I DON'T OWN BLEACH

Ichigo/FemBya

Uninvited

"We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls." ~Anais Nin

Part two; A far off Place

As children it is said we are like a sponge, absorbing everything from our speech patterns to the way we think from the people around us. No one understands this more than Byakuya Kuchiki. Words flow in waterfalls to our open ears filling up our souls with oceans of emotion. We say so many words each day. They ring out loud and bold, or whisper sweetly in our ears. But it's the tone of the spoken words that carry with them so much meaning.

"Captain Kuchiki?"

"His heart is perfect. Let's go ahead and harvest it." That's right, they were ripping out his heart when she found him on an operating table. His heart. Ichigo's large, beating heart -before he was even dead.

"Captain, I think you need a new desk."

"He shouldn't have to die that way... not young and beautiful.. Beautiful, I think Ichigo is beautiful? Yes, I do think he is incredibly-" Did he hear those terrifying words? The words that would mean his death?

"Captain?" Renji sets a hand on Byakuya's shoulder only to feel her icy grip squeezing his fingers together. "O-O-O-Ouch! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were asleep."

"I was not sleeping." She gives him a very cold glare. The darkest one she has ever created, just to scare the shit out of him. He wouldn't be Renji if she couldn't tease him a bit.

"I mean... thinking about work with your eyes closed." he adds before pulling his hand away and returning to the corner of the room where his desk sits. "I think my index finger is broken!" Plopping his butt in the chair he grumbles a few minutes without getting an apology. Over the past few months she has been so... well more distant than normal. Moody Kuchiki is what the other captains are calling her behind her back. All of them but Ichigo that is. "Ichigo.. you fucker. You are here for five minutes and you make captain. Me, I'm here my whole life and I'm still stuck without a promotion... and with Bankai I might add!" Exhaling a sharp blast of air out his nose he continues to fill out the mission logs from last week.

A large crack appeared in the sky and hollows poured into the Seireitei. Almost all of the captains fought off the attack including Byakuya and Ichigo. However, something strange happened. During the battle Ichigo seemed to keep close to his captain. And once Ichigo even took a massive hit that would have struck her. Renji can't keep his mind off of it. It's been six months since Ichigo arrived here. No one could even believe what the Captain had done to save him. Yet, they don't talk or meet up at all? Even during captain's meeting Byakuya keeps her distance, so why is he all protective? What the hell is going on with them?

The knock at the door draws him out of his chair. Swiping away the heavy thoughts of the morning, Renji opens the door to find Ichigo standing there in a sparkling white haori. "What do you want?"

"I want to see Byakuya. If she isn't busy." Ichigo says tilting his head to look behind Renji.

"Captain..." Renji leans in to block Ichigo's view, his voice coming out flat and lifeless. "Captain Kurosaki is here to see you. Should I tell him you are busy and kick his ass out of here?" Cracking his fingers together he smiles wide at the irritated look on Ichigo's face. "Want me to tell him you are busy or out of the office?"

"Oi.. Renji, you bastard. I'm standing right here." The orange-haired shinigami growls trying to push inside the door. "Byakuya tell Renji to heel."

"Abarai." Why is the one person she doesn't want to see standing in her doorway giving Renji a hard time. "Ichigo..." Damn him and that adorable smirk of his. "Go file the mission logs from last week and then take an hour for lunch." Byakuya says to Renji opening her desk drawer and setting a pen inside. "Here it starts..." Everyday, every single day since he came to Soul Society Ichigo has appeared in her doorway with the same unthinkable question. "I am a liar."

She has done nothing but think about his request. He is after all a man who can say the simplest of things and it carry the deepest of meaning. Yet, it's the secret intent of those words that chases at her resistance. Selfish desires locked inside an uninvited heart sometimes spill out honest confessions. She is a woman who carries a lot of fear.

Soon as the door shuts, Ichigo grabs Renji's chair dragging it along the floor in a loud scratching sound before turning it around so he can straddle it. So far he has been polite and respectful, but he can only take no for an answer so long before changing his tactics. Once seated he leans his arms along the back and places his chin on his arms. Today he has an entirely different plan. It's a winner. He can feel it. "Today, you are going out with me."

Byakuya glances up at him in expectation, but instead of the question he only meets her gaze with a smile. Warm and filled with affection, that face alone can break a woman driven by self control and responsibility to do things she swore to herself she should NEVER try to do. Ichigo is just that handsome.

People say a lot of things. Things they don't mean, things really, really do. And when Ichigo speaks it's always laced with feeling and emotional richness.

