Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Odalisque ❯ Chapter 21 ( Chapter 21 )

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Odalisque

 

Chapter 21

 

Rukia blearily opened her eyes. She felt like her retinas were swimming through some type of oozing molasses. Her head was swinging and she moaned softly at the woozy sensation. Her body felt like gelatin. Her mind felt like ooze. She drew in another, long, satisfying breath and tried to gain some sort of perspective over her body.

 

She was naked, she was exhausted, and she was, ah, what was the word… draped, over another hard, muscular, body.

 

She swallowed thickly and immediately felt as though cotton balls had just been shoved down her throat. She groaned and found one of her hands hidden underneath a pillow. She raised it to her forehead and wearily rubbed her fingers against her eyes.

 

Okay, so she could feel her face; that was good enough for now. She sighed and moved onto the other parts of her body. Her breasts tingled from their position as they pressed against a flat, warm, surface. Her limbs felt rubbery. The lower part of her body throbbed from repeated use and she allowed a small smile to curl onto her lips. Her head was turned to the side, her ear was resting on that warm stretch of flatness and she could hear a steady thumping underneath it.

 

She raised her head slightly and pressed her chin onto that slightly fuzzy surface and squinted into the darkness.

 

Ichigo was resting peacefully on his back and she was lying on top of him. One of her legs was draped over both of his, her breasts were pressing into his chest, and her right arm traversed the muscled expanse of his pectorals. Raising her head even more she glanced at the bedside table and tried to make out the numbers on his alarm clock.

 

She let out a small scoff of exhaustion when she saw that it was nearly five thirty in the morning. Her head flopped back onto Ichigo's chest and she wiggled softly to get closer to him. He was so warm and his skin was fuzzy and soft as it slid against hers. She sighed contentedly as she pressed her cheek against his clavicle.

 

This was just so nice.

 

Rukia's eyelids popped open. She jerked like a flailing fish until her body was completely away from his. He grumbled in his sleep and tossed his head to the side but did not awaken. She bit her bottom lip and looked at the clock once more. She was okay; it was only five thirty. That would give her enough time.

 

As quietly and as gently as she could Rukia threw off the sheet and slid, stark naked, out of the bed. She began searching for her clothes in the darkened bedroom with her weary eyes. Within a few minutes she found her dress but she couldn't—for the life of her—find her own underwear. She could see Ichigo's boxers of course—tossed to the floor like a used tissue—but she highly doubted that wearing those would be acceptable.

 

Her cheeks burned after a moment when she realized that he had taken them off and thrown them onto the counter the night before. They were probably still there.

 

Christ I hope they didn't land in anything he was cooking. She pleaded fervently.

 

Rukia raised her hands and slid the dress over her head. She fixed it quickly onto her body and thought of the horrid ride on the metro she would have. God, all those stares… she knew that every single woman in the car would be able to take one look at her and know that she had had her brains fucked out all night long.

 

She exited the bedroom as fast as she could and found her jacket in the hallway.

 

Ichigo slammed her up against the nearest wall and she gasped when the cool paint hit her bare ass. His hands worked furiously at her shoulders and she grunted as he tried to pry her tasteful jacket from her shoulders. She had to unwrap her arms from around his neck and press them back against the wall. She heard the fabric hit the ground and moaned when he took both of her wrists and pinned them with his one hand. He explored her fully with the other, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, and smoothing over her curved bottom until she was fighting to be free, just so she could touch him back.

 

Finally he was able to rip her away from the wall and toss her into the bedroom.

 

She picked up her jacket, slipped it onto her arms, and tied it securely around her waist. Her breathing was shallow as she came back into the kitchen and saw Ichigo's abandoned food. The pasta was limp in the pot and the vegetables were withered in the iron pan. With a sigh of relief Rukia located her underwear; they were precariously hanging off of a slotted stirring spoon near the edge of the counter.

 

She slowly slid them on and cringed at the tenderness of her thighs. She began to lightly hyperventilate when she thought of what had happened after their little foray in the kitchen. Back to when she had been tossed—half naked—on top of Ichigo's king size bed.

 

Come to think of it, that time had been one of the only times that night that they had actually spoken—to each other, at least. Occasional moans and curse words were frequent throughout the night.

 

Ichigo slid the dress over her as she desperately tried to yank his pants down as far and as fast as she could.

