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“Hey Rukia.”
The petite girl looked up from her novel, peering up at her husband. The couple was resting in bed, getting ready to turn out the light and fall asleep. Rukia was reading one of romance novels, engrossed in whatever smutty scene the two main characters were participating in.
“Yeah?” She was obviously annoyed by the interruption, not happy at having to end. “What is it Ichigo?”
Ichigo shifted uncomfortably in the bed. “Uh… why do you read those books? You know, like the one your reading now?” He looked at cover like it was something evil.
She glanced down at the pages, confused by his look of hatred. “What, you mean romance novels?”
He nodded in confirmation.
She pondered the question for a second; dog-earing the page t show she could close it and lean against her husband. “Well, I guess it’s because I love to read about the forbidden love between the characters. I mean, they always come from two completely different worlds, fall in love immediately, but then are forced to hide their love because it would be wrong for them to be together. Until the end of course, when they realize they don’t give a damn about the rules and just want to live together for the rest of their lives!” She finished enthusiastically, happy that she accurately displayed her love for literature.
Ichigo smirked for a second, wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist. “I don’t know why you’re reading a book for that. Have you looked at your life recently?”
Rukia snuggled in closer, attempting to absorb his warmth. “But you see, we’re missing one vital thing,” she gazed up at his confused expression, “We didn’t fall in love at first sight.”
Rukia giggled in her mind as she watched Ichigo bristle like a rooster showing off his feathers. “I don’t know about you, but the first time I saw you walk through that wall, I fell hook, line, and sinker.”
“Well… maybe.” She shifted for a second, leaning over to turn off the bedside lamp.
“Wait Rukia. One more question.”
“Ugh. Ichigo, I’m tired. We both had division duties to take care of tomorrow, and I don’t want to fall asleep in the paperwork again.”
“Well excuse me miss-fuku-taichou. Your poor husband only wanted to ask you a simple question.” She watched him put on the pout he knew she couldn’t resist giving into.
“Argh… fine Ichigo. What’s your question?” She looked at him expectantly as he fidgeted on his side of the bed.
“I was kinda wondering… do you by any chance read that,” he searched for another word, but unable to retrieve it used his original, “smut, because you’re getting bored, in you know… bed?”
She blinked once.
Then twice.
Then a third time.
And then she roared with laughter.
Ichigo blushed like a child at his wife’s joy in his question. He had to ask. But now she was laughing at him?! “What’s so goddamn funny?!”
Rukia looked at her husband, wiping away the film of tears her fit of laughter had produced. “Ichigo, you don’t need to worry about that at all. Ever,” she leaned up, kissing him squarely on the lips, sending a soothing hand down his chest. “I’m always very, very satisfied when I’m with you,” She smirked, her eyes hazing over just the slightest as she thought about their bouts in bed.
But Ichigo being two things—male and just being himself— still felt the insecurity of not being able to please his wife.
She saw the little pout sit on his lips and brow, and she sighed. It looked like she was going to have to show him just how much she loved him.
Rukia flipped her body over, so her chin was digging into his pectorals. She watched his eyes change from the cute pout to a surprised gaze. She smirked at him as she adjusted, swinging her legs over his hips and draping her clothed chest over his bare one.
Their faces were about an inch apart; Ichigo’s eyes grew wide as he watched his wife take the initiative. He glanced at her tantalizing lips; he wanted nothing more than to rise that inch, take her mouth with his, and then continue on from there.
But Rukia beat him to it. She lowered her face that miniscule space, pressing the petals that were her lips against his rougher ones.
Ichigo soon realized that he would be very happy that he asked ‘why’ tonight.
Her tongue probed against his lips, demanding entrance instead of asking. He let her in immediately, their tongues swords and their teeth shields as they battled for dominance.
Rukia won this battle, having the upper hand of being on top. She slid a graceful hand down his chest, outlining the defined muscles and the prominent scars. She always felt a mixture of pride and disgust at those scars. Pride for the fact that her man was able to deal with all that pain and blood loss; disgust because of the fact that she had pushed this destiny on him.
On the other hand, Ichigo was sliding his hands up and down her arms soothingly. As their oral battle continued, she felt a certain part of Ichigo’s anatomy growing while their ministrations continued.
