A/N: This is a Rukia x Ichigo NelX NNor fic . Also, OOC and A/U warning, first time writing Nel x NNoi so...yea.
A/N: As always please read and review, flames are welcome, critiques greatly appreciated! Slight lemon warning, cant even really call it that, but just a heads up. LOLOL
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or the series
"We've been hiking for an hour already; can we just stop for a few minutes?" Rukia frowned leaning against a nearby tree. This was too much. Her legs burned and she couldn't quite catch her breath. And the sun, the blasted sun was trying to kill her.
"No, we are almost there," Ichigo didn't bother to stop as he continued along the path.
"I'm going back, I can't walk anymore Ichigo. You said this would be fun, I'm in no way having fun." She slumped down against the tree, her legs feeling like spaghetti.
"You give up pretty easily, don't you?" He had come back and was standing over her a frown on his face. "I'm kinda disappointed Rukia."
"I don't care, I just want to rest a bit and you're being unreasonable Ichigo." She crossed her arms over her chest daring him to say anything else.
He stared down at her, each breath she took stretched the clinging fabric of her tee just a bit tighter against her breasts. "You're not wearing a bra?"
Rukia glanced down at her chest, to the indecent show she was giving him. "Stop staring you pervert." She shrieked, bringing her hands up to cover herself.
"No need to yell, I'm right here." He rolled his eyes taking off his shirt and throwing it to her.
She hurriedly put it on, the fabric swallowing her small frame. It smelled like him, and she wanted to pull it tighter around herself.
"Come on I'll carry you." He crouched in front of her so that she could get on his back and she did so hesitantly. "I'm sorry, maybe I should have thought about this a little more before dragging you out here."
Was he talking about the hike or the impromptu trip? She laid her head on his broad back, his smell suffocating her. She was acting like a spoiled child, who hadn't gotten what she wanted. "Sorry, I shouldn't have called you a pervert." She murmured apologetically.
He chuckled, "it's just kinda hard to keep my eyes off you Rukia. So maybe in that sense I might be."
She waited for him to say something else, but he fell silent. Maybe, she thought, it was for the best. She couldn't rush him as much as she wanted to.
"Finally." He stopped letting her down, "now tell me this wasn't worth it Rukia."
She lifted her head, staring around it was beautiful. A clearing with a waterfall coming from the face the jagged cliffs, it flowed into the lake below. "Wow, I didn't know places like this still existed." She walked over to the edge of the river; it was crystal clear.
"Let's have lunch then go for a swim." He was busy pulling stuff out of his pack.
"Ok that sounds good." She took a seat next to him and he handed her a sandwich. "Thanks."
He stared over the calm surface of the river, "My dad used to take us here all the time when we were younger. So, when I got enough money, I bought the cabin so I could come here whenever I needed to unwind."
"Why would you need a cabin all the way up here for that, you're pretty much always alone at home anyways." She chuckled.
He turned to glance at her, "There are things about me you don't know Rukia, so please don't assume." He stood dropping the rest of his sandwich and walked off.
Rukia watched his back as he walked away. What just happened? Had she said something wrong? She finished her sandwich, unsure of where he had disappeared to. *Whatever* here she was surrounded by such a beautiful setting, and she wasn't going to let it go to waste. She hadn't brought a swimsuit, but she didn't mind, she took her shirts and got into the water. It was cold but refreshing after the long hike.
It had been an hour or so before she got out, she sat on the bank letting her feet dangle in the water. She wondered where Ichigo had gone off to. Maybe he had already gone back to the cabin. Maybe she shouldn't have come with him. As much as she was enjoying his company, it was tearing her up inside. Being near him, touching him, she couldn't stand it. He had made it clear; he didn't have any feelings for her.
"Penny for your thoughts."
She jumped at the sound of his voice.
"You looked so lost there, what were you thinking about Rukia?" He plopped down next to her, his eyes centered on her.
"Nothing important, just thinking about what I was going to tell my brother. He's probably going to ground me for a month." She chuckled nervously. "Where were you by the way?"
"Just took a walk. I see you went swimming without me." He grinned his eyes glued to her naked top half.
Immediately she jumped up, covering herself with her hands, her face flushed red. She had forgotten she had taken off her shirt to swim because he had left.
He laughed, "stop being so timid, it's not like there's much there to look at anyways." His amusement increased as her face reddened even more.
"You jerk! You…you think I don't know that?" Rukia turned looking for her shirt, or his but she couldn't find either one.
