Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Abarai's Advice for Dating ❯ Another Sort of Battle ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter 5

Sleep was the furthest thing from the minds of Renji Abarai and Rukia Kuchiki. Still sprawled out on the couch neither paid much attention to whatever it was on the television. It could have been the stock report or Takahashi's castle for all they cared. 

Presently Rukia's hands were caressing the dark tribal markings on his chest while his hands busied themselves rubbing over her backside. His pleated hakama clad legs parted, so she could lie more comfortably between them. Still it was rather awkward on the narrow sofa and Rukia's squirming on him was not helping much.

“Y' sure you want to stay here?” he muttered when she broke their latest kiss.

“What and deal with that old pervert looking in on us again? No thank you!” Rukia grimaced.

“You just want to see the look on the kid's face if he wanders out and sees us fucking on the sofa,” he got out before Rukia giggled. To him her face looked just as cute when frustrated as happy. However Renji preferred her smiling far more to seeing her hurt. He'd seen that lovely face marred by enough sad emotions, and if he had any say in it would make sure they were reduced.

“What?”

“You and your dirty filthy mouth. Never changes,” she commented.

“And you noticed that just NOW? You say I'm slow?” he smirked. As they continued to talk, he had slowly edged her pajama top up to reveal her chest. Her witty rejoinder vanished into a low-pitched moan with the action of his hands giving her a squeeze.

“Hey,” she yelped, dragging one led along the outside of his pleated hakama leg. 

Renji pressed his knees together and then swung around to sit up. This action enabled her to sit up on his lap, so she could wrap those muscular legs around his waist more comfortably.  Not to mention rub him in the places he liked.

“Damn fucking sofa was eating me alive. Everything's so soft here!” Renji complained.  

“Soft like your head,” Rukia mumbled, before shoving his kimono top and shirt off in one piece. He shrugged it to the side and closed his eyes to the sensation of her hands rubbing and squeezing his muscular arms.

“Damn.  This is the first time,” he mumbled.

“What was that?  You know better than I do it isn't the `first time',” she asked, voice muffled by her lips nibbling on the dark marks of his neck and shoulders. 

“First time you're in a gigai and me normal,” Renji said, his garnet eyes bright and hungry.  

“You want me to take it off?” she teased.

“Nah, leave it on. At least you won't bitch I'm crushing you if I'm on top,” he teased with a wicked grin. 

Rukia loved how his teeth were so feral, the canines pronounced like his bankai form. Whether it be baboon or serpent, it showed the progression of his mastery of his zanpakuto. In turn, Rukia's own signs of her sword mastery were apparent in the crystalline depths of her eyes and the soft whiteness of her skin as it grew almost as pale as frost.  

“Speaking of, you do remember she has a spare room, don't you?” Rukia whispered against his lips as they parted. His tongue slid along her bottom lip, teeth seizing to nibble on it before he answered.

“Uh huh,” the red haired Shinigami grunted, effortlessly scooping up his lover and standing to his full height. He stopped only to grab Zabimaru by the hilt and carry it in the hand that was not squeezing Rukia's bottom to his front.  Minutes later he returned to grab their scattered clothes and turn the television off.

Once inside the spare room, Rukia had hunted for the futon and extra blankets.  She had already opened the closet and smiled at the irony.  It had all started with her staying in Ichigo's closet months before.  The spiky silhouette of Renji's shadow eclipsed the bar of light splitting the room in two.  

Shading her eyes Rukia unfolded the futon and spread it out on the middle of the floor.  Silent, Renji placed Zabimaru carefully on a nearby table and strode over to help pull blankets and pillows out of the small storage closet.

Neither one wanted to speak right now in the tranquil quiet  It all felt so familiar even though Rukia and Renji had commenced a physical relationship mere weeks before this.  So comfortable were they with one another that they did not need words to say what they needed.  Not when a mere fond glance would suffice.  When they did speak it would most likely be insults anyhow.  

Rukia needed no prompting to spread the covers aside and slide into them, nor did Renji require her to ask him to shed his Soul Reaper uniform.  Hot nakedness curled around Rukia's back as she lay on her side facing away from the door.  Possessively Renji's muscular arm draped over her body and his knees spooned into the backs of hers.  Her eyes rounded considerably when Renji's hands curled over her small breasts and gave them a playful squeeze.