 

She was panting hard and wanted him back inside of her almost immediately. His head was already down by her collarbone. He was nipping and laving at her shoulder and Rukia reached down to grip his cock.

 

He mumbled something against her neck and she frowned softly.

 

“What?” She gasped, tugging and testing him with her hand, he groaned and grew harder.

 

“Are you on birth control?” Was what he asked in his desperately breathless voice.

 

Rukia didn't even bother to scold him for not asking if she was on some type of birth control before he fucked her on the kitchen counter. Although in all honesty he really didn't seem to care whether or not she said yes. It seemed as though he was planning on doing her whether or not she was properly protected. Arrogant ass.

 

He didn't wait for her to answer him. He wasn't even slowing down a bit. His cock was inching towards her, she wasn't stopping it either.

 

“Yes!” She cried when his teeth sunk into her shoulder. “Oh, fuck yes!”

 

With that he had rammed himself into her and she had nearly passed out in pleasure.

 

She quickly adjusted her dress and desperately tried to find some sort of reflective surface. The only bathroom that she had gotten a glimpse of in this place was through Ichigo's bedroom—although she didn't know why, what about guests? Visitors? Would they want to go through his bedroom just to use the bathroom?—and she did not want to go back in there.

 

She settled for the tiny mirror in the compact hidden inside of her purse. She fixed her rumpled hair as best she could, wiped away her make up with a wet paper towel, and tried to reapply a bit of mascara, just so she wouldn't look like completely satiated death on the metro train.

 

Rukia hummed mechanically as she searched for her shoes. One was halfway hidden underneath the oven and the other was thrown recklessly into the hallway. She slid them on with a small groan. Bending over like this to slip the thick material onto her feet made her insides spasm with pain… and glee.

 

Good God she was sore.

 

They had fucked three more times before they had finally collapsed into a pile of boneless limbs. Rukia shuddered when she thought of all of it. There had been the sex on the counter and then another bout of normal front-to-front sex following. What had been really fantastic though, was when he finally recovered—bless that short refractory period of his—and turned her around. She had made some sort of protesting sound only to be silenced a minute later when Ichigo slid into her from behind.

 

Her abdomen spasmed again and she thought she might just come at the thought of it.

 

Still, while the other times had been some of the most mind-blowing sex she had ever received, what had been truly, euphorically, and beautifully wonderful had been their last time. Rukia clenched her teeth as it passed like a video through her mind.

 

Ichigo shut his eyes tight and a long, sensual, moan escaped his lips. Rukia grinned slickly and began to kiss her way up his chest. His sternum rose and fell sporadically under her tongue. She crawled up his body and found him hard and ready… again.

 

She let a small chuckle come out of her throat as she ground her pussy into him. He hissed and gripped her hips with his hands. Rukia knew that in the morning she would have to check for bruises, but right now she didn't care, she just wanted to see him below her. Writhing, panting, thrusting… she wanted it all.

 

Without further ado she slipped him inside of her and bit down on his shoulder all at once. He grunted and clasped her hips even harder.

 

“Fuck!” He gasped, arching his back and pushing himself even further into her. She nearly lost it when she felt him going deeper and deeper but managed to maintain her concentration. Slowly, methodically, and torturously she began to grind against him in small circles. He started to choke on his own pants and she laughed into his neck. She continued rhythmically, slowly, and agonizingly. He was straining beneath her. She could tell that he wanted to just flip her over and start thrusting into her like a wild beast but she held him back.

 

His hands were running up her back, caressing her ass, and fondling the sides of her breasts. He was wheezing into her hair and jerking even further and further into her. She felt her body began to tingle and she bit down on his neck harder. Her orgasm was slow and prolonged. She shuddered helplessly against him as she came. He moaned when he felt her gripping him tight and she knew that he didn't have much longer to go before he came.

 

His release was powerful and hot. Rukia gasped hard and bit down even harder. She felt him jerk against her bite but she ignored it. Everything just felt so good. Too good. She had to stop…

 

Oh yeah, she had been on top. She had seen that it nearly killed him to allow her to do it but from the look on his face after he had come… damn, he had practically told her that he was more than willing to let it happen again.

 

Not that it would ever happen again. Never.

 

She pulled her purse up to her shoulder and began to walk towards the front door. She was completely conscious of the way the skin on her inner thighs stuck together as she strode. She also had to contend with the small limp in her step.

