Chapter 14: Telephone

Sex.

Much appreciation to mbshadow and MKTerra for the information on how to update! This chapter has been ready since Sunday (today is flippin' Thursday damn it!)- but the Error Type 2 has been stopping me. For the message mbshadow kindly gave me on how to update, please let me know if you need it. Thank you all for the continuous support; and yes, I am alive and well, but now back to seven days a week of work and school, so I cannot promise an update too soon. I love you all. I am on break at work, so I cannot respond to reviews, but I truly appreciate you all. Please enjoy! My original AN is at the end.

Much love, KurosakiLove.

Disclaimer: I do not own any brand/copyrighted names used in this story. They will always be italicized. I do not own any songs mentioned, or any characters/concepts from Bleach.

"I'm in… Kurosaki-kun's room…."

Inoue stood beneath the frame of the door, silent; grey eyes blinking slowly, taking their time to glance about, taking in everything by the moonlight, Inoue carefully stepped in, the carpet cushioning her bare foot.

"Tatsuki-chan… it's so different from his other room…."

Her hand abandoned the door knob, taking another step in, feeling Tatsuki move in behind her, gripping the frame; "You're right- it's definitely… what's the right word? Mature, maybe?"

"Very, Tatsuki-chan." Softly grazing the dark wooden grain of his desk, Inoue smiled down at the mess he left behind, textbooks and notebooks thrown about, pencils and highlighters as scattered as his papers. A soft hum caught her attention, lifting a notebook up to find his Macbook; "He left his laptop on…."

"Good; I was wondering if we had to deal with a password or something."

Pulling the chair out, Tatsuki sat down with a satisfied sigh, reaching over to pick up the lean computer, bringing it closer as Inoue continued glancing around, playing with her long, soft tresses.

"The room smells exactly how Kurosaki-kun does, don't you think, Tatsuki-chan?"

Rolling her eyes, brown reflecting the bright screen before her, Tatsuki opened the browser, brushing her bangs aside; "To tell you the truth, Hime- I never got to smelling him. I'm trying, though."

Inoue laughed softly, looking over his desk as Tatsuki cursed the slow connection, her grey eyes looking over-

That picture….

Tatsuki struggled to keep from slamming her hands down on the Macbook, growling with irritation as the browser continued its struggle to find connection; "Either his expensive laptop is good for nothing, or this expensive complex can't afford good internet- hey, what are you looking at?"

Inoue stood silently, holding a photo frame in her hands, clutching it tightly as her hair fell about her, hiding her face from Tatsuki.

"Hey, Orihime; what is that-?"

"Remember when Kurosaki-kun didn't want to take a picture with any of us for graduation…?"

Oh no. Nodding slowly, Tatsuki frowned as Inoue handed over the picture frame, her hesitant hands turning it over, violet and amber eyes looking back up at her behind the glass protecting it.

"…Hime…." Looking over it, Tatsuki didn't know what to tell her, remembering the flat 'No.' he had given her busty friend, cringing at the smile he was fighting back in the photo, instead.

What do I say to this?

Rukia was wrapped in his arms with a smirk gracing her lips, holding up both their diplomas in one hand, a Chappy doll with a cap and gown in her other; Ichigo was leaning over her to level his head beside hers for the camera, her graduation cap lop-sided as his bumped hers, his orange bangs teasing his eyes.

It was a precious photo, one without Inoue, or anyone else.

"…his sisters probably made him take it, Hime…."

Inoue nodded slowly, brushing her hair back behind her ear as she looked away, fixing her grey eyes onto his window just above his bed, the large, full moon set in its center.

"Hai… of course."

Rukia pulled him through the elevator doors as they closed them off from sight, the bright lights catching Ichigo's orange mane before she reached up a hand to bury into it, pulling him down to meet her lips.

The cool metal stung the skin of her bare legs as his larger body pushed her into the wall, Rukia clutching the cold can of beer tightly as his tongue caressed her own, his hands roaming her sides, curving with her every curve.

Taking one last taste of him, determined to get him past their apartment door, Rukia pulled on his hair to break him away from her, laughing at his irritated growl as she ran her hand down to his chest, gently distancing his heated body and moving off the metal wall.

