Chapter 15: Telephone

...I got my first bee sting, after 20 years of rolling around in the grass and running around barefoot and SAVING them from puddles. How did those bitches pay me back? Give me my first sting? By crashing into my head inside my favorite restaurant, and stinging me when I reached up to take out whatever-it-was in my hair. Two weeks of swelling, fevers, anti-biotics and ITCHING LIKE CRAZY... I will never again save one. DEATH TO THEM ALL. My poor thumb :'(

Anyways, here's a chapter for you all :D Please enjoy~!

(And I know my last chapter wasn't the best, with a shit ton of run-on sentences. Sorry :( I tried not to let them take over here...)

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.

Amber eyes opened to the vibrating hums carrying through the dark wooden grain of his nightstand; groaning, exhaling deeply with irritation, Ichigo scrunched his eyes shut once more, opening them back up again as he forced himself to reach out- stopping short as Rukia stirred in her sleep, pushing her body back into his warmth; …fuck.

Ichigo laid frozen in place, wide awake now to the morning light pouring through his window, eyes looking down to find Rukia's back against his entire length. Breathing in slowly, his arm he had draped over her reaching up to run through his hair, Ichigo felt his cheeks burn, running his sight over themselves.

They were naked, with the sheet tangled about their bodies.

He thought back to just hours before, staring at her bare shoulder teased by her messy hair, moving his hand to brush her hair aside; Ichigo let out a shaken breath, grazing the skin of her temple with his fingertips, taking his time to burn her sleeping image into his mind.

Last night…. Last night, her eyelashes weren't teasing her cheeks ever so gently, hiding her violet hues from sight.

Last night her breath was heavy and desperate, nothing like the soft breaths of air she now gave through her lips, parted ever so slightly.

Last she wasn't silent- last night he made Kuchiki Rukia his.

A hum called for his attention again, his gaze kept on Rukia's peaceful form as he carefully reached over her, blindly feeling about the nightstand for his cell phone; his fingers finding his Torch, Ichigo forced his gaze from her, looking over at his screen.

New Message From

Asano Keigo

Rolling his eyes, his thumb moved onto the screen to open the message, Ichigo moving off his side onto his elbow-

From: Asano Keigo

Hey man- hope you're awake at 6 fucking am… anyways do you know Orihime-san's new place? Tatsuki said they were heading over last night to yo-

"Ichigo?"

He looked down to find tired eyes looking up at him beyond her bare shoulder, his Torch abandoned without thought somewhere behind him; "Hey…."

A smirk pulled at her lips before she closed her eyes, moving into a stretch with her arms reaching out to the headboard, her spine rolling as her legs reached and curled with a sigh, her lips betraying a grin as she felt Ichigo tense against her-

"Rukia-."

His hand shot out to grasp her hip as it pushed back against his own, his usual morning 'rouse tempted and teased; "Shit, Kuchiki-!"

Rukia turned in what little space she took up, keeping to his body, draping a long, bare leg over his slim hip as she pushed up on her arm to level her eyes with his; her male silent, his skin flushed and burned as he stared intensely at her, Rukia moved up closer against him, feeling his shallow breathing from his toned stomach against her own.

She smiled slyly, dragging a single nail up his side, moving around onto his shoulder to follow his arm down to her hip.

"What, Kurosaki-kun? Don't tell me you're shy now…."

She could feel Ichigo's hand tighten its hold on her hip, an unmistakable arousal pressed up against her beneath the sheets tangled about them, a want in his eyes warming her body.

Pulling him closer by her leg draped over his hip, moving to lightly graze his temple with her mouth, Rukia reached up to cradle his jaw gently, the sheet slipping and exposing her breasts, a heavy exhalation pushing past Ichigo's lips; she sighed as he finally moved, Ichigo's heated mouth on her pulse, his arm wrapping around her hips to pull her even closer.

"Ichigo."

He moved their bodies to have her beneath him, Rukia's raven tresses about her on the white pillow, the sheet remaining around their intimate entanglement; moving up her neck, pressing his mouth onto her jaw before finding her lips, Ichigo pulled back onto his knees with heavy breath, leaning over the bed to-

"Where's the box?" He felt her sit up and lean over to look, the box of condoms out of sight; "You dropped it last night, didn't you? Check under the bed."