 

A small shudder ran through her body as she headed for the back door. If she had to go outside she definitely didn't want to start her walk-of-shame early.

 

*~*~*

 

Thirty minutes ago Ichigo had been warm. Now he was cold. He wondered if he had accidentally kicked off his blanket.

 

A low groan escaped his throat and he rolled slightly to the side. Through his fuzzy, sex-satiated brain he could already plan out the days events. It was Saturday so he and Rukia had all freaking day to fuck each other. He'd just roll to the side, start stroking her back, hopefully wake up a bit more—in both the northern and southern regions of his body—and then do her any way he wanted.

 

He grinned into his pillow and allowed a small snicker to escape him. Last night they had done it in all of his favorite positions. All of them. It was especially thrilling to take her from behind. She had seemed a bit wary at first but once she realized what he was doing she was immediately on board. He loved how she gasped and jerked against him. How when he snaked his hand around and rubbed her clit she had had to bite the pillow in order to keep from screaming.

 

Then, after she had come again, he had pulled his fingers to his mouth and tasted them. She tasted like sweet, juicy, fruit. Forbidden fruit and at that jazz. It was fantastic.

 

He thought, after he fucked her from behind, that she had been exhausted enough to fall right to sleep. But she hadn't. Once they had taken a short, ten minute break—both breathing hard and fast while lying next to each other—she had done something he normally wouldn't have allowed.

 

She climbed on top of him.

 

When he slept with other women he always made sure that he was on top—in some form or another. It was his preferred position and everyone else didn't seem to mind. Still, she had gotten on top of him and taken it slow. He hated going slow while having sex. It usually made him feel sluggish or tired. But what she had done… oh fuck… making small circles while simultaneously going up and down, ramming herself so far over him that he felt her radiating warmth throughout his entire body. Christ, it had been phenomenal. All he did was lie on his back and grip her hips. The way she bit his neck too… it had been animalistic enough for him. He bet he still had that bite mark.

 

Maybe having her on top now and again was an option he would have to keep open.

 

“Rukia…” he sighed, he rolled over to the other side of his bed and placed his arm on top of…

 

… An empty bed.

 

“Huh?” His body was immediately alert. He sat up, allowing the sheet to drop down a bit more. It rested on his legs as he raised a hand to scratch the top of his head. She wasn't there. Ichigo's slowly functioning brain began to creak. He looked around the room. She wasn't there either.

 

“Fuck,” he mumbled. He looked blearily to the side and caught sight of his boxer shorts. Tugging them up—with the unhappy realization that he'd just have to remove them once again when he found Rukia—he began walking towards the kitchen on stiff limbs.

 

“Rukia?” He called, his voice cracking with early morning sleepiness. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers and wondered if she was sitting on his couch.

 

She wasn't in his living room. He frowned again and looked over to the kitchen. She wasn't there either. He half expected to seeing her at his little table, munching on cheerio's or something equally as bland. Or… hell, it would have been exceedingly hot to see her making something—like eggs—dressed in only an apron and her milky white skin.

 

Ichigo shuddered as the fantasy started to play out in his mind.

 

However, she wasn't there and he had to content himself with just a mental image of her in nothing but an apron. He continued looking. He couldn't seem to find her anywhere.

 

Ichigo scratched the back of his head again and tried to think about this. He looked back to his hallway and blinked. Where were her shoes? Her jacket? He moved back into his room and wondered where her dress was. And for that matter, what about her panties on the counter—that had been so sexy—and her purse? What happened to all of her clothing?

 

Okay, he had to piece this together slowly. She was gone. Her clothing was gone. One plus one equals…

 

“She left?”

 

*~*~*

 

Rukia pressed her hands to her face and groaned. A woman sitting across from her on the metro glanced up at her, smirked, and then looked back down. Rukia wished she could have had the guts to glare at her but she just couldn't.

 

She looked like a tramp.

 

Rukia shrunk back into her seat and desperately looked up to see how many stops she had left to go. No matter how much she had primped her hair, no matter how hard she had tried to get her makeup on again, and no matter how wrinkle-free her dress was she still looked like sex. Smelled like it too. She wriggled even further into her seat and prayed for time to speed up just a little bit more. Just so she could go home and take a nice, long, cold, shower.

 

Her stop was announced and she stood up on shaking legs. The woman looked at her once more and snickered softly but Rukia ignored her. She still felt shamed enough to keep her head down.