Tossing him the can, caught in turn of dropping the plastic pharmacy bag, Rukia crossed the few feet of the elevator's depth, pressing the fourth level's button, the elevator smoothly moving into motion-

Jerking roughly as Ichigo reached around to flip the stop switch, his arm encircling her hips before Rukia could realize, distracted by his scent overwhelming her senses, gasping as he turned her to meet her back against the wall again;"Ich-mhm."

Ichigo cradled the nape of her neck in his hand, pushing past her lips to find her taste, moving against her lips in slow, deliberate intent to take her, Rukia grasping his shirt to pull him closer and let him. She moaned at the feel of his hip moving against her, slipping his knee between her legs, pushing it further up along her thighs to spread them.

She paid no mind to his movements, set on his mouth claiming hers for his own, his heavy breathing in tune with hers, his hand on her nape gently closing in more- she gasped.

Rukia shivered with a shaken moan, the cold metal of the beer running smoothly along her hot, bare thigh, Ichigo slowly moving it up against the hem of her teasing dress, tracing her thigh into the warmth between them, Rukia shuddering against him at the cool surface on her hot skin, teasing her arousal.

"Damn it, Ichi-go, ah!"

Her head slammed back into the wall as he replaced the can with his thigh, rubbing up into her, his erection pressed against her as he moved his lips onto her ear, muttering her name in his low, husky voice, over and over again as Rukia moaned and shook against him.

Their apartment door seemed farther and farther away, the elegant rug over the white marble seeming comfortable enough by the second, Rukia cursing as her breath became more difficult to control.

Shit.

Pushing up on her heels, Rukia fused their mouths together, biting down on his lips as he groaned, the can dropping to the floor with a heavy thud as his hand left her nape, Ichigo's large hands grasping the back of either thigh.

Caressing her tongue with his, Ichigo pulled her away from the elevator's cool wall, turning their bodies around for his back to meet the wall, tightening his hold on her bare thighs before leaning into her, lifting her up off the floor onto his hips without effort.

Rukia wasn't sure whom let out a hiss of utter arousal, her warm, wet lace against his tented front, his hard bulge between her legs hooked over his hips as he leaned back against the wall, their lips breaking apart for gasps of air.

Violet eyes found amber in their heated haze about them, Ichigo shamelessly holding her up on his hips by her dangerous curve up from her thighs, Rukia clutching onto his collar and hair, panting with him, her breath caught in her throat as he pushed her further against him; "F-fuck-k!"

She couldn't stop herself, her skin burning as her legs curled about his slim hips, driving her wet, clothed core against his front, moaning as he jerked up to meet her as he found her mouth again.

Her lip suckled between his, teeth biting at her, taking more of her breath for his own, Ichigo shook as he struggled to stay standing, feeling her damp warmth the more she grinded against him, squeezing her firm cheeks in his hands; cussing as she pulled his hair roughly, separating their mouths.

"Fuck, Rukia! What the hell-!"

He cut off into a harsh groan as she ground herself hard against him, her small hands fisted around his collar, pulling him up to slam him back into the wall, amber eyes wide in shock, nonetheless bright and excited as violet hues stared back, demanding his attention on her, and her only.

"If I'm going to have you between my legs, I better be comfortable as fuck on your bed, Kurosaki-."

Ichigo's mouth smashed into hers as he turned them around again, flipping the elevator's switch back into motion, punching the fourth button again for good measure.

Wicked grins against each other, Rukia dropped herself to the floor, pulling him down to her height to delve deep into his mouth.

"Finally! Retarded shit, taking so long just to connect-."

Tatsuki held still at the tight grasp Inoue held on her shoulder, brown looking up to find Inoue's gaze fixed beyond the bedroom door, her brow heavy to match her lips; "Hime, what's wrong?"

"They're… they're here, Tatsuki-chan!"

Tatsuki bolted from her seat, grabbing onto Inoue's arms, shaking her attention onto her; "What-!"

"They're coming up!" Cussing, Tatsuki slammed the screen down before shoving the laptop back where they'd picked it up from, pushing the chair in as they rushed out of the room, Tatsuki slamming the door shut behind them; "Get our bags, Hime!"

Stumbling to the door, Inoue's hands shaking as she felt the pair stop in their movements, she grabbed their bags as Tatsuki rushed about, placing the chair back by the table, turning off lights.

Frowning at the unusual flares of their reiatsu, Inoue stood hurriedly with their belongings, turning to Tatsuki as she went over everything they'd move, Inoue's eyes large with panic; "T-Tasuki-cha-an, what, let's go-!"