Ichigo frowned as he dropped a leg over the side, grabbing onto her knee before leaning over further to feel beneath the bed; "But I just dropped it, not shoved it underneath-."

He straightened out with the open box in hand, growling in slight confusion, Rukia taking none of his distraction lightly as she grabbed a fistful of his orange mane and pulled him down to her mouth, snapping impatiently at his knowing smirk.

"Put it on."

The box was abandoned by the floor again within moments, his leg moving back up onto the mattress before a gasp left Rukia and filled the room- "H-hai!"

To: Tatsuki-chan

Tatsuki-chan, are you still in the apartment? Please answer me… I'm in the lobby…. Tatsuki-chan?

An exhausted sigh left Inoue as her shoulders slumped in defeat, digging her hand into her hair as she hid her tired features from the tenants rushing by in the early hour, the college students of the complex yet to make their general leave to the university not too far from the apartments; letting her eyes close with another sigh, Inoue gripped her phone in wait.

Tatsuki-chan, where-?

"Orihime;" Grey eyes snapped up at her name, a wave of relief pulling her back straight, Inoue smiling brightly at the sight of Tatsuki in front her.

"Tatsuki-chan, you had me so worried!"

She stood from her seat and pulled her lean friend into her arms, Inoue shaking with light laughter, hugging Tatsuki tightly against her; "Oh, Tatsuki-chan, I thought Kurosaki-kun found you and yelled at you and-."

"It's fine, Orihime. He didn't find me…."

Inoue stilled at Tatsuki's tired, empty voice, pulling back to look at her brown eyes, a frown pulling at Orihime's lips.

"Tatsuki-chan… what's wrong? Were they fighting so much?"

Tatsuki stood silently, her brow furrowing lightly in confusion; "Fighting…?"

"Well, they seem to always be arguing… and last night, I heard the doors slamming and even heard a shout-."

"Yeah, they were… arguing." Tatsuki moved around Inoue without another word, grabbing her bag off the chair it rested in, slinging it over her shoulder with a sigh; "Let's get going, Hime. We need to call Keigo and give him the directions-."

"Oh, well, I already let Kurosaki-kun know I was on my way… I thought I had to go and, and do something to get you out or-."

"Well, I'm out." Tatsuki shrugged uneasily, shifting her bag on her shoulder; "I'm out, so let him know you're heading to the university instead."

She was met with silence, looking over at Inoue to find her eyes on her shoes, biting her lip and playing with her burnt-orange hair draped over her shoulders. Tatsuki frowned lightly, reaching out and gently touching Inoue's arm.

"Hime… what? What's wrong?"

It was a moment or two before Inoue looked up to meet her eyes, Tatsuki taken aback by the… determination behind them.

"I had all night to sit and think about what you've said to me, Tatsuki-chan. They haven't become anything after all this time, and Kurosaki-kun was so kind to me when he didn't need to be-."

Oh, no. Tatsuki swallowed with difficulty as Inoue faced her and firmly voiced her want to try and win Kurosaki-kun's heart, a bright gleam in her grey eyes, a blush rounding her cheeks; "Tatsuki-chan… I want to be strong like you, and not give up!"

Inoue dropped her hands from their nervous play with her hair, clasping them tightly to rest on her pelvis shaped by jeans, her white hoodie showing her curves and contrasting calmly with her orange hue of hair.

Tatsuki gazed adoringly at her childhood friend, trying to smile- why doesn't Ichigo see you?

"So I want to head up, Tatsuki-chan, and go to our coffee shop as we used to every morning, and invite him to lunch with Sado-kun, and maybe he will accept dinner, since I'm leaving his apartment-!"

Tatsuki tried not to frown, feeling a heavy dread in her chest as Inoue gathered her bag and grabbed a hold of her hand, asking her to text her if she needs anything.

She held her breath, letting Inoue make her way over to the elevator with her head up; Tatsuki's dropping as Inoue disappeared behind the metal doors.

Orihime.

"Should have known you'd be so loud, with the way you order me around all day- ow!"

Ichigo doubled over before he could even see the muscles in her firm thigh and toned calf tense, her leg having had curled with sly movements, snapping out to kick his strong abdomen and pull back from his reach.

