twilight, re edidted

Rukia sighed ruefully, yet another uniform ruined. Ichigo and she had come across a hollow on the way back from school, they had beaten it of course but it had grazed her arm, and now back at home Icgigo was insisting on puting some antiseptic on the cut just incase it went septic. Perhaps it was because ichigo's dad ran the clinic, but Ichigo couldent just leave an injury as it was, no mater how small.

‘Owww!’

‘You have something burrow in to your soul and take your body for a ride and you don’t complain, but you cry like a baby over some antiseptic in a scratch!’

‘Idiot, I wasn’t expect it to sting!’

‘Hear I will kiss it better.’

Ichigo had meant it to be a joke, he knew that Rukia hated to be treated like a child. And he couldent help but be just alittle exited by Rukia's anoyed expression, no one could wack hin quite like Rukia. He could remember his mum kissing the grazes and bruises he had as a child, ‘ a kiss will make it all better.’ And it always did.

But the moment his lips softly grazed her arm, the atmosphere changed. There was nothing childish about the kiss. He stood up slowly, half dreading what he would see on Rukia’s face. Rukia was sitting very still, holding her breath, her cheeks in a rose red blush. Her eyes were deep and infinitely bottom less. She reached up and touched the place where he had just kissed. Her eyes met his, and Ichigo still could not read the expression in them, ut he felt as though they were drawing him in, just as they did when he ran himself through with her zanpacto.

His lips were still tingaling from where he had brushed them against her silkiy skin.

'What would happen if we kissed?'

Slowly he leaned down, his brown eyes meeting hers. Ichigo knew that talking about his feelings was not his strength; he was a man of action. Right now he wanted to be certain Rukia knew exactly how he felt about her. In his mind warning bells were going off, it was a bad idea, it would complictate things. But Dispite that he would take this one kiss, after all he fought the whole soul socity, geting beat to a pulp quite a few times in the prosess to rescue her, and like then dispite her protests, this once he was going to take what he wanted. after all didnt a champion deserve a kiss? Thats how all the storys went right, the hero always gets the girl in the end.

Perhaps he had always known that he loved her, but it had creped up on his so gradualy after she had forced herself in to his life. He tried to tell her once, after he rescued her ‘I just remembered why I wanted so desperately to rescue you..’ but they had been interrupted. He had decided to give up on it, they were to different, and she was happy in the soul society, why complicate it for her. Above all else he wanted Rukia to be happy.

But recently when he was at his lowest, just seeing her stand in the window was enough to stall his brain. He realised that some of the weight on his heart had been her absence, that he loved her, just as she kicked him in the head. When she was around he felt like he could do anything, perhaps it was her confidence in him. 'because thats the kind of man i know you are!'

Sometimes in battle he wonderd who was protecting who? no mater how close to the edge he got, thinking of her galvanised his spirit.

He took one last glance at her eyes, they glimerd. Softly ever so softy he pressed his lips against hers. This woman, this beautiful butterfly, who’s wings fluter could cause a hurricane in his heart, who had changed his life. He pulled back, thank you Rukia.

‘Rukia’ he murmerd, her name the only prayer he beleved in.

Rukia’s heart was beating like a bird trapped in a cage. The moment that Ichigo had kissed her arm, as innocent as his intentions may have been, had broken through the last of her armour against him. She had fallen for this young reckless man some time ago. For a while she had excused it as left over feelings for her leftentent, as the resembulance was uncany. But facing her death she realised it was something more. No mater how much she wanted to have no regrets, she couldent make her heart let him go. Yet no mater how many times she had sworn she wouldn’t return to him she could never keep away. And when she had watched him suffering the last few weeks it had made her both sad and angry, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to punch him or hold him. To tell him to buck up, or say that it was all all right and that she was hear for him, that she would always be with him.

Ichigo had the ability to quickly get people to like him. Even though he was often sullen, and seemed to hate the entire world, somehow he broke through to people, and even her stoic brother had thawed somewhat because of Ichigo. Perhaps it was his slap the world on the upside fo the head attitude. Rukia often got the impression that Ichigo wanted to simply get all the waring factons and bang there heads together, shouting 'get along dam it!'

Ichigo was drawing back, she saw that he intended to leave it at just that kiss. But it wasn’t enough, his presence burned her, engulfed her like that flaming halberd. She quickly clutched her to him, and beneath her palm she felt his heart beating just as fast as her own. ‘We are the same.’ She looked up, and cupping his strong jaw she met his lips with her own again.

She moaned softly when his hands clutched her more firmly to him, wraping around her with warm steal arms, against a solid chest.

Ichigo took advantage of her moan, and slipped his tongue in to her mouth. This wasn’t his first kiss but it certainly was his best. Rukia was timid at first, but as quick as ever she took the challenge and her tongue was battling his with her usual ferocity. He had a funny feeling in his chest, like he couldn’t breath in a good way. Clutching her closer he could feel her firm breasts pressing up against his body. He suddenly felt light headed and with horror realised that he was already as stiff as a board.

Dam need to calm down. He thought and pulled back from the dark haired butie. She looked surprised that he was drawing away.

