Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Entrusting ❯ chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: if it was mine, then they'd already be making babies by now. and I'd have shuuhei and byakuya both in my closet :>

 

 

A/N

 

Well…um…ano..ah…er…I am so nervous about this chap. This is a first for me. Please read and review after. What you guys will say would greatly affect the following chap in my other fic `twisted fate'.

 

Oh, and thanks for everyone who reviewed. I'll try to reply to your reviews.

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

“Hi” he said awkwardly. It just has been too long. His eyes focused on her face. As if reorienting himself with her every feature. Her black hair tied back in a loose bun, with tendrils falling freely on her nape and the sides of her face. And that single strand of hair that seems to stubbornly stay falling down in the middle of her forehead and face. Her upturned nose, and her sweet sensuous lips. Her creamy and soft cheeks. He couldn't help it. He told himself he'd go slow but he had to touch her. Two fucking years that he had been deprived of her, and now she was there right in front of him. He gently traced her cheek with his thumb.

 

“Ichigo?” he felt her flinch at the initial contact and he brought his eyes to her eyes. For a few seconds he couldn't move. He'd almost forgotten how arresting her eyes were. Her indigo orbs were staring at him, questioning. He could see the lighter shade of blue speckles, outlining her irises. God, she's beautiful. Driven by instinct, he cupped both cheeks with slightly shaking palms, with his heart beating erratically, he gently lowered his face, his eyes drawn to her lips which were also slightly parted, waiting.

 

With breaths mingling, he dared look into her eyes, hers still questioning, his seeking. He dared not move further, the unspoken question hung in the air. Please, his eyes begged. Trust me, it says. He felt her body give, softening against his touch, her eyes drifting close. Yes her body says. That was all encouragement he needed as he swooped down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss.

 

It was a kiss of longing. All of Ichigo's pent up yearning, bottled up for two whole years suddenly came to fore. He tasted and savored. And when she opened her mouth and gave him entrance, his mind just stopped. His tongue sought hers in a timeless dance of passion.

 

He heard a soft moan, though he couldn't be sure who it came from. He could feel her hands tangling in his hair and running down his chest. Her hands left a burning path in his skin and his body was singing at her touch

 

He couldn't gauge how long they were caught in that passionate lip lock, yet when the need for air finally ruled over, he still felt as if it wasn't enough. Their foreheads were touching, his nose beside hers, his mouth a few centimeters away from hers, both breathing harshly. It took a lot of will power on his part to stay still. He wanted to kiss her senseless again, wanted to feel her hands running over him. Patience, he reminded himself.

 

He could see that she was as affected with their kiss as he was. Her eyes were still shut close, her breathing ragged, and her hands clutching the lapels of his jacket. His hands were still curved on her soft cheeks.

 

Finally reigning some semblance of control, Ichigo stepped back yet didn't let her go. His thumbs ran circles over her cheeks then slowly ran down to her arms, and intertwined his hands with hers. He smiled unconsciously as he looked at their hands as a feeling of rightness and warmth enveloped him. Her hands fit his perfectly. This was the way it's supposed to be. This was what it should be.

 

“Ichigo” her soft voice pulled him out of his trance as he dragged his eyes to her face. “What are you doing here? What if nii-sama finds out?”

 

Ichigo knew what she meant. Her voice was laced with worry. Worry for his person. Yet for the life of him, he couldn't stop the smile that formed in his lips upon hearing her say his name again.

 

“You moron!” she said as she slapped him in the head. He winced at the assault but before he could say something he felt her pull him inside her apartment. Standing behind her in the hallway, Ichigo could still not help but smile. She was leaning her forehead on the closed door, probably counting to ten, he mused and smiled even wider. Some things just don't change. She tends to do that, stop and count, when faced with indecision. Normally he would use the mere ten seconds to hide out of her sight. Because when she regains her composure he knows and he is pretty much sure that he will be the one receiving her wrath. But not tonight. Tonight he would welcome the assault. Dammit, even his skull welcomed her slap earlier. It felt just like old times. And for that, he would endure any lashing out and physical abuse his body might receive.

