Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Odalisque ❯ Chapter 26 ( Chapter 26 )

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Odalisque

 

Chapter 26

 

“I like your family,” Rukia said casually as Ichigo plopped down beside her. She was sprawled out on the bed in a sensual fashion. Her elbows were beneath her and they were being used to prop her head up while her knees were slid slightly apart on the sheets. She had only a sheer, silk, cloth covering her luscious body from his view.

 

“Really?” He grunted as he set the tub of strawberry ice cream in between them and handing her a spoon.

 

She took it readily and waited for him to pry off the lid. “Yeah. I mean, they're just so… alive.” She dug her spoon into the ice cream and made a show of swirling it around on her tongue before swallowing.

 

Ichigo settled into the bed even more and propped himself up against his headboard. He also put his spoon inside of the ice cream and began to eat.

 

“Of course they're alive,” he told her ruefully, “None of them are buried six feet under.”

 

“You know what I mean,” she said, gentle reproach coloring her tone. She sighed and moved so that she was sitting against the headboard as well. Ichigo's eyes followed her as she went. She kept the sheet neatly folded near her breasts and he had to glower at that. Damn bitch was purposefully being a tease. Her shoulder touched Ichigo's as she casually tucked a piece of her fly-away sex hair behind her ear. “They're not stoic. They have personalities. They make jokes, they laugh, they cry, yadda, yadda, yadda.” She took another bite of ice cream and shook her head. “Not at all like my family.”

 

Ichigo swallowed his cold treat and frowned. He was trying very hard to focus on this conversation and not the fact that Rukia was two inches away from him, naked except for a sheet. He took another bite of ice cream, hoping that the cold sensations would send a message down to his growing cock. “I thought you only had Byakuya.” He managed to get out after swallowing again.

 

She shook her head and leaned into him a bit more, “Nah, he's just my immediate family.” She shook more hair out of her face and moved until the entire upper half of her body was lying against Ichigo's chest. Inside, he was jumping with joy. With a small smirk, he casually put his arm around her, his fingers dangerously close to her sheet-covered breasts.

 

Just a little bit further… he thought patiently.

 

“If you count the rest of the Kuchiki Clan,” she continued, unabashedly stroking her leg along the length of his. It seemed as though their thoughts were telepathically connected. “Then you've got at least one hundred individuals who were all taught to be anal retentive from the moment of conception.”

 

“Gee I wonder how you were skipped,” he muttered sarcastically.

 

She dug her heel into his shin and he yelped in pain. He shot her an evil glare but she seemed too nonchalantly focused on her ice cream to even bother looking back. “I was adopted, remember? I'm not of true Kuchiki blood.”

 

“And blood is the only thing that matters, right?” He snorted, inching his hand down even more.

 

“Pretty much,” she sighed and leaned in closer to his chest. “They all look at me like I'm beneath them.” She continued, her voice dropping a few octaves while one of her hands came to rest on Ichigo's stomach. His skin burned pleasantly where she touched him and his erection began to make more of a reappearance. He knew she could see it pressing against the sheet. He stared at her hungrily while she pointedly took up another scoop of ice cream. “It's like… I'm not truly one of them, even though my brother is the head of the family, I hold the highest education of nearly all of my cousins,” she used air quote to refer to her cousins, “And I've never once embarrassed any of them publically.”

 

“Sounds like you're good as gold.” Ichigo pressed, eager to have this conversation over with. He was already staring at her mouth. A drop of melting strawberry ice cream was on the edges and he just wanted to lick it off.

 

“But I'm still not Kuchiki blood.” She employed the air quotes once again and scoffed, completely oblivious to the animalistic stare Ichigo was giving her. “I'm glad I wasn't born like one of those blue bloods. At least I still have a sense of self.”

 

Ichigo snorted and sent his hand in between them. He tugged the tub of ice cream up and set it aside. “If that's what you want to call it.”

 

She shoved her heel into his shin again and he cringed. “Would you stop doing that?” He hissed at her, the pain was distracting him from getting a full-on boner. If she wanted to come like she had been coming all night then she had better stop abusing him.

 

“Then you need to stop insulting me.” She snapped back, shifting her body to the side.

 

Ichigo just turned his head to the side and scoffed. “Whatever… midget.”