"Looking for these?"
She glanced over her shoulder, he held both articles of clothing up, his smirk devious. "Give it back Ichigo, this is not funny."
"I wouldn't have laughed if it wasn't."
He wasn't laughing now though, his face had taken on a dangerous look, his eyes hooded a different sentiment other than mirth in them. "If you want it come and get it."
She stilled, she didn't want to turn around and face him. Yet again he was just playing with her. "I'll just go home like this, I… I don't care anymore."
"What if someone sees you?"
She hated the humor in his voice, she wanted to slap him, "Stop messing around Ichigo." Why was it so amusing to him, to humiliate her in such a way.
"I'm not." Ichigo's breath tickled her ear. When had he snuck up on her? Before she could move away, he had turned her to face him, taking her hands away from her breasts.
He intently scrutinized her. The deep flush of face, the wideness of her violet eyes, the paleness of her smooth skin, her small pert breasts, the tautness of her nipples in the chilly air.
Rukia wanted to pull away, the way he was gazing at her made her anxious as if he could see right through her. "Stop…staring…" her voice was a whisper, her eyes on everything but him.
He pulled her into him, kissing her lightly, the feel of her hardened nipples against his chest driving him crazy. He knew this was wrong, he couldn't have her, but touching her like this was fine, right? He pulled away to look at her, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. He kissed her again, this time roughly, taking his time to explore her mouth, he captured her hands in one of his, his other hand going to her breast.
He brushed against her nipple, and she let out a soft whimper against his lips. He played against it slowly, eliciting more from her. The sound was driving him crazy, the soft melodious noise making his head delirious. He blazed a fiery trail of kisses from her lips to her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth. He lavished it hungrily.
"Ich…. Ichigo…"
Her faint whispers sent blood rushing to his cock. He picked her up suddenly, and in one swift movement her shorts and underwear were discarded on the ground. He laid her down on the cool grass, his lips leaving her breast trailing soft butterfly kisses against the sunken expanse of her stomach.
Her brain was a muddle mess, she should stop him or push him away. But she couldn't, she was frozen by his lips sending little jolts of electricity through her, pooling in the apex of her thighs. She wanted this right…? Her thoughts ceased at the sudden feel of his rough tongue against her clit.
Her taste was driving him wild. He licked her tentatively, his tongue exploring her lips, as if he was relearning them. Her hands buried in his hair, pulling him closer to her, her soft whimpers echoing in the quiet of the evening.
"Ich…Ichi…ple.." her words died away as his finger entered her. He played against the slicken flesh slowly, building her to a peak, he was teasing her, she was so close yet he wouldn't…
He slipped another finger into her, the way her pussy clung on to his digits, made him wish he could just bury his cock in her tightness. Fuck what would happen next, fuck tomorrow…
"Please…"
Her almost inaudible plea brought him back to reality, he kissed her then, quelling her words. He increased his pace feeling her pussy tighten around his fingers, "cum for me Rukia." He whispered against her lips, retaking them in a fierce kiss. He felt her walls pulsating around him, and the way her body slacken as she came. Her breathing labored as she shuddered beneath him.
He stared at her, her closed eyes, the pinkness of her skin, the small tremors of the afterglow. He sighed, getting up and turning away from her. He packed up their stuff, dropping her clothes next to her.
Rukia laid there embarrassed and confused. Her breathing was back to normal, but her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. She sat up not looking in his direction and hurriedly put on the clothes he had given her.
"It's getting late let's go." He had already started to walk away, she followed behind him, unsure how to feel.
~~~ Later that night~~~
They had returned and Ichigo had immediately gone to his room. He hadn't said anything to her on the walk back either. She had wanted to say something anything, but she couldn't, it had become too awkward.
Rukia sighed getting out of the tub. No matter what she did she couldn't wash away the feel of his hands on her body, or the slight tingle at the thought of what they had done. She dressed and went to the kitchen. She shouldn't get worked up about this, it wasn't like they had sex or anything. It was probably nothing more than him messing with her again. If that's the case she should be angry right, she didn't need to see any deeper meaning to it.
She tried to push those thoughts aside and made some dinner, he'd probably be down any minute asking her for something to eat.
She ate in silence, her thoughts driving her crazy, he hadn't come to eat. Maybe he was feeling bad about what he did. She had to go talk to him and somehow clear the air between them.
She knocked on his door and opened it when he said to come in. He was on his bed, working on his laptop. "I made dinner if you're hungry."