Fuck. Paling, Tatsuki stared at Inoue with wide eyes, turning her gaze over to Ichigo's door; "The browser."

"But they're moving again, they're coming up-!"

"Shut up, Orihime!" Ignoring Inoue's grimace, Tatsuki grabbed her shoulders and turned her to the balcony, pushing her over; "Hide out there, Hime! The moment you have a chance, run out, then pretend to barely come home! Make sure you're hiding your reiatsu!"

Fumbling with the curtain, their bags bumping into the door as she tried to slip out, Inoue called out as Tatsuki was rushing back to the room, brown eyes urging her to speak already; "But what about you! They're coming-!"

"I'll hide under the bed, or something! Just hide and leave when you can!"

Tatsuki disappeared from sight, Inoue sliding the door as shadows moved beneath the front door, crawling out of sight to the balcony's far side, pulling her reiatsu in as well as she could.

She couldn't hear much from within, unaware of their reiatsu as she concentrated on hiding hers, unaware of their heated need for each other as they finally pushed past that door.

"C'mere, shinigami-."

The door closing as he pushed her up against it, Ichigo claimed Rukia's mouth as her hands moved to his belt, tugging him closer as she pulled it undone, his hands busy with her blazer, pushing it down her arms to expose her bare shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a silent heap as his belt fell nosily beside it.

Moving off the door, blindly tossing the pharmacy bag onto the counter, Ichigo held Rukia close as he hooked her leg up, his hand running down her calf to her ankle, slipping off her heel and letting it fall to the wooden floor beneath them, letting her leg leave his hold for her bare foot to meet the floor.

Steadying herself by his loose collar, Ichigo's hands roaming her curves beneath the loose skirt of her dress, Rukia curled her leg up to take off her other heel in a clumsy haste, letting Ichigo walk their bodies the very instant he heard her heel fall to the floor, urging her over to their door by her hips, toying with the fabric of her intimate lace.

Breaking apart as her hip bumped into the door knob, Rukia shoved him back to retrieve the bag abandoned on the counter, turning into the bedroom as she opened it, leaving the door wide open behind her as she made for the bed, smirking at the immediate slam of the door as Ichigo followed her in.

The bag tossed onto the bed before Ichigo caught her hips, he turned her to face him, leaning in to close his mouth onto her pulse, a soft moan leaving Rukia at his care to bite and pull at her skin, soothing it with his warm tongue before working at it again all over.

Her whole body burning, wanting more heat from his own, small, elegant hands pulled his shirt open button by button, more and more of his toned, lightly sculpted body exposed, Ichigo's shirt pushed off his strong shoulders and down his strong arms, the black material falling to the carpet in a hushed fall.

Pulling back from her neck, Rukia grasping his toned biceps as he pulled her in, Ichigo gripped the flowing hem of her dress, hitching it up to her hips to reveal her beige lace, pushing himself to finish stripping her dress off her petite, blissfully curved, slender body; slipping the dress over her raised arms, pulling it off as her hair was gently caught in it, Ichigo dropped it to the floor as he leaned over to envelope her in his body, falling over into his bed waiting to catch them, Rukia falling in to the thick comforter waiting follow every curve of her body.

She fell in, his half naked body over hers, the plastic bag grabbed to empty it of their small, blue box, violet eyes looking over to read Trojan Premium Lubricated.

Her stomach tightened, impatient as ever.

To: Tatsuki-chan

I think they came in fighting. I heard the doors slam… I'm going to try leaving right now….

Inoue pocketed her cell as she gathered their bags, looking once more into the living room through the small gap of the flowing curtains, finding no one in sight, the lights not even on.

Slowly standing up, focusing solely on hiding her reiatsu, a light sweat building up above her brow from the effort, Inoue quietly slid the door open, slipping through into the living room, closing it shut behind her without a sound.

Walking through the large open space, careful of the coffee table, Inoue moved towards the door, gasping as she tripped on something on the wooden floor, stumbling away from it only to trip again.

Slapping her hand over her heavy breathing, closing her eyes as she fought to keep her reiatsu from exposing itself, Inoue took a few deep breaths as no one came out to find her, slowly opening her eyes to look about her, frowning as she realized she tripped on Rukia's heels, looking around to find her blazer and his belt on the floor.