 

Rukia sent him a glare and sighed fitfully. With a small growl of annoyance, Rukia peeled Ichigo's arm away from her and let the sheet fall from her body. As though his ears were tuned for it, Ichigo heard the sheet hit the mattress and immediately looked over to Rukia, hunger evident in his face.

 

She raised an eyebrow as she moved to hover over him. His hands immediately came to her hips when she rose and straddled him. Her ass was now resting on the tops of his thighs and the sheet—which she had pushed away not a moment ago—was no longer there to hide his evident erection from her eyes.

 

Her fingers were on his shoulders. Her thumbs were rubbing into his skin gently. A grin formed on her lips and she raised an eyebrow, “Had other things on your mind, Kurosaki?”

 

“You could say that,” he growled in a husky tone. His own thumbs were rubbing against her skin and his hands were inching backwards to grip the fleshy cheeks of her ass. He tugged her forward softly and groaned when he felt her wet heat pressing against the sides of his throbbing cock.

 

Rukia's face was only inches away from his. His breathing was becoming harder and hers was feathering over his face. She leaned forward softly and pressed her cheek against his. “You certainly don't waste any time.” She whispered into his ear. Her hands slid down his arms and gripped his biceps, her fingers testing them and holding them just to feel their firmness.

 

“Not when I know what I want,” Ichigo growled into her ear. He tugged her forward even more until her pussy was rubbing against him. The dripping wetness was driving him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her to the hilt and go completely numb with the type of mind blowing pleasure only she could induce.

 

Rukia turned her head gently and pressed her lips to his. A groan ripped from her throat when his mouth opened under hers immediately. In an instant her hands were around his neck and her lips were parted over his.

 

Ichigo thought he might die. The lingering sensations of ice cream were present on her tongue, making it cold and slick against his own. He tilted his head to the side and raised one of his hands to grab the back of her head. Her flyaway locks were tangled in his fingers as he pushed her head towards his. She moaned and Ichigo could feel her growing even wetter against him.

 

She tasted like strawberries, Ichigo realized after a moment of furious battle. The flavor of the ice cream was powerful on her tongue and as they kissed it was the most potent of all tastes.

 

She tastes like strawberries and champagne and sex, Ichigo decided as he felt her grinding her body into his. Her pussy was above his cock, teasing him. He knew that all he had to do was push her back a bit and then he would be able to slide into her stubbornly tight center, but he just couldn't stop kissing her.

 

He tilted his head to the side and opened his mouth even more. There wasn't a single part of Rukia that was safe from his oral assault. He shuddered against her as she fought back with just as much enthusiasm. Her lips were playing tortuous tunes on his mouth, her hips were grinding mercilessly into his erection, and her fingers had left their haven in his hair and were now sliding down his chest.

 

He growled into her when he felt her fingers trace the lines of his pectorals. Her touch was light but insistent as she swirled her nails around his nipples. Her jerked into her when he felt her pinch them slightly. He found her smiling into the kiss only a moment later. Ichigo groaned again as she slid those wicked digits down his abdomen. Her nails scraped across the ridges that were made by his muscle and pink lines formed where ever she went.

 

Her hands disappeared for a minute but her mouth remained constant. Ichigo hungrily feasted on her lips while enjoying the pleasant taste of strawberries and sex on her tongue.

 

That was before something cold hit his chest.

 

“Shit!” He gasped, ripping his mouth away from hers in a single movement. His amber eyes connected with her liquid sapphire ones and his they widened. Desire was shining in her glimmering orbs but she was biting the lips on her panting mouth in order to keep her breathing under control. Ichigo's eyes slid down to her chest and he stared when he saw the rapid thumping of her heart against her breast.

 

It was only then that he noticed something was sliding down his chest. Tearing his eyes away from the seductress before him, Ichigo looked down. Not just something… strawberry ice cream was sliding down his chest. He frowned softly when he saw the three distinct lumps of melting ice cream slowly begin to slide over to his pectorals and down to his abdomen.

 

“Rukia,” he said, his own voice breathless. He slowly looked up at her and frowned. “What the hell—”

 

He didn't get to finish; in the next second Rukia's mouth was on him. Her face was pressed against his chest and her body was curved sensually against his. Her tiny pink tongue was dancing against his skin as she lapped up every bit of strawberry ice cream that was left to offer.