‘Ichigo…’ She was about to ask him why he was stopping. But she saw the bright blush across the orange haired mans face. A blush reserved only for the most embarrassing situations like when she had found his small stash of porn on his computer, though he swore it was Kon’s. Rukia knew better as Kon had a preference for larger breasts. She looked down and saw the cause of the blush, the slight tenting of his trosers.

Ichigo saw her glance downward, and his blush depend. ‘Er, Imm, dam. Im sorry Rukia.’

Rukia looked down again, having been brought up in a not to gentle aria she knew exactly what went on between man and woman. She smiled; he is such a gentle man sometimes. She approached him again. ‘It’s ok Ichigo.’

Her lips met his again, her hand fisted in his shirt preventing him from escaping her kiss was raw passion, her hand rubbed up against the bulge in pants. Ichigo threw his head back and hissed. Only in his dreams had he contemplated this, Rukia actuly wanting to have sex with him! But before Rukia could get up to more mischief he caught hold of her arms. ‘Are you sure?’

‘I’m sure.’

The teenage boy in Ichigo did a little dance of happiness, the hollow joined in. The controlled part of Ichigo warned him he wasn’t likely to last long and he ought to take care of Rukia first.

He held Rukia close for a moment her head against his shoulder. Her hair smells like lavender he mused. ‘Rukia, this is my… its my first time your going to have to tell me if your enjoying something or not.’

‘Its my first time to, we will just have to learn together, ok.’

She looked up in to his face. There was a smile there, his eyes were soft, not set in his usual scowl, but in his eyes she saw unguarded need. He kissed her again, slow and thorough. She didn’t even realise that he had been walking her back to the bed until she fell backwards on to it.

Ichigo settled himself above her. And resumed the kiss, before he broke off to nip and kiss down her throat. He sat up and as he undid each of the buttons of her shirt more of her alabaster skin was reviled, and as it was it was subjugated to Ichigo’s butterfly kisses. Rukia watched him move down her body, her hands curled up in his orange hair, such an unusual colour, as unique as the man it belonged to, it was surprisingly soft and spriningy and she enjoyed the texture. She laughed as Ichigo reached her bellybutton his kisses tickling the sensitive skin.

‘That tickles!’

‘Dose it.’ He smiled, and slipped his tongue in to her belly button. Rukia sat up and kissed his smirk away. Her clever hands pulled his shirt off revealing planes of firm toned muscle. She had always been surounded by good looking toned men, but there was something about Ichigo, his untamed power. She had got used to the fact that his spirit energy constantly spilled out, but right now in the intensity of the moment the pressure it eserted was sufocating, as if his very aura swerled around her, rough and ceressing, She had to bite her lip to prevent herself from moaning.

Ichigo once his hands were free pushed Rukia’s shirt fully off. While he was at it he moved back and pulled off her socks, stroking each shapely calf as it was reviled. He smiled her legs were as thin as his arms, they looked so fragile, but a lump on his head said outherwise.

Rukia wriggled her leg free from his grasp; pushing him to lay back she kissed him leisurely before she stood up. Ichigo looked up at her quizzically. His hair was ruffled, and Ruikia thought she had never seen his look so sexy before. With her best smirk Rukia undid her skirt, letting it slip to the floor with a sultry wrigle of her hips. Ichigo sat up, his attention rapt. She turned her back, looking back over her shoulder at him, and with natural grace she undid her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders, and down her arms.

Ichigo was fit to burst just watching her show. The sun was setting and her skin looked pink in the light, it was as if her skin was made of porsalin or the inside of a shell, like a princess from the moon. Always she had been such an ephemeral creature. He needed to hold her again to make sure she was real.

Rukia sighed as he held her from behind. he was so warm. She could feel the jut of his desire bump against her back. Ichigo’s hands slid up her body, calloused but not rough. His hands found her breasts, her nipples already taught. Gentle he kneaded her flesh, revelling in the softness, his thumb rubbed slow circles around her nipples until she couldn’t hold back the soft moans.

‘Do you like that Rukia?’ he beathed besides her ear.

‘Yessss.’ She hissed. One of his hands left her breast to travel lower, until he cupped her sex over her knickers. Her body had been tingling, now it throbbed, and everywhere that he touched her felt like electricity passed between them. She was trembling in his arms. He lay her back down again, her legs off the bed and either side of his body, so he could kneel between her legs.

Slowly ever so slowly he pulled her cotton kickers down, revelling her sex, already wet and sensitive. Rukia watched him with lidded eyes. The setting suns light was caught in his orange hair, making it look like it was fire itself. The brown of his eyes seemed to glow. Like when he rescued her he looked like a sun god. And now his touch was burning her.

Ichigo spread her legs and without warning laved his tongue over the delicate folds of rukia’s sex. She bucked beneath him, letting out a gasp. ‘Hay sussh, the others could be back at any time!’ he chided softly, his hot breath blowing across her.

Rukia had seen a lot in her lifetime, but not this.

‘Ichigo, what are you?’

