A Mistaken Past

A/N: This was a one-shot I wrote out of boredom but I may continue it. I just wanted to write something to indicate that we all make mistakes and do things we normally wouldn't do. Everyone feels anger, jealousy, even with those that we love. We are human so it is only natural to sometimes let our emotions dictate our actions. Also, that once a mistake is made, there is no correcting or going back. Thanks for reading.


Warning: The pairing is Tatsuki/Byakuya, I like crack couples and she is one of my favorite characters. So if you don't like the pairing dont waste your time by reading and flaming, and mine by leaving a review. There is language, sexual content in this chapter.



Chapter One



Would this really help? Tatsuki Arisawa knew that complaining wouldn’t help with her problems but right now she just needed to get out of the house and forget what had sent her out in tears. It wasn’t fair; things never were when it came to her. First she’d stepped aside when she realized that Orihime had a thing for Kurosaki. While in school she’d done her best to support her friend and help the girl win the man of their affection.


What had that done for her? Nothing but she’d been willing to put her own crush aside for one she loved. For years Orihime had chased Ichigo and had sworn to love the shinigami without fail. So what had changed? Why didn’t Orihime feel like chasing Ichigo any longer? Tatsuki knew why and that was what was causing her pain.


Their last year of high school, she’d accepted that she had a crush on Uryuu Ishida. Tatsuki had grown fond of the intelligent Quincy for many reasons. The slim male had offered to tutor in a class and things had gone from there. While Orihime continued to pursue Ichigo; Tatsuki had found her heart longing for the one with glasses and a sullen smile.


How could Orihime do this to her? She’d told her friend over a year ago that Ishida-kun was the object of her affection. Was it because three months ago Ichigo had announced that he and Rukia was now a couple? That had to be it! The petite shinigami had gotten the withdrawn carrot-top to fall in love with her. That was the start of the betrayal.


No doubt Orihime had run to the Quincy for comfort and a shoulder to cry on. Tatsuki had known she was doing it to an extent but hadn’t known the truth of it all. Believing that the bond formed between the two during the war it would be good for her friend to find comfort and solace wherever possible. What had come of it was the two sleeping together and Orihime finding out she was in love with him. That was the news that had just shattered her world. Orihime had stopped by and confessed that she and Ishida had been together several times and an engagement was now in the picture.


Why did it have to be HIM? Couldn’t Orihime have found someone else to be with? Why did it have to be the one person she wanted? True, Uryuu had never shown her any hint of anything but friendship yet that didn’t stop the feelings of bitterness or betrayal. Her best friend had known how she felt about the Quincy.


Pain and grief had her ringing the door bell; she was at the Kurosaki residence. She wasn’t about to inform them that she had a burr in her ass. What she needed was some friends that didn’t bring pain and this was the last place Orihime would come. The girl might have landed Ishida but she was still hurting over Ichigo’s decision. Which was what hurt the most for Tatsuki; her feelings for Ishida had been real while he was most likely a rebound guy for Orihime.


Ichigo had gotten his own place two months ago so he and Rukia would have a place to live together. The two had to be home because voices reached her through the wood. Not to mention her own sensing abilities had improved and she could feel others inside.


The front door opened to reveal a smiling Rukia wearing a bright blue robe. The hour was after nine, were they about to head to bed? Intruding was the last thing she wanted to do. Tatsuki ran a hand through her short hair and tried to return the smile.


“Tatsuki-chan,” Rukia was shocked to see the girl standing at their front door so late in the evening. What had brought the martial artist to their doorstep? It wasn’t that uncommon for the girl to come by but it was getting late. Not to mention they already had company that she was trying to deal with.


“It’s not too late is it?” If it were then she’d have no choice but to head home and sulk.


“Not at all, please come in.” Rukia stepped aside and opened the door wider to allow the girl access. Ichigo was in the kitchen sharing a drink with her brother. It was a vision that she was still in awe over. It had taken years and over a dozen brutal fights for the two to come to terms with one another but things had calmed down greatly. Hadn’t Nii-sama been in love at one time? He should accept and understand that she loved Ichigo with all she was.


“Thanks, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by.” It wasn’t a complete lie she didn’t live that far away.