 

Ichigo couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, hell, he couldn't even see. He was just staring blankly out into space while Rukia Kuchiki licked ice cream off of his body. His skin was on fire where ever she touched. His mind was numb as he felt her fingers joining in the exploration. She massaged his sides while she continued to pleasure him with her tongue. The delicately rough pad of her tongue slid against his smooth skin, over the bumps and lines of old and new scars, over the erratic beating of his heart, and over the dips and grooves of his sternum.

 

She moved up to his neck and nibbled at his pulse, which he knew, must have been beating embarrassingly fast. He shuddered when she moved up to play with his earlobe and the sides of his jaw. Her lips were gently tugging at his skin while her hands were still sliding over every inch of his body.

 

Finally, her lips reached his and she kissed him hard. His stunned mind—barely comprehending what had just happened—only knew enough to kiss her back. Their tongues did furious battle and she moaned when his hands moved away from their position on her bruised hips and went up to grip her hair. One arm locked around her waist and pressed her chest against his. Her throbbing heartbeat matched his and he growled into her mouth.

 

Now he could taste strawberry ice cream, champagne, sex, and him on her tongue. He could taste the essence of his own skin inside of her mouth.

 

That thought alone made him harder than he had ever been in his life.

 

Without saying a single word Ichigo surged forward and rolled Rukia Kuchiki onto her back. A surprised squeak came from her mouth and she gasped when Ichigo hovered above her. His eyes were intensely hard on hers and he saw the shiver that it sent down her body. His jaw clenched and he slowly allowed a grin to appear on his face.

 

Rukia stared at him, her eyebrows furrowed softly, “Ichig—”

 

Whatever she had been about to say was abruptly cut off. She gasped hard and arched her back against his. He snickered lightly when he saw how wide her eyes became. He saw the perfect circular shape her mouth formed as she bent her head back in a silent gasp.

 

Ichigo, grinning ridiculously, turned his head down to her body and began to work. Her skin—her perfectly fragrant, milky white, gorgeous skin—was now covered in dripping strawberry ice cream. Her breasts—already treats in their own right—were now topped with the dripping pink cream. He hungrily swirled his tongue around her nipples, tasting her own unique flavor while the ice cream enhanced it almost to an unbearable level. Her hands moved up into his hair and gripped hard while breathy moans came from her throat.

 

Ichigo grinned and opened his mouth as wide as he could. His tongue ran over her entire chest, taking in lumps of ice cream as well as tiny trails that dripped down the sides of her body. She crooned and keened under him as he worked. He smoothed his way between her breasts—once he had left the offending mounds thoroughly suckled and abused—and came to the delicate dip of her hard stomach. He lapped up any juices that had taken refuge in her belly button and proceeded to smother her sides with wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses, just to catch any trails he might have missed.

 

She groaned his name and he smiled wickedly. One of his hands left her body and he felt along the sides of the bed. His searching fingers finally located the tub of ice cream and he tugged it towards them once again. Ichigo moved his head up her body and began to kiss her entire form. Nothing was left unexposed as he let his tongue explore her delicious curves.

 

He could hear her panting harder than ever as he swirled around her nipples with his tongue. The taunt peaks left nothing to the imagination as he sucked and lathed. Rukia's fingers in his hair were pulling tighter and tighter the longer he took. He grinned against her and finally readied himself for what he wanted to do.

 

Ichigo brought two of his fingers from where they had been resting inside of the ice cream and slowly slid them inside of her.

 

Rukia's entire body jerked off of the bed into an arch that would have impressed a yoga instructor. Her eyes shot open and her mouth divided to produce a wide, soul-stealing, gasp.

 

“Shit! Ichigo!” She shrieked.

 

He was above her, his lips were pushing against hers, and his tongue was invading her mouth. Her eyes were still open wide as he slowly drove his cold fingers in and out of her tight channel. Her body was writhing and rocking underneath of his and her mouth tried as best as it could to respond to the growing urgency in him. Ichigo drove his fingers in and out of her body while his frozen thumb teased and flicked at her clit. Sweat rolled off of her body as he felt the pressure becoming far too much for her to handle.

 

After a few more minutes of torture Rukia ripped her mouth away from Ichigo's and screamed as an orgasm blasted through her entire body. Ichigo lifted himself above her so he could watch as her entire form convulsed around his fingers. Her pink-tinted skin puckered under him, her raven hair stuck to her forehead, and her eyes shut into tight, crinkling lines.

