Recap of Chapter 8:

Rukia looked into Ichigo's dilated pupils and was entranced with the adoration in his eyes. Ichigo's hands began to slip up her dress once again and this time Rukia moaned. It was a deep, lusty moan and Ichigo thought he'd never heard a sound more beautiful. She felt Ichigo's arousal twitch beneath her. He reached down and pulled Rukia's dress over her head, leaving her clad in her matching red lace bra and panties. It was an image that would be burned into his retinas forever.

Chapter 9

Rukia had a flash of embarrassment the way that Ichigo stared intensely at her nearly nude form and attempted to shift away from his intense gaze.

"Don't." His firm voice ordered. "You're beautiful." Ichigo muttered in a voice so heavily laced in need that he hardly recognized it as his own. Rukia swallowed hard as Ichigo bent his head down and placed a scorching kiss on her lips. Rukia's hands began to wander across the wide expanse of his back and a wave of lust washed over her as she explored his tan skin and muscular arms and chest. She truly did appreciate that he was a cop and had to work keep fit. He was build like an Adonis, all muscle, tanned and simply delicious.

For several minutes the pair continued to explore each other's forms, their lips locked and tongues dueling...

DING DONG

"Motherfucker!" Ichigo yelled out. "Go away!" He yelled towards the door, furious that someone had to have impeccable timing.

Rukia swatted at his head. "Idiot, don't yell!" Rukia began to re-assemble herself anxiously, "Hold on a second!" She nearly laughed at the petulant look on Ichigo's face. She placed a soft kiss on his lips as she headed towards the door.

Wanting to rid himself of their unwanted visitor Ichigo stomped over to the door and swung it open before Rukia could get to it. "Who the hell are you?" Ichigo asked in an irritated tone "Whatever you're selling, we don't want it. If you're here to tell us about your religion, we don't care.." The man standing before Ichigo looked like he belonged in an office in some high rise, not in this little town. He was wearing a crisp gray business suit and had a look of complete disgust as he stared at Ichigo. The man's eyes glided past Ichigo and over to Rukia.

"Rukia." The man's eyes were unreadable, dark and unmoving.

In an instant Rukia's eyes widened and she flew over past Ichigo and stood in front of the man. "Byakuya." She smiled nervously at the man, who continued to have a dispassionate look on his face.

"Who is this tool?" Ichigo asked rudely as he leaned against the frame of the door. Rukia punched Ichigo roughly in the arm.

"This is Byakuya Kuchiki, my brother." She mumbled an apology to her brother before asking, "Why are you here?"

"Ya, why are you here? This is MY house after all." Ichigo snickered as he wrapped his arms around Rukia. She stiffened in his arms and attempted to pull away slightly from his grasp.

"I stopped by the house and Urahara told me that you were out.. And probably here." Byakuya didn't once lift his eyes to look at Ichigo again. "I must say that I am extremely surprised and disappointed by your behavior." Byakuya stated in a firm, but even voice.

"I know." Rukia looked down at the ground and began to shuffle her feet. "I couldn't go through with it." She admitted quietly.

"It was all over the papers and gossip rags when you left. I hope you realize that you left a complete mess for both families to clean up." Byakuya hated having to be so stern with her, but it was horrendous.

"Hey hey buddy. I know she up and bailed on her fiancé, but you can't come to my house and start talking to her like she's a kid. She's an adult and deserves to be spoken as one." Ichigo interrupted and pointed an accusing finger at Byakuya.

Byakuya's eyes lifted to Ichigo and the man raised an eyebrow. "This matter is of no concern to you."

Rukia frowned, this wasn't exactly the reunion she had expected… actually, maybe it was the reunion she expected. She knew he was going to be mad and disappointed, but she hadn't expected that he would come all this way to find her. "Brother please." Her voice was resigned and quiet.

"He's here, he insisted that he come here with me. I hope that when you see him, that you'll realize you've made a mistake."

Rukia's eyes widened and she could feel Ichigo's arms tighten protectively around her. "He's here?" She whispered in disbelief. 'Why would he come here?'

"We will be at your house tomorrow at noon." With that Byakuya left.

Ichigo shut the door and lead Rukia to the couch, where she sat silently for a few moments. "Are you okay?" Ichigo asked after several minutes of silence.

"Ya.." Rukia stated robotically. "No." She said after a shake of the head. "I've gotta tell you a story…"

Ichigo put an arm around her. "Go for it."