Byakuya has long since considered the many times he has come to her with the same question, leaving her feeling suddenly empty for his presence. How that grates at her mind. Today for the first time since he began his interrogation, her ears hope to hear the words again. So why is he just staring at her? "Is he finally ready to stop trying?" Stubbornly stoic, she returns his warm gaze ignoring the fluttering in her own stomach. The cocky smile, the way his chin rests on his arm... he is an insufferable bastard. But a very cute bastard.

Suddenly Ichigo rises from the chair, and just as Byakuya's heart squeezes in fear that he might actually give her what she wants -surrendering this foolishness, he surprises her by picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. "W-What are you doing! Put me down!"

"No." he replies firmly before darting out her window ignoring her cries.

"I-Ichigo, what could you possibly gain by this behavior? Release me at once!"

"Eh... I already said no to that, Byakuya. Are you actually repeating yourself?" Ichigo chuckles poking at her pride just enough to feel a knee kick at his stomach. "Ugh... now just be good for another few seconds or you won't get your surprise."

"I-I do not need a surprise from the likes of you!" Comes her swift denial only to be met with a scoffing sound from his throat. His cuteness has a limit! Alright, maybe somewhere very, very deep down she might actually like the attention he is giving her. But it's honestly pointless, she lives behind tall walls of tradition made of oak. Ichigo on the other hand is like the wild winds blowing in a open blue sky, he has never met a single barrier he couldn't overcome with his blustering will alone.

"No, she does... she really, really does!" Ichigo silently argues setting his feet down on the stone platform of the senkaimon. "We are ready."

"Very good." Juushiro Ukitake replies opening the gate. As the couple passes by he catches the red blush on Byakuya's face as she avoids eye contact with him. No one will envy Ichigo Kurosaki in his choice of a woman. However, it seems so like him that he would set his eyes on the most difficult woman in all of Soul Society. "The young man loves a challenging lady. Good for him."

Within a few quick flash steps, Byakuya finds herself in a small town square in the human world as a noisy festival parade marches by.

"The portal is closed behind us, and won't reopen until tomorrow." he says setting her feet gently on the road. "Now I'm certain you can't run away."

"Tomorrow? I can't be gone overni-" Before she can blink to get some kind of idea where she is, Ichigo has tugged her into a hotel placed a key card and Soul Candy into her palm. "What's this?"

"In your room, you will find some human clothes. Please meet me back down here in thirty minutes."

Byakuya appears on the street after popping into a gigai and the quaint dress he picked out for her. Lightly stepping across the busy road she sees Ichigo changed into a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. He looks masculine and very grown up to her as he leans against a light pole carelessly kicking a stone with his foot. "Hi." she says with an unsure wave.

"Damn..." he whispers looking Byakuya up and down. The pale lavender summer dress comes down to her knees with tiny straps on her shoulders and an high empress waistline accenting her perfect sized breasts. To Ichigo they are perfect. Round and full, not too big or too small. Byakuya's breasts are the ones he could look at the rest of his life. "You look nice." Damn. She looks better than that. But he isn't sure how to express the way she makes him feel properly. "Ready?"

"Yes." she replies tilting her head down.

The late afternoon glow shifts into evening, winds sweep through the vast valley and over Byakuya's skin. "It's pleasant, and quiet." she says glancing at him as they arrive in the middle of nowhere.

"Yeah, I wanted to find a nice place, you could relax and not worry about anything." He shows her a large plaid colored blanket spread out in the center of a vast green hillside. "Have a seat."

Slipping off her shoes she kneels to sit on her legs curious at what Ichigo has planned. "It's... very empty." Byakuya doesn't see much of anything the dim light of sunset is fading quickly past the horizon. Eyeing him stealthily she immediately notices how the sun played lovingly with the rich color of his hair and how his face looked even more handsome when he enjoyed something so apparently.

"That's the idea." he whispers, sitting next to her and gesturing to the basket of food on his left.

They eat the modest picnic stealing glances at each other, as the area begins to bathe in moonlight.

"The moon is lovely tonight." Byakuya says glancing up and admiring the way the moon's rays catch his vibrant hair. She can not remember the last time she felt this relaxed in anyone's presence. But then, Ichigo isn't just anyone. What she couldn't help wonder is... if that attractive tattoo is there... on his back. And would he let her touch it. Would he?

The wind calms allowing the first hints of dew float down unseen to chill at her shoulders. The flowers exhale, filling the air with a cloud of sweet scents. Byakuya closes her eyes, trying to take in everything, to accept anything he might want in return. The pleasant coolness against her skin, the quiet murmur of the breeze swaying the grass, everything draws her into a blanket of comfort. For the first time she wants to give him a bit of affection. She can smell the fresh spicy scent of Ichigo's skin, the closeness of his body is seductive and of course she is damn curious about that tattoo.