 

He saw her shoulders stiffen and watched her take a deep breath. Slowly, she turned around and faced him. Her eyes were glinting like daggers and her brows were furrowed. Totally enjoying her reaction, he cocked his head to the side and placed both his hands inside the pockets of his jacket and smiled “Hi!”

 

“Why you!!!” she shouted “ of all the…” her eyes were now blazing her finger poking his chest “dumb, stupid, moron!” Ichigo didn't even try to fend her off. He just held up both hands in defeat and stepped back every time she steps up. “You are so stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid” Her eyes were now glistening with unshed tears and Ichigo's heart lurched. He never wanted to see her cry. He wrapped both arms around her, imprisoning both her arms and hands between them. “Shhh…” he said tenderly.

 

He felt her struggled and heard her muffled voice “Don't you try to shh me moron! Oh god, you are so stupid!” She was crying now, her hands fisted in his top and there were muffled sobs coming from her. “Don't do this to yourself. You…can't, please don't do this!” he heard her say.

 

He held her even tighter. His heart was breaking at her sobs. The anguish he felt almost two years ago came back. And his anger towards her brother grew even more. How dare he call himself a brother and yet do this to her? “Don't cry honey, please don't cry” he said in a tortured voice. He was now running both hands on her back, trying to sooth away her pain. “Shhh…” he said again and kissed the top of her head.

 

He loosened his grip on her, but did not let go, with one hand still loosely wrapped. around her, his other hand slowly lifted her face towards him. He saw her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes and his resolve just melted. Whatever argument he had conjured up in his head flew out. Her usually vibrant violet eyes were now dull, clouded by worry and pain. Driven by a need to comfort her, he slowly dipped his head and kissed her tear stained face. His tongue soothing and drying her tears. He tasted her tears, he felt her pain.

 

She was now pliant in his arms, and he felt her tilt her head back to give him more access to her face. “Rukia” he breathed out. And as he looked into her eyes, he saw love brimming in those violet orbs. “Oh god, I love you” he said as he crushed his lips with hers. He didn't need to hear her reply. He felt it in the way she wrapped her arms around him. The way she responded was enough proof of how she feels about him.

 

There wasn't a tinge of hesitation left in him. He wanted her. He wants her so damn much. So he took what he can. Took what it is that she is willing to give. His mouth slanted over her while his hands roamed her body. He could feel her clinging to him, felt her shudder in delight, and his senses soared.

 

She was touching him as much as he is touching her. Her hands had roamed from his nape to his chest, then tangling back to his hair. But it wasn't enough. He wanted to feel her, feel all of her.

 

He was like a starved kid who finally got his dessert. He took everything that she offered. He kissed her senseless, roamed his hands all over her body, his mouth following the path his hands had taken.

 

And he gave, gave as much as she did. His body knew her so well. She was arching and moaning his name over and over as he tenderly gave his attention to every sensitive part of her body.

 

And as he slid inside of her, his body felt whole. It was like finally being home. And as they fell into the age old rhythm, his hands found hers, his fingers lacing and intertwined with hers. He gave it his everything, gave her his everything. Each thrust a silent promise, `I'm here, I'm never leaving you again. I love you.'

 

As their worlds broke into the peak of sensual pleasure, it was each others mane that was on their lips, his hands was still intertwined with hers, his hold never wavering, nor loosening. He was meant to have her hand in his, to have and to hold. And he would never again let it go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N

So what do you guys think? Do I suck? Sorry this is my first attempt at writing something of this level and genre. I could really use some pointers or something. Please, please review and leave a comment. I promise to rewrite this chap if need be. It would also greatly help me in writing the next chap for my other story twisted fate. So far I am at a loss as to how to go about it. So please review and tell me what you guys think.