"Kaien and I grew up together and were best friends. Our families ran in the same social circle and were almost always together. From the time we were little kids, our families pushed us together. It was the whole money should marry money to combine their incomes and become even more money. Eventually we started dating just to see how it'd go. We figured we were friends and it could work with us being together. It would go along with what our families wanted. For a long time we dated and everything was nice, then after we graduated college he proposed. When I accepted, I think I really did imagine that I could spend the rest of my life with him. As it got closer to our wedding date, I realized that while I loved him, I wasn't in love with him. I know that sounds cliché. I loved him, but not in the way that he deserved. I never had. The whole situation went on too long and it got out of control. The day of the wedding came and while I was staring in the mirror when I was getting ready to walk down the aisle, I freaked out. I couldn't marry someone I wasn't in love with just because that's what our families wanted. I left him a letter, but ultimately I ended up just leaving him at the altar. It wasn't the best decision. I probably should have been up front about how I felt, but I didn't. When I left I promised myself I would do everything the way I always wanted. I wanted to know what it'd be like to just be a normal person and not have the name Kuchiki linger over my head. When I came here, all I wanted was to fix this house, sell it and just go live life like someone normal."

After her story she stared at Ichigo, waiting for a response as he digested this new information. "So what now?" He asked seriously. "What are you gonna do now? Your fiance and your brother are here now so what's gonna happen?" He had to admit to himself that her story revealed a lot about her character. The story left him wondering a question he didn't really want to address. Would she do the same to him?

"I don't know." Rukia admitted quietly. "I don't know what to do. Except explain my end and hope that Kaien and Byakuya will forgive me." She sat pensively and fiddled with the hem of her dress.

"Maybe I should take you home then." Ichigo stated in an even voice, it was strained and heavy with fatigue. It was probably best he have some time along to digest what Rukia had just told him. "It sounds like you have a busy day tomorrow." He picked up his coat and went to retrieve his keys off the counter. Rukia became nervous from the way that Ichigo seemed to avoid looking at her.

"Ichigo?" She lightly touched his arm, her voice was soft and pleading. "Ichigo, please look at me." She flashed him a nervous smile. "Don't kick me out please. We didn't get to finish what we started."

Ichigo gained a bizarre smile on his face. "I know. Next time." He headed towards the door with purpose.

"You're seriously weirded out by my story aren't you?" Rukia asked seriously as she placed her hands on her hips trying to find a reason to be angry about the situation.

"Rukia, who wouldn't be?" Ichigo stated in an agitated voice. "I mean, I know we're not even close to being serious like that, but what if we did. Would I be left standing alone at the altar?"

Rukia was taken aback by what he said. "I wouldn't do that to you.. I mean, if we were to ever get to that point. This is different than what I had with Kaien." She tried to reassure him.

"How?"

"Because I feel different when I'm with you. I make me have these feelings that I never had when I was with Kaien."

"What.. Lust?" Ichigo rolled his eyes, gripping the doorknob.

"Ichigo." Her voice was soft and pleading. "I can't say that I love you, because it wouldn't be true, but I do care about you. The moment I saw you, there was chemistry between us. Don't tell me you didn't feel that way too." She reached out and put a hand over his own hand.

"There was chemistry." He admitted. "I like you a lot Rukia. But I can't stand to think about what would happen if you up and left me like you did to him. I don't blame him coming here, I would probably do the same thing. You're an amazing woman and I would hate to lose you because I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you." Rukia's eyes widened for a moment and in a moment she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips, but the kiss became to deepen quickly. He returned her kiss, his tongue meeting hers tasting every inch of her mouth. and soon their passion was rekindled. Her hands began to explore him and in an instant she removed his shirt. She practically drooled at the sight of his muscular chest. "Like what you see?" He teased with a small smirk.

"Definitely." She practically purred as her hands softly caressed his bare skin. His hands roughly grabbed her waist and he lifted her up with ease. She wrapped her toned legs around him.

"This is what you do." He breathed hoarsely into her ear as he ground his straining erection against her.

Rukia let out a whimper as his brushed against her core. "Bedroom." She muttered against his lips. "Now." She ordered with a smirk.

"As you wish." Ichigo smiled as he carried her to his bedroom. She was surprised at how clean his room, but couldn't think about it for too much longer because of the way that Ichigo was kissing her neck. His hands quickly removed her dress and tossed it over in the corner of the room. His hands caressed every inch of bare skin and with each caress Rukia could feel the heat drifting down between her legs. Rukia moaned at the feeling of Ichigo's hot tongue against her heated skin. "I love that sound." He whispered into her ear, his tongue darted out and licked the rim of his ear. "I want to see all of you." He muttered before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra.

"Sorry to disappoint." Rukia teased as she looked down at her own chest. Ichigo's eyes twinkled as he looked at her with disbelief, they were petite, but fit her body. He descended on her chest in an instant cupping her breasts with his large hands.

"They're perfect, you're perfect." He looked up at her wickedly as one hand toyed with a hardened nipple. She let out a pleasured gasp as his mouth captured her other nipple. Ichigo smirked as Rukia hands tangled in his hair pulling him closer to her chest.