She smirked into the kiss; it was so easy to arouse Ichigo sometimes. As one hand lay by his fiery locks, the other continued to descend until they reached the band of his boxers. She snapped them gently, listening to the twang of the plastic and hiss Ichigo let out when it snapped back.
She felt more than saw his hands venture south; she felt the sudden lift at the hem of her pure white nightgown. They were moving slightly faster than usual; mostly it was quite a few minutes of intense make-out before either one of them asked for clothing to be removed.
But with Ichigo’s pride as stake, he refused to let her take the complete upper hand. He inched the fabric up, attempting to pass it between the two bodies. With each inch it slid, he also rubbed his calloused fingers against her legs, creating small circles on her skin and mewls exit her throat.
Rukia was adamant though to prevail. She squeezed her body closer to his, preventing him from shifting the clothing up any higher. She felt him scowl into the kiss, which he broke then, letting oxygen rush into both pair of lungs. He didn’t leave much time for breathing though. The second he left her mouth, he latched onto her neck, kissing his way down to her pulse point and sucking, biting, lathing, leaving his mark and then soothing it. It was all Rukia could do to not let her head loll and let Ichigo take control. Instead, she settled on a small moan and stretching her head to the side so he could have better access.
She lifted her chest up slightly, allowing the continued exploration of his perfectly chiseled body. His hand was beginning to sneak through the opening in her night gown, passing along her inner thigh to his goal. She knew what he was up to, and quite frankly, she didn’t care.
He played with the curling hair, running one finger down her folds and becoming dangerously to her entrance. She purred at the feeling of him caressing her c**t, arching her back slightly at the feeling. Ichigo looked lustfully at her angelic as well as demonic face, the beautiful woman that had captured his heart. Deciding to move things along, he quickly slid one finger into her opening.
Rukia gasped at the sudden intrusion. She had to stop herself from pushing down harder on his fingers; she didn’t want it to seem that she was too eager. But the second he started pumping, sliding in and out, in and out, adding one digit and then another, Rukia felt her body turn against her and thrust in time with his fingers. Both of them began to pant heavily, as sweat poured down their skins.
Rukia lifted her body, and Ichigo began to pull the nightgown from her sleek form. He lifted it over her head, and then the second that it was gone, she leaned to capture his lips, and took the hand that wasn’t inside of her to fondle her breast.
The second he began to play with the fleshy mound, he felt the skin of her n****e tighten and become hard. He ran his thumb over one, eliciting a moan to exit her throat. As his hand left one and began to hold the other, Rukia could feel herself getting close to release. Ichigo detached his mouth from hers, tracing a line down her jaw, then to her neck, continuing down until he reached her breast. Stopping for a second to kiss the mulberry n****e, he then placed his mouth around the bud and began to suckle, letting his hand play with the other.
Rukia’s pants began to become heavier, and she couldn’t hold back a single moan. She was so close; she could feel the pressure building inside her body. Seeing just how close she was, Ichigo pressed down on the small bundle of nerves, while increasing his pace.
That was all it took. Rukia felt the toe-curling pleasure race through her body, letting out a scream as her release coated his fingers and the sheets. He withdrew his fingers, and she whimpered at the loss. She had collapsed onto his chest, her chin nuzzling in. She watched in fascination as her brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean one by one.
He smirked at her stare and said, “Delicious,” releasing the last finger with a pop.
She smirked back at him, regaining energy she had just lost. She began to shimmy down his form, hooking her fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down with her, and also letting his ramrod erection free itself from its confinement.
Rukia licked her lips, as she saw his c**k appear. She continued her descent, arriving at the end of his impossibly long legs. She peeled the boxers from the limbs, throwing them into some random area of the room. Then, prowling like a hunting cat, she slinked up to his nether regions, running a tiny finger up his length and circled at the tip. She heard his breathing rate increase and grinned deviously. It was going to be his turn now.
She continued her work, only dragging one finger around the enormous length, following the veins, or forming her own paths. But every time she arrived at the head, she would do something extra, like press a bit into it, or blow hot breath onto it.