"Thanks, but I'm not really hungry."
"Ok…what are you doing?"
"Just catching up on a little work, almost done. Then you can continue the story."
She nodded, feeling disappointed. Why? Because he didn't acknowledge what had happened between them earlier? She sat quietly at the edge of his bed, watching him.
"Finally done." He sighed, setting his laptop down on the bedside table. He glanced at her, "Ready Rukia?"
She nodded, her eyes not on him but a point just behind him. Should she say something about it? She hated the uncomfortable feeling between them. Like an ominous cloud hanging over them, "Ichigo…about earl…"
He frowned, moving the covers and getting beneath them, "I'm sorry Rukia. Can you just forget it. I shouldn't have done it, I let myself get carried away and overstepped my boundaries. I kinda regret it."
How could she forget that? Forget the way he kissed her or touched her? "So you think I can just erase it from my mind right?"
"I didn't say that. I promised I wouldn't mess with you again, but I keep forgetting that you aren't some ordinary girl."
"Oh, so that was just some big joke to you?" Of course, it had been. She wanted to kick herself. "I get it." She said quietly, she shifted slightly, "ok so where was I? Oh yea…" she steadied her voice as she began her story.
It had been almost two weeks since she came into his home, and she had gotten accustomed to being there. Even though she was supposed to do the cooking and cleaning he didn't allow her to. Nel felt less like a maid and more like a mannequin. After her first day he had brought back the other maid to teach her what she was supposed to do.
Even as she tried her best it seemed like she had constantly screwed up. No matter how closely she followed her orders, something had gone wrong. In the end he said it was more trouble than it was worth, and she should just focus and try to cook him a decent meal.
So now all she did was cook and get yelled at. Nothing had ever tasted right; it was too salty or not seasoned enough or the flavor was off. She wanted to tell him to do it his damn self but of course that was not possible. For whatever reason in his presence, she seemed to lose her voice. She turned into a meek little mouse afraid of the giant cat with bared fangs. Something about him scared her, she wasn't sure if it was the fact, he could quite literally do anything he wanted to her, and she would have to take it.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP* Nel jumped at the sound, turning around to see gray smoke pluming from the pot of water she had been boiling. She hurriedly grabbed it throwing it in the sink and turning on the tap. She sighed, turning on the exhaust fan and opening the window and the back door.
She stepped out catching her breath. If he had been here, he probably would be screaming at her for her stupidity again. She could almost hear him yelling her name. She almost fainted at the feel of his arms shaking her shoulders, "are you fucking deaf?"
"No but I might come down with a case of whip lash."
He stopped letting out an angry breath, his hands dropping to his side, he wanted to strangle her. "Why is my kitchen covered in smoke?" he asked as calmly as he could.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Where was this bravado coming from? "Nothing is on fire if that's what you're asking, I just forgot something on the stove. Let it air out a minute and I'll clean it up." She took a step back from him, he looked pissed, but she had seen this face before, he got mad but never actually hurt her.
"That's it! I don't want you in my kitchen anymore, you're banned." He turned to walk away.
"So, then for what am I here? Should I just sit in my room all day and do nothing?"
"I could give two shits what you do. As long as you're not breaking or burning down my house." He left then, what was wrong with her? She was hopeless, and she was not getting any better. Maybe he should just punish her. He smirked to himself, what would be a good enough punishment for driving him insane?
"Is she alright? " Tesra came up behind him, having already made sure there was no damage to the kitchen.
"Yea."
"So where is she?"
"I left her outside, I don't have time to coddle her anymore."
"When I said be kind to her, what did you think I meant?"
Nnoitra turned to glare at him, "how is this working? How is this changing anything? I'm done trying to play the nice guy if she fucks up again it's over."
Tesra sighed, he was kind of tired of this also. It seemed like it was impossible for her to fall in love with him. How many different scenarios they had been through, yet in none had she uttered the words. In the end when Nnoitra got too frustrated or just tired he would start over again, each time taking her life. No matter how much he acted like it never hurt, he knew watching the woman that he loved more than life itself die by his hands tore a part of him away.
Although he was never the same after the first time. "I see you really enjoy the process that much Master."
"Stop patronizing me."
"Have you said anything to her besides how bad she fucks up? You must remember she's a female. Being boorish and crude isn't going to make her feel anything. Maybe praise her every now and then."
"Of course, why didn't I think of that." He rolled his eyes. "Listen to the king cupid over here."