"Ahhh!" She sighed as she arched her chest against his mouth. He released the nipple and his tongue began to tease the nipple, flicking it lightly. Rukia began to whimper as she felt the wetness accumulating between her legs. She pressed her legs together tightly trying to appease the ache that burned within her.

Ichigo stopped his assault for a moment and growled against her abdomen, she was so responsive and ready.. but he had to make this special and he had to control himself. Rukia poked a finger at his head and he looked up into her eyes. They were dark and sparkling with desire. He placed a kiss on her abdomen and smirked at her. One large hand went up to cup her firm, yet soft breasts while the other cupped her sex. "Ichigo!" She moaned loudly, her entire body lurching towards his body. Ichigo groaned as he felt her juices soaking through her lacy panties against his palm. He smirked and slid his hand into her panties touching her bare sex, which was coated with her juices. He slowly slid a finger across her slit and Rukia cried out with pleasure.

"Did he ever touch you this way?" Ichigo asked suddenly, Rukia looked up at him, his eyes reflecting jealousy and lust. She shook her head negatively.

"Never." She breathed out as his fingers caressed the lips of her sex.

"Good, but he's a complete idiot." Ichigo slowly reached down and slid her panties off of her. He eyed her nude form and his arousal pulsed within the confines of his clothing. Slowly he spread her legs and eyed her cleanly shaven mound. It glistened with juices and his mouth practically watered at the sight. "I'm gonna taste you." He smirked at the woman as her cheeks burned with embarassment. He placed a scorching kiss on her lips before creating a trail that ended just above her apex. His hands caressed her thighs and he placed a loving kiss to each inner thigh before openly admiring her sex. He placed a small kiss on her mound and he tentatively placed a long lick against her lips. She cried out grasping his hair tightly. He smiled and began to kiss and licked the juices from her form. She was sweet, yet salty at the same time, a delicious combination. She arched against him as he continued his assault on her senses. The sounds of his kisses and licks were erotic mixed in with his groans and her cries. He could feel her getting closer and he slid a finger into her and began to mimic the action they would soon engage in. As he pumped his finger inside her, Rukia began to buck against his hand, moaning his name and clutching at the bedspread. The feeling of his tongue and lips against her, bringing to a height of unimaginable pleasure. Finally, she reached her crescendo, her cries escalately in quantity and volume until she finally yelled out Ichigo's name and began limp in his hands. Ichigo continued for a few more moments before settling next to her body on the bed. Rukia looked over at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Oh my God." She muttered, the aftershocks of his efforts still wrecking havok on her. She eyed him lustily and frowned. "You're overdressed for this." She helped him remove the rest of his clothing and stared appreciatively at his form. His arousal was impressive, standing at attention before her eyes. She pulled him down on top of her.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his eyes uncertain, but Rukia kissed him reassuringly and as her tongue came in contact with his she realized a new taste. It was her. She continued the kiss, a emphatic thank you for bringing her to pleasure.

"Of course." She said as she finally pulled away. Ichigo kissed her, his tongue trying to distract her as he slid slowly into her tight warm sheath. It was heaven, he reached her barrier and he reached down to rub clit. Rukia sighed and moaned wantonly as he touched her. Ichigo paused for a moment to look at Rukia, who knew what was to come. He thrust into her fully, breaking the barrier. They both cried out, he in pleasure and she in pain.

Rukia felt so filled, it was an odd feeling, but not unwelcome the feeling of his erection encompassed within her, stretching her and filling her at the same time. The pain began to subside and she began to move against him. He began to tentatively thrust against her and she rotated her hips, realizing that this action made him rub against her in ways that felt REALLY good. Soon she was crying out in pleasure again and her cries were mixed with the low growls and groans from Ichigo.

She was so tight, so welcoming, her muscles clenching against him. He could do this forever, but the tightenly in his balls signalled that the end would come soon. His thrusts became quicker and he rubbed her clit in an attempt to bring her to completion. She moaned raking her nails against his skin. It was exquisite pain and pleasure mixed as she lost herself in the moment. He could feel her inner muscles spasm, clenching and unclenching him and finally she cried out his name as she came. Her muscles gripped him tightly and Ichigo knew he wouldn't be able to hold off any longer. In a fury he thrust into her and spilled himself within her.

Several minutes later, while basking in the afterglow of their actions Rukia flicked at Ichigo's ear. "You're lucky I'm on the pill." She laughed as Ichigo's eyes widened.

"I didn't even think about that." He stated somewhat horrified that he'd hadn't thought about that BEFORE they had sex. "That could have been bad."

"It's okay. Like I said. You're lucky I'm on the pill." She snuggled against his chest and her eyes fluttered closed. Ichigo kissed the top of her head and closed her eyes, content just holding the woman in his arms.


A/N: I know it's been a really long time since I've updated and I completely apologize for that. Lost my steam on this story and just writing in general. I still appreciate all the comments that have flowed in during my long hiatus.