Chapter 18: Telephone

SEX. Cause the idiot I've fallen for kills me with his smile and his witty jokes only science majors would get. If you don't like the sex scenes to a mature story, all you need to know ends when he says he'll talk to his sister. After that, it's five pages worth of foreplay and sex. Yes, I can be shameless and post a chapter of only 2,733 words with nothing truly productive towards the plot. It's not edited, so hopefully I wrote it well enough. Enjoy, yo.

Rukia felt Ichigo climb into bed, his strong arm wrapping around her waist, pulling himself close against her body beneath their warm sheets.

She closed her eyes as he nuzzled her neck, Ichigo breathing in that scent of hers; "You alright, midget?"

Nodding, she pushed back into his warmth, turning her chin to look at him, smirking as his mouth pressed a kiss against her cheek. Rukia turned her head back onto the pillow, hand grasping its fluff.

"How did… what did Inoue say?"

Ichigo was resting his jaw against her shoulder, amber eyes looking down at what he could see of hers.

"…you know how she is. Told me she wanted you to be happy, that she needed time."

"Do you believe that? Time, I mean?"

Ichigo closed his eyes, opening them back up as he looked at her; "In the long run, yeah…."

Ichigo groaned as he felt a weight settle against the curve of his lower back, amber eyes slowly opening at the smell of his precious white mocha- with caramel- teasing his nose, a soft hand running up his spine until fingers tangled themselves in his mane; "Kuchiki…."

"Kurosaki," she grinned, leaning over to rest his coffee on his desk, Ichigo moaning at the rough feel of her jeans against his skin. Rukia sat back on his curve, legs straddling his waist, hands slowly rubbing at his muscles, following them down.

She was enjoying the moans he was giving her, a small frown soon pulling at her lips.

"…did you hear this morning, at breakfast?"

Sighing, his head resting on his arm, Ichigo stared at the wall against his bed, biting his lip; "Yeah."

Rukia shifted her hips, holding back a moan as she moved against him, pushing her hands back up his spine, pausing at his rough voice; "I know when tryouts start. I'll talk to her."

A comfortable silence grew within his room, little morning light coming through his frosted windows, Rukia's hands running over his back. She couldn't help spreading her legs ever so slightly more, feeling the heat of his curve through her jeans, a throbbing want driving her to grind down into him, Ichigo moaning at the rolling weight against his lower back.

He didn't want to admit it, but the War? Definitely gave him a few years on his bones.

"Liking this, Kurosaki?" Ichigo huffed out a breath at her voice, catching the light pants from her lips, the warmth between her legs growing as she kept rolling her hips, his hand clenching the sheets as her nails dug into him.

Having enough, needing much more, Ichigo was fast to bring his hands to his side, shoulders back as he bucked his rear up, bringing Rukia up onto her knees long enough to turn onto his back beneath her, hands gripping her hips as he pushed her back down onto him.

Startled as she was, Rukia quickly stripped of her sweater, amber eyes on her bare skin and bra, her hips grinding down against his pelvis as he gripped them tighter; "F-fuck. Not cold e-nough for shirts, midget?"

Dragging a hand through her hair, Rukia bit her smirking lips as she jerked her hips, sighing as she felt his arousal harden to her liking, trying not to laugh as violet looked down at him with playful hues.

"The things I think of lately between us are enough to keep me warm, Berry."

Ichigo's abdomen tightened as he shot up to catch her lips, Rukia smiling wickedly as she fell into his lap with arms about his neck, her legs moving to wrap around him; biting and pulling at her lips, taking in as much as he could of her, Ichigo lifted her rear to ease his erection of the painful pressure, groaning as she simply moved back onto it.

"Shit, Ru-kia." He could barely stand it, huffing out against her panting mouth as she moved into him, writhing however she could against him, hands moving up into his mane.

Leaning back on her arm, hand fisting around his hair as another gripped his knee, Rukia nearly whined as he struggled to tear her fly open, Ichigo nearly ripping the zipper apart. Pulling herself back against him, his arm over her back to grip her shoulder, Rukia cried out at his hand forcing itself between her legs, fingering her wet labia, mouths moving desperately onto each other.

Breaths heavy through their noses, Rukia's hands buried and pulling at his orange mane, Ichigo pinched at her hard clitoris and traced her folds back and forth, moaning as her grinding rammed his hand over his bulge, growling at the heat between them.

Reaching up into her tresses damp with growing sweat, Ichigo tore her lips from his as he pulled her down and turned their bodies, Rukia gasping as she met the mattress, body sprawled out beneath his larger build.