Noticing the slight pink tint to her cheeks darken into a roesy blush Ichigo's exhales a relaxing sigh of satisfaction. "She's stopped fighting. It was worth it... so very worth it to see this expression."

Ichigo moves next to her and pulls her between his legs, his arms wrap gently around her slender shape. "Are you cold?" he asks tilting his head in the crook of Byakuya's shoulder.

"A little." she says ever so carefully leaning back into his embrace. Ichigo's warmth and strength linger so very close. It's still scary but not bad. You see battles don't scare Byakuya, it's things like this that really eat at her. However Ichigo is smart. He brought her her to a far off place. There are no eyes to look at her in this vast empty valley, none but Ichigo's and she wants his gaze.

"I'm going to kiss you tonight." he boldly states, with his lips near her ear. Noticing her shoulders stiffen slightly he slides his hands down her arms to ease her nerves. "It'll be alright." Leaning his head even closer to her neck the scent of her sweet skin floods his senses begging him to drown in it. "Oh, I really want to kiss you."

His words make her skin sizzle. Featherly light kisses tease seductively at her neck. She flushes fighting the need to smile, as a wave of pleasure pool in her belly. His lips tickle at her neck until they search out the right place to flick his tongue over.

Byakuya's head tilts allowing him more room to explore, and his tender lips move with an eagerness that takes her breath away. With her body heating up, her hands reach to her sides gripping his thighs. His hands on her shoulders come around her body to hold her waist. "His lips are like fire on my neck." Byakuya's emotions start to lift, giving her body feeling lighter, captivated by his powerful embrace. "Alright... Ichigo." she finally says in a light voice.

Given permission he doesn't wait, he grabs her and tugs so her back hits the blanket. Hovering over her for a moment he stares down at her inviting plump red lips, and the deep blue of her eyes echoing a silent fear. "It'll be alright, Byakuya." Ichigo tells her, his eyes meeting her unsure gaze. "You're so sweet."

"I'm not." she replies struggling not to turn away from, but his finger presses to her lips stopping her words.

"You are to me, Byakuya." Ichigo says with a crooked smile. People always assume she doesn't care, that she is incapable of any type of emotion other than disdain. But he sees her, is aware that her coolness is only a cover for how many walls she has built up around her. Just like that massive entrance to the Kuchiki manor, she is well barricaded keeping her feelings locked up and everyone who approaches locked out. Despite that Ichigo wants her. "Save all your sweetness for me." he whispers before crushing his lips over hers. Another taste of a heavenly rush fills his chest with hope. His mouth tugs on hers feasting on the softness of her lips. The faint sound he was waiting for makes his lips leave hers. "Open your eyes."

Soon as her eyes focus on Ichigo a boom erupts far above them in the midnight sky. Streaking in red flecks the dark is pushed back with bold fireworks. "Oh..." she gasps in surprise. Bathed in reds and blues, and gold hues the colors shimmer just above the valley and light up his face. Between the booms and flickering lights the smile on his face grows serious. In slow motion and he leans down and kisses her again. The feeling of his lips make her crash inside, she reaches out and grabs the hem of his white shirt to hold on. The kiss grows deeper as the rumbling in her chest excites her senses with each thunderous boom. Air isn't important, food, or drink is just a temporary fix for a hunger like this. His mouth draws at hers, his course tongue slicking over her upper lip. More, yes, she wants more of him. Clutching at his shirt her dainty fingernails dig at his clothing pulling him closer.

Byakuya's slender legs open to cradle Ichigo's hips. The world feels on fire tonight. Sliding his lips down her neck he listens to her gasping for a breath. "Keep your eyes open." he tells her before kissing a path down to her dress.

"You are missing the fireworks." she says a little loudly trying to speak about the roar of explosions.

"I'm not. I can feel them." His fingers tug down the straps of her dress and his lips press to the part between her breasts. "I can feel the sky from here." Lavishing long open kisses on the sides of her breasts he can feel the rumble of the fireworks in her body. Her heart is there too pounding away a seductive rhythm that's hell bent on torturing him. "Oh, I feel you."

"Ichigo." Her chest starts to rise and fall, and her body arches up, but she refuses to shut her eyes. Unwilling to block out anything she keeps taking in the night sky lighting up for her. It moves her, no he moves her to this strange place, her emotions seemingly bursting with the fireworks. This is the moment to decide. Allow it or close off from what he is offering. "I like so many things about him and I don't want him to grow tired and leave me alone. I like him. I really do like Ichigo." Unable to bear the temptation she smooths her hands down to the buttons on his shirt and begins hastily undoing them.

