I DON'T OWN BLEACH

I had so much fun with this one!

Warnings include sex and all that.

Stormy Weather

Part 2; Typhoon Trouble

Ishida thought he had made himself perfectly clear. His instructions were explicit.

"Everyone run to the docks and take the next ferry. The house needs to be boarded up. I will follow you on the last boat in an hour." Is what he said to the entire group not forty-five minutes ago. However...

"Oh... What... what if I put out my Shun Shun Rika and cover everyone with it?" Orihime's eyes grows large and glassy with excitement. "Then we could watch the typhoon and have fresh sushi!"

Yes, Kurosaki laughed her ass off.

"Inoue-san." Ishida lifts his hand in the air in protest, his right eye twitching with each stifled chuckle coming from Ichigo's mouth. "I do not think your Shun Shun Rika will cover the entire island. But thank you."

Being the responsible person he is, Ishida made sure his friends were packed and escorted them to the the boat. He waved as Chad, Orihime and Ichigo floated away from the harsh winds lapping at his long white coat tails.

So why...

"Oi~!" Comes a irritatingly familiar female voice from downstairs. "Ishida~~ Oi~!"

Why did that idiot Kurosaki come back here?!

Stomping down the stairs Ishida narrows his eyes at the sopping wet sight of Ichigo standing in the entryway with a ridiculous smile on her face. "You jumped into the ocean, didn't you?!"

Ichigo shrugs her shoulders looking away. Ishida's foot smacks the floor in frustration.

And these two once faced espada...

"I don't need your help!" Turning away from her drenched face his eyes slant to the floor in worry. Now he will need to protect her, and if she is hurt it can only be his fault for not making sure she is safe. "Why don't you ever listen to me!?"

"I couldn't leave you behind! So deal with it!"

"Oh... I'll deal. " Ishida grumbles, whirling around and pushing her on the back towards the front door. "I'm good at dealing!"

"N-Now wait a minute Ishida..." Ichigo wedges herself in the doorway by planting her feet on the door frame. "I"m not leaving!"

"Quit acting like a child!" he pushes open the door, the wind and rain floods inside the foyer drenching him. Holding the door with his foot he wraps his arms around Ichigo's waist and yanks. "Let go, Ichigo!" he yells above the roar of the winds pounding at their bodies.

Feeling her fingers and feet slip away from the door she tucks her body and flips around. The momentum of the turn plus the force of the wind blows her directly on top of Ishida, their bodies hit the ground with a thud.

"Kurosaki...get off me and get on that boat!"

"You mean that boat?" she says leaning up and pointing towards the ferry that is slowly vanishing in the horizon. "He didn't wait? I want my twenty bucks back!"

"Y-You seriously thought..." he stutters out his sentence with her breasts pushed against him in the most delightfully terrible way. Is she wearing that little bikini underneath her clothes? That's just... "You thought he would stay during a typhoon?!"

"Why do you keep repeating yourself?" Ichigo's lips pout slightly. "He said he would."

Ishida's eyes narrow, as the misery of the situation becomes clear. "Now we are stuck here to weather out the storm."

"Well, at least you aren't alone."

"That doesn't make me feel better!"

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With no other option than returning to the house the two drip their way up stairs and into Ishida's bedroom.

"I only have a few choices left, you will have to make due with a shirt until your clothes dry." he says, pulling out a t-shirt from his closet and handing it to a shivering Ichigo. "Is she wearing that bikini under there? Oh her..." H-Hard ni-nipples are this evil plot designed to taunt men with the untouchable, and that bastard god is up there laughing his ass off at him right now. Ichigo's breasts aren't typical, they are Goldilocks to him, not too small or too big. To Ishida they are perfect. "It's not much but you might not be as cold-"

"How do you know I'm cold? I haven't complained at all?"

His eyes tilt to the ceiling. "Here's a pair of shorts. My bathroom is right though there." Pointing a finger at the door he watches her vanish inside and waits. "You can just toss your wet stuff out to-" The door opens and her soaked bikini smacks him across the face, the bra manging to hang off his right right ear by a strap. "See god hates me." Clamping his eyes shut he swipes the bikini top off his head and stomps out of the room, and towards the laundry room downstairs.

Hearing a loud banging noise he slants his gaze towards the boarded up windows with a hint of concern. The wind is starting to blow at the shutters as the typhoon approaches. This house is fairly modern, but he still has a hint of concern for the high storm winds and torrential rain that is sure to fall.

