed against the fabric covered skin and heard her delicious whine. He didn't think he was going to make it… oh no… her moans were too much for him, driving his carnal desires through the roof, there was no way that this was going to end well, not that he could see anyways.

"I guess…" He whispered as their lips met again. "That I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson…" the temperature in the room went up fifteen degrees as he pulled down her underwear and slid his middle finger across the sensitive flesh. She was paralyzed, torn between pain and pleasure. Her body was humming but her mind was telling her that this was bad, and that once he had sex with her he was going to just leave her… she was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice him pushed her back onto the bed. Her eyes stared up into his as he held himself over her. "I'm in New York… where are you?" he whispered and she blinked up at him. Ichigo wasn't like that… Ichigo would never do anything to hurt her… as his lips met hers she felt all of her worries fly away, she was in Ichigo's arms, where nothing bad could ever happen to her.

His fingers slid slowly into her, pushing into her, wet and hollow. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' as his lips coated her breasts with heated kisses. Her body responded and her back arced sensually as his fingers began their solid movement.

She had no idea that sex was like this. Was this even considered sex or was it foreplay? She didn't know but whatever it was it felt so good she didn't care. Her body was under his control, her entire system focused on those fingers that were inserted into a place where she didn't even like to go herself.

"Ichigo…" she whimpered and he drew away, the whimper was something he associated with fear for her. "…don't stop… please…" she whined, her body twisting. Sweat dripped down his face onto her stomach and he panted, catching his breath but then dove down, he heard her choke his name through a heavy groan as his tongue lapped through her.

Her body writhed beneath him as his tongue flitted up into her passage and her body broke into a sweat. He knew she would come for him soon. Boy was he going to enjoy that. He tortured her opening a little longer before moving to the little bud that he loved so much. His lips clasped over it and he bit down gently, that was the last straw for her. He heard her cry his name, gasping as her primary orgasm thundered through her body. He heard her pant as he lapped up her juices, sucking them down like nectar.

He didn't say anything as nothing needed to be said. His fingers slid into her again, making her writhe as he appeared over her again. Her eyes opened as he pulled his fingers out. She opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing but then she didn't have to as his tip brushed her soaked flesh. Her chest heaved as she tried to breathe.

This was Ichigo.

He wouldn't hurt her.

He would never hurt her.

He loved her more than anything in the world.

This was Ichigo. And he wasn't anything like any of the other men in the world.

She arced her back as he slid in, a quarter of his length and a groan was torn from his own lips, pressing his face into her collarbone. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his eyes rolled back into his head. Was he really doing this? Was Rukia Kuchiki really beneath him on the bed? Or was he just screwing someone else to get rid of her again? He opened his eyes and there she was. The striking angel with the pale skin and black hair, her blue eyes closed, sweat dripping down her face, her body arced up against him.

She was here.

He resisted the urge to enter her completely until her legs tightened around him, pulling him in until he was sheathed so tightly against her hips that it made him bit her shoulder to keep from groaning out loud. His hips began their solid rocking movement and Rukia adjusted herself, letting her body rock with his. What was so wrong with this? Why had she stayed away from it for so long? His lips made searing lines down her neck and shoulders as their bodies moved in rhythm.

In her inexperience mind, she had decided, that Ichigo Kurosaki… was a sex god. He was a beautiful Adonis with a sex drive like no other… and what he could make her feel nearly knocked her over. His lips met hers again as they dissolved into passionate open mouthed kisses as their bodied moved in unison.

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His hand graced the dip of her waist, the slope of her hip, the curve of her thigh. She lay asleep next to him, his right arm beneath her head, his left now tracing the paths that had wanted to follow for nearly two years. Here she was… before him, in all of her naked glory. He loved it. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, only to have her kiss him back.

"You're awake…" he whispered, his amber eyes dark. She nodded, keeping her eyes closed. Her body was covered in goose flesh he noticed and he pulled up the covers around them. His hand gripped her hip and pulled her up against him, wrapping his free arm around her waist so that their stomachs were pressed together.

"Don't let me go…" she whispered, burying her face in his chest. He rested his chin on her head and sighed.

"I don't plan on it…" he replied as she snuggled even closer so that her chest pressed against his, her legs tangling through his. "I don't plan on it…"