 

God! This is fucking ridiculous! Her mind screamed angrily, I had sex! Normal, functional women have sex, even more of them have one night stands! It's not like I'm wearing a scarlet letter on my chest or anything. I just had sex!

 

Yet that declaration still didn't stop her from keeping her head down until she got all the way inside of her apartment. The moment she closed the door to her home she turned around and leaned against it.

 

She slept with Ichigo Kurosaki.

 

Rukia exhaled and drew in a deep, refreshing, breath. She could do this. She just needed to come to terms with what just happened and then push it so far back into her mind that she'd never think about it again.

 

It happened. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it now. Nothing that would make the night reverse itself. Nothing to take away the stupid temper she had that had made her go over there in the first place. Nothing that could take away how his hands had felt on hers, his mouth on hers, his lips against her pussy, her hands on his cock… him inside of her, again and again and again.

 

Well, everything save a time machine.

 

Which she couldn't build.

 

She brought her hands to her shoulders and pulled off her dress. It shuddered to the floor and she took her underwear off as well. It fell on top of her puddle of a dress and she sprinted, naked, across her apartment and into her shower.

 

The cold water hit her immediately and she shuddered relentlessly in the freezing temperature. Nonetheless, she grabbed a bar of soap, her loofa, and vigorously rubbed them together. The soapy foam she received was then slathered onto her body. Rukia scrubbed and scrubbed as hard as she could. She lathered her arms until they were a bright, shiny pink. She rubbed away the flesh on her hips and stared in wonder at the bruises his fingers had left. Rukia bit her lip and tried to silence the soft moan that was fighting its way out of her throat.

 

After a moment of silent contemplation she turned back to the water—now it was hot—and began to scrub away at the insides of her thighs. She even went as far as lathering her own fingers and rubbing her insides. She had to erase all traces of him. Everything.

 

Once she was finished Rukia's skin was as pink and new as that of an infant's. She stepped out of the shower and gingerly rubbed her tingling body dry with a soft towel. She groaned when she entered her room and plopped down onto her massive bed.

 

She couldn't shake him.

 

She just couldn't get rid of him. Her new, shiny, skin made her wish that he was with her in her bed just so he could help her break it in. She could still feel him. His chest rubbing against hers. His cock pummeling hard and fast into her. His body and her body tangling together in the sheets in an endless dance of mind-numbing, orgasmic, pleasure.

 

She buried her face in the pillow and tried to think of other things. Cold things. Disgusting things. Toads. Snails. Toe fungus. Warts. Anything that would take her mind off of Ichigo and how well he had fucked her last night.

 

Momo was right, she moaned inwardly, we did have hot, sweaty, scream-like-a-porn-star fun.

 

Rukia pressed her face further into her bed sheets and ordered her mind to shut down. She needed to sleep.

 

Despite her mental command she just stayed awake, thinking of sex, Ichigo, and sex with Ichigo.

 

*~*~*

 

Ichigo could not believe this as happening to him. He truly could not believe it. After years of having sex with women and then leaving them to their business in the morning he was the one who was left alone in the morning.

 

Why did this have to happen to him? Why did it have to happen now of all times? Now when he actually wanted to wake up beside said woman?

 

He grabbed his towel in his hand and began to dry his body off. This was just so wrong. Not only was he angry that he actually wanted to wake up with Rukia beside him but he was also pissed that he well… that he wanted to wake up with Rukia beside him! Downright pissed, that's what he was.

 

He was acting like such a virgin. He really shouldn't care whether or not she stayed. It was her decision. He had just had sex with her. There was nothing more and nothing less to it than that. It wasn't like it hadn't been the best sex of his entire life…

 

Okay, so maybe it had been but that wasn't the point.

 

He didn't know what exactly it had been about Rukia that made him crave her once again. She had just been so unpretentious and so straight forward about it all. Not once had she giggled. She hadn't teased him mercilessly. She hadn't even talked. Tons of other women he had been with made jokes mid-coital, laughed incessantly whenever he accidentally tickled them, and would create cutesy names for his cock—which was not one of his favorite things in the world. He shuddered at the memory of one particular woman and her fetish for his `bitsy-boo.'

 

No, with Rukia the only things he heard were her moans, gasps, and screams. The screams had been the best. The way she had thrust her head into his pillow, clutched her legs around his waist even harder, gripped the back of his head, and shrieked like a banshee into the soft down. Her pussy had spasmed the hardest then. He had nearly passed out at the pleasure.