Rukia glared heatedly as she rubbed the towel over her damp tresses, ignoring his angry cussing, sitting back on her legs tucked beneath her, her large towel wrapped around her bare body- "Next time I'll kick lower-."

Her words were swallowed by his mouth soon as he smashed his lips onto hers, a strangled moan leaving her as he roughly moved against her, biting and pulling at her lips, grasping her nape and tangling his hand in her hair; she gasped as she fell back onto the mattress, her towel barely keeping to her naked body, shuddering at the feel of jeans pushing up between her legs, spreading them open for his hips.

The rough texture of his jeans against her, panting for air before Ichigo claimed her mouth again, Rukia clawed at the hot skin tight across his back, bucking her hips up into him, whining as he suddenly pulled back.

Her chest heaving beneath her large towel, his body over hers and holding her down, Ichigo leaned in for what her hungry lips thought was another kiss, his mouth only teasing hers instead.

"…how are you feeling?"

Rukia didn't make a single movement; violet eyes wide, she slowly exhaled, going back on his words.

"…how are you feeling?"

She found herself closing the small space between their lips, both shinigami gently moving together and breathing softly through their noses, Rukia's tongue sneaking a taste of his lips instead of a fierce dance with his own.

Rukia wasn't sure how to feel about her burning cheeks, falling back onto the mattress beneath her to look up at him.

He was handsome; he was her handsome brat all grown up.

"I'm fine… just really sore- but that's expected, no?" Rukia watched Ichigo's eyes flicker between her own, a small smirk ghosting across his lips before he tried to scowl as usual and failed miserably; "Yeah… I've heard it is."

Ichigo moved off her body, pushing off the messy bed to stand as he straightened his jeans fitted to his lean, lightly muscled body. Rukia took the hand he held out for her, pulled up until she sat on her legs again.

Pulling at his mane, running his hands through it, Ichigo cocked his chin at Rukia, his hand running down to hook on his neck.

"Are you coming with me to the shop, or staying in?"

Shaking her head, Rukia moved up onto her knees, inching over to the other side of the bed to climb off; "No, I'm going. I'll be ready in a bit." She heard Ichigo laugh softly, looking over her shoulder to find him tossing his arms up to cross behind his head, his muscles defined as he stood there with a smirk-

"Try not to take seven damn minutes again, princess. Bust your pretty ass and finish in a minute or two, ne-?"

He yelped at the highlighter she chucked at him, snickering as she stomped away with a vivid choice of cussing.

Ichigo watched her disappear into the bathroom, biting his lips.

Rukia.

From: Asano Keigo

ICHIGO! Why are you ignoring me! It better be because Kuchiki-san is secretly a domi-

"Fuckin' Keigo." Cell phone pocketed, Ichigo opened his bedroom door with his shirt in hand, leaving it ajar behind him, heading over into the kitchen for- "I-Inoue!"

He stopped short as he caught sight of Inoue stepping through the front door, a bright smile pulling at her lips as she looked up at her name, faltering as grey eyes found his bare skin over dark jeans; "O-ohayo, Ku-rosaki-kun…."

"Ah… ohayo… what are you doing here?"

They stood in an awkward silence, Inoue frowning uneasily as she stuttered over incoherent words, Ichigo matching her frown as he felt an odd sense of- "Shit!"

Rubbing at his neck, Ichigo smiled sheepishly at her, Inoue silent and still by the door with burning cheeks.

"Ah, Inoue, my bad; I did it again. Where were you last night? Rukia and I were wondering where you were off to if it wasn't with us."

Closing the door behind her, stepping over a blazer and belt, side-stepping heels, Inoue slowly approached Ichigo, smiling timidly.

"Well, it's actually… Tatsuki-chan… she's moving in with me, Kurosaki-kun. I was with her yesterday."

Anyways do you know Orihime-san's new place? Tatsuki said they were heading over last night to yo-

His hand slipped into his pocket, his brows set heavily over thoughtful eyes, rubbing his thumb along his cell phone's side with deliberate strokes; "Tatsuki's moving in with you? … how she getting her things over here?"

Inoue focused on Ichigo's jaw, hands clasped tightly as she stood before him, his torso bare with his shirt still in hand.

"K-Keigo-san offered to drive up a small van up today- oh! I have to send him my address! I didn't get to-."