"She might be the same Nelliel to you, but you seem to forget that she is not. Her personality, her likes, dislikes everything changes each time."She doesn't know you, you're a strange man that has paid an exuberant amount of money for her. Instead of screaming and yelling at her, why not actually court her properly."
Nnoitra frowned dragging a hand over his face, Tesra wanted him to be something he was not. If he wanted something he took it, by force if necessary. What he was asking just wasn't in him.
"This is the first time she's not actively trying to get away from you, correct?"
True he couldn't count how many times she had said she hated him, told him she wished he would die and leave her be. Or put herself in danger just to get away from him. He sighed defeated, "I see…"
Nel was still sitting outside hunched over when he found her. She was crying. He scooped her up gently sitting with her on a nearby bench. He listened to the sound of her weeping; her quiet sobs bringing back so many memories.
"Stop crying."
She sniffled but continued, burying her head into his chest. "I'm…sorry I mess up so much, I'm really trying, I really am…I…I can't even boil water, I'm just so useless…" she said in between hiccups. She couldn't stop the tears coming from her eyes or the waterfall of words from her mouth.
She just wanted to give up. The moment he had walked away she had started crying thinking of this whole situation. If she continued to be this useless, what would he do? Would he eventually get rid of her? She would never see her parents again or even know if they received the money and were being taking care of.
"Go to your room and wash up, and then come down to dinner. Just forget what I said today."
He tried to sound cool but having her so close to him was driving him crazy, the faint smell of her shampoo, the softness of her skin. The little movements her body made as she cried, he wanted her badly, but he tried to control himself. He had too, he set her down getting up. "You have an hour don't make me wait."
She glanced at him, with puffy red eyes and nodded.
~~~ An hour later~~~
Nel stood anxiously by the table waiting for him to come down. Dinner had already been set out when she returned, so she stood there ready to welcome him, "Good evening, Master." She said as calm as she could.
He glanced at her. Then took his seat at the table. She tentatively shared his food, doing her best to keep her movements steady, but the way he watched her kept her on edge.
"Sit." She nodded and made her way to him, seating herself on his lap. "On the chair."
"Oh, ok" her face was tinged pink as she took the seat next to him, was she an idiot?
"From now on you may eat with me." His gaze fell on her down turned head, the slight catch in her breath as he said that.
Nel didn't look up; her eyes were focused on the peas on her plate. "Thank you Master." She said softly, what had changed? Usually, she only was able to eat after he left, and only in the servants' quarters. She stole a peek at him, and their eyes met, yet she couldn't look look in his eye scared her a bit as if she were a delicacy he wanted to eat. She glanced away then, a weird feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.
"Since you can't be domesticated, I have decided to give you a different role." Nnoitra said, breaking the silence in the room.
She didn't dare look at him, had he finally decided to continue what he tried on the first night? She had wondered how long it was going to take for him to bring it up. She had been happy that he didn't seem to want to rush her into it after that first night. He had kept his distance physically from her after their first breakfast. But now she had let her guard down, of course she knew sooner or later he was going to collect. "Yes, Master." She said glumly, picking at the food on her plate, what if she screwed up there too?
"Where's the boldness from earlier? Nothing to say now?"
He was grinning and she wanted to say something but instead she sat there feeling shy under his scrutiny. "Can I…go to my room?" Why did she feel like such an idiot, why did she feel like she was about to cry again?
He stared at her; she hadn't looked up once. "You may."
She said nothing else and left.
*later*
She stood hesitantly outside his bedroom door; she had mustered up all her courage and now at the defining moment she couldn't move. She didn't knock but opened the door slowly, his room was dark with only one light on. She made her way to his bedside. Beneath the soft glow of the light, he looked less harsh. The angry exasperated look at everything she did was gone, and he looked handsome? She shed the robe she was wearing and carefully got in next to him.
She stilled as he moved slightly in his sleep, steadying her breathing, until she was sure he was back to sleep. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, and she moved slightly until she was closer to him. Nel laid her hand hesitantly on his bare chest. She could feel the slow rhythmic beat of his heart. She could do this; she could show she might not be useful as a maid but a bedwarmer would work right. Isn't that what he meant earlier, by a different role?
She pushed those thoughts out of her head. Her fingers travelled the length of his chest, the softness and warmth of his skin enticing her even more. *You can do it* she willed herself as she let her fingers trace their own path to the waistband of his pants.