 

Christ, that was another thing; her pussy was so tight and hot. The moment he slid inside of her for the first time, while fucking her on the kitchen counter, he couldn't believe how constricting it had been—in a good way too. He wondered at first if it had been the angle but when they were together on the bed he saw that he hadn't been mistaken at all.

 

It must be because she's so tiny. He thought, drawing in a deep breath. That must be it.

 

Ichigo shook his head and tried to force images of Rukia's tight center away from his mind. He didn't want to get a boner now. Not without her in the room.

 

What makes you think she'll come back? He thought sourly. What really makes you think that she'd come and have sex with you again?

 

He paused for a moment and walked back into his bedroom. His sheets were still tangled from the night before. He bet that if he smelled his pillow it would still be coated in her scent.

 

Like a film rolling on ahead, the memories of last night flooded back into his mind. Rukia's skin glistening with sweat, her hair matted to her forehead, and her back arching in release of her orgasm. His own slick body, his erect cock, and his mouth as it devoured every part of her he could reach.

 

He shuddered and wondered when he'd be able to have sex with her again.

 

*~*~*

 

Rukia knocked on Momo's door at nine thirty in the morning on Sunday. She was dressed in a pair of running shorts and a baggy top. Her hands were twisting nervously in front of her and she swallowed, hoping that her friend would understand why—why she couldn't…

 

The door opened and she looked up. Her forehead wrinkled into a frown and she felt a small smirk forming on her lips.

 

“Morning Toshiro.” She said in a high, chipper voice. She saw Momo's fiancé wince at the sound. “You and Momo have a late night?”

 

“Shut up,” he grumbled, opening the door and shoving his body further inside the room. “Momo'll be out in a sec.” He grumbled with a huge yawn, his tousled white hair flopping to the sides as he shook his head disgustedly. “I'm going back to bed.”

 

“Sleep tight,” she said, twiddling her fingers at his retreating back. She smirked when she saw him scratch the top of his head and then disappear into the bedroom. Toshiro wasn't exactly the best conversationalist in the world, even when it came to his fiancé's best friend. Hell, if Rukia hadn't Googled him ages ago she really wouldn't know much about him at all. He was quiet, considerate, contemplative, and would always think before he opened his mouth to speak. Basically he was just the opposite of Momo, which kind of made Rukia wonder how the two had gotten together in the first place. Still they loved each other very much and they were getting married.

 

Wow, Rukia thought inwardly, a mental-note-bomb slamming into her face as she lifted her fingers to count. The wedding's only five months away.

 

“Rukia? Is that you?” Her voice floated in from her bedroom.

 

“Yeah,” she shouted, she moved to the island in the kitchen and sniffed some pastry that looked like it had been there for a week. She recoiled at the rancid scent and took a seat at the counter, forcing memories of another particular kitchen—and island—out of her mind. “I'm waiting out here.”

 

“Be out in a minute!” Her sing-songy voice called. Rukia waited patiently while her friend giggled in the bedroom. She must have been playing with Toshiro while he was trying to sleep. Rukia smiled softly at the sound and wondered if Toshiro was so tired because of Momo.

 

She swallowed and immediately tried to push all encroaching thoughts out of her head. Thoughts of sex. Sex… she hissed the word in her head and shuddered softly. It just rolled off the tongue, slipped through her teeth, and vibrated against her lips. She shook convulsively and felt the insides of her legs go damp.

 

Ichigo's tongue worked relentlessly on her nipples and she arched her back into him. Her breath was coming out in high gasps. Both of her hands were on his head, her fingers were tangling in his hair, tugging at the roots while he suckled her.

 

One of his hands slipped down between her legs and slid inside of her. She let out a sharp cry and gripped his head even harder. He slid two more of his fingers into her and began to pump slowly. She clenched her teeth as hard as she could, fighting back a mindless scream as he switched to her other breast. Her legs were numb and her body was on fire. She couldn't even think straight. All she could do was feel.

 

Her orgasm was powerful. It made her entire body shake and made her pussy flow like a fucking river. Sweat beaded down her forehead and her back as she panted. His mouth released her breast and she desperately tugged his head back to hers.