Pulling out his hand from her jeans, tongue running over his canine as he caught sight of his hand wet from her arousal, Ichigo gripped either side of her jeans' hem, roughly tearing them down her sinful thighs, pulling them further down her legs until he could toss them aside.

Rukia moaned as he moved back over her, hand tangling itself into her hair as she gripped the sheets, pulling her crown back to expose her neck to his wanting mouth, his death god gasping painfully at his bite making her arch desperately into him, legs rubbing and pulling at his hips.

Soothing her skin with his tongue, suckling and nipping at her, he groaned as a wild thrust against her left him, Rukia tightening her legs around his hips and driving him back against her, her moans filling his mind. Biting down once more, Ichigo moved back up to her lips, mouths moving fiercely against each other, her legs dragging his sweats down with every movement they made.

Shoving his hand between their hot, sweating bodies, reaching down between their writhing pelvises, Ichigo fingered her wet cotton, pushing it aside to find her warm arousal again, smiling into her open moans; "I-Ichi-go-!"

He wasn't sure what pulled him from her mouth, his sexual experience so far hardly enough to put such want on his tongue, yearning the taste he didn't know- but still he found himself pulling the cotton down to her calves, only bothering to slip it off a single leg, hands pushing them apart as he moved away, only far enough to lean down-

"Ah-h, fuck, I-Ichigo-!"

She was panting so desperately, moaning with every drag of his tongue he gave her labia, his lips and teeth treating her soaked arousal as he would her mouth, taking her all in for his want; grasping anything she could, eyes shut tight as she tried to scream so beautifully, Rukia tried not to trash her legs about his head, groaning as he bit the edge of her folds, bucking up into his mouth.

Rukia forced out a moan as she pushed up enough to look down her body, his orange hair between her legs, her arms giving out quickly at the sight, Rukia falling back down with a cry to the ceiling. Dragging his tongue up once more, pulling away slowly as he sucked at her hard clit, he quickly pressed a kiss against her, turning his head to find her hot thigh, biting the skin.

Catching his breath against her, mouth open as he tasted her, Ichigo looked up to Rukia's limp body as she gasped and panted for air, hands losing their hold of the sheets, amber eyes closing at the sight.

How he hasn't lost himself, blown his control in his sweats, he didn't know; but he bit her thigh, huffing against her skin- "D-do you like it?"

Rukia stared up at the light fixture above them, nodding, moaning as he bit her again, hands grabbing her hips as he lay between them, one of her legs hooked over his shoulder.

Ichigo rubbed his forehead against her thigh, their hot skin covered with sweat, Ichigo shaking his head; "Tell me."

She slammed her head against his mattress beneath them, curling her leg against him.

"Hai, hai-!"

Ichigo moved back to her sex, mouth taking her fully, tongue rubbing at her throbbing clitoris as her hand shot out to grab a fistful of his mane, Ichigo moaning into her as she pulled at him, a loud, long moan leaving her as he moved his mouth against her.

Rukia lost her voice at the feel of his tongue suddenly delving deep into her, her legs tightening around his head as she pulled roughly at his hair, a scream forced out as she came.

She fell back breathless, eyes blurred as she looked about her in a heavy, pleasured haze, hand loose around his mane as Ichigo continued between her legs, slowly lapping up her taste. Rukia could barely register the sensual licks he was still giving her, her legs limp about him, eyes closing as she slowly took back her breath; "Ichigo."

His tongue ran up her folds one last time, Ichigo carefully moving out from her legs, pressing kisses along her skin as he moved, trailing his tongue over her heaving stomach, biting at her bra between her breasts. Moving back over her, Rukia could feel his solid arousal back against her, leaning up to meet him in a searing kiss as he left her neck, both shinigami moaning as Rukia tasted herself within his lustful mouth.

Arm moving under her back as they caressed each other's tongues, Ichigo unhooked her bra with practiced ease, blindly pulling the material off her body, palming her neglected breast as they kissed.

Rubbing at her nipples, kneading her mounds he could curve his entire hand to, Ichigo abandoned her mouth to take them in, biting down roughly at their bottom curves, running his tongue over her hardened nipples as she moaned; writhing again.

Taking in as much as her breast as he could, slowly pulling away until his teeth bit down before releasing her nub, Ichigo forced himself back onto his knees, dark hues running over her naked body.

He gripped her knees, his arousal begging painfully for release; "Ichigo, what-?"

"I… we don't have condoms anymore." A hand ran roughly through his hair, shuddering as he looked at her, her hot body so close; "I'll go… shower… fuck."

Sitting up, her raven tresses an erotic mess about her sweating skin and panting lips, violet eyes looking up at him-

"Would my gigai really bear a child, Ichigo-?"

