Chapter: Nasty Naughty Boy

Shalan's Say: Woo… that was some chapter wasn't it? I'm so glad that all of you joined me for my favorite kind of chapter… LEMONS! And besides... I really don't want Genny62890 to explode... I hate exploding people... there's a ton more to come after this... so hang onto your seats

WARNING ADULT CONTENT: If you don't like it and you're still reading this story I have no idea what the hell you're smoking…

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Ichigo smiled as the little girl that was curled in his arm stretched on her back on the bed. She giggled as her father tenderly poked her belly. "I just love your belly…" he laughed and blew a raspberry on her stomach making her squeal with delight. He looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. Rukia looked pissed and he could understand why.

"YOU WERE USING ME?" She screamed at him. Ichigo threw his arms up in the air.

"Rukia!" He tried to touch her but she drew away.

"I KNEW YOU WERE FUCKING JUST LIKE THEM! WHY THE HELL DID I EVER LET MYSELF THINK YOU WEREN'T?" She threw an ash tray at him and he caught it.

"I HAVE A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE WHILE SAVING YOUR ASS AND THE FIRST THING YOU DO WHEN I GET HOME IS SHOUT AT ME?" He almost threw it back but he stopped himself.

"AND ALL THAT BULLSHIT ABOUT LOVING ME!" She turned on her heel and he grabbed her wrist.

"Rukia…" she swung around and slapped him across the face.

"What do you want…" he looked down at the little baby who squealed with delight as he blew another raspberry on her belly.

"My baby…" she told him as he smiled, kissing the baby girl on the forehead.

"She's my baby too you know…" he tucked his hand under the little baby's head. Rukia looked between them as they both gave her the same look. The little carrot-top had messy orange hair like her father's though Rukia was sure that it would be different once it grew out. Her brilliant blue eyes shimmered with delight as her father blew another raspberry on her stomach. She squealed again, her laughter echoing in the house.

"Ichigo… she needs to be put to bed…" she protested and he sighed, picking his daughter up in his arms.

"C'mon little one… bed time…" Ichigo walked towards the nursery that had been prepared for her. Rukia followed to make sure he didn't just take her and leave. He had returned from going to the hospital only a few hours earlier from visiting Uryu… so he was dressed in one of his Armani suits and Rukia chuckled, walking into the other room. "I love you baby girl…" he leaned down and kissed his daughter, his eyes filled with love. "Someday you'll know how much…" he stroked the side of her head. "Go to sleep now baby girl…" he rested a large hand against her round belly, his thumb wrapped in her hand. She closed her eyes, sealing her self for the night under her father's warm hand.

"Ichigo…" he heard a lowered and sensual voice from the doorway… He turned around and there she was. "See something you like?" Her black hair was down, hung and straight as a rail. Her modest breasts were clad in a black lace push up and the black boyshorts that clung to her hips and crown nearly drove him mad. The long ribbons that wrapped up her calves were tied neatly on the sides.

"Ru…" his voice squeaked. "Rukia…" He swallowed hard. She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him out of the nursery and shut the door, pulling him into the kitchen. The dim moonlight that was coming through the kitchen window illuminated her entire figure. She pushed him back into the wooden kitchen chair. He tilted his head back slightly. She was planning something. And he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

"Don't say anything…" she whispered as she straddled his lap as she slid off his jacket to the chair beneath him. This already wasn't going well. She pulled him down slightly so his back curved, his hips tilted towards her. She reached her hands back and suddenly he remembered. She grabbed the hand cuffs from his belt and hooked his hands together behind the chair, wrapping the short chain between one of the rungs. "Just relax…" she pressed herself up against him, grinding herself against his hips. "Now you want to tell me that you were just using me?" She continuously shifted against him and he groaned. It was worse that she had him so that he couldn't touch her. She shifted her body forward. "You want some…" she chuckled as he leaned his head forward, craning to kiss the valley between her breasts but she leaned back, her hands gripping the sides of the chair as she ground herself up against him. He let out another groan and bucked his hips back. She grinned.

"Just relax…" she stood up and he whined, watching her walk away. She walked around behind him and he tilted his head back. She loosened his tie and pulled it off.

"What are you doing?" He watched her as she walked back around to face him.

"You're going to regret lying to me…" she blind folded him with his own tie and he hissed at her only to have it turn into a whine as she straddled him, backwards. Her tight ass pressed against his navel, his growing erection rubbing deliciously against her as she ground her hips into him. He jerked on the handcuffs.

