the deepest part of the night

it was the deepest part of the night and Rukia ley in bed, staring at the ceiling. She knew she needed to get as much sleep as possible, who knew how many quiet nights they would have? But still she could not sleep; perhaps it was this unfamiliar room? She listened to the soft breathing of Ichigo’s sisters, in the darkness she could feel their small reatsus similar, yet vastly different from their brothers.

It was strange how swiftly she had grown accustomed to Icihgo’s constant presence. For months he had rarely been out of her eyesight (just in case a hollow showed up)of course she had spent time away form him when she was imprisoned but after that she found herself back with him again, and it felt like coming home.

Last night she had lost her virginity to Ichigo, that was something she had not planed upon. They had dosed together afterwards for a short time before having to get up scrabbling for their disgarded clothes when Ichigo’s family came home. For a while leying in his arms he was all that matterd. However now that she was alone she wondered how it was going to change their relationship. Away from his arms, the world once again seemed more complicated, she wonderd what the soul socity would think if they foud out? Would it get Ichigo in trouble? Burkra if he found out was likely as not to demand Ichigo be castrated for deflowering his sister without marrying her, and thus tarnishing the family name once again.

Rukia blushed, marriage, she had never really thought of that before, concentrating on her career, but if she could see herself with anyone it would be Ichigo. It was strange, before she had met him, she had her life planed out, like a road that stretched straight out in front of her, she would continue to get better, stronger, take on more assignments and eventually she would get her officers seat. Then she would marry Rengie, that is if Burkra agreed and Rengie ever plucked up the courage. Meeting Ichigo that night however had shattered those plans. He had washed that simple path away and presented her with an endless crossroads.She loved Rengie in her way, but the day that she had needed him to clame her, he had let her go. Ichigo would not have let her go, of that much she was sure. He would have picked her up and carried her off, even if she had screamed and shouted at him. He changed things, he changed her, he was changing the world.

Rukia smiled. Actions always have consequences, loving Ichigo openly that was likely to cause waves, were they ready for that yet? Ichigo after all was only fifteen, nearly sixteen, though it was not considered so bad in the real world, she knew it was likely to cause some comment. she wonderd what his famaly would think of there surogote daughter sleeping with Ichigo. Perhaps it would be best to never let it happen again. But giving him up again would be hard. Harder than she knew.

‘I need some water.’ Rukia got up, padding down the corridor to the bathroom, drinking straight from the tap she took in the cool water. She looked at herself in the mirror, on her clavicle was a small red, purple mark, a love bite from last night.

Last night. last night was, it was amazing, like nothing she had ever felt before. Ichigo was the one person in her life who could fill her with feelings so strong that she thought that her heart would burst. When he rescued her, twice, and last night, when she saw his face as her eyes drifted open, in the millisecond before he came. His eyes were watching her with awe and so much adoration that she thought her heart would brake, and then he came, and his eyes half closed as he let out an low moan. A sound she wanted to hear again and again, a sound she had caused him to make.

And that thing he did with his tongue, it was….just thinking about it made her wet, and her body ache in a good way. She lent against the cool tiles, who would have thought that having sex just once would have turned her in to such a pervert. Through the whole school day all she could think about was Ichigo’s hands on her breasts, and which places would be good for sex, the stair way, the toilets at school, she even day dreamed of having sex on the teacher’s desk when everyone had left. She realised that Ichigo had been looking at her with an eyebrow raised; she hid her blush in her book and tried to ignore him.

At lunch time they had sat as a group and had lunch, but just as everyone split up to go back to class, ichigo had grabbed her and planted a firm kiss on her quivering lips before releasing her again and rejoining the group. She had pushed him off, scared they would get caught, but the whole lesson after that she couldent stop her legs from trembaling.

Ichigo had just woken from a dream, a dream of the dark haired woman who had taken his inconce the night before. He ran his hand over his semi hard on and groaned. This afternoon he had kissed rukia, but she had tensed in his arms, he wondered if perhaps last night has just been a one off for her? This evening she had gone off with Rengie and the others without telling him, he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of Rengie, he had known rukia for longer, and they seemed to have a past. Still Rukia had been a virgin, and she had given that to ichigo. 'That had to mean something right?'

He sighed, he could smell her on his pillows still, and his organ twitched. He was half tempted to finish himself off. But with a groan he rolled off the bed, figuring by the time he reached that bath room his demy stiffy would have gone.

Rukia was still half lost in her fantasies, and dismissed the pressure of the suffocating restsu now moving closer as simply her imagination, even as her nipples stiffened in reaction to it. She emerged on to the corridor only to nearly bump straight in to her fantasy’s chest.

‘Ichigo, you scared me!’

‘Sory I didn’t know you were in there.’

Rukia looked up at the young man. In the dark corridor she couldn’t see much just the outline of his body filling the hall way looming above her, his presence filled the aria. And she could smell his clean musky sent carried to her on the radiating heat of his body. It was an intoxicating sent, heavy, the sent of his shower jell, deodorant and his own unique sent.

‘Rukia, I want you.’ His voice was husky and low. He moved closer and in one step she was pined to the wall, his arms caging her in either side. She was trembling, she should tell him no, she should stop this before they both got hurt, before someone found out, before all hell broke….. Her thoughts were stopped as his lips brushed over hers. His leg moved to press against her core, as his tongue swept in to her mouth.