“It’s fine; actually you came at a good time. You can keep me company while those two get plastered and glare at each other.” The tiny shinigami laughed as a loud outcry of rage came from the kitchen. It was time to head back in before they killed one another. She knew that neither was much for drinking but Renji had brought that bottle of sake over and the two thought to consume it.


“Oh, I didn’t know you had company.” Tatsuki now heard the second male voice that couldn’t belong to Ichigo. It was too deep and sophisticated to be her childhood friend’s. Hearing the soft baritone sent a shiver of awareness down her spine. She’d heard from Orihime and Ishida that the shinigami had an older brother of sorts but she’d never met him before. Wasn’t he someone of importance in this Soul Society?


“Come on in and I’ll fix you something to drink.” Rukia shut the door and walked towards the kitchen knowing the other girl followed close behind.


“What is wrong with the wedding happening here?” Ichigo wasn’t about to give in on this subject. His family was here and they loved Rukia as well, they should be able to attend the wedding. It had taken years for him to get up the courage to take their relationship further and he wouldn’t let someone else dictate how things would go.


“She is a Kuchiki and will have a wedding befitting one. I have consented to the union but I will not bend on this matter.” Byakuya had the urge to drum his fingers against the smooth table top. He’d taken leave to come down and speak to his sister on this matter. Vacation time due to him, he’d put in the request then sought out Urahara for a gigai. Not that he objected to a wedding here but she was an official member of the noble family and should have the appropriate ceremony.


“You’re getting married?” The question escaped her lips before she could stop it. Tatsuki landed large brown eyes on her childhood friend in shock. She’d known the two were serious about each other but marriage?


“Hai! When did you get here?” Ichigo thought it a good time to ignore the murderous glare Byakuya was sending him and got up to greet his friend. She looked kind of pale but perhaps that was from the shock. He did notice that her hair was somewhat longer than she usually kept it and she was wearing a dress. When had hell frozen over?


“Just now,” Tatsuki returned the hug that was given to her by the orange haired shinigami. He was still making up for the slight he’d given her years ago. There was no need, she’d forgiven him the moment she’d been told the truth. That had been Ichigo’s way of trying to protect her; it had been out of love.


“Have a seat. It’ll be nice to talk to someone that doesn’t hate me.” Ichigo pulled away feeling eyes boring into them.


Tatsuki turned to finally look at the other company sitting at the table. Her stomach pitched to her toes and her mouth went dry. No wonder Orihime had called him handsome and beautiful. Rukia was pretty enough but had nothing on her brother, the man was very attractive. Was it just the shirt or were his shoulders that wide?


“Nii-sama, I’d like you to meet a friend of ours. She’s Ichigo’s childhood friend, Tatsuki Arisawa.” Rukia made the introductions since Ichigo obviously wasn’t going to get around to it. “This is my brother, Byakuya Kuchiki.”


“A pleasure,” he nodded in the girl’s general direction. She was taller than Rukia but just as slim, except for in the chest. She had an athletic build, slim waist and legs, with a generous amount of curves. The raven hair was cut to frame her face and neck, a little shorter than he liked on most females. Luckily the girl had the face to carry the style off without looking masculine. A childhood friend, did that mean she was as annoying as Renji Arabai?


“It’s nice to meet you.” Tatsuki blushed noticing the dark grey eyes analyzing her. She couldn’t help but feel lacking as the bored expression turned away from her in a cold dismissal. Hadn’t the others also said he was a cold man or had Ishida straight out called the man an ass? That was probably the case. Every strand of his long hair was in place while she had to look a complete wreck.


“Have a seat Tatsuki,” Rukia indicated towards the seat next to Byakuya. “What would you like to drink?”


“What are they having?” She pointed towards the bottle sitting in the middle of the table.


“Sake, want some?” Ichigo had never seen his friend drink. He grinned seeing her eye the bottle as if it were a snake. She wasn’t the type to drink anything that wasn’t good for her. Hell he was shocked that Byakuya had actually accepted a drink.


“Sure,” Tatsuki saw the surprise cross his face. What would or could happen if she imbibed? It might take her mind off of her problems. Hearing their news was nice but it made her feel more alone than before. “I guess Congratulation is in order.”


“Thank you Tatsuki-chan,” Rukia placed a cup in front of their friend and grabbed one for herself as well. If all three were going to toss it down she might as well join in.