"Bugger…" he resigned as her hands slid down and around the back of his body to hold his ass, holding him tighter against her as she continued her torture. His breathing labored he jerked his hips upwards and she grinned, he was getting impatient. She turned around, easily placing her heels back on the floor, still grinding her hips against him. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt slowly her lips following her fingers down his chest. "Take… the belt off…" he commanded through gritted teeth and she ground herself harder against him. His pants were far too tight. He groaned loudly as her hand reached between them and ran along the hardened length.

"I don't think so…" she whispered, nipping and sucking on his ear lobe. He whimpered and as she drew away tried to catch a kiss from her lips. She pulled away from him and ground her hips hard and slowly against him, letting his entire length rub against her barely covered self. He groaned again, this time it was her name and she loved it. So she kissed his chest slowly, making her way down his muscled stomach and navel to the belt around his waist. She could see it, the growing bulge in his pants. She tilted her head as she slowly unbuttoned his belt, hearing him groan.

"Rukia…" His head tilted back as she slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. As soon as she pulled them down around his feet his boxers tented and she smiled. "Fuck don't you dare…" he felt her fingers on the band of his boxers and he moan lightly as the cotton slid along him. It was painful he had come to discover. She wanted him this way. She leaned forward after pulling the boxers down with his pants. Her lips kissed his tip, tenderly and Ichigo groaned. "Fuck…" it came out slow and steady like a drawn out sigh. Then her lips closed over him, her tongue massaging the sensitive flesh. She took half of him into her mouth and he groaned again as she sucked, gently. He groaned out loud as her tongue lashed against his stretched and hot flesh. He moaned again, bucking his hips into her as she took all of him in, sucking as he slid down her throat.

"Oh shit…" he panted as he broke into a sweat, her elbows rested on his knees, holding his legs down as she gripped the edges of the chair. He bucked his hips into her again. Dying to slide deeper into the slick throat he was already in. She knew he was already close. He wasn't used to her getting him this hot and bothered like this. Sweat dripped off his face and down his chest as she snaked her head, letting her teeth brush him as she her head bobbed slightly. Ichigo hated this, he couldn't touch her, he couldn't see her, all he could do was wait until she decided she was finished. If he had his way he would have grabbed her head already and thrust himself down her throat.

"Rukia!" He almost begged, he was so damn close he thought could fall at any second. She hummed lightly and the vibrations just made him groan louder. "I'm almost…" then she did something that severely pissed him off. She pulled her head away from him and stood up.

"There?" She lifted an eyebrow, looking as his sweat soaked body. He really was a figure of beauty. His muscular body shining in the dim moonlight, his member fully erect and his hands chained to the chair. She chucked and walked off, pulling the blindfold off and as he watched her tight ass walk out of the room he nodded his head. She had set him up from the beginning. But that wasn't going to stop him… he was going to get a piece of that ass tonight… if it killed him. Which… as he yanked on the cuffs… it just might.

Rukia hummed lightly as she pulled off her underwear, stepping into the brilliantly hot water. He would be there for a while.

Ichigo struggled against the cuffs. "Bugger! Bugger bugger bugger!" He got frustrated and jerked the chair around. "FUCK!" He shouted. How dare she?! HOW DARE SHE! He jerked his hands again. "BUGGER BUGGER!" He strained and froze as he heard the chair give partially. "Gun!" He scooted the chair towards his ammunition belt that she had thrown. He kicked his shoes off and unbuckled the little strap on the holster. "Gun gun gun…" he hummed as he pulled the weapon out with his toes. He scooted with the gun to the counter and slid it back until he heard it hit the wall beneath the counter. He leaned the chair back against the counter and slipped his hands down, straining. "Gun…" His fingers brushed the polished metal. "Must… reach…" he felt the chair slip a little and his finger looped through the trigger ring, pulling the gun up with him as he set the chair up.

Rukia scrubbed her body lightly with a devilish grin on her face. She heard a gunshot and her head jerked to the side. He cursed loudly and she chuckled. She had wrapped the cuffs around twice.

"BUGGER! DAMN WOMAN!" He stood up slightly, bucking his hips out as he pressed his heels against the chair legs. He jerked his arms again, fixing the other legs against the cabinet. "BUG-GER!" He grunted as he heard the satisfying crunch as his muscles flexed, pulling to their full capacity. "Hah…" He yanked his hands free. "Gotta get my hands in front…" he sat down on the floor and slid his hands, his left with blood running down in, underneath his own butt, sliding one leg back and lacing it through as he dislocated his shoulder, slipping his leg through. He slipped the other through and grinned, happy with himself.