Ishida walks past the living through the kitchen and into the room built between the garage and the kitchen. Walking up to the washer he lifts the lid and starts to put in Ichigo's clothes when he catches her scent still lingering on them despite being soaking wet. Flicking his eyes to the right and then the left he presses his face into her bikini top taking a deep breath. Warm... the bra part is still warm from being next to her skin. "Kurosaki, why do you smell better than any other woman I've ever met?" He... is being a pervert! He jerks away the bikini top stuffing it into the washer with his face blazing hot. "Why... her..." he whispers putting a hand over his face and turning around to slide down the front of the washing machine. "It'll only be troubling."

Allowing his head to tilt up, his arms move to limply lay at his sides while he thinks it through. It's no good, he already understands that he is in love with her and nothing is going to push him out of it. He wants her, that's a fact and no logic can shake him to his senses. Rising from the floor he unbuttons his shirt and drops it into the washer and unbuckles his pants.

"Hey Ishida want me to make some lun-" her voice stops cold as she stares at the bold blue Quincy mark on Ishida's chest. "Is that?"

"Yes." he answers without looking at her. You don't look, you don't reach out and hope, and you don't speak a word of how you really feel about Ichigo Kurosaki. She is an oblivious type and her answers might break you. "Ryuken shot me and this mark is something I will carry with me."

"Did it hurt?" she asks lifting a hand up and shyly touching the center of the cross on his chest. This is the first time she has actually seen it, the bold blue mark engraved like a tattoo. Running her finger along the edges her eyes widen and turn glassy. "It feels like a scar." she whispers, so lost in the blue line that the hand wrapping around her takes her off guard.

"Pain can be forgotten if it's replaced by tenderness." he says quietly feeling so unsure holding her hand to his chest and tilting his head at her genuine expression. "I sound too stupid, she isn't going to-"

"Ohhhh." Leaning forward she presses her lips to the center of his chest and Ishida's heartbeat instantly quickens. Blinking in surprise she slowly lifts her head up knowing they are heading for something, some new place. Frightened, but mesmerized by the look in his bold blue eyes she leans toward him and Ishida meets her halfway.

Something inside him pulls to breathe, to be unleashed to the surface. And he let's it out in a devastating kiss.

This time she is certain, his lips are firm. his arms quickly reaching out and grabbing her in a passionate embrace. Before she can take a breath she is turned around and lifted up to sit on the top of the washing machine. Pouring out everything he can into the kiss, his palms streak over her cheeks down to her neck up then up into her hair. Curling his fingers into thick ginger hair he tugs gently. Arching her head back, the excitement from touching begins rising rapidly, his lips digging hotly at hers.

Letting out a gasp in surprise her fingers whiten clutching at the edge of the washer. The force of his kiss sends shivers up her arms, and the beating of her heart races far ahead of her to some distant place. Her lips move trying to mouth his name but his teeth are already nipping away the shape, his tongue slipping past her lips steals the sound. He is fierce, raging a path from her lips to her neck, and she loves it. "Ah!" she finally gasps loudly as her hands leave the washer and her legs part to let him between. Instantly her hands grab at his hair slipping through his short silky locks gripping tightly for a moment before raking back through.

Every tug at his scalp sends him further into a daze, the scent of her, the feel of her freshly washed skin are tortuous pleasures. How can a woman be so soft and sweetly dangerous at the same time? His body goes tight and the familiar heat in his groin begins pleading. "I'm getting too worked up." Ishida's mouth relents, his body starts to pull back. "Hit me already, Kurosaki..."

"The hell I will." she says jerking him back and curling her legs around his waist. Crashing her lips against his, she pulls at her t-shirt and pauses the kissing just long enough to toss it away somewhere. She wants to feel more, and fast. He is like a tempest finally allowed to wreck havoc on her body.

"Ohhhh." he groans suddenly skin to skin with her. The plump breasts that were once so untouchable are now rubbing up and down as she breathes heavy against his chest. Any thought of quitting is crushed now and his hands move up her slender waist to cup her golden breasts. His breath catches in his throat, and the incredible firm softness that has teased his mind warms his palms.

Fingers find her already painfully tight nipples and nudge at them his touch sending a spark of pleasure through her body each time. Then his tongue slips out and snakes over her right nipple, circling it. "Oh more... more." she moans and she gets it when his lips suck in her nipple. Over and over his fingertips and mouth explore her breasts heightening her desire, until she's ready to scream at him.