 

His tongue immediately plundered her soft, waiting, mouth. She kissed him back with as much ferocity as she could but she just couldn't seem to muster enough in her tired state. One of her legs rose and she hooked it around his back. She gasped into him when she felt his engorged length press against the inside of her thigh. She moaned into his mouth and reached one of her hands down to grab him. He sucked in a breath as she smoothed her fingers up and down his erection, her fingers tested the tip and found him ready.

 

“Now,” she whispered when he gave her a moment to breathe.

 

He instantly pushed inside of her. Rukia keened and bit her nails into his shoulders. Again and again he pleasured her, bringing down one hand and teasing her clit while his mouth seared against her neck.

 

They erupted into a euphoric wash of bliss. His semen filled her to the brim and continued to slide down her legs. Her pussy contracted yet again and Rukia had to wonder how many orgasms she had had tonight alone.

 

He pulled himself out of her and flopped to the side. His body was wet with sweat. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his breathing was as unsteady as hers.

 

She hadn't been lying still for more than three minutes before his hands were rubbing at her skin again. She turned and smiled against his shoulder.

 

He was insatiable and it was exhilarating.

 

Her body was tingling excitedly and she gingerly shifted her ass onto her seat. Her pussy ground up against the wood and she shuddered inwardly.

 

“Rukia? Rukia? Roo-key-ah? Rukia!”

 

She jerked her head up and swallowed. “Yes?” She squeaked. Her gaze swept the room and fell guiltily onto her friend.

 

The look on Momo's face was a cross between suspicion and skepticism. She had her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed into squints. Her gaze raked down Rukia's relaxed form and then came back up to her face. Rukia prayed that she wasn't blushing even though she knew she probably was.

 

She forced a smile onto her face and found that her lips were quivering just a bit. She turned her head away and hopped off of the stool.

 

“What cha doing here do early?” Momo asked, rolling up and down innocently on the balls of her feet.

 

“I thought,” Rukia muttered, keeping her head turned away, “That we'd go to the gym.”

 

There was a short pause and then Momo took a sly step forward. “But it's Sunday.” She said softly. Her voice carried a tone of purpose that Rukia equally feared and despised. She took another step forward. “We go to the park on Sundays.”

 

“Yeah,” Rukia muttered, feeling her cheeks heating even more. “I know… but I—” She felt the words clog in her throat as she tried to expel them. They stuck persistently inside and she sputtered even more.

 

Beside her, Momo chuckled and took one more step forward until her face was only a foot away from Rukia's.

 

“But…?” She prompted quietly.

 

Rukia opened her mouth but nothing came out. She only turned her head away a bit more and walked towards the door. “Let's just go to the gym.”

 

“I don't know,” Momo crooned after only a moments' silence. She followed Rukia out the door and closing it quietly behind her, “It's pretty nice outside; there's a cool breeze coming in from the north. I think a run in the park would be nice. I mean, it's almost October right? The leaves should be turning soon; I just love those colors, you know… red, yellow, and that beautiful, manly… orange.”

 

“No!” Rukia gasped, swirling around and biting her bottom lip hard.

 

“Aha!” Momo squealed. She swung her entire arm out dramatically and pointed an accusing finger at Rukia, who was left visibly panicked and frantic. Momo narrowed her eyes and curled her lips into a devilish smirk the moment she saw Rukia's reaction. “I knew it! I knew it I knew it I knew it!” She leapt up and down around Rukia and began to dance in little circles. “I knew it!”

 

“Would you stop saying that?” Rukia hissed, swiping at Momo as she danced but continually grabbing nothing but air. Damn woman was fast. Her voice was no higher than a desperate whisper and she got an inkling that Momo noticed. Her best friend was practically glowing in triumph.

 

“You slept with him, didn't you?” She shouted accusingly, even though there was a tint of happiness tinged inside of her tone. “Didn't you? Ha! Don't even bother answering; I can see the scarlet letter well enough from over here.”

 

Rukia clamped her jaw shut and crossed her arms across her chest. She stubbornly turned her head away and glared at the tasteful lamps hanging from the walls.

 

She could see Momo from the corner of her eyes and immediately felt her insides turning into mush. Momo's eyes were wide, her mouth was open, her arms were hanging down by her sides, and her throat was making this strange gargling sound.

 

“You… did…” she whispered, her voice more in awe than anything else. She blinked a few times and shook her head, as if in disbelief, “You… oh my… sex… Ichigo… you…” She turned to Rukia and scoffed, “You finally had sex. Thank you Jesus Christ…” she turned her head to Rukia and raised one eyebrow. “What was it like?”