She blinked as he stood in the shower door. "Good evening…" Ichigo grinned sexily as he pushed the door open. She backed up as he shut it behind him. She was cornered now. "Would you be so kind… as to remove these handcuffs?" He reached out and slipped his arms around her head and shoulders down to her waist. "Or shall I remove them myself?" He pushed her up against the wall of the shower as his hands reached for her conditioner.

"You can't do that…" she smiled as he dumped conditioner on his hands and rubbed his hands with it including his wrists.

"You wanna bet?" Suddenly he pulled his hands back and held up the hand cuffs by one finger. "Not possible huh?" He grinned and she frowned.

"How'd you Houdini your way out of that one?" Her frown grew. He smiled sexily.

"Now it's time you learned your lesson love…" He leaned forward and his lips met hers. Her hands ripped his soaked shirt off his body, her hands dragging down his back. He groaned into her mouth as he brushed her inner thigh. But she wasn't done. Her hand grabbed him, squeezing and he groaned again. But no… he wasn't going to let her do that. "You're going to pay…" he skipped the ritual foreplay and dove straight for an easy score but surprised her when he turned her around, bending her over, her arm twisted behind her back. He hand cuffed her hands to the shower bar and spread her legs, pushing into her. She cried his name and he tilted his head back.

"This is your lesson for today… so learn it… and learn it good," he spoke as he thrust into her. "Never… ever… ever…" he bucked his hips with each word, hearing her moan from beneath him. It was something new for her. She hated it… but liked it at the same time and as his hands gripped her hips she moaned out loud. "EVER! Leave me chained to a bloody chair…" he ground himself into her bending over, his chest pressed tightly against her back. Her cries built as he bucked his hips steadily into her.

"Ichigo!" He heard her insist as he moved harder, rougher, faster than before. His hands teased her breasts as his lips ghosted across her shoulders. Her eyes rolled back into her head. This position… wasn't half bad… her hands gripped the hand cuffs that were around her wrists as she felt her knees buckle under the pressure. His hands hooked around her shoulders, gripping them tightly.

His hips ground into hers as he jack hammered himself into her, the force that he was applying sending her mind wildly into the abyss until the only thing left in the world was his body and hers, tangled in a knot of pleasure as his body ground against hers. She had proven her point and he had proven his… but when her knees gave when she came and when he fell off and over the edge after her… for some reason… everything in the world seemed to turn back to normal. She was with him, he was with her… they didn't need anyone else in the world at that moment… just each other.

And as he lifted her, uncuffing her hands from the bar she knew… that that was all they needed anyways… each other…

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Rukia yawned and stretched, sometime in the early morning. She smiled over at the sleeping Ichigo, who had their daughter curled in the crook of his arm. She had decided that she wanted to sleep with them… fortunately she decided after he had proven his point to her mother. He had one arm wrapped around his fiancé's waist and the other arm curled around his baby daughter. Rukia smiled. Ichigo was a weird guy…

"Good morning…" he whispered and kissed her. She smiled against his lips and chuckled.

"She slept all night…" Rukia stroked her baby's head gently. "Good… cause we didn't…" she smiled as Ichigo's arm tightened around her waist, a smile on his face, his eyes closed.

"I love you…"

"I know you do…" she smiled as his hand gently rubbed her abdomen. "I love you, too…" she shifted so that their daughter rested between them, her head on her father's arm. She leaned forward, rested her head against his shoulder as his free arm wrapped around her waist.

"Marry me Rukia…" he whispered and she looked into his eyes. "Please…" his hand slid up her body to her face, gently cupping the side of her face.

"Ichigo…" she sighed and he dragged her lips to his.

"Marry me…"

"I will…" she whispered back as the taste of his lips invaded her mouth again. "Ichigo… the baby…" she chuckled and Masaki shifted grumpily.

"Oh… damn…" he grumbled.

"You woke the queen up…" Rukia pulled the little one up. "Good morning darling…" she smiled and Ichigo pulled her over again, her back pressing against his chest as she curled the baby against her chest.

Everything was going to be alright.

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HIIIII!

Aren't you glad you hung around? Hmmmmm?

Shalan