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He had been half asleep when he heard her groan his name. It was strange, in the fact that most people would've concluded exactly what Rukia was doing. Ichigo, however, seemed either too tired or too innocent to think of such situations. He had darted to his closet, thinking Rukia was sick or injured, or maybe even being attacked.
With his unbeatable speed, he opened the closet and realized his mistake instantly. Why hadn't he even thought to knock? There Rukia was, in the midst of passion, taking care of herself.
He had thought to run, but it was like he was frozen in place there. He didn't know if it was from shock or because he was too busy watching her half-naked form, jolting under the light sheet.
She was simply breathtaking and interesting to watch. Her hands were more agile in these activities than Ichigo would've liked, but he watched her light touches move slowly across her chest and down her legs. His breathing hitched into his mouth as she moaned his name slightly to the air. He could feel his blood boil with intensity. He knew then that he had to leave, or he himself might join her, but somehow he found himself stationary to the floor. It didn't take long before she saw him. In that instant she refrained and quickly sat herself up.
Her ebony locks were plastered to her slick, pale neck, and face and her cobalt eyes avoided his own. Her shoulders twitched as sobs racked her body. Ichigo hadn't the slightest idea in how to handle the situation; he tried to think of the right words to say.
She sat there staring at her sheets, which she used to conceal her small, delicate digits. Her head was lowered and her eyes glistened with a slight trace of tears.
"I'm sorry…" Ichigo muttered, unable to reach any other words as he stared at the figure before him. "I-I didn't know…"
A Form Of Greeting…
He didn't know if he had said anything more or if they had sat in silence for a couple minutes. Time seemed to be an illusion at the moment. It was either too fast or moved uncomfortably too slow. Right now, Ichigo wanted terribly to run to his bed and shove his face into his pillow, but he was frozen. His legs refused to move at the moment. It was as if, time, itself had paralyzed them.
"Hello," Ichigo jumped, at Rukia's bitterly shaken voice. "Ichigo."
His name precipitated from her lips shakily and with uncertainty; it was unlike Rukia to talk in lack of cockiness or irritability (maybe that was how her voice was when she was confident). It had been the same name she had been shouting into the air moments ago, and now she felt nauseous even whispering it.
Rukia couldn't even look at him as she blankly stared at her sheets, feeling utterly depressed. She still needed release, but felt too embarrassed to continue her work. The worst of the situation was, Ichigo hadn't run away.
She could see his face in her peripheral vision. He looked shocked, almost as if he had been the one caught. His hair was messy and was splashed across his tan face. His hands rested on the bed, not moving even the slightest.
It was almost as if he were some type of large doll. His face, his pose looked so cliché; normally it would've made Rukia laugh. She was too scared to now, however. Silence was too precious. It would save her from complete and utter humiliation.
Ichigo couldn't help but stare at her small frame. It was as if he were drawn to her. Her small figure was lying comfortably (or as comfortable as possible) against the wall of the closet.
A small sheet wrapped around her legs and concealed her slick hands. She pulled her knees up to her chest, probably to create as much room possible between them. Her ebony locks shaded her cobalt eyes and in the lighting, her skin was a darker pale. It contrasted beautifully with her hair.
Ichigo didn't know why he had never noticed these alluring features about Rukia. Maybe it was the lighting? Ichigo shook his head and glanced at the figure, gently moving his hand to her pale, slick face.
His movements were slow so not to alarm her, but quick enough in the aspect that Rukia was slightly surprised. She trembled at bit, but didn't move away, as he pulled a strand of ebony from her face. Her skin was soft to the touch; he could feel a slight precipitate coating that was either sweat or tears.
Rukia moved her head into his hand slightly, loving the touch of his digits against her cheek. His touch was as she had imagined, soft and light, feathery, but his hands were slightly rough.
The touch lasted for only a few moments and when Ichigo pulled away Rukia found herself leaning toward him, begging for more of his scraps. Ichigo didn't seem to notice the urgency in her eyes, however.
Instead, Ichigo climbed into the closet moments later, sitting opposite of Rukia. It was small and cramped, but he didn't seem to mind at the moment like he normally would. He smirked, laughing slightly at Rukia's confused expression.
Rukia stared opposite of him, still a little insecure about what had occurred before. Her confidence was returning however; she could look back at him slightly now.
"Why did you shout my name?" Ichigo found himself murmuring.