“When is the wedding?” Tatsuki couldn’t wait for Orihime to find out the news. It was a tad spiteful but she couldn’t help the hurt that made her want to lash out.


“We are still discussing it. Ichigo wants to have it here so his family and friends can attend but Nii-sama insists that we have it in the Seireitei.” Rukia could see the slight confusion on the girl’s face as Ichigo poured them both some sake. “Nii-sama is the head of our noble house and as his sister and part of the family he feels I should have the ceremony take place there. And I don’t think either one of them is willing to compromise.”


“Okay, I think I understand.” She took a sip of the liquid; it burnt her throat on the way down. “Then what is the problem? I assume if it’s here you aren’t going to have a huge wedding since it will cost money but I understand that Ichigo wants his family to attend but then your family can’t exactly attend. Why don’t you just have two? It’s kind of needed anyways right? I don’t know the rules of Soul Society but you are both shinigami so don’t you have to marry under their laws. The same goes for here if you want to live as a married couple here. Have the ceremony there to make it official there and then the one here, it’s simple.”


“You’re right and we should have thought of it ourselves.” Rukia downed the liquid in a swallow before looking towards the two of the three most important men in her life. Renji had just laughed his ass off when she’d informed him of the decision about getting married.


“Very well, I can agree to that.” Byakuya shrugged not about to admit that his sister was right. He just wanted to make sure that his family knew that he backed the couple fully. In order to stop any gossip was for Rukia to be given away as an official Kuchiki.


“Fine,” Ichigo poured himself another glass before topping off Tatsuki’s. Byakuya was nursing what was left in his cup. The drink was of fine quality. Renji was a loudmouth bum but the man had good taste in booze. “So what brought you over tonight?”


“Oh, I was in the neighborhood.” Tatsuki saw the orange brow lift in amusement. It wasn’t a complete lie damn it all to hell! She did live nearby and that made it a truthful statement. Besides how many times hadn’t she stopped by to see him as a kid?


“How is Orihime doing?” Rukia didn’t miss the flinch at the name. What was going on?


“She’s doing very well.” Should she inform the couple just how much their getting together had impacted her own love life? No, it wasn’t their fault that Ishida had chosen Orihime over her. “So have you heard the news?”


“What?” Ichigo held the bottle over Byakuya’s rim and topped off the other man’s drink. If they were to become brothers then they might as well let go of the past and try to get along.


“Her and Ishida are an item.” There she’d said it. Tatsuki felt the bile rise in her throat but it had to be said. Not like they wouldn’t find out soon enough from someone else.


“You got to be shitting me.” Ichigo almost dropped the bottle at the announcement. Sweet, gullible, shy, and ditzy Orihime with that annoying Quincy, what the hell was the world coming to? Wait, hadn’t Ishida told him not too long ago that he was thinking about asking Tatsuki out? What had happened to those plans? Or had the fickle male gone to liking one girl to another?


“I doubt she’d lie about it.” Rukia could see the girl’s hurt from here. Why hadn’t those two gotten together? Ishida had sat in this very room and told them he had feelings for the brunette so why end up with Orihime? Men!


“The two will bore each other within a year.” Byakuya set his empty cup down and let the liquid settle in his stomach. Drinking and eating felt weird inside this body, he’d be glad to be home soon.


“Nii-sama! That is rude,” it wasn’t often she felt the need to scold her sibling but that had been uncalled for. Whatever reason Ishida had it wasn’t their business. Orihime was a sweet girl and perhaps the two had discovered something together.


The captain didn’t care if it had been. He could recall the two people perfectly and he didn’t lie. He recognized that kind of relationship when he saw one. There were many kinds and he was no fool. There were ones like his sister’s: friends turned lovers with enough spice to keep things interesting. Then his and Hisana’s: two lonely people that had found each other and loved deeply out of understanding. Then the ones where people that didn’t really know each other, clashed violently but that passion couldn’t be contained and the idiots stayed together out of intrigue. The last was the one in question and he laughed at the very idea. The two weren’t at all compatible; it was as obvious as the nose on their face. Yet they would try to form some kind of bond and be together.


“She sounded very happy,” and Tatsuki wanted to choke her for it. She wanted to rave and hit because she wanted what her best friend had.


“Then we are happy for them.” Rukia yawned behind her hand and looked over at Ichigo. If she wanted any kind of attention from her man tonight she had to get him away from the table. “Why don’t you stay Tatsuki-chan? It’s rather late and we have the couch. In the morning you and I can go shopping.”


“Um, alright but I don’t want to impose.” She figured that the brother was going to be staying in the guest room. He wasn’t wearing one of those shinigami robes so he had to be here on a casual visit. The white dress shirt went well with the jeans. Damn, but he was really cute.


“It’s okay, we enjoy the company. We had a long day so we have to cut this short.”Ichigo stood up feeling only a little bit wobbly from the alcohol intake. “We’ll see you two in the morning.” It didn’t even occur to him to remind the two to behave since they were going to be alone.


“Good night you two,” Rukia was worried about leaving Tatsuki alone with her brother. The man would watch his rudeness since he was in her home and Tatsuki never went out of her way to be crude. The most that would happen is Byakuya would retire soon and Tatsuki would fall asleep on the couch watching television.


“Night,” she was imposing. Tatsuki sighed and took another sip of the sake. She watched until the couple rounded the corner to lead back into the rooms. No doubt as to why they were rushing off in a hurry. What to do? If she ran out she might insult Rukia and she didn’t really feel up to walking home.


Byakuya grabbed the bottle of sake and excused himself from the table. If those two were going to retire then he was going to check out the television. The last few times he’d come down it had been on business and he was curious about the modern form of entertainment.


Tatsuki eyed the retreating back until the man promptly sat down upon the couch, her bed for the night. He didn’t speak or move, just sat there staring at the television as if willing it to turn on. She snorted and grabbed her cup as well. If he wanted to take it to the couch then she was up for it. She’d watch with him until she passed out and forgot her pain.


Byakuya was searching for a way to turn the device on. The girl joined him less than a minute later and reached for a remote device that had been sitting on the small brown table near them. A second later the box came on and noise filled the room. His attention went on how close she was sitting when there was another cushion available.


“Got any preferences on what you want to watch? There is a chick-flick marathon going on but that might not be your thing.” She leaned back into the furniture and turned it to the channel. It was a movie she adored and she set the remote down. “Going to drink any more of that?”


“Indeed,” he poured himself more before handing the bottle over towards the female. If this girl was a friend then why hadn’t he ever seen her before? He thought he’d had the displeasure of meeting all of Kurosaki’s friends. Was it because she didn’t have much reitsu? He wouldn’t allow himself to believe she was any kind of fighter but perhaps only mildly aware.


“I love this part,” was it her imagination or was it getting hot in here? The movie consisted of a love story about a peasant that fell in love with a prince and he thought her to be nobility. “It’s kind of sad that society still revolves around status.” She knew from experience since her friends had their own status circulation. Hadn’t she been left out because she wasn’t like the others? She was a better fighter than Orihime but the other had been part of the inner workings of their war.


“What would you know of it?” The bottle was placed on the table and he could hear the girl sigh at his question. What was she forcing him to watch?


“I know enough,” Tatsuki snapped at his broad back. He was leaning forward enough so she couldn’t see his face. “Take this movie for example. She lies so he is under the impression that she is something she isn’t and she doesn’t dare tell him knowing that if he knows the truth then he wouldn’t waste his time on her. He falls in love with her but when he finds out that she is nothing but a peasant and not a woman of noble birth he turns his back on her. Of course he eventually takes his head out of his ass and she forgives him but the point is still there. Society has a way of putting a stamp on people without knowing their true value due to circumstance. It hurts when someone doesn’t find you good enough to accept you as you are and pulls away from you.”


“I agree to some extent,” he wouldn’t let the remarks reach home. It reminded him of what his situation had been with Hisana. Back then he hadn’t cared what had been said but just recently he had let his responsibility and duty get in the way of love. He cared about Rukia and had almost failed her because he believed in doing the right thing. “The world is not that simple.”


“Sure it is, just some creeps act like they are born better than the rest of us.” Tatsuki had her say as the movie turned to a part where the prince was kissing the girl and calling her by a false name. “I don’t think I could forgive him,” Just like she couldn’t forgive Uryuu for choosing another.


“Love isn’t that simple either,” was he really about to get into a debate with this human girl over the subject of love and duty? “Sometimes life is complicated and people often find themselves torn between what is wrong or right.”


“It is simple; people like you just make it hard. If he really loves her then it should never have mattered what her station in life was. A person shouldn’t feel guilty or regret loving another,” she downed what was in her cup and reached for the bottle.


“Perhaps it can’t be helped.” He could remember times when he’d felt guilty about following his heart and taking Hisana for a wife but he’d do it all over again. The few years he’d shared with her he’d been happy and he still loved her. He would never do so with another but there were reasons. He was now the head of his family and he had a duty to them. He had taken several lovers over the years out of need but getting involved wasn’t in his plans.


“Whatever,” she almost dropped the cup as he leaned back into the cushion. Maybe she was just being an idiot and crying over spilt milk. “I take it that you’ve been in love before.”


“Once,” he hissed the answer, not caring for the girl to pry. His wife was a closed conversation where most people were concerned.


“She must have been special. Someone uptight and stuck-up as you wouldn’t fall for anyone normal.” Oops, had she said the last part out loud? The look on his face said she had. Tatsuki flushed under the hard gaze. It had to be the sake, she was never that rude. It was just hearing him claim to have been in love and knowing what little she’d heard about him. He looked like an uptight, preppy, self-centered jerk in her opinion but what did she know? “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”


“No, you should not.” His voice came out cold and distant. In most respects Hisana had been very normal and average. She greatly resembled Rukia and could only be called pretty, nothing beautiful or breathtaking but she had been beautiful to him. Despite the hardships of her life she’d always been able to smile and make him feel loved.


“I said I was sorry. You just don’t look the type to fall in love I guess. You do look like one of those noble aristocrats that I’ve always read about. Your clothes are normal but fit you perfectly, you sit and speak very proper and I doubt your hair even has split ends. Guess you can’t judge anyone by their appearance.”


“Exactly, it is rude.” He uncurled his fist and watched the screen as the girl topped off his sake without him asking her to. Drinking wasn’t a favorite pastime of his and he was already feeling the affects. Heat was rushing through his blood as the female sighed and leaned back to join him. The entertainment wasn’t that fun but he saw what she meant. The male in the picture turned on the woman calling her a few choice names before turning his back on her. This was after he had lain with her and swore his eternal love.


“What an ass,” she blinked as the screen began to become unfocused. She shouldn’t have worn this dress but she hadn’t known that she’d end up over here. Then again she had been getting ready to casually walk over to Ishida’s and ask him out to dinner. It was talking to Orihime that had killed her plans and forget her state of dress. The light blue sundress hadn’t bothered her until now. Without caring if it was rude or not she lifted her feet up to curl them under her legs.


Grey eyes blinked repeatedly as he was flashed by legs and a good amount of thigh. Did the girl realize that her dress had ridden up several inches? Byakuya swore to himself and tried to focus on the remaining movie. At this rate he’d head to the room assigned to him and retire for the evening.


“He is kind of cute but you got him beat.” A smile curved her lips as he stiffened at the compliment. Hadn’t anyone ever told him that he was nice eye candy? A giddy feeling entered her stomach and she didn’t care if it offended him. Her life was over and she didn’t feel like being subtle. “So is there someone in your life now?”


That was none of her business and was she giggling? He’d kill Kurosaki if he was left to suffer the antics of a drunken human female. He wouldn’t consider the fact that he was feeling the effects of the sake even as he took another long swallow.


“I’ll take that as a no. Shame, are the girls in Soul Society blind? I mean Ichigo is cute but it’s more of a boyish look. Yours is kind of feminine but not enough to distract from the manliness. More like you have soft features and it makes you look hot. You don’t look like him though.” Tatsuki closed her eyes as the cup hit the couch.


“Him,” who was the girl comparing him to? Was her state due to a male? Byakuya let his head turn to the girl that appeared to be dozing.


“Yep, but we won’t discuss him. Though I can agree with you on the love thing, it sucks. We can’t help who we love, we can only make choices.” Tatsuki leaned forward to put the cup down on the table for the remainder of the night. If she drank anymore she would vomit all over the floor.


