I DON'T OWN BLEACH

By request, Shun/FemIchi (Sorry it took so long)

Special thanks to ShadowGouf for the moral support and to ilovekuramatoomuch for the vital help and inspiration to write this. HUGS Fuzzi

Another Tango

"I don't understand where did I go wrong?" Ukitake mumbles staring at his row of wilting Bonzai. "They die every time. Every single time... I give my plants so much love."

"Maybe you are loving them too much." Kyoraku says patting his friend on the shoulder.

"You can't love anything too much." His lips turn down in a frown. "Right?" Several branches fall off to the ground. "Oh dear..."

"HA~!" Shunsui chuckles, tilting his head up and the overcast sky and the first clouds of winter. "How about sharing some of that love with a person."

"Would they survive?" Juushiro sniffs gathering up the dead Bonzai in his arms. "I'm a... brutal killer after all."

"Ukitake..." Kyoraku turns away from the sight of a grown man cradling a bunch of withered and dead house plants. This is typical Juushiro, so genuine and open. If only his friend would admit his affection for the sixth division captain. "Just don't try and prune... Byakuya-chan." he adds with a blatant tease in his voice. It's too fun not to give Juushiro a bit of trouble after his years of subtle pinning for the dark-haired noble.

"Oh, I wouldn't-" The half-dozen pots in his arms drop to the wooden porch he is standing. The pieces of pottery shatter into thousands of pieces "Y-You know about that?"

"Juushiro-san, you are blushing~!" Shunsui's smile widens into a mischievous grin. "Ho? I think I feel Captain Kurosaki's reiatsu coming this way. Let's invite her over for a drink."

"Kyoraku!" he turns bright pink. "I-I don't think she will accept. She never accepts..."

"Today might be different. You never know until you try."

"And what about you and your Ichigo-chan problem? Are you you any different." Ukitake says, aware of the sore spot in Kyoraku's heart for the orange haired shinigami.

"She eludes me on a level I didn't think possible." he replies with a pronounced pout. "I haven't even seen her since..." Shunsui's face contorts into a blushing dreamy expression, his head tilting up to look at the clear blue sky.

"Oh, dear. You went and-"

"I couldn't help it." he moans dropping into a nearby patio chair. "She is irresistible in so many, many, many..."

"I get the point." Juushiro turns to motion for a servant to bring tea. "What are you going to do?"

"Do? What do you mean?" he replies faking his innocence. If Ichigo doesn't want to see him, what can he do to change her mind? "I don't have to do anything at all."

"You are hopeless, Kyoraku."

"Oi! You aren't much better!" Pointing a finger at Ukitake's prized banzai he chuckles. "You are replacing a woman with a damn tree. That is sick!"

"Even the tree is rejecting me." He mumbles laying his head on the table in despair, his fingertip nudging at a sugar cube.

"Juushiro..."

"What?" he mutters refusing to lift his white head up to look his friend in the face.

"I miss Ichi..."

"I know Shunsui."

"Juushiro...We are miserable."

"Yes, we are. At least we are together."

"That's it!" Shunsui slams a palm on the table making the sugar cubes lift in the air and crash back down scattering everywhere. "I will go tell my girl I love her, if you tell yours. What do ya say? The buddy system."

"I don't think-" Before Juushiro can turn him down he is grabbed by the shoulder. "Oh dear..."

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"Why don't you just..."

"Rukia, I'm not sure what to say to him." Ichigo replies flopping face first onto Rukia's bed. "He didn't show up for our date. I think it's clear he doesn't want to see me."

"Well, he is an idiot, and as your friend it's my responsibility to tell him off!" Rukia's fingers draw up into a fist. "No one has sex with my best friend then tosses them aside!"

"Oi... that doesn't make me feel better." she mumbles into a pillow too ashamed to even breathe.

"G-Get up and go over there and tell him you dump him!"

"I'm not really concerned about who dumped who." Her lungs start to burn from holding her breath too long. "I really liked him too." she manages to squeak running out of air.

"Oh god." Rukia's face contorts into a sorrow-filled expression. No! No way! This isn't going to happen, not to Ichigo. "That's it! I'm not taking this lying down!" Clutching a hand around Ichigo's ankle she drags her best friend off the bed and makes it to the doorway before the orange-headed girl manages to grab onto the sliding door. "L-Let me help you!"

"No! I want to eat ice cream and be depressed!" Her face tilts into a stubborn pout as she is yanked horizontal in the air. "You're supposed to be my friend and eat it with me!"

"Oh, I could go for some rocky road." she says dropping Ichigo and putting a hand to her face. "I think there is a pint left in the kitchen."

"Yes! You go get that pint!" Ichigo grins crawling back towards the bed in victory. "I'll meet you back here." Reaching out a hand she can already feel the soft comfort of the sheets on her skin. But no... the midget grabs her just when her fingers glide over the smooth surface. "R-Rukia, let me go!"

"I plan on it. Once we get to Captain Kyoraku's office that is..."

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To Shunsui's credit he looked everywhere: Ichigo's division, her office, even her human world house... that one was interesting. Isshin just looked at him like he was the devil, then invited him in for a 'snack' with the weirdest smile. Which turned out to be Isshin carving on a big ham, the knife in his hand looked huge. He seriously thought Ichigo's father was going to slice him up until he popped out of his gigai.

Exhaling a loud yawn, Kyoraku drags himself into his office too tired and pouty to even turn the light on. No dinner, no drinks, no Ukitake... he left him at the Kuchiki doorstep. "I hope he is having better luck than I am." Scuffling past his desk he sees something out of the corner of his eye and can barely believe it. But there she is, the woman he has been looking for all day. "Ummm, there seems to be an Ichigo tied to my desk."

"Mmm! Hmmm, Nggh!" she tugs against the thick fabric wrapped around her wrists and fights to talk with the gag in her mouth.

"It's not even my birthday." Leaning next to her writhing body her clicks on a small lamp. "But this is clearly marked for me." he says with a wide grin lifting the large Christmas gift tag from around her neck. "Christmas is still a few weeks away?"

"Grrrr!"

"No really. It's says; 'To Shunsui' hehehe 'From Santa' hahaha!" He tosses the small card on the ground and lazily takes his hat off. "I've never been very good at waiting to open gifts." he tells the girl thoroughly gift wrapped in large red bows around her ankles, wrists and knees. "I think I want my present now."

Ichigo narrows her eyes as he twirls his hat on the tip of his finger. Oh he is enjoying this. Damn that Rukia. She tricked her! This isn't fair! Fair is making him wait until he comes crawling to her and swearing he is an idiot without her. Despite being tied to the center of the huge desk she manages to kick out from her feet enough to scoot across the desk top and growl out a warning. "Back off!"

"Awe, don't be mad at me." Shunsui drops into the chair in front of the desk and grabs Ichigo's ankles to reel her in. "Not when I've missed you so much."

"Eh?" Ichigo instantly grows still, the tether keeping her on the desk is easily torn away by Shunsui and she finds herself on his lap.

"You heard me. I missed you..." Popping the gag out of her mouth he rubs his face to her cheek. "Sooooo much."

"Y-You didn't call or come by after I slept with you!" Her head cracks against his skull. "Y-You didn't even show up for our date! I'm mad!" she yells rising to her feet and hopping towards to door. "I'm very mad!"

"Oi! Now just a minute." He darts in front of her, his face half in shadow revealing a serious expression. "What date?"

"I-I called and left you a message three days after we..." Her head tilts, her eyes drifting to the floor. "You know."

"Message?"

"A voice mail! FORGET IT!" Furious and embarrassed she hops around him and lands on the door. Fight or flight is taking a whole new route, she is actually considering diving through that window on her right when she hears him punching buttons on his desk phone and her voice echoing through the dimly lit office.

"Um, I guess you aren't there. I umm, wanted to say hi and thought you might want to meet next weekend for a coffee or something..."

Oh god, she wants to die. She sounds so pathetic on that voice mail. "T-Turn it off!" she says hopping towards the desk.

"My message~!"

"I ummm, oh this is Ichigo. Haha... I should have said that earlier, right? Anyway, I'll meet you at the Slow Drip coffee shop near my house at five."

"Please turn it-"

Shunsui leans his ear near the speakerphone and rewinds the last part that's barely audible.

"I-I had a really nice time... Shun."

"I'm... S-S-S-Shun-kun?" That's it. He has heard a lot of things, but not something that sweet and adorable. "I've never been someone's Shun-kun before. You love me."

Ichigo's mouth drops open in terror. How could he know that? That message doesn't say that at all? "Fuck." Whirling around she hops to the window and prepares to dive out. But Shunsui has stepped on a lose piece of ribbon and begins to slowly pull her back to the desk where he is sitting. "I do not!"

"You do." he corrects her and tugs the ribbon enough to make her tip forward so he can catch her again. "I'm so happy~!"

"S-Stop it! I want to be mad a little longer!"

"Forgive me for missing our date. I promise to never make you wait again." Shunsui tells her in a soft voice, his fingers quickly unwinding the crimson colored ribbons from her tan skin. "I missed your touch, your sweet kiss..." With her back in his lap he suddenly lets the longing in his chest out. "I missed your warmth."

His voice, so smooth and low in it's masculine tone instantly makes her stop struggling and look him in the face. Ichigo's voice catches in her throat watching the sincerest smile turn up the corner of his lips. She missed him too and that is all that really matters. The anger melts away with the first passionate kiss.

Demanding and strong his mouth draws at her lower lip, the soft wetness urging him to caress her caramel colored skin. Faster, he tears at the ribbon until the last piece of it hits the floor and scatters under his sandals. Instantly his hands find her toned body, his right hand gliding down her neck to cup a firm breast, while his left slips around her waist lifting her to sit on his desk.