Ichigo took out his Torch as Inoue hurried off towards the couch, setting down her bag to dig through it; opening his messages, finding Keigo's messages from the past hours, the tall male nodded mindlessly at something Inoue asked from somewhere behind him… pressing his thumb over the first text from that morning, his downcast eyes barely reflecting the bright screen.

From: Asano Keigo

Hey man- hope you're awake at 6 fucking am… anyways do you know Orihime-san's new place? Tatsuki said they were heading over last night to your flat to send me an e-mail. I didn't get anything from them, missed my 10oclock porn waiting for their stupid e-!

Ten o'clock….

"Kurosaki-kun? Kurosaki-kun, are you alright?"

Ichigo glanced over to Inoue, finding anxious eyes struggling not to stray off from his cheek, his fingers rubbing over the smooth material of his phone; "Sorry, was reading a text… shouldn't you have given him the address sooner? Like last night?"

Inoue looked back down to her cell phone, brushing back her hair behind her ear.

"I… Tatsuki-chan and I were distracted, catching up properly after everything that has happened, Kurosaki-kun. I just sent him the text with my address. I hope he could get directions."

Ichigo pocketed his phone again, letting out a low sigh as he walked over to the front walkway, leaning over to pick up the blazer and belt, straightening out with them in hand; "I'm sure he can."

He hung the blazer by the counter chair's back, his shirt resting over it. Fumbling over his belt, he glanced over his shoulder as Inoue stood up, his hands holding his belt in wait.

"Kurosaki-kun… I was wondering if you wanted to leave earlier, to have breakfast at the shop-?"

"Strawberry!"

Their eyes snapped to his bedroom door, pulled open to reveal much of the skin he reveled in not long ago, Rukia stepping out with her eyes on her stubborn fly revealing lacey panties, her bra matching its design and color; "Make yourself useful and-."

Inoue's hand shot up to cover her open mouth, Ichigo's arm curling back to snap an orange at his petite partner for a swell of cussing from her sinful lips.

"The fuck, Ichigo-!" "Damn it, Kuchiki!"

Rukia looked up with wide eyes as Inoue stood frozen with shock by the couch, Ichigo by the counter, yelling vividly and shying his gaze away.

"I'm out here where I can see you, not in the kitchen! Go hide those things, woman!"

Rukia gave Inoue a silent 'oops' as she stepped back, arms crossed over her chest as she threw Ichigo a lame 'sorry about your virgin eyes!' before slipping back into the bedroom, the door slammed firmly shut.

Gasping softly, her grey gaze twisted with confusion as she stared at the bedroom door, Inoue forced her gaze over to Ichigo, her brows lifting from their heavy set.

"Kurosaki-kun…?"

Snapping his belt, Ichigo quickly pulled it through his belt loop to curve around his slim hips, fastening it to fit comfortably, but tightly enough around him, looking up with his scowl Inoue found herself to miss dearly; "Sorry about that… it was weirder for me than you…."

"Grow some, Kurosaki." They looked back at his door as Rukia stepped out, a v-neck hugging her body now to flaunt her modest chest, her stray bang between her eyes brushed aside only to fall back; "And good morning, Inoue. Where were you last night? You left me alone with this imbecile, you know."

Ichigo turned his back to the two of them, closing his eyes and exhaling softly with relief.

Damn….

"You can't expect me to drive up today! I have to go all the way back home to look up the stupid address and then make my way over through traffic? Hell no!"

Tatsuki groaned as she climbed the narrow stairs, holding her cell phone away from her ear at Keigo's last screech; "Look, you idiot, you gotta-."

"No! You're gonna have to wait for my next day off now!"

She reached the landing, huffing with exhaustion, her muscles aching from her cramped position beneath the bed….

"And when the hell is that, Keigo? Don't make me tell Ichigo you're the reason Hime will be crammed into his apartment longer-."

"You can't use Ichigo against me, Arisawa. He's still pissed at you-."

She didn't hear the rest, snapping her phone shut. Rubbing her temple, another groan leaving her, Tatsuki trudged down the hall to their dull door within the dull hallway, taking out her keys and shoving one into the lock.