“I think you had enough to drink.” So did he it seemed. The alcohol had to be affecting his judgment and mental capabilities. That was the only excuse for the way his eyes roamed over the small amount of cleavage the girl was broadcasting. They were rather nice and he felt his body react to the view. It had been years since he’d found release with another person. It was the only excuse for the desire that had suddenly filled his veins. Damn, he’d just blame it on the way she was leaning back showing off a flawless thigh and pouting.


“I think you’re right but I’m not ready for bed.” Nope, she felt rather good now. Her eyes were half closed but she could make out his rather impressive form. How the hell did Ichigo beat this guy in a fight? Orihime had to be lying about that one. Broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs and defined hands that looked talented.


“Perhaps that is the best course of action.” She had muscular thighs, his mouth went dry. Byakuya narrowed his eyes as she got comfortable on the seat. He hadn’t bothered to pay attention when she walked in but now he could make out the distinct outline of her calf. Did she run in her spare time? It was a look that he liked on a woman but hadn’t met many that carried it. Hisana had been slim and dainty; it had played a part in their marriage. His wife had never been strong or healthy so the issues had carried over into their sex life. The union had been one of love not lust and it had never caused a major issue. It was the factor that caused him not to become attracted to his adopted sister. It hadn’t been Hisana’s physical form that had drew him but her soul. A personality that was the complete opposite of Rukia’s had won his heart.


Tatsuki ignored the order that was in his voice. She wasn’t going to bed, she wasn’t tired. She couldn’t explain what she was actually. She found herself studying the tall man with much interest as he did the same. What was he thinking about? He was probably wondering if Ichigo and Rukia would notice if he were to toss her out on her ass. She let her mind wander back to Ishida and how he was different. There was that streak of pride that her Quincy had, this Byakuya clearly had his pride but that was where it ended. It was like comparing slim to broad, short to tall, handsome to hot, and loveable to doable. OH yes, this guy was definitely sexy.


What was she looking at? His gut twisted as the large brown eyes came to rest on his mouth of all places. What kind of friend did his sister keep company with? He wouldn’t acknowledge the fact that he couldn’t help but let his eyes do the same. The girl had a very sexy mouth, one that would be very kissable. He had to be drunk if he was appraising a silly human girl. Drunk and extremely horny because he didn’t move as she moved forward or speak to stop her.


She couldn’t help herself; she had the strong desire to touch his mouth. Was it possible for them to be as thick as they looked? The bottom one was a lot fuller and her hand was reaching out to inspect the morsel without thinking. In her normal state of mind she would have kicked her own ass but self punishment was the furthest thing from her mind. How come Rukia got a hot brother and hers was a little annoying brat?


The touch was soft and timid, making him reconsider moving away. Fingertips roamed over his bottom lip in an explorative manner. It was sending a shiver down his spine, he was damned. This shouldn’t be happening, not with his control. He wasn’t the type of man that would allow a woman to touch his person without inviting it first.


It was softer than she would have imagined and it was smooth. What would it be like to kiss him? Her heart screamed that she’d never be able to kiss the one she loved and he wasn’t protesting. Here she was nineteen and had yet to be kissed. If he didn’t want it to happen he wasn’t acting it. Instead of telling her to stop his hand shot up to capture her wrist holding it in place.


Gray eyes met brown only a few inches away and imploring as to her intentions. If he didn’t stop it was it that big of a deal? She wasn’t the first woman he’d ever kissed nor would she be the last. He’d realized decades ago that his heart would never love another in such a manner but he was still a male.


She couldn’t believe it as his head lowered too fast for her liking. Curiosity and shock had her held in place until the ripe mouth crashed over her own. Was he kissing her? That’s what it felt like. The hint of sake ghosted under her nose as the lips caressed her own for a second time. It was more than pleasant, sending a jolt of awareness into her being.


One last attempt he applied more pressure to the pliant mouth. The girl finally relaxed and returned the gesture somewhat awkwardly. His rational thought ceased to exist as he opened his mouth to taste the bottom petal. A soft groan tumbled between them and lips parted in invitation.


It was better than she’d hoped! His tongue dipped into her mouth, sliding into the open orifice, eagerly searching for her own. The contact of the muscle colliding with her own sent ripples of pleasure into her core. Instinct took over and she found herself mocking the motions, happy to meet him halfway.


If the girl was an amateur she was a quick learner. His hand came up to clasp the slender neck to ensure that she wouldn’t pull back anytime soon. There was no holding back; he was drowning in excitement as the taste of her mixed with sake overwhelmed his senses. It’d been too long for him and he was feeling the results. That was the only answer for how his blood heated to a boiling point. The kiss was having an extreme effect and he was finding it hard to maintain a sensible thought.


The kiss deepened and she swore he was trying to taste every section of her cavern. The fingers holding her in a tight grip forced her head to tilt to the side allowing better access for his mouth. Wow! He was making her feel it all over.


The cushion made a soft squeak when he turned his body more towards his companion and began applying force to send her backwards. There was a small intake of breath and a cry of shock as they both ended up lying on the furniture with her looking up at him. He still had one foot on the floor and the other leg was held up by his knee. Her own limbs became unfolded and stretched out allowing him to lower himself towards her.


This couldn’t be happening to her! There was no way she was making out with Rukia-chan’s older brother. Things like this didn’t happen to someone like her. Tatsuki denied the fact even as he reclaimed her mouth in a heated kiss. Oh well, she might as well go with it. What were the chances of something like this happening to her again?


Need filled his gut and he was loath to release the mouth he had just took possession of. Running his tongue over the trembling bottom lip, he maneuvered his arm in order to apply most of his top weight on his left hand. The right left its perch on the slender neck and caressed the tender flesh at the base of her throat. She had a graceful throat and he let temptation rule him. His mouth moved south towards the curve where jaw met throat.


Kisses along her throat had her leaning her head back to enjoy more of the attention. Teeth playfully grazed her neck to bite down almost possessive. The act had flames rising in her center and she couldn’t understand why. Normally the idea of someone biting her would cause ire but not in this case. A brush of tongue and another scraping of teeth more towards her ear and she moaned instead of struck out in anger.


The shell of her ear was suckled and nipped as he let his free hand roam. Tips came to rest on the cotton of the dress near her waist. As much as he wanted to explore and touch his fingers sought out the device to get the garment down. Upon feeling nothing immediately up front they skidded along her side and the back in a hasty search. As if knowing what he sought, her back lifted lightly from the cushion to let him find the zipper. In under a second the metal was parted and he was working on pulling the straps down from her shoulders.


That was nice, she was feeling good. The palm lightly grazed the tops of her breast as the dress top was being worked down her chest. Cold air had her nipples pebbling in response and then she was bare from the waist up. Tatsuki licked her lips debating on how far she should let it go. A nagging feeling was telling her to make it end but seeing the moist swollen lips she just got done kissing lowering themselves towards her body held her quiet. Never had she dreamed of doing something so bold and reckless.


He could sense her hesitation and ignored it. If she voiced a request to stop then he would do so, until then he saw no reason to end it. They were both adults and right now he didn’t give a damn. His body was painfully aware that he had a beautiful and wiling female beneath it. He almost lost control seeing the perky round globes begging to be fondled. He liked for a woman to have enough to hold and caress but not an overabundance.


The scorching heat of his tongue had her eyes closing in bliss. It was gliding over her bare skin directly above her nipple, outlining her breast. The foreign ache intensified as wetness surrounded the tiny peak. It was too much and she cried out. There had to be a nerve connecting each nipple to her private area, she was feeling it there as he took turns sucking on the twin buds.


Byakuya lazily circled the peak with his tongue hoping she was almost ready. The jeans were killing his erection and he was more than ready to continue. Hands latched onto his hair, she was enjoying it just as much as he was. Seeing no reason to slow down fingers made a trail down the flat plane of her stomach and the bunched up dress. The skirt had made its way up firm thighs without her noticing.


Warmth touched the inside of her thigh and she realized it was his hand. The mouth was still suckling, keeping the aching pleasure building. Where all the sensation was centered tightened in anticipation as the soft cotton of her panties was suddenly pressed against the folds. Fingers were rubbing her through the fabric with determination and she loved it. If this was wrong then why did it feel so good? The amount of moisture she could feel collected there had her pondering if it was normal.She was excited and aroused beyond previous experiences during fantasies. So much that it was astounding as the tip of a digit slid beneath the cloth to stroke the twin petals hiding her secret entrance.