What…?

A muffled shout snapped her attention back, shaking her head as she realized they were just arguing yet again, rushing forth to step over their blazer and belt, quietly opening the door.

Glancing back at the closed bedroom door, wondering where her Tatsuki-chan was hiding within, she hoped to hear from her friend somehow, stepping out into the hallway without further thought, closing the door to the dark apartment to leave for some minutes, the door closed upon another shout before she could hear it.

"I-Ichi-go! Ich-!"

He caressed her wet arousal without any hesitance, Rukia writhing against his bed as his fingers moved within her, his hand hidden beneath her lace between her legs.

Leaning in the catch her mouth, Rukia's hands pulling and grabbing at his mane damp from a light sweat, Ichigo slowly continued to rub and push within her labia, his fingers and palm gathering up her arousal, pulling away to listen to her open gasps and moans, her back arching off the bed to push down into his hand.

Biting his lips as he somehow managed to suddenly pull away, Ichigo moved quickly as Rukia was immediately brought down from her building peak, violet eyes focusing from their pleasured blur to look up with confusion at him as she sat up, her pretty mouth snapped shut as she found him undoing his pants' fly, thumbs hooking over their hem and boxer-briefs to bring them down together.

Skin burning as he moved back onto the bed with her, his body fully bare for her violet eyes to take in, Ichigo moved over her smaller body again, leaning in to take Rukia's mouth fully, his nerves abandoned as she met him without thought, her body pushing up against his without fear..

Their breathing was heavy together, Ichigo tasting and biting at her lips as he ran his hands about her, massaging her chest, her small, full breasts fitting into the palm of his hand; his erection between their bodies, his sex rubbing against her wet lace, Ichigo couldn't fight back the moan that left him when Rukia reached between them and gently grabbed a hold of his member, softly stroking him as she pushed up against him, Ichigo's limit pushed beyond his reach to bring it back.

Moving up onto his knees, grabbing her lace along her teasing hips, Ichigo slipped the material down her curves and over her firm thighs, Rukia curling up her leg to slip it out of her lace before he brought it down further, the material forgotten as it remained tangled about her calf, his attention on her intimacy glistening with arousal for him.

Reaching for the box of condoms by her foot, Rukia sitting up with heated curiosity, she watched him open the box and take out a packet, their close bodies calling for each other impatiently, Rukia busying herself with his chest and abs as he opened the packet, her open kisses along his muscles nearly driving him to just forget the damn thing.

The lubricated latex slipped over his erection, Ichigo cussing as his hand shook as he pushed its rim down to his base, not sure if it was from impatience or nerves- probably both- he reached up to grab Rukia's jaw and push her crown back, leaning down to fuse their lips together, cradling her jaw as they moved their lips fully against each other.

Needing release, needing to feel her, to take her, to give her himself; Ichigo pulled away to nudge at her jaw, moving his body over her, following her down as she let herself fall back against his bed.

Sighing blissfully as her head met his pillow, his scent all about her, Rukia moved her legs about his body as she could, cradling his neck as Ichigo moved between her legs, dropping down as close as he could to her as he kissed her again, slowly and fully, their hands running through each others' hair.

Ichigo's mouth forced out her name, again and again once he found his voice again, his lips moving to her ear in question, a small laugh breathed out before she hungrily whispered a 'hurry, you fool.'

Her voice was gone, Ichigo pressing his lips onto her temple as his hips moved against her, his protected sex pushing deep within her, slowly and carefully, Rukia's hands and nails grasping at his strong back as she arched her spine, gasping for breath, violet eyes closed tightly at another gasp from her lips.

"Ah-!" "Rukia, tell me-."

He'd never seen such a look from her, unsure if she was in agonizing pain or just shocked, Rukia's violet eyes revealed to him once more as he stilled against her, Rukia panting for breath, unsure whether she could take the pain or not.

Every stab she had taken since she'd known him suddenly flashed before her eyes, though; Ichigo there to catch her or fight for her or to watch her heal, his amber eyes laced with worry looking over her… "Move, Ichigo."

"Aren't you-?"

"Take me!" The want back in her eyes, her legs tightening around his hips and leg, Ichigo slowly breathed out before reaching around her and wrapping his arm beneath her hips, carefully pulling his length from within her, watching her eyes for any reason to stop.