‘Don’t worry, it will feal good.’ He assured her and began to lick through her folds once again. Ichigo was right it did feel good. Ichigo was listening avidly to Rukia’s gasps and moans, when she let out a particly high-pitched ‘Eap!’ he knew that he had found something good. She seemed to like particuly when he spread the swollen petals of her sex and flick his tongue quickly over the little nub reviled there.

Slowly he brought one hand back to slip one finger inside her body, gently stretching and rubbing her walls, soon he had two. She was tight, and hot and wet, and his cock twitched expectantly. ‘Nowwwww!’ his inner hollow raged! ‘Not yet, not until..’ Her walls spasumed around his fingers. Rukia bit a near by pillow to stifle her cry, and her body froze letting wave after wave of pleasure flow over her body.

Ichigo watched her, and her eyes finally fluttered open. He had a big proud grin on his face, and she couldn’t resist pulling him in for a languid kiss.

‘That was…thank you Ichigo.’

They lay still for a moment, before Rukia straddled Ichigo, continuing there kiss, it was slow, it was passionate. Rukia could feal continuing build up of his aura, as Ichigo continued to hold back, but she could feal it, it was like been in the eye of a huricane. Rukia rocked back against him, rubing herself against him. As they kissed Ichigo wriggled out of his combats and boxers. Rukia looked down to see what he was doing, and saw his fully erect cock, in a nest of orange curls. Tentatively she reached out to touch it, feeling it twitch in her hand.

‘Oh gods!’ ichigo hissed, throwing his head back and swallowing hard. Ichigo couldn’t take anymore and garbing a handful of Rukia’s hair he pulled her down for another kiss as he rolled her underneath him.

‘Are you sure about this?’ he asked her.

She cupped his jaw, ‘yes.’


‘Shit, wait a minuet!’ ichigo growled and lent across to his desk to rifle for a minuet before retrieving a small silver packaged object that looked a bit like a sweat. How can he want to eat at a time like this! Rukia scowled as he settled back over her.

‘Rukia what’s wrong?’

‘I cant believe your going to eat at a time like this!’

‘What?’ He looked at the condom in his hand ‘Oh I see, Rukia it’s a condom, not something to eat, it’s to make sure you don’t get pregnant.’

‘Oh, I see. How clever. how dose it work?’

‘Its like a sheath that goes over my …’

‘You know since this is a gigi, I shouldn’t be able to get pregnant.’

‘I don’t trust Urahara, he's almost too good at his job, and to fond of experementing without telling any one.’

‘Good point.’

Rukia watched fascinated as ichigo Slid the rubber sheath down over his cock. She reaced out and ran her hand over it. Ichigo still sat up cluched the sheats in his hands, damm it felt good. He threw his head back for a moment simply enjoying the friction. Forcing himself to consentrate he stroked a hand up Rukia's silky thigh, then sliped two fingers back inside her body. he curled them round and rubed her walls. She frose once again, her body shiverd. 'good she's ready.' he thought and pusshed her to ley down once more. Slowly he kissed her once again, hoping she could feel all the love he had for her.

He lent back and teased her entrance with his cock, partly because he himself needed to find the entrance to her sweet, sweet body. He found it, and slowly sunk in to her.

‘yessssss!’ His inner hollow cried, and for once he and Ichigo were in complete agreement.

Slowly ever so slowly he entered her. Rukia kept her eyes open, her eyes locked on his, and she betrayed no pain. The running and fighting she had done had ripped her hymen long ago, but he still felt big inside her. She felt stretched, but it wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. The strength of his aura washed over her, it was like been drowned in him. Ichigo was trembling above her, straining to control himself. She was still hyper sensitise from her first orgasm and when he moved again she moaned softly. Every time his hips met hers she felt a familiar feeling growing.

Ichigo was both in haven and hell, sweat beaded on his brow, she was so very tight, and so very hot, and her body seemed to be pulling him in deeper and deeper every time he thrust, and griped him hard as he tried to draw out. ‘Ahhh, Rukia.’ He moaned as her little teeth sank in to his shoulder trying to stifle her own moans.

The pain made his control slip a little, he was trying to be as gentle as possible, but he began to thrust harder, as he did she brought her legs up to rap around his waist, allowing him to slip in deeper. Evry moment he felt his control slip just alittle more, and he went faster, and harder. He softly bit her lips and that was enough to send her over the edge, the sudden pulsing around his cock, and the spurt of fluids triggered his own orgasm. He clutched the bedclothes and his whole body tensed, before he flopped down on to the girl beneath him.

‘Ichigo’ he heard a muffled murmer.

‘hmm’

‘get your armpit off my face.’

‘oh sory rukia.’

They lay in silence, her head resting oh his chest listening to his calming heartbeat, he was actually smiling, it was a big goofy grin. She sat up to trace a finger over his lips. 'I like it when you smile.'

His eyes opend, 'your weird.'

'Im not!' she snorted indignatly.

'Thank you.'

'What for.'

'For this. For beeing around. For changing evrything.'

She sighed even if they couldn’t be together forever right now it was good. She was heald against his chest, her head beneeth his chin. In his arms she was as safe as she could be. He would always protect her, and evryone else from anything that might harm them.