It feels so good to be here, in his arms, to be special to him. His lips work a powerful magic, expressing his intent to keep her under him, they slip over her mouth rough and forceful. The moment Shunsui's lips touch hers, Ichigo lifts her hands, to clenching her fingers within the folds of his pink haori. She briefly pauses, his lips find their way to her neck and everything comes alive. The tingling up her arms make her hands pull impatiently at his clothes. The anger turns into a fire in her stomach spinning faster, and faster. "Ah!" She can barely see his face, now buried in her breasts, her nipples seized and delightfully captured between his teeth and the palms of his large hands. Her body arches, her fingers finding the edge of the desk to grip.

"I missed the way you taste." he says flicking out his tongue to slide over a nipple.

"Ah! Again!" she mutters grabbing his head and holding him to her breast. The pleasure rising in her body almost high enough to make her come. "I-I missed you too." Ichigo manages to whisper before allowing the dark haired man to enfold her in his arms tightly, to press her against his broad, hard chest, to hold her in another kiss so close, so very close.

"I missed the smell of your skin." Confessing, touching, clinging, nothing isn't allowed with her, Ichigo is impossible to shut out. Nudging his hips to hers and claiming her lips in another kiss he tugs at his own clothes, eager to be inside her again. "I missed the warm heat waiting here for me." he moans loudly sliding a hand over her velvety pussy, the moisture coaxing him to linger there and explore. "I missed the way you come." Finding her clit he strokes her lightly, waiting to feel her hips push against him.

Within seconds she is panting under him, her arms looped around his neck and feeling the pressure in her body big to peak. "Ah!"

His mouth covers her sweet lips, her body becoming hot and pulsating with need that matches his own. Her lips push back and open to him, so soft and tempting. Tugging on her plump bottom lip with his teeth, he finally unties his belt and lets his pants drop to the floor.

Leaving her with just barely enough time to shift her weight, he slides into her quick and deep. They both exhale a moan of pent-up relief finally finding the bliss of each others bodies. With her on the edge of his desk and him standing they move together in a slow rocking motion.

The problems, the confusion, and the anger only moments ago are replaced with urgency. She lifts up eagerly humming approvingly when Shunsui's hips, drive against her and pause then thrust hard.

Watch her face light up, that unique moment of fire and shock fills her amber eyes as she ripples to life around his cock almost sends him over the edge. Releasing a loud grunt he slows into a comfortable pace, his hands circling her hips to control the depth of his thrust.

"Ah! Ah!" Moist, open mouthed kisses were trail up her throat and under her ear, his teeth nibble on her earlobe softly, seductively caressing the cinnamon scented, sensitive flesh. He is everywhere, touching and kissing, tugging and licking. She is lost, addicted to the feeling, to him. Reaching out, her fingers thread into his thick hair, tugging it out of it's band and freeing it as they move together.

Beneath him Ichigo writhes on the polished surface, the pace steadily increasing, their mouths gasping for air. The throbbing, oh the throbbing is taking over. Her ability to speak lost to pleasure, she moans loudly as Shunsui speeds up his thrusts again, taking her whole without restraint. The slick heat inside her squeezes at his cock mercilessly. And he loves it. Ichigo's long legs close around his hips with surprising strength, urging his cock deeper into her passage. Just a little more. The slight shift triggering her to suck in a deep breath of air. Her voice lifting high, the powerful sensation building, and building until she cries out in pleasure.

It's madness to his body, the way she clenches him, impossibly tight. Just one more time, he can handle it. Shunsui thrusts hard against her, his jaw tight with restraint. The sweet torture unleashes a torrent inside him, he can't breathe. Their voices joined, with only the creaking of the desk, Shunsui spills inside Ichigo's quivering body.

Halfway collapsing on her chest, he lays his head on her shoulder, the steamy heat of the room suddenly noticeable.

"Have I told you... how much you mean to me?" she says through deep panting breaths.

Shunsui doesn't answer, he shakes his head instead, leaning up and bracing his weight with his palms.

"I will." Her lips curl into a wide smile. "But, first... I want another tango."

"Friday night, five o'clock."

Later that night Shunsui wakes up from bed and lifts and finger up into the air. "I keep thinking I forgot something."

"You mean other than checking your voice mail?" Ichigo says sleepily, tugging the covers in his bed over her head.

"I forgot about Ukitake!"

Hey all! i bet you thought I forgot eh? HAHA I didn't I was just really sick. But I'm better now and I have several holiday one shots planned and also some fun/sexy one shots headed your way before the holidays! YAY! I hope you look forward to them!

Do you want to know what happens with Ukitake? If so look for the one-two shot story called "Confessing to a Princess" coming soon!

In the works for Karma; 13! Toshiro/FemIchi, My 600th reviewer request of Bya/FemIchi, Aizen/FemIchi, Starrk/FemIchi.

Independent works; Bya/FemJuu, Ichigo/ Bya (yaoi), Ichigo/FemBya, Also I'm considering... a Juushiro is Seventeen Juu/FemIchi fic. What do you think?