Busy with his own exploration his white shirt is yanked down before he notices. Leaning up on his palms he looks at her for a moment almost in a daze.

Byakuya's lips slowly part, shining softly with moisture, full and inviting. Giving him a nod, she lifts her hips up enough to remove her panties and set them next to the picnic basket. "What are you waiting for?"

"Once won't be enough. " His strong fingers hold the woman's delicate chin tenderly. "Do you understand, Byakuya?" Pressing his lips softly against hers, Ichigo pours all his need into the kiss. And like a rush her taste floods his senses. She is practically melting into him when he eagerly deepened the kiss and softly flicked his tongue against her warm parted lips. Vaguely he became aware of her hands insistently pushing the shirt off his shoulders.

The lull in the fireworks quickly ends, and the thunder returns this time faster. Lips like honey kiss him into a frenzy. Feet push at his hips and his pants as he kisses her back. Clothes... clothes are just annoying. Releasing her for a moment he fumbles with his belt and pants to remove them.

Soon as his pants lay near his shoes he turns back to her, but she is next to him, and climbing onto his lap. Before he can mutter a response her arms circle his shoulders and she curls around him. The wetness of her sex slides against his hard cock leaving a moist trail up to the round tip. "Ohhh, what about foreplay-"

"Next time." Byakuya impatiently pushes his cock inside her with a smooth tilt of her body. Instantly arms wraps around her waist, and hot palms press at her backside. "Just let me feel you." It's a tight fit, even as wet as she is and it takes a bit of work to get him all the way in. However, once she settles in and adjusts to his girth the rest of the world fades lost somewhere in the fireworks as Ichigo and Byakuya rock together.

Clutching helplessly at the lavender skirt of her dress he wrings it into a fist while she lifts up and down. Leaning up his body supports her easily. His lips finding her breasts warm and inviting for his mouth to suck on.

It's been so long since he has been with anyone, even longer for Byakuya that the tension builds between them lightening fast. Hot breathy kisses fan over her already hardening nipples making her shiver strongly as her skin is sucked into his hot mouth. "Ahhh!" Her hips rock with shocking accuracy into the cradle of his spread thighs.

"Oh damn, you feel good." he groans the unmistakable sign of his own need for her, is hard and pulsating inside her. "Byakuya..." Ichigo's voice sounds slightly raspy as he whispers into her delicate ear enjoying tiny shivers that racked through her trembling body. Curling an arm under her right leg his hips move up into her stretching and opening her wider. His reward comes quickly her body trembling, her voice lifting from his each small thrust. But it's not enough, he wants to experience everything she is feeling.

A hand yanks Byakuya's dress over her head, and the cool air hits her skin hard. A split second later she is on her back and Ichigo is descending upon her. "Ahhh!" Surprised at his passionate and impulsiveness she can only lift her arms and wind them around his shoulders. The tips of her cool fingers caress gently along the flexing muscles under Ichigo's skin.

"Damn!" he moans and then he is back, his lips descending upon hers. Soon he is riding hard and fast, her pussy walls griping him tight. Their combined gasps and moans soon joined the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. He can see Byakuya's mouth falling open in a voiceless scream while her body helplessly arches high from the intense wave of pleasure coursing through her.

"I-Ichigo!" The orgasm ripples through her, the peak almost overwhelming. Her body rocks against his, her pussy clamping mercilessly around his cock. "Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!" Ichigo's tempo is excruciating, instead of easing off the orgasm arcs higher.

"Byakuya!" he groans moving in and out of her tight body with deep relentless thrusts loving the friction on his cock. Her small hands drift down his back towards his buttocks and squeeze. "Ohhh! " The pleasure proves too much for him and his heavy cock twitches out the beginning of his climax. "Nnnngh!"

She feels him so deep inside her, his warm seed spilling in her deepest places. His face is taut and strained but he looks so confident and happy. Her palms smooth over his cheeks, touching that dependability he breathes out so easy. Byakuya's can feel the affection all the way in her heart. No, he is there already, has been there since their first meeting in fact. It's where she wants Ichigo to remain, forever. "I love you, Ichigo", she whispers, her fingers caressing his sweaty brow and along his jaw.

Ichigo's face contorts with emotions and his body stills for a moment above her before he started to move again, a boyish smile blooming on his face as he kisses her reddened lips."I am so happy."

We have a power over people with our words. They are unseen weapons brandished at people we love, and often by people we hate. The deeper the feelings inside, the more important are the things we say. So we can use our words wisely, to hurt, to heal and to love. And... to connect to each other.

Hey all here is part2 I hope you like it. Next up will be FemGrim or maybe FemUlqui. What would you like? HUGS and kisses^^ Fuzzi