 

Ichigo pulled his constricted fingers out of her and waited until her breathing came back to normal. Her chest was heaving up and down with the force of her orgasm. Ichigo watched in hungry fascination as her breasts moved along with the irregularity of her breathing and her beating heart. Her mulberry peaks seemed to be tormenting him with their obvious sweetness.

 

His eyes finally roved back up to her face. She was staring at him through half-lidded, lust-filled, shining eyes. Her mouth was open and her swollen lips trembled as she attempted to breathe normally.

 

Ichigo just grinned at her and held his strawberry and juice covered fingers over her, as if to display them like a trophy.

 

Rukia simply stared at him. She took a few more breaths before swallowing and saying hoarsely, “You had better not put those back in the ice cream.”

 

Ichigo didn't answer. Instead, he simply smirked and brought his fingers to his mouth. He heard her breath catch as she watched him slowly lick off every bit of juice from his coated fingers. Ichigo's tongue swirled around the base, the shaft, and the tips of his fingers. He closed his eyes while enjoying the scintillating taste of Rukia and strawberries.

 

When he was finished he looked back down at her and grinned at her disbelieving expression, “Delicious,” he whispered.

 

That was the only word he said before thrusting into her completely.

 

Rukia didn't even have time to try and stop the scream that came from her mouth. Her arms immediately came around his shoulders and her legs hooked around his back. She cursed liberally as he withdrew and thrust back inside with the strength of a wild animal.

 

Sweat beaded on Ichigo's forehead as he pushed himself further and further inside of her. He could feel the tip of his cock hitting her cervix walls and inwardly congratulated himself. Rukia was alternately panting and screaming against him as he pummeled her tight center. Wildly, he brought his face down to hers and captured her lips in a kiss. He could still taste her juices on his own tongue so he knew that she could taste them as well. Her body clenched around him as he pushed his mouth against hers. Her tight walls were gripping him, massaging him; her wetness was making it nearly impossible to keep going.

 

Rukia shrieked into him and came again, this time around his cock. Ichigo, feeling her inner walls collapsing, was no longer able to contain the pressure that was building inside of him. With a roar of satisfaction, he emptied himself into her.

 

He stayed above her for a few more minutes. Thrusting erratically until he was damn positive that Rukia had sucked all of the energy out of his body. With a groan, he pulled himself out of her, rolled over, and flopped to the side.

 

Rukia was lying on her back, completely focused on getting her lungs to work properly. Ichigo crawled over to her and placed his face in the crook of her shoulder and neck. He pressed a delicate kiss into her collarbone and tried not to pass out like some weak first-timer.

 

It took him nearly ten minutes to finally get his heart rate back under control. He blearily looked over at Rukia and saw that she had turned her face towards him. He blinked and raised one eyebrow.

 

She looked at him, leaned forward, and whispered into his ear, “We are so trying chocolate syrup next time.”

 

*~*~*

 

Rukia hummed softly while she put her food tray next to Momo's. The young woman already sitting at the table chewed softly on her lettuce leaf before raising an eyebrow and putting her fork down.

 

A small grin played on Rukia's face as she leaned slightly into her chair and began to swirl her finger into her pudding. A dreamy, far-off, look covered most of Rukia's face and every now and then a small giggle would escape her mouth. She sighed contentedly and plopped her pudding-covered finger into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it for a moment, licking up every piece of chocolate before she sighed again and absentmindedly picked at her food.

 

Momo, of course, watched all of this in growing horror.

 

“Who are you and what have you done with Rukia Kuchiki?” She gasped, her body stiff in her chair and her fingers digging into the table.

 

Rukia let her hazy eyes wander over to Momo's face. “Hm?” She giggled, “Did you say something?”

 

The sharp gasp could be heard throughout the entire cafeteria. Momo's face was nearly entirely white, her eyes were wide, and her mouth was open in horror.

 

Rukia just grinned, her eyes darted back and forth around the cafeteria before she slowly brought out one pointer finger and motioned for Momo to come closer. The woman leaned forward instantly and stared at her hungrily. Rukia hunched over the table until her nose was only a few inches away from Momo's. She grinned wickedly and sniggered, “Strawberry ice cream.”

 

Momo's mouth dropped open and several choking noises echoed from her throat. “As in,” she whispered hoarsely, “You ate it in bed?”

 

Rukia's smiling lips were pursed together and she smothered a silent laugh. “More like…” she paