Just Tonight

Title: Just Tonight
Author: Gemini
Summary: \"We only have tonight, after all.\"
Rating: NC-17 [Lemon, M/F]
Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia
Feedback: Sure. Advise me.
Spoilers: Definitely up to manga chapter 180-181. The anime isn\'t even there yet, so expect to be spoiled if you only watch the anime or if you haven\'t read manga translations up to those chapters mentioned above.
Disclaimer: \'Bleach\' and the characters Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia are creations from the fertile mind of Kubo Tite. This story is a work of fan fiction. I do not own, nor do I make any money from Bleach.

2.

He looked down at the bed and back up at her, the significance of the course they were about to take making him pause. “Are you sure?” he asked again.

She scowled up at him. “What is it with you, moron? Would I be standing here if I wasn’t?”

He had the good grace to look flustered. “I’m sorry. It’s just that…this is, I mean, this is important, you know?”

She relaxed, a smile breaking through her annoyed expression. “I do know.” She dropped to her knees on the edge of the futon and tugged him down next to her. They stared at each other for a long moment, neither saying a word. Finally, she bit her lip and looked at him, her blush darkening. “I’m not completely ignorant of this sort of thing, but I, um, well, I don’t really know what exactly to do. Will you show me, Ichigo?”

He frowned slightly. The idea that she thought he was some sort of expert worried him. What if he couldn’t live up to her expectations? What if he only lasted a minute? What if he didn’t even make it out of his pants? “What makes you think I know what to do?”

She frowned back at him. “All those magazines under your bed?”

His face lit up red like a traffic light. “Those were…Keigo’s! I was just um…holding them for him.”

Rukia rolled her eyes, a small smile on her lips. “So, we’ve established that neither of us knows exactly what to do. Well, it can’t be that difficult.” She eyed him, suddenly aware that the mood was rapidly deteriorating. “I have another idea, Ichigo.”

“What?” he eyed her with some trepidation and not a little anticipation. She was proving to have some really good ideas.

“Let’s just go on instinct.” Her smile turned predatory and she attacked.

Ichigo barely had time to react to her incendiary words before she jumped on him and knocked him back onto the futon. She kissed him, hard, before running her tongue down his throat and biting the place where his shoulder and neck met. He shuddered and wrapped his arms around her, quickly flipping her over so their positions were reversed.

She scowled up at him, her blue eyes flashing. Clearly, she preferred being the one in charge. He grinned down at her and mimicked her earlier ministrations, earning a low, throaty moan from her when he bit her neck and then soothed the bite with his tongue. He loved the sound, it fed his hunger for her, and he felt his control begin to unravel.

Ichigo took a deep breath to calm his body and mind; his baser instincts were shrieking at him to yank her legs apart and just lose himself in her body, but he knew enough about sex to know she wouldn’t enjoy it if he did. He would probably hurt her and that was the last thing he ever wanted to do. He sat up on his knees, straddling her legs, and looked down at her. He needed a plan, something to anchor him. He took another deep breath, ideas beginning to form. Finally, he had a plan. Thank goodness for Keigo and his “research” materials.

“Ichigo?” She squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze.

“You’re wearing too much.” He said with a wicked smile, enjoying the narrowing of her gaze, the dark flush that started on her face, flowed down her neck and disappeared into her collar.

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He pulled her into a sitting position so he could reach around her and get at the knot of her obi. He fumbled with it for a few minutes, until he became aware of Rukia’s shoulders shaking slightly. He pulled back and realized she was laughing. At him. He scowled.

“What the hell kind of knot is that, Rukia? Freakin’ Houdini couldn’t get that thing undone!” He growled.

She stopped laughing and tilted her head quizzically. “Who’s Houdini?”

He sighed. “Never mind. Just help me out here.”

She grinned at him and reached around, in a few tugs the knot was undone and her obi loosened. He made a face at her and began unraveling her from the material’s snare. Finally, he tugged the last of the material free and tossed it over his shoulder. Her kimono gaped at the collar, but she was still hidden to him, a fact he found unconscionable.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and began dragging the material down her arms, his thumbs brushing on the warm, bare skin each tug revealed. But as he moved, he felt and then saw the jagged scar on her left shoulder. He knew that scar. He remembered quite clearly when she had gotten it. He bent slightly and laid a line of kisses down the length of it, as if he could erase it, erase all the pain that had come with it. Strangely though, he didn’t regret it. If she hadn’t jumped between him and that Hollow, he and his family would be dead, he wouldn’t have become a shinigami and he wouldn’t be there now, kissing her bare shoulder with something close to reverence.

She made little murmuring sounds of approval as he pulled her kimono down to where it pooled at her elbows. She carefully shrugged out of it and moved to run her slightly trembling fingers through his naturally messy hair.