 

Rukia's head whipped around to her friend and she let out a sound of disbelief. “Did you honestly just ask me that?”

 

Momo just shrugged. “Hon, I got a look at his hands, they were pretty big, which kind of means that… well, his dicks gotta be huge.”

 

“Momo!”

 

She looked at her innocently enough. “What? At least now you can tell me if it's true.” She took one step forward and grinned, “Is it?”

 

The blush on Rukia's face said it all.

 

“How many times?” She demanded.

 

“Wha—”

 

“He looks like he can go more than one round,” Momo interrupted, “So how many?”

 

Rukia's face felt like an inferno. She sucked in a breath and felt her throat stick with unintelligible words. Before she could even think rationally she felt a number bubbling up in her throat. It exploded without any provocation.

 

“Four,” she squeaked.

 

Silence. Wide eyes. Flared nostrils. Open mouth. Quivering jaw.

 

“F…f-four t-times?” She sputtered.

 

“Four times,” Rukia whispered in affirmation, shuddering at the images that flashed through her mind.

 

“His stamina?” Momo whispered.

 

“He could have gone a couple more rounds.” Rukia whispered as she slumped against the far wall. “But my god… if he had…” she swallowed nervously, “I swear to God Momo, it's been nearly two days since and I'm still throbbing down… there.”

 

“How many times did you come?” She asked in awe.

 

Rukia shook her head and pressed a cooling hand to her hot forehead. “I lost count after number five.”

 

“A-After fi-five?”

 

She nodded solemnly. “He's good, Momo. He's so good. Probably the best I've ever had.” She took in a deep breath and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Momo came next to her and took a seat on the floor as well. Rukia stared off into the glowing hall lights. For the first time in a very long time she was the one who got to tell Momo all of the details of her sex life.

 

Not to mention she got to watch the spasms of jealousy that floated across her best friend's face. That was a reward in itself.

 

“The first time he propped me up on the counter and…” her cheeks reddened but she cleared her throat and continued. “He was cooking—vegetables, pasta, and stuff like that. He just stopped doing that, put me on the counter, and put his face between my legs.”

 

“Oh my God.” Momo gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.

 

“Yeah,” Rukia muttered. “Then I called the restaurant, canceled with Aramaki, and we went into the bedroom.”

 

“Where you did it three… more… times.” Momo made sure to enunciate each word of her sentence until it was nearly impossible to understand her.

 

“We did it missionary, doggie, and cowboy.” Rukia whispered. “I just kept on coming and coming and… coming.” The last word was strangled badly.

 

Momo simply looked at her, her mouth open, completely speechless.

 

“It felt so good.” She whispered, bringing her knees up to her chest. “I mean, honestly, I've never had sex like that.”

 

Momo only nodded her head and scooted a bit closer to Rukia. “So what did you two do… you know, in the morning?”

 

Rukia's gaze slid over to hers and she blinked at what she saw. Momo just looked so eager and so ready for any information that Rukia could give. Her charcoal eyes were open wide and she was hungrily absorbing every word that came from Rukia's lips. She just sighed heavily and turned her head away.

 

“Rukia…” Momo whispered after a moment, her voice becoming harder in tone and in wording, “You did have morning-after sex, right?” Her eyes narrowed in expectation, “Didn't you?”

 

Rukia sighed and rested her head against the back of the wall. “I left.”

 

“You left.”

 

“I left.” She confirmed, guilt creeping into her tone.

 

“You left?”

 

“That's what I said,” Rukia snapped, closing her eyes tightly.

 

Her friend moaned and placed her head on the wall as well. “Rukia…” she sighed, “Why? Why in the world would you do that?”

 

“Can you imagine,” Rukia began, choosing her words with care and she tightened her tone for what she was about to say, “How complicated our lives are going to get, Momo? I just slept with my coworker, that's a huge no-no when it comes to basic business practices. Now I'm going to have to see him everyday knowing that he's seen me naked, knowing that he's had his face where it shouldn't have been, and knowing that he's made me come more times than any other man… ever.”

 

“Rukia,” Momo said in a tone just as severe, “It'll be awkward, sure, but don't forget that you made it all the more awkward.” She nudged Rukia in the side and quirked her mouth upwards a bit, “You left, Rukia, you left right after sex. A woman only does that when she feels bad about actually having sex—”

 

“Which I do!”