Pushing through the door, abandoning her bag before the door even closed; Tatsuki slammed the door shut to fall back against, a heavy sigh filling the room, closing her eyes only snap back open, Ichigo's room and Rukia's moans filling her mind every time….

"Fuck me... I… just want to sleep…."

Sliding down the door, landing a bit roughly on the stiff carpet, Tatsuki pulled her legs in to drop her head onto her knees, curling up tightly.

"I pushed Orihime so far… and for what? For Ichigo to change and grow up for the likes of Kuchiki…."

She shuddered at the memory of his voice muttering Rukia's name over and over, Tatsuki remembering the want and lust she could feel just being in the same room, hidden from sight; she tried to block out the smell of sweat and pleasure, the sounds of her punk little Ichi taking a woman for his….

"…when did we lose you, Ichi?"

"Oi, Rukia!"

His leather bag was slung over his shoulder to cross his chest, his cell phone vibrating in hand as Inoue gathered her bag, amber eyes on his screen as he yelled out for Rukia again, tapping his phone to answer his call; "Yo, Chad! We're on our way down, meet you in two minutes or so."

"Alright, Ichigo."

The line was cut, Ichigo lowering his hand from his ear.

"Kurosaki-kun?" Looking over at Inoue, Ichigo pocketed his Torch, glancing over at his bedroom door before focusing back on her; "Yeah?"

"Shouldn't we just get going? What are we waiting for-?"

Inoue lost his attention when the bedroom door slammed shut, Ichigo's amber eyes glaring at the petite woman making her way over, following her as she moved around him and made for her abandoned heels from last night.

He wasn't sure if the light burn his cheeks had was from the memory by the heels, or her leaning over to slip them on, the small of her back exposed as her jeans hugged her every curve.

"About time you got out here. What the hell took you so long, thought you were already set."

"I know, I know- I'm sorry, but I'm ready now." Rukia straightened out, smiling softly at Inoue; "Sorry, Inoue, hope I haven't made you three too late."

She was only given a small shake of the head, Inoue softly murmuring 'of course not, Kuchiki-san' before heading out. Shrugging, patting her jeans for keys and slipping her iPhone beneath her hem, Rukia made to follow her out, caught in her steps at the feel of Ichigo's hand on her hip; she looked back at him, her violet gaze moving up to meet his behind his teasing bangs.

"Rukia… are you sure heels are the best shoes…?"

Her small nose scrunched up in confusion, looking down between their bodies to her feet.

"My heels? Why wouldn't I-?"

"I'm fine… just really sore- but that's expected, no?"

Rukia breathed out a laugh, stealing a quick glance towards the open apartment door, looking back up at Ichigo as she brushed back her bangs.

Closing the space between them with a single click-step of her heels, Ichigo's hand moving off her hip up to her waist, Rukia gave him a soft, sly smile, a small hand gently resting on his abdomen over his cotton white; "Don't worry, Ichigo- it feels really good, too."

She was gone before he could lean in or pull her closer or just stay as they were; Rukia walking off towards the front door, Ichigo left behind and watching her walk off towards the front door.

Letting out a sigh, running a hand through his orange mane, Ichigo stepped to follow her out, his phone vibrating in his pocket.

"We're heading down, Chad!"

Gray eyes were dull as they stared ahead, Inoue gripping her textbook tightly to her chest, silent beside Chad's tall, towering form.

They were walking in front of them- Ichigo beside Rukia and Rukia beside Ichigo- the taller shinigami of the pair to the street; a position he took to the moment they all stepped out onto the sidewalk.

She noticed that, with all the other little things.

Inoue noticed how his bag first rested by his right hip, moving with his body at his every step. However, within minutes of some two feet between them, it soon became just some inches, Ichigo having switched his bag to his left and stepped closer to her side.

She hoped it was to hear her better, both Kurosaki-kun and Kuchiki-san talking between themselves since they've left.

Inoue noticed how his hand bumped hers every few minutes, his hand gripping her shoulder whenever they moved through a large crowd or they stepped off the curb.

She didn't know what she hoped those really were.

Kurosaki-kun.

"The coffee shop's just up ahead, midget."

Dropping his hand from her shoulder, her heels stepping up onto the curb with ease, Ichigo nudged Rukia playfully, betting she'll manage to piss off someone in that one as well.