He continued to kiss her, his warm mouth tracing patterns of fire across her skin. He put one hand on her back and pushed so that she arched her back for him, offering up her breasts to his hungry mouth. He toyed with her, his tongue coming a hair’s breadth away from a tightening nipple only to sweep away at the last moment. He continued until she growled at him and used her grip on his hair to pull him in the right direction. He chuckled, the warm breath on her skin making her shudder. He stopped torturing her then, taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling gently, experimenting with his teeth and tongue until he found a combination that made her moan in that way he was coming to like so much.

He applied his newly discovered talent on her other breast with equally positive results. She arched her back further, offering more of herself to him.

With one hand on her back, the other was free to explore her at will. At first, it played second fiddle to his mouth, teasing and groping whichever breast his mouth wasn’t occupied with. But soon, he decided it could be put to better use and trailed it down her belly. He felt her stomach muscles contract under his hand and he nearly groaned into her breast. And then Rukia surprised him, again.

She released one hand from its death grip on his hair and placed it on top of his, tangling their fingers together and then moving them down to where she wanted him to touch. The moment he felt her wet warmth on his fingers, he did groan out loud. There was something terribly erotic about touching her there, with her hand guiding him, showing him where and how to please her. She moved their hands down further, letting his fingers brush against a small bump, whose effect he felt immediately when she shuddered. He touched it again and again she reacted, adding a whimper that time.

He pulled away from her breasts and looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. He began rubbing the bump more aggressively, and she responded by crying out loud. Her blue eyes opened and she looked at him, slightly dazed. “Too much, Ichigo. It’s too much.” She whispered.

He smirked at her, which caused a slight frown to flash across her face. “Smug bastard.” She hissed and moved his hand down further, away from that intriguing little button.

He merely smirked harder. She was very cute when she was annoyed. He leaned down and kissed her until she stopped pouting.

She pulled her guiding hand away and let him experiment on his own, telling him with little twitches and whimpers when he did something right. When he slipped a finger inside her body, she lifted her hips to force him to slide it deeper. He swallowed hard and tried not to think too much about where his finger was and what would go there later, because if he did, he might not make it that far. He was already so hard that his eyes were practically crossing with his need. He pulled his thoughts away from his aching erection and put them firmly back on Rukia, who was clearly enjoying herself. He decided to add a second finger, which had the unintended but not unwelcome effect of pushing her right over the edge.

He watched, fascinated as she cried out, her back arching, the muscles around his two fingers clenching spasmodically. It took her a few moments to relax and slump back down onto the futon, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. “Oh my god.” She muttered, cracking open an eye and looking at him with something like amazement. He pulled his hand from between her legs and met her eye.

He had a smug smile on his face, causing her to roll her visible eye. “Don’t get too cocky.” She said. She was about to say more before her words came back to her and she giggled.

“What?” he asked, his eyes on her bouncing breasts.

“Cocky.” She repeated and giggled again. “I take that back, Ichigo. I do want you to get cocky. Very cocky.” That sent her into further spasms of laughter.

He gave her a long suffering look, which only seemed to fuel her amusement. But it was hard to be annoyed at her, not when she looked so relaxed and happy and especially not when she was going to let him have sex with her.

Finally, her laughter died down to a few chuckles and she reached up to grip his sleeve. “Why are you still dressed, Ichigo?” she asked cheerfully, tugging on his sleeve to emphasize her point.

He blinked and looked down at himself, still fully clothed. “I guess I got distracted.” He said, grinning at her.

She toyed with the tie on his hakama and returned the grin. “Well, undistract yourself, Kurosaki. We’re not done here.” Her voice was playfully stern.

“Yes ma’am.” He carefully got to his feet and began disrobing, aware of her both her now opened eyes on him. Despite what they had already done, he still felt a bit embarrassed undressing in front of her.

“Hurry up.” She said, languidly running her foot over his leg.

He kicked his hakama out from under him and dropped back down to sit beside her. “Better?” he asked.

“Better.” She ran her eyes down his well-defined torso, and her hands soon followed, feeling each muscle, each scar. He hissed a little when she trailed one finger down his stomach and around his belly button, watching her avidly as she explored.

She made a small noise of approval and bent to lay kisses on his chest, pausing to pay homage to his nipples before trailing her tongue down his abdomen following the earlier path of her finger. Only this time she didn’t stop at his belly button.

Ichigo nearly howled out loud when she took him into her hands and stroked him gently, laying a kiss on the head of his erection. “Rukia, if you don’t stop that…” he managed to choke out, laying a heavy hand on her shoulder and pushing her away.