With his mouth busy sucking away at her nipple and his left hand groping at her left breast, his right hand moves down her belly and into her shorts. He finds her there, the core of her heat, the moisture sinking into his finger.

Unable to breathe or think she feels his finger begin to move. Arching her body, her hips ache to move towards him. "Mmmm." Ichigo moans lost to the power he has over her. "No stop, no... don't quit, take control..." her mind screams from the pleasure coursing through her body. Is this why people become addicted to each other? It's like leaving yourself behind and letting the wicked voices in your head drive you into madness. Hooked now, she drives her hips against that blissful fingertip, her reward shaking her body to the bone. "I-I'm coming!" she pleads, her whole body quaking out a scream she struggles to control. But it's impossible his movement increases, his pressure, and the stimulation is too much. A wave of climax ripples through her, one followed another, Ishida doesn't miss a beat torturing the pulsating bud then slipping inside her opening to feel her tremble around her finger. "Ahhh!"

Her climax is hypnotizing, her watches her ride it out with a heavy lid gaze so anxious to share in that, to be inside her body that doesn't notice her right hand dive inside his open pants until her finger wrap around his erection. With things suddenly shifting to him, he lifts his hand away and pulls down his zipper.

"Inside, now... now!" she demands pushing his pants down with her feet, then wrapping her heals around his waist to draw him closer. Bracing her hands on the washer she lifts her hips to sit on the very edge and stares at his cock bobbing free and fully erect. Long and thick with a bulbous head, Ishida's manhood nudges at her entrance and then pushes inside. Instantly she is in a state of surprise and satisfaction. He moves deeper stretching the skin of her opening and she jerks at the pinching pain, looking up at him she sees his eyes widen in shock.

"Why didn't you-" A hand clamps over his mouth, and the heels digging at his ass shove him the rest of the way inside her tight sheathe. "Ohh.." he groans from between her fingers at the sudden heat and drenching moisture spreading to let him in.

"Not a word about it!" Ichigo warns, arching her hips up and down, her gaze fixed on his shinning blue eyes. She moves slow, her breaths starting to quicken as a deep throbbing inside starts to grow and grow until she starts to shake. Ishida's hands wrap around her waist, his body moving to meet hers in a steady pace. "K-Kiss me."

Nearly out of his mind, soon as her hand lifts away he crashes against her lips. Everything is suddenly to much. His hips move on their own, his arms wrapping around her slender shoulders, so his palms can cup the top of her head. Holding her close, he feels her pulsating, hears her voice become light and intoxicating. "I feel you, Ichigo." he whispers near her ear before nipping at her neck and flicking his tongue over her skin.

Falling, and rising over and over Ichigo savors the feeling of him over her, the sweat from his brow dripping down on her cheek, the masculine scents mixing with hers as his thrusts tip her past the edge and back again.

The tightening in his body announces his limit and he moves toward it pounding once, twice, and a third time before she clamps around him and his inescapable orgasm wrings it's way up his shaft and into her. Shaken and gasping for breath he continues to piston in and out of her until the fluttering of her body calms and she goes limp.

"You're-You're wild..." Ichigo says finally breaking the silence between them. "It's shocking!"

"To you and me both, Ichigo." He has never gotten so worked up before. Pulling out of her, he winces at her words. If he had known... "It's you... you make my blood boil."

"Hey Ishida?" Ichigo tugs on the T-shirt he gave her and fights the urge not to giggle from how good she feels. "How about the next time, we do it in the shower and without your glasses?"

"Next time?" he says turning to look at her. "You aren't mad?"

"No. But I do have a question."

"What's that?"

"Who is Han?" Ichigo points down to her T-shirt that proclaims 'Han shot first' with a curious tilt of her head.

"Y-You don't know who Han Solo is?! Star Wars? Empire? Come on you must know about the Empire!" he sputters pulling off his glasses and setting them on the washing machine.

"Wow you totally geeked out right there." She winks at him and darts towards the stairs. "Help me Obi Wan you're my only hope!"

"You know!"

Again I had fun writing Ishida all wild in lust. I hope you did too! HUGS and review me! I could write another part to this I had so much fun so send me some cookies and I will! oh! and vote in my poll please! Thankies! HUGS Fuzzi