“Hey, watch it,” she whispered, giving him a swat over one shoulder.

“You don't REALLY feel like sleeping just yet do you?” he teased.

“I just didn't want to get knocked off the sofa with your clumsy oversized body,” she retorted.

“I never thought that kid'd actually get the nerve to ask me. Sure as hell can't learn much from his old man,” Renji observed.

“His father's hopeless. If Ichigo asked him Orihime would be an old maid, or with Ishida,” Rukia whispered.

“That'd piss the captain of squad 12 off. You know he has a sick fascination since the Quincy's dating his Vice captain now,” Renji whispered.

“Ishida and Nemu. Now that's a pair I didn't figure,” murmured Rukia wish a slight shiver. She felt a wave of disgust come over her at the thought of the squad 12 scientist, but pushed it aside. It was good for Nemu to have a male in her life who would treat her with respect. Anger burned in her.

“I wish I'd known sooner what that sick freak was doing to her. But Nii-sama said to mind my own business,” murmured Rukia.

“He saw her with those bruises when he'd go to the Shinigami Women's association meetings,” Renji nodded, kissing her forehead softly. “At least the Quincy's not going to give her any bruises.”

“Though there were some of his experiments that didn't go QUITE according to plan,” Rukia said thoughtfully. “Sucks to be him.”

“I'd rather talk about you and me right now. Don't let that stuff ruin what we have here. Let the Quincy handle Nemu's captain.”

“You're right. But still I want to keep an eye on that. I hate the idea of anyone being hurt… thankfully I said something to my own Captain, and he said he'd look into it,” Rukia shivered. She was thankful that Ukitake had urged Shunsui to urge Nanao to say a few words of encouragement to Nemu. Not only that but Rangiku and Yachiru had also taken more active roles in keeping watch on the squad 12 vice captain.

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Just down the hall Ichigo blinked awake to felt someone straddling him. Orihime's blue eyes peered down at him with a look of guilt, and he reached up to caress her cheek. “Hey,” he said.

“I'm sorry I couldn't help it. I like watching you sleep Ichigo and I couldn't keep from kissing you,” she whispered.

“At least now I'm awake to enjoy it, eh?” he teased.

Orihime's reddish hair tickled his cheeks, and Ichigo saw how comfortable she looked. In fact, she seemed quite happy to caress his cheek and gently press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Her fingers ran along his ribs and Ichigo yelped.

“Hey, now watch it!” he cautioned, his awkwardness still present. Nervously he laughed, and then reached up to run his own hands along her nightgown-clad body. 

Orihime shrieked and giggled with laugher as well, digging into his kimono top with her wriggling sensitive fingers. “Oh you mean here, and HERE?”

“No fair! That's playing dirty!” Ichigo gasped, laughing so hard his face was turning red.

Orihime moved off him to whip the blankets off him and slide her hand deeper into his top to attack his sides and hips. Twisting on his side Ichigo hollered with laugher, his eyes tearing over as he retaliated with his own slender strong hands. Orihime's guffawing blended with his and they soon were hiccupping spasmodically. Again, they rolled over and then Orihime swung her leg over to straddle him. Ichigo' looked up into her dark eyes, gleaming with happy tears. It was so pleasant to see her smiling, that he forgot just what he was brooding about earlier.

“I won't tell anyone if you don't… that you were smiling like a silly monkey!” Orihime grinned.

“A silly Monkey? Hey I thought you were going to say clown,” Ichigo pouted, amused by her choice of words.

“Sorry I forgot it's Renji who's the monkey snake thing. But you're so much funnier when you frown it looks like you're going to burst a blood vessel. Which would be pretty sad because I don't' want to see you bleed to death,” Orihime panted, her sides hurting from laughing so hard.

“I wouldn't want to mess up your sheets either,” Ichigo panted, finally regaining his breath. 
Eyes squeezed shut in joy she bent down and covered his lips with hers. She knew she was babbling and wanted to shut herself up. So what better way than to get the kiss going because she was afraid that Ichigo would get bored? Sighing Ichigo bound her in his strong arms, and was rewarded with her pressing her ample bosom to his muscled chest. Teasing his lips with her tongue, she was pleased when Ichigo's mouth opened and she could explore its depths. All she wanted to do was make him happy, and help him forget about the tragedies in his life. His happiness made her happy.