The question made Rukia's eyes widen for a moment, she turned away again and blushed slightly. Her response took some time as she formulated the proper words. Could she really tell Ichigo that he was her desired sex partner? That she thought of him constantly? There was simply no way around it; he had heard her shout his name hadn't he?
"I was thinking about you…" Rukia trailed, hoping she needn't say more. Her hands were fidgeting under the covers.
Ichigo's mahogany eyes lit up the moment she sputtered the words. Rukia liked him? It seemed so bizarre. Rukia had always seemed irritated at him for one thing or another. To think that she actually might harbor feelings for him seemed unreal. He couldn't formulate such a conclusion; she hadn't looked up at him when she murmured the words, so maybe it was an elaborate prank.
"Do you like me Rukia?" Ichigo asked, finally, his mind still jumbled.
Rukia looked up at him now, her cobalt stare meeting his eyes for an instant.
A Kiss is Merely A Form of Greeting…I Fail to see what the problem is…
She couldn't tell him. Ichigo was a young teenager and hadn't lived as long as she. He didn't know feelings of passion or feelings of lust, desire, or even love, which Rukia could feel.
Rukia chose her words carefully as she muttered. "I care deeply about you, Ichigo."
In her mind it sounded faulty, like he could take it either way. One could care deeply about a friend or a lover. It was the perfect way to not feel his rejection.
Ichigo sat there for a moment contemplating the words. Rukia watched him musingly. His eyebrows twitched slightly, probably from irritation in her words. She smiled as he began to lean forward, his hand on the door to push it open and leave.
She had escaped unharmed. Ichigo wouldn't press the issue again; it wasn't like him, so she would live on and maybe even find the situation funny in the future.
She didn't expect him to crawl almost completely on top of her. He was unsteady and almost fell into her lap. Rukia felt her cheeks begin to burn as he stared intensely back at her, her head slightly higher than his own. Before Rukia could even yell at him, he balanced himself on one elbow and placed his hand over her mouth.
It almost looked like he was trying to kidnap her the forceful way he maneuvered.
"You said that kisses don't mean anything to you." Ichigo murmured, pulling his hand from her mouth. "I'm gonna show you different."
He grinned defiantly as he stated the words. Ichigo always seemed to have that grin when he was about to prove somebody incorrect. Rukia usually despised the grin (it occurred only when she was wrong), but right now she couldn't have asked for a more pleasing expression.
They both stared at each other for a couple minutes, the words both echoing in their minds. This time, however, they wouldn't haunt them afterwards. They would both sleep soundly the later night.
"A kiss is merely a form of greeting…I fail to see what the problem is."
Ichigo was the first to move; he was slow and he tilted his head slightly to allow Rukia room in the lock. Rukia moved in quickly, her body reacting immediately, as both their lips caressed one another. He was a slow kisser, and probably not as experienced as Rukia thought he'd be. But his touch was gentle and light and he moved at just the correct pace for Rukia to feel jitters in her stomach.
This was the real thing. He wasn't going to disappear when she opened her eyes this time. Ichigo would be there, his eyes closed and begging for another light kiss.
Rukia could feel herself begin to grow hungry for more; she felt as if this kiss shouldn't end. It was more than simply a form of greeting. She realized now that kisses were to only be given to the ones that one loved. Kisses were affectionate and passionate, maybe even moreso than actual sexual contact.
Ichigo could feel his insides jolt, as he felt her lick his lips. He was new at this and sheepishly opened his mouth in return inviting her to enter him. He could feel her hands reach his hair and tangle themselves in his orange locks. He groaned, as her tongue stroked his own sensually.
When they pulled away from one another, he found himself panting and yearning for more. He looked up at her and smirked lightly. She smiled back before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him toward herself.
They were inches apart before Rukia murmured. "Do you want me to show you more?"
Ichigo felt his insides boil. "What are you saying, Rukia?" His husky voice mustered.
It was as if it was all an elaborate prank. Ichigo had kissed her and it was more amazing than any greeting Rukia had ever experienced. She was almost angry with herself for ever saying that quote from the magazine. Maybe Ichigo and her would've experienced this before then.
"Do you know what to do?" She murmured, her eyes casting over his own.
His eyebrow quirked upward in an instant and she felt his hands tense over her own. His eyes looked downward and traced over her body before reaching her cobalt eyes in a confused manner.
"A little…" He stuttered moments later. "I mean I've seen movies."
Rukia giggled and quickly grabbed his arms to pull them over her. Ichigo gulped realizing his was straddling a position over Rukia. He could feel his cheeks burn as she smiled back at him.
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