They didn't give him any, only begging him to take her.

Ichigo leaned in for her lips, pushing his hips back against hers; "Ah-h-!"

Ichigo moved against her, pushing into Rukia over and over again, his strong hands keeping her in place as he pleasured her.

He had been right to build her arousal by his hand first, his amber eyes watching her every gasp and moan her lips formed, watching her grow closer and closer to her satisfaction, watching her skin burn with heat and bliss.

He had always known his first time wouldn't last long at all, feeling his limit draw closer and closer with every thrust he drove into her, his arms shaking as he held her hips off the bed, his panting filling the room with Rukia's moans.

Just seeing her naked, and trusting of him, was enough. Ichigo pulled her closer against himself, his hands leaving her hips to hold himself over her, his hips moving to enter her with a different depth.

Ichigo moved faster, Rukia clutching onto his arms on either side of her desperately.

She didn't laugh or push him away when his first few thrusts were awkward and nervous, moving her body with his to find the right pace and position.

Rukia kept a leg around his hips, pushing her other leg out to open herself more for him, a loud scream leaving her as he moved deeper with her spread legs.

She gave him more than just seeing her bare.

He tried to keep breathing, any feeling at all rushing towards his sex buried within her, his body becoming numb and chilled in his lower back, losing pace as he tried to keep going.

Rukia's pants and gasps became shallow, her legs curling and rubbing against him before they went still, her spine rolling off the lush bedding for some seconds of a scream; falling back with a gasp, her muscles slowly relaxing about him.

Ichigo reached his limit as he watched her, his breath caught as he gave up his control, tensing against her as he released himself into the latex about his sex, groaning at the overwhelming exhaustion and satisfaction suddenly weighing down on him, falling lax against Rukia beneath him before he could force his arms to keep him up.

Careful of crushing her completely, falling over to her side with much effort of his spent body, Ichigo rested his head against her shoulder as his eyes came to a close, panting to catch his breath again in otherwise silence, listening to Rukia's own soft panting, her body remaining in her place upon his bed.

It was minutes later that Ichigo's eyes opened again, feeling fingers gently running through his hair and tracing mindless patterns on his cooling skin, amber finding violet beneath tangled tresses of raven hair, Ichigo slowly moving a hand to brush back her bangs, laughing as the one strand fell back in place.

He silently grasped her hip, keeping her still as he carefully pulled out from within her, his fingers around the base of his sex to keep the used latex in place. Sitting up to remove it, tying a sloppy knot around it and pushing it into the open packet it in had come in, Ichigo decided he'd clean up come morning, dropping the packet and box of condoms to the floor, Rukia laughing as she called him a 'lazy bum-berry' without shame.

Rolling his eyes at her, Ichigo muttered 'midget' as he moved about on the bed, tugging the comforter and sheets out from beneath her resting body, Rukia smiling as he cussed her for not helping at all in at least rolling around.

"Che, bite me, Kurosaki."

Laughing as he dropped down beside her, nipping at her shoulder, Rukia pulled him close enough to keep him on the pillow with her, Ichigo pulling the sheets over them as he let her move him about for a comfortable position….

He smirked as Rukia curled her small body about his larger frame, sighing softly before closing her eyes, her reiatsu dropping into a peaceful hum; burying his nose into her crown, tossing his strong arm over her, Ichigo closed his eyes to let her reiatsu lead him to sleep, making nothing of the shaken gasp he thought he heard from somewhere within the room, slowly losing himself to sleep.

Below him, beneath his mattress he rested upon with his shinigami, were brown eyes within darkness, a hand covering her trembling lips, fixated upon the forgotten clothes and condoms, the smell of sex and sweat reaching her; clutching her phone set to silence, Tatsuki closed her eyes, ignoring the texts from Orihime as she struggled to keep quiet, her eyes clenching shut tighter.

…Orihime….

I have three midterms today, the first one in four hours D: I love and miss you all, thank you for the reviews despite lack of updates, and for your kind worried messages and for just being so fuckin' awesome. I couldn't hold out on you anymore. It's short- but they finally did it like we all wanted them to. Let me know how it was- no experience myself, so if anything is wrong, let me know- and just simply let me know how you all are doing (heart)

Much love, Kurosakilove~!

Edit after edit: Why is FFnet not working? It's not letting me edit Telephone! D: /bangs head multiple times.