"A body coming from Urahara? I wouldn't be surprised." Huffing, wiping his brow from sweat, he made to move off the bed when he felt her hand brush his heated skin, fingers slipping beneath the hem of his sweats to grasp it and pull his attention back onto her; "What about that pill?"

Ichigo looked from her hand along his pelvis, shaking his head, bangs teasing his cheeks from the sweat.

"You have to be on that at least a week-."

"I've heard girls talk about another one."

Staring at her, his mind immediately knowing which one after years of an elaborated "talk" from his medical father, Ichigo's hands gripped her knees again, biting his lip; "…you're sure-?"

"Do you prefer your hand?"

Glaring at her smirk, Ichigo held back a growl as his hands moved to grip the back her knees, pulling her down against him as he leaned over her smaller body, hands moving onto her wrists as he took claim of her mouth, humping against her.

His member roused again after the few moments they hesitated, Ichigo pulled away only long enough to strip of his pants, Rukia's breath catching as she watched him, moving back up the bed until she fell back on his pillow.

Following her, settling between her legs before he spread them more, Ichigo took hold of her hips and pulled her against him, the curve of her thighs into her rear fitted against the dangerous dip between his thigh and pelvis, his erection rubbing along her labia quickly becoming wet again.

Ichigo rubbed at her core with his fingers, Rukia closing her eyes as she shuddered and moaned, eyes opening at his husked voice; "Might hurt like our first night again…."

She only pushed herself onto him, his hand leaving her to position the head of his member against her, moving onto her hip.

Amber on violet, he pushed the tip of his penis into her, breathing in deeply while she gasped, his breath leaving him as he pushed again to bury himself within her.

The noises he was driving out of her where like no other she'd given him, Rukia's hand grasping tightly onto his arm beside her, her other holding on desperately to his headboard, his bed creaking with every move they made; pushing into her over and over, lifting her hips to penetrate deeper, Ichigo huffed with every thrust he gave her, biting down painfully on his lip as she moaned, trying not to release himself.

He had thought he'd finish himself quickly, feeling her slick walls against his bare arousal for the first time, her warmth and her wetness and her breasts following the thrusts he drove into her, what he'd done to her before running over in his mind- but she had quickly fallen from her first high, responding to him with whines and moans, his thrusts moving faster and deeper within her as she grew wet.

He couldn't end without her; not without seeing that look whenever she came, not without hearing her scream.

Ichigo slowed enough to suddenly pull her even closer, leaning over her with his body spreading her legs further apart, his hips thrusting into new depth; screaming at his hips losing pace, becoming frantic, Rukia gasped as he leaned in and bit at her jaw, following it up to press his lips to her ear-

"No one, Rukia… no one will be with you the way I am-!"

Rukia closed her eyes tight, feeling the last seconds of their passion rush at her.

She felt incredible, nothing like the times he'd taken her with protection, Ichigo feeling every bit of her around him. He couldn't take it, jerking abruptly into her, hearing Rukia's voice catch as her nails suddenly dug into his skin, so harshly they drew blood; groaning, ejaculating into her, Ichigo slowly rode out his climax, Rukia panting as she laid there, watching him finish.

The noble heiress could hardly breathe, chest heaving as she fought for air, her hand on his headboard falling to the mattress; arm shaking, thighs and so many more muscles burning, Ichigo gave up his hold of her hips, his hand shooting out to hold himself above her, sweat running down his skin as he panted, looking at her.

Rukia stared into amber behind those bangs, a smile ghosting over her lips, violet eyes losing themselves in the open depth of his ambers, his skin practically glowing from their heat and sweat. His mane wet and roughed around, mouth open for desperate breaths, she looked over him in silence, feeling a tightening in her chest.

"…I don't want anyone else to ever see you like this…."

Ichigo breathed out a laugh, shaking his head as he leaned in to kiss her, tongues sneaking a caress before they broke apart. Brushing her hair back, he moved his hand to her hip, slowly pulling out his spent sex, Rukia closing her eyes with a sigh as he left her.

Opening them as he moved, Rukia lightly smiled as he lowered himself onto his bed, his arm around her waist pulling her with him onto her side, her smaller frame curling about him, leg swung over his hip.

He pulled whatever he could of his blanket over them, dropping his head onto his pillow smelling like nothing but Rukia, eyes slowly becoming heavy as hers- a crooked smile pulling at his lips as he hugged her closer; "Thanks for my mocha, by the way."

Grinning against his chest, Rukia closed her eyes, wrapping an arm around his strong back.

"You're welcome…."

I hate his guts. Not Ichi, of course. I shall try to update a real chapter soon as possible. Good night/morning.

Much love, KurosakiLove