Rolling her eyes, Rukia couldn't help the smirk on her lips, stepping over closer to him with a hushed voice; "Lay off the betting until I get to enjoy my victory and waiting reward for the last one I won."

He had to remind himself they were in public, letting her distance herself as they were before, amber hues flashing with excitement as he looked at her.

…damn.

"Ichigo… this place looks familiar…."

He slowed as she did, looking over his shoulder at Inoue's curious look, Chad slipping off his headphones as they caught up; "Everything alright, Ichigo? Kuchiki-san?"

Huffing, looking around for anything she could recognize from the previous morning and finding none, Rukia turned to their gentle giant, smiling.

"Nothing's wrong, Sado-kun. Just thought I already visited this café before."

They moved along, Ichigo moving ahead to open the door for them.

"And this here is the venom sac for our poison."

"Hello, sir- may I take your order?"

The cash register snapped open, slammed close by her hip.

"One small latte, with whip cream!"

Coins were dropped into the small jar, the cup lifted off the counter.

"Will that be all for today-?"

"-would you like that sweetened-?"

"Can I take your order-?"

"-thank you, have a-!"

"That'll be-."

"Caramel-!"

Breathe. Wiping the counter, Rin smiled brightly at the young couple at the register, taking their order, excusing herself to make their drinks.

Bumping into Teru, their rookie-barista, Rin quickly moved through the recipes, smiling as Teru successfully breezed through hers; "Atta, girl. Now straight to the next customer!"

Saluting Rin playfully, the bleached-blonde handed over the order, smiling up to the next face in line with bright green eyes-

"Hello, may I take your order?"

Moving behind Teru to her register, Rin thanked the young college couple, looking up to her next customer, glancing over his shoulder to the door as a flash of orange stepped through-

Finally- Kurosaki.

"Teru…." Ringing up the drink's price, leaning into Teru leaning over towards her, Rin grinned prettily, jerking her chin towards the door; "Tall. Orange hair. A handsome scowl- off limits, hun. That's my Kurosaki-kun."

"Oh my… have you caught him already or still charming him?" They moved together to the side, snapping blenders and mixers in place.

"Charming him. He hasn't come in with a girlfriend."

Stealing a glance out into the crowded shop again, Rin found Ichigo's orange mane, the usual group of friends separating, her handsome male moving off towards the bathrooms as the busty woman and giant moved off towards the tables.

"Teru… cover me for ten minutes?"

Gasping, the rookie grinned brightly, nodding as she took Rin's drinks with her own; "Let me know what happens."

Winking, Rin snapped up the usual cup for Ichigo's choice drink, fixing it up; "Will do, Teru."

The hallway was deep, each bathroom to their left, separated by a water fountain; her heels clicking on the tiles as they made their way down, they came to a slow, turning to face him just a step behind her.

Arms crossed beneath her bosom, complemented by her v-neck, Rukia glared up playfully at him, cocking her hip as he stood before her, hands in his pockets; "What, midget?"

"I think I can go to the bathroom on my own, Strawberry."

Scoffing, Ichigo moved in on her, his body turning her into the wall, a hand leaving his jeans to rest by her ear against the wall; "We both know you don't need to go to the bathroom just twenty minutes after leaving the apartment."

"But then why else would I be here for, in this little hallway of ours, in this favorite shop of yours, Kurosaki-kun?"

He didn't answer her, his pocketed hand immediately on her jeans' hem just under her shirt, pulling her off the wall and wrapping his arm around her petite frame, holding her close as he turned them and hid her from sight.

His lips were on her crown, moving down for her to hear his low, husky voice; "Last night… and this morning…?"

"Hey, Kurosaki-kun."

Amber eyes narrowed as Rukia's hands gripped his jacket, Ichigo standing tall before looking over his shoulder, back to the hallway's entrance; "Hey…."

His tall, lean brunette barista stood there with a pretty smile, his usual drink held by her seemingly soft hands, her body in an inviting, waiting stance.

Shit.

"Was waiting for you to come in today. I have your drink ready, handsome."

Rin took a step towards him, frowning when he tensed at her movement, catching sight of his body moving closer to-

The drink fell from her hand at the sight of violet eyes as he moved, his arms secured around the small woman against his tall being.

Kurosaki-kun.

Le gasp!

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