She blinked at him and then a slow smile bloomed across her face. “Such an interesting discovery.” She drawled.

He glared at her and pushed her down onto her back, ignoring her startled yelp. He moved between her opened legs and leaned down to kiss her. “Last chance to tell me to go to hell, Rukia.” He said into her mouth.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. “Not a chance.”

“Good.” With some awkwardness, he re-positioned himself so that he was pressing up against her, and with her encouraging little moan, he closed his eyes and pushed himself into her.

All rational thought fled him at that moment, every particle of his being was focused on where their bodies joined and the flashes of pleasurable sensation that radiated from the connection. She was tight and warm and wet, gripping him like a vise. He was almost incapable of speech; the only thing he was able to choke out was her name, over and over again, like a mantra. He moved and felt the shocks of pleasure intensify as he pulled out and thrust back in. Beneath him, Rukia was moaning something that might have been his name, her fingernails raking down his back, leaving angry red welts that he didn’t even notice.

He managed to open his eyes and look down at her, which only seemed to fuel his passion. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, gasping out something. She arched her neck and he had an almost feral need to mark her, to bite her. He bit her neck at the place where her shoulder and neck met again and she moaned louder and tightened around him, drawing her legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

Her movement allowed him to sink deeper into her body and savored the feeling. She filled his every sense. He could smell her arousal and taste the salt of her sweat on his lips; he could feel her around him, moving beneath him, he could hear her moans and whimpers, her half-realized pleas. He looked down at her, loving the expression on her face, loving her.

He had to kiss her again and she eagerly responded, their tongues tangled and danced along with their bodies.

He felt himself winding tighter and tighter, his hips moved faster in response, he was racing to get somewhere, instinct told him to go faster. Rukia raced with him, as eager to reach their destination as he was. She beat him to the finish and he felt her muscles contract around him like they had done around his fingers, pulling him, coaxing him until he shattered and lost himself in her.

He slumped down on top of her, not caring for the moment that he was probably squishing her. Her hands traced patterns on his back, soothing the angry red welts she had carved into his skin. Eventually, he came back to himself enough to roll off of her, breaking their connection.

He lay next to her, still panting a bit with exertion. “That was…” he tried to find a word to describe it but failed.

“Amazing. Astonishing. Astounding. Remarkable. Wonderful. Incredible. Miraculous. Pick one.” Rukia said lazily. She turned over and rested her head on his chest. Smiling up at him, she looked completely and thoroughly pleasured, very much like a cat that had just lapped up a large bowl of cream.

“Yes. That.” He responded vaguely. He bent his head and kissed the top of hers. They were silent for a while, basking in the afterglow until a thought came to him, causing him to frown. “Rukia, are you okay?”

She looked up at him, puzzled. “I’m more than okay. Why?”

“You said you hadn’t…and I was worried I might have hurt you?” He peered down at her, definitely concerned.

“Oh no. You didn’t. Not at all. I guess when you’re 150 years old, you’re spared things like painful first times.” She replied thoughtfully.

“Huh. I’m surprised you weren’t all dusty down there, Grandma.” Ichigo said, ruffling her hair.

“Dusty?! Grandma?!” She sat up and smacked him good. “Who’re you calling Grandma, Strawberry!?”

He sat up and rubbed his face, scowling at her. “I told you, my name means ‘to protect’, NOT ‘strawberry’!”

“Strawberry, Frankenberry!” she taunted.

“Frankenberry? So now I’m a fucking cereal? How is it you know cereals, but you don’t know who Houdini is?” He glared at her.

“Unless Houdini is a delicious breakfast cereal then I don’t give a shit!” she replied heatedly.

They stared at each other for a long moment and then dissolved into laughter. Not long after that, they made love again.


“See ya, Rukia.” He stood before the gate the next morning, the wind generated by its power playing with his hair and clothes. He smiled down at her, a smile that only hinted at the feelings he had for her. Behind him, the others were fussing and making noise, but he barely heard them.

“Yeah.” She returned the smile, understanding and acceptance danced between them.

He nodded and turned towards the gate, where the others were waiting impatiently.

“Thanks, Ichigo.” She put a lot into those words, thanking him for rescuing her, for loving her.

“That’s my line.” He glanced back at her, acknowledged her words with a small smile. He felt strangely peaceful. It hurt to leave her behind, but knowing how she felt about him made it a little easier. “Thanks, Rukia,” he whispered as he walked towards the gate. “Because of you, the rain has stopped falling.”

A/N: Phew. The quotes at the beginning of the story and at the end are taken from Bleach manga translations, FYI.
I hope you enjoyed my experiment. It was certainly fun and er...interesting to write.
10-06-05: Not an update, I just fixed some things that were bothing me.