 

“But you don't because you `really' liked it, remember Rukia?” She nudged her friend's shoulder again and sighed. “You should have stayed.”

 

Rukia clenched her jaw. “I didn't want to.”

 

“You panicked,” Momo shrugged, “I guess it's normal. I mean, you haven't had sex in a long time, maybe it was just a weird reflex.”

 

“It wasn't a reflex.” Rukia muttered sourly. “I just couldn't take it.”

 

“You're going to have to take it sooner or later,” Momo reminded her, “You're going to see him tomorrow at work.”

 

“Not if I call in sick.”

 

The pointed stare sent her way made Rukia feel like a three year old. She huddled even further against the wall and sighed heavily. “What do I say when I see him?” She whispered.

 

Momo shrugged, “How should I know?”

 

“You've done this more times than I have,” Rukia bit back scathingly.

 

Silence hung in the air between them and after a moment Rukia realized what she had just said. Immediately, she wished she could chop off her own tongue. She turned to Momo and instantly put her hand on top of her friend's knee. “Oh Momo,” she whispered, leaning in just a bit and taking in a shuddering breath. “I'm so sorry… I didn't—I didn't mean it that… way.”

 

Momo was stiff beside her. Her head was inclined to the ground and her jaw was clenched shut.

 

Rukia squeezed her friend's knee and shook it, striving to get her to look at her. Rukia felt like shoving her head onto a hot stove. She couldn't believe she just said that. That of all things! How callously stupid she had been. She was so wrapped up in her own awkward misery that she didn't even bother to rein in her own tongue when it came to her best friend.

 

She knew of Momo's roller-coaster ride of a love life. She hadn't really been very lucky with men until she met Toshiro. She had gone out with scum-bags, control freaks, jerks, abusers, and even a couple drug addicts before she had finally called it quits. Momo had had more experience with bad boyfriends and one night stands than anyone else Rukia knew. She had only really pulled herself out of her slump when she met her fiancé.

 

Toshiro was the first nice guy that Momo had dated in a very long time. She hadn't even really wanted to go out with him at first either. She had been so panicked that maybe he'd be like the others. That maybe he wouldn't want her after seeing how she had been so damaged by everyone else. It was only through dogged determination that Toshiro finally got her to agree to a date.

 

Momo had been so lucky to find Toshiro. He was like finding an oasis in a desert.

 

Rukia bit her lip and shook her friend's knee once again. Just because Momo was in a stable relationship now didn't mean that Rukia had to taunt her about her less-than-wonderful past. She shouldn't have brought it up. It was just downright cruel.

 

“I'm sorry Momo, I really didn't mean to say that.” She whispered apologetically.

 

“Yeah you did,” Momo muttered before she turned and gave a limp smile to Rukia. “But it's okay. The past is the past; I'm with Toshiro now, it's all behind me.”

 

“I didn't mean—”

 

“Yeah you did,” she muttered. She smiled weakly at Rukia and then hopped nimbly to her feet. “But it's alright, really.”

 

Rukia looked up at her and frowned guiltily. She felt like complete crap. Momo giggled lamely and held out her hand. “Come on Rukia, let's go to the gym. Just forget about it. You're allowed a freebie every now and then.”

 

“I really am sorry.” Rukia muttered, grasping her friend's hand and pulling herself up.

 

“Don't worry about it,” Momo laughed again; her mood was quickly returning to the way it normally was. “I told you, no harm no foul. Let's go grab up some treadmills.”

 

“Are you sure?” Rukia murmured, still skeptical about her overly-rude comment.

 

“Positive,” she giggled, hopping from one foot to the other, “We need to stop talking about me and start talking about how you're going to face Mr. Kurosaki tomorrow.” She sang his voice in a high falsetto that made Rukia cringe.

 

Rukia shook off the feelings of horrid guilt and began walking down the hallway with Momo. Her mind reverted to what she had said and she shuddered.

 

Tomorrow.

 

It just sounded so ominous.

 

 

 

 

(A/N: *Shields self from angry daggers and begins to sob*

 

I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED!!! I know everyone is used to getting a chapter a week but lately I've barely had any time to breathe, let alone update. I haven't even written anything for more than a month! Urg. Thank god for cushion chapters!

 

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