Rukia couldn’t control her desire any more, last night it had been unleashed and nothing was going to quench it now, nothing save his touch. Right now her nipples felt stiff and aching. Always a girl who knew how to give orders even in the heat of battle she spoke, ‘Ichigo, my breasts, I need..’

He nodded, and slid a hand up her top. Ichigo loved the feel of her satiny skin cool to touch against his palm. He reached her round globe, she wasn’t warring a bra! He was instantly rock solid. His palm cupped her breast, needing and rolling.

Rukia threw her head back, allowing access for Ichigo to attack it with fervour, licking, nipping and kissing every bit of exposed flesh. It still wasn’t enough. Rukia lent forward, wrapping one arm about Ichigo’s neck, the other clutched one toned ass cheek, her nails scoring through the thin pyjama pants he wore. He hissed. ‘My nipples play with those.’ Rukia demanded.

Ichigo’s fingers found her one nipple with ease, and began to twist and pull It gently at first, but Rukia’s continuing clawing at him encouraged him to be rougher, until her little teeth sank in to his shoulder once more when the sensations beacme to intence, her bite was right in the same place as it was last night when she needed to hush her cries.

He didn’t know why, but the pain just there made him want to just hammer in to her, his baser instinct, his fighting spirit. Rukia had surprised him the other day, obliterating the Ankar, he knew she was strong but never thought that she was that strong. He felt bad for doubting her, but couldn’t deny he felt exited by the idea that he could really spar with her as an equal.

He pined her hard to the wall, lifting her up with just the strength of his legs and body, caging her once again in his arms. His kiss was fierce and bruising this time. Rukia was surprised by the difference in him, but kissed back with equal fervour razing to the challenge as Ichigo ground his length in to her covered mound.

He couldn’t hold out any more, and without ceremony he carried rukia over his shoulder, mindful of the door way back to his room. He tossed her on the bed, and quicker than Rukia could react to he had ripped his clothes off, and stood before her with nothing but a devilish smirk. ‘Clothes off now.’ He ordered. Rukia compiled, struggling out of her pyjamas as quickly as she could manage.

She stood and walked to him, one hand reached up to touch his cheek, the other slowly ran down his glorious body, caressing his hip bone, and finally she griped his erection. His head was thrown back, and she watched as he swalowd hard ‘Damm rukia that feals good.’

She laughed softly, and pumped faster. Ichigo grabbed her hand and spun her around like a dancer so her back was flush against his chest.

‘Kneel down.’ He ordered.

Rukia looked back over her shoulder at him, but complied. As she did, he covered her. He pushed her shoulders down, so her ass was stuck up in the air. Like a bitch presenting she realised, and almost laughed at the thought, but then Ichigo had positioned himself at her entrance, and suddenly he was in her.

For a few thrusts he held her hips, pulling her back against him, driving himself to the hilt, watching as she arched her back, and bit her own arm to muffle her moans.
Then he lent forwards, and resumed thrusting in to her. his one arm supported his weight as the other played with her nipples each in tern.

‘I thought you would like this, as I can play with these at the same time.’ Ichigo panted in her ear.

‘It feels good.’ Rukia agreed and pushed back hard against him.

Ichigo trembled, ‘I’m really close.’ He admitted. But ever resourceful, he reached his hand up to her clit and began to rub furiously. Rukia looked down, she could see Ichigo's man hood thrusting in to her, and her own breasts bouncing. It was a little sureal. With both sensations Rukia came suddenly. Making her go boneless as the pleasure washed over her, and she fell forward. Ichigo slipped out of her with a groan of protest.

Slowly Rukia turned over; her chest was flushed pink with a post orgasm blush. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction. Ichigo thought he had never seen her look sexier, and immediately dove back on her trying to finish what he had started. Rukia however had her own plan and pushed him away with one cool hand, pushing him to ley down on his back.

Once his did, with no ceremony what so ever she decided to return yesterdays favour. Despite not having decided entirely whether she was going to do this again or not. She still liked to be prepared and after researching what Ichigo had done to her, she had found out you could do something similar to a guy. And after finding some instructive articles on the school internet she now had some idea of what to do.

Her tongue slid out and licked his manhood from tip to base, she paid extra attention to the vain in the underside of it, and laved affection over its little eye at the top, already able to taste the musky precum, that was not as salty as she had expected it to be. Her own juices that coated his manhood made the job slightly easier, and she finally began to suck on the turgid length.

Ichigo, was trembling beneath her, he groaned, and moaned. She looked up to watch the sharp rise and fall of his chest as he fought for breath. She suddenly felt very powerful, one of the strongest men she had ever known, and certainly uruhara thought he would become perhaps the strongest shinignami ever known, was trembling at her touch. ‘Rukia please….oh ……Rukia’ Ichigo was moaning and begging her not to stop, his hand twisted in her hair, she smirked and sucked harder.

Suddenly he jerked up, letting out something that would have been a battle cry if he hadn’t bitten his tongue to stifle it, just as came in a rushing torrent, rukia had no choice but to swallow. She was a little surprised by this, but it was not as vile as she thought it could have been.

Ichigo sat up, his body still trembling, as if week from an injury. ‘Rukia I’m sorry I should have warned you I was going to..’

‘Its ok.’ She smiled, and kissed him, in some way it was getting her own back. With a sigh she draped herself over him, and felt his member still semi hard presed between them. It was nice to listen to his slowing heart beet as he stroked her back. This would be hard to give up if she had to. perhaps for now they could just cary on as they were. half the school thought they were a couple anyway. Perhaps they could have that, walking hand in hand, going on dates. It was a nice dream.




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