Ichigo tangled his fingers into her hair, rubbing her spine but stopping short of her backside. As if avoiding forbidden territory. South of the border, he felt himself getting quite hard, and wondered for a minute if it shocked her. Surprisingly he felt her hips shift so she aligned her crotch with his. Her fingers tightened in his short hair, rubbing his scalp and massaging the back of his neck deftly. If he opened his eyes a crack he saw nothing but auburn and ginger shutting out the world around him. 

Regretfully Orihime released him from the kiss, shifting again so she was rubbing against the hardening bulge. Ichigo's eyes hazed with shock and pleasure, his breath surging in huge pants. Automatically he seized her hips, holding her in place from wriggling any more. There was no nervous tension in her body, and it surprised and worried him. 

“Don't be afraid to touch me Ichigo,” Orihime said gently. “I'm not made of friable breakable glass and china that's going to go crack if you drop me or anything.”

“I want to touch you very much, Orihime. I just want you to tell me to stop if I'm getting too… you know…” Ichigo said.

“It's so sweet of you to be so worried. But I wish you wouldn't be SO worried and just enjoy our time together,” Orihime scolded him. “I mean if you're worried I don't know what girls and boys do together I have read about it and I know what goes where.”

“You what?” Ichigo swallowed hard.

“Your face looked so hilarious just then. Oh I hope I didn't sound like some sort of pervert,” Orihime blinked with frustration. “I don't want you to think I'm that kind of girl… not the one which doesn't want you but the who just drops her drawers and…”

Ichigo slid his hand from her waist and then grasped her neck to tug her face to his. Her words were silenced in a gentle sweet kiss. Her soft sigh and moan through their fused lips caused his heart to pound faster, and he parted his legs a bit so she could feel him more comfortably. Through their soft dance of lips and tongue, he felt the pure trust radiating through. He wondered if he was worthy of that trust, but something advised him to not push her away. She had so much love to give, and it would be horrible to throw it away. Not when she needed as much as he did, perhaps more.

“You taste so nice,” Orihime whispered against his lips, and Ichigo could not help chuckle. Softly she kissed one of his closed eyes, than the other, before moving to his forehead and then sprinkling kisses on his cheeks. She seemed to worship him with her mouth and Ichigo groaned as she slid down his body. 

“You… can touch me anywhere you want, Orihime,” Ichigo gasped. “You… you first… I won't try to stop you.”

“I'm so glad to hear that, Ichigo. I don't want you to think that I don't want you, because I've dreamed of doing this for so long, but I knew you were always so moody and wanted your space, but I've only ever wanted to be there for you,” Orihime whispered, tickling his ear. 

His eyes shot wide open when he felt her tongue sliding along the shell and then swirling in the canal of his ear.

“H…hime…” he gasped, shivering. 

“I hope you liked that. You got all goose pimply,” she giggled again, spreading apart the halves of his robes. Ichigo spread his arms out, and closed his eyes to focus on what she was doing that seemed so delicious.

“Damn Orihime, you're making me feel so good,” Ichigo gasped, swallowing hard as her tongue swept over his collarbone and she kissed a path over one side of his chest, than the other. He was letting her take the lead, setting the pace. Showing him what she had to offer because he knew how hard she had given of herself in battle. He wanted her to have the chance to prove herself and not hold herself back out of fear. Up and down, he moved his diaphragm, inhaling deep draughts of breath with each lick, kiss, and nibble that his girlfriend bestowed on him. 

“I'm so happy you're letting me do this for you Ichigo,” Orihime purred, her voice deepening and sending shivers down his spine. She was not as passive and submissive because her touch was even and measured. As if she had memorized dozens of times just how she wanted to touch him and finally had the chance to do so.

“I want to make you happy too Orihime, but I want to keep letting you play a bit first,” Ichigo panted, then winced. How stupid did that sound, he cursed.

Renji's hasty advice played like an mp3 in his brain. Assuming the dominant role wasn't always what the woman needed. Ichigo had to be confident that he would allow the woman to please him, and thus show her desire. However, Renji said it in a much cruder way.
As she slid back and sat on his hips, again he slid his hand down her back and grasped her rounded bottom. 

Orihime moaned, making no move to twist away, and he felt another wave of relief. In fact, she whispered, “Touch me there again, please Ichigo…”

“You like that huh?” he panted, his brown eyes clouding over with desire that he had held back until now.

“Uh huh… your hands feel SO good on me,” Orihime murmured. Ichigo squeezed her bottom again, pressing their lower halves together and she ground down against him. He couldn't' wipe the smirk off his face and chuckled up at her.

“I guess this means you don't want to stop does it?” Ichigo looked up at her. With his free hand, he massaged her back and spine, and then cupped the back of her head. 

Twin hairpins housing her power gleamed in the light of her pink shaded lamp, and she had her eye shut with a look of bliss present. Then he tightened his grip and slipped his legs between hers. She laughed with delight when he flipped them over and straddled her.

Ichigo covered her mouth with his, slowly lapping his tongue past hers. Orihime's fingers dug into his back, her legs parting to let him lie between them. He felt her legs cradling him and the sweet motion of her mouth opening to accept his dominant kiss. Hot sweet breath surged through their fused mouths and Ichigo feasted on her openmouthed probing of the roof of his palate. Like some delicacy, she dined and feasted on his mouth with small tantalizing nibbles.

“Ichigo?” she whispered.

“Mmm yes?” he asked, rubbing against her belly with his excitement.

“I was wondering about Zangetsu?” she blinked.

“Uh huh…” Ichigo panted, as she rocked her hips and brought their crotches together. Her left hand slid down and squeezed his backside, while the other tugged him down atop her as if she never wanted him to leave where he lay now.

“This is going to sound really silly and weird, but I wondered if I could ever see him. You said you could always see Hinaku, Baikon, Lilly… not to mention Ayame and Shuno. And even Tsubaki though I'm sorry he's such a meanie sometimes… but I guess he's overly protective…” Orihime panted.

“Old man Zangetsu, or my shikai?” Ichigo panted, seeing the teasing look in her eyes.

“I mean it's always so big and powerful… and it looks so awesome when you swing him around it's just… I get such a rush like I'm on a roller coaster ride with those ten loop the loops… you remember the one Keigo threw up on, and Rukia was calling Renji a baby when he turned green and ran to the men's room… but then he ate all that cotton candy like he was starving and you would think he wasn't really sick but faking it so Rukia would hold his hand and baby him…” she babbled again. Ichigo laughed as the tension again eased and he realized how comfortable that voice made him.

“Keigo deserved it. All those times he's jumping out of nowhere and pissing me off,” Ichigo rolled his eyes. Bending down he kissed her soundly again, and rolled them over so they were on their sides facing one another. Orihime slid her leg up his hip and tugged him towards her. So Ichigo parted her legs with one of his so they were tangled together. Experimentally he shifted is thigh and pressed it to her womanhood. Biting her lips, she moaned, and he did it once more when she humped slightly on it.

“Do that again Ichigo. I really like that. It feels so good!” Orihime pleaded.

“You mean that?” Ichigo asked, puzzled but pleased at her reaction. Bending down he kissed her neck and then felt her hand grab his hand tug it to her chest.

Seeing her insistent look, he gently squeezed and curled his hand to cup it perfectly. Seeing her smile, he reached for the other, and she turned on her back partway so he could feel each of them. Then pushing his hands away she said, “I want you to help me take this off so you can feel them… and I do want you to feel them,” Orihime asked politely.

“If that's what you want, I can't refuse you,” Ichigo smiled a bit foolishly, wondering just WHAT he had done to deserve such luck, and thanking the gods that she was so comfortable with him. Sitting up she crossed her arms and dragged at her nightie's skirt. Ichigo pulled it up as well, helping to guide it over her face so the garment would not snag her hairpins. Underneath she wore no bra and his eyes fixated on the curve of the breasts revealed in all their glory.

“Isn't that so much better now? And I want to see you too,” Orihime chirped brightly which threw Ichigo off balance and left him blinking in shock at how comfortable she felt yet again.

“You mean it doesn't bother you when I um… I…”

“Don't you like how I look?” Orihime asked, her hair covering her breasts.

“I mean yes… I just… I'm not used to looking at a woman's… chest… I mean I did… I mean I damn it,” he groaned.

“It's okay! Look all you want,” she urged, and then tugged at his top. He shed his shirt so his chest was bare and then Orihime threw her arms around him, and one leg to sit on his lap and rub against his thigh.

“Ohhh damn,” Ichigo groaned, loving how her breasts pressed to his chest.