Byakuya rolled his eyes at the moisture collecting on the pad. The fleshy folds were soaking wet allowing him to explore deeper. His finger easily pressed forward to find the opening which would bring him release. It slid deeper causing them both to moan and writhe impatiently. Inside was hot and tight, almost sloppily wet. There was no denying just how much she wanted him.


How could she take much more? Her body was going to burst; the ache in her center was killing her. She had only a second to feel disappointed when the hand was jerked away from her body. Brown eyes opened in confusion only to discover why he had stopped. The man had somehow already stood up and was in the process of yanking the pants down. The white shirt was already tossed to the floor and the denim landed on the pile.


His cock stood proud and stiff before them both. In his right mind he might have wondered about her look of fear. Instead he was already making his way back over her prone form making sure to get rid of the offending cloth and part the creamy thighs in the process.


Fear coiled in her gut seeing what he going to use on her. Was she really about to let him do the unthinkable? Tatsuki moaned as his mouth placed a soft kiss over her own before deepening the contact. Her mind immediately went to the pleasant sensation and she was returning it. Wanting to feel him close, her arms went around his back. The thick corded muscles tensed and moved beneath her fingertips and she sighed into his mouth. It felt strange having him hovering over her but no more than the satiny brush against her sex.


He felt her tense beneath him as his hips flexed and the tip was being pushed into the swollen folds. The slick wetness encased his dick and then the passage itself. He stifled back a moan of enjoyment that would surely be heard by the other occupants of the home. It was incredible and she was mewling beneath him frantically. The noises incited his lust and he ignored the nails scraping down his back.


He was killing her, she was sure of it. Pain wasn’t something she was a stranger to and it took all she had not to scream at the top of her lungs. Instead she tried to relax having read that tensing up would only make it worse. But damn he was hurting her and he wasn’t going to stop. Slight pain her ass, her first time was hurting like a bitch.


Now he was sure no other man had been there before him. Only several inches were in and he didn’t think he could get more in without using force. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, he eased out slowly allowing the stretching passage a small reprieve. As she relaxed beneath him a quick thrust had him sliding back inside and deeper this time.


“Ugh,” her voice came out in a broken whimper of astonishment. That time had been intense but not as painful. Without asking if it were okay, he repeated the action without fail. Every time the large appendage eased itself deeper inside her body. The sensation was one of being stretched and a friction that was caressing the sore muscles.


His hair fell down, the bangs sticking to his forehead as sweat began to bead, and roll down his face. It was taking all his control not to do as he pleased. Hot white pleasure rolled over his body, centering on his cock thrusting without pause. She felt better than anything he could remember but his mind wasn’t exactly working so it was understandable. Her body clung to him, holding him in a tight embrace.


It was getting better now that the initial entry was long gone. Tatsuki licked her lips and arched her hips to feel more of him. The blaze in her core was out of control now and what he was doing was making it unbearable. If being with a man felt this good it was no wonder Rukia was always smiling. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d experienced before and she had a feeling that something had to give or she had to make it stop. The ache had her clawing his back and moaning between clenched teeth.


The tension mounted in his groin when the girl lifted her hips and began to move against his better judgment. To hell with stopping her, he brought himself down to meet the thrust impaling her deep. His cock jerked as she pushed up again to take him completely. The girl cried out in pain but didn’t stop, not even as he grunted and lost control.


It was what she needed. The rapid pounding of his hips accomplished the task. The pleasure washed over her in waves, soaring through her soul like a fountain of lava. She could feel her body tightening around him and soaking him in that moment.


That was all it took for him as well. The experience of her orgasm milking his shaft had it releasing all he had to offer. The pleasure continued with her as he didn’t stop the ongoing thrusting or penetration. There was no way he was stopping, his body jerked and moved rapidly continuing to ride her long after both came down from the blissful high.


Tatsuki smiled into the strands of hair resting along her check. She didn’t mind the pressure of his weight on top of her. Her body was still shaking from the aftermath of their lovemaking. Had it really happened? The man on top of her snuggled into her chest as they both took deep slow breaths. She wasn’t sure what was going through her mind but it must have been nice because she dozed off with a smile on her face.



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