Rukia watched Ichigo’s face contort in pleasure, unable to move as she controlled him completely. He looked into her lust filled amethyst eyes, telling her exactly what he wanted. Her smile grew as she understood his message and complied.
The next second, her mouth was around his member, first letting him get used to the sensation. No matter how many times Rukia put her head down there, Ichigo could just never get over the extreme pleasure of having her mouth around him.
And she could beat her gag reflex as well. Almost all of him was able to fit into her mouth, and when everything that could enter was in, she began to withdraw slightly, scraping her teeth against the sensitive skin, earning a moan from Ichigo for her work.
She continued her ministrations dutifully, even though she was enjoying about as much as he was. His hands were tangled into his lover’s hair, keeping her head in the same spot as she continued to send waves of undeniable pleasure up and down his spine.
“Ru…ki….a… I’m clo—” Just as he was about to finish, Rukia sucked harder than she had before, also reaching a hand around and giving the smallest of squeezes to his balls. Not being able to hold back anymore, Ichigo released directly into her mouth, and she accepted it all, swallowing it as he continued.
His breathing was erratic as he attempted to bring air into his lungs. She watched in smug satisfaction as head flopped down onto the pillow, a light sheen of sweat covering his godlike body. She stared for another minute, and as Ichigo again became aware of presence and never-ending stare, he felt himself rise again, wanting complete relief.
Rukia watched as her lover and husband’s member rose, and she again licked her lips. It wasn’t often she got to be on top; Ichigo usually found a way to get her underneath him. But not tonight. This time, he was sooo coming before she was.
She prowled up his chest again, positioning her opening over his fully erect c**k. She smirked as the look of surprise spread over his face. “Ready?” And that was the only warning she gave him before impaling herself on him.
Both somehow managed to gasp and moan audibly at the same time. Rukia waited patiently for him to get used to her tight entrance, and for her to become used to his engorged shaft. But once she heard the whisper of him telling her to move, she began to lift her body off of his only to slam back down, encasing him to the hilt.
Ichigo groaned underneath her. He was helpless, and he knew it too. There was no absolute way for him to flip them over and for him to pound into her. The feeling of her hot and wet orifice around his erection was heavenly. Her lifting and descending of her body continued; the moans leaving her and his mouths were bringing the both of them closer and closer to completion.
But Rukia was determined to make him come first. She moved her hand down, juggling his testes as she slid up and down his shaft. His breathing was slowly getting faster than hers, and she increased her pace. She was extremely close and she knew it; but she also knew he was too, and just close enough that one more thing would make him release inside her. She precariously made sure she could balance while thrusting into her; she removed her hand from the bed and began to trace the numerous scars running down his chest.
Ichigo couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of her on top of him, her breasts bouncing and her face blank from pleasure. Her hands touching his balls and his chest simultaneously. Just thinking about it made him roar and thrust up as he ejaculated deep inside of her.
The second Rukia felt her husband’s release, she knew she was following him off that cliff of damned pleasure. She came with the only the kind of intensity he could induce; no matter what position, where they were, or what kind of mood they were in, Ichigo could make her come like it would be her last time.
As they came down from their high together, Rukia collapsed onto his chest, snuggling into the rock-hard muscle. His arms lethargically came up to wrap around her, pulling her deeper into the hug.
They rested for a few moments, enjoying the close proximity of each other’s bodies. After regaining a few ounces of strength, Rukia lifted herself from his body, removing his length from her entrance. She heard him whimper at the loss of contact and warmth. Immediately though, she landed next to him, nuzzling her back into his chest. They rested on their sides with his arms wrapped around her minuscule frame. The couple reveled in the feeling of intimacy, the feeling of their slick, overheated bodies, closely together.
After letting his slow brain restart itself, Ichigo realized one thing.
He was going to ask ‘why’ whenever he could.
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Mo0n-cHan's Notes:: Um… yeah. I decided since I turned sixteen last Nov I would write this in honor of it, but hadn't have 'nuf time. Not sure if it came out acceptable… I’m still *ahem* pure in that sense so all my knowledge comes from reading fanfics. ^^; Please don’t kill me… and this will be one of my only times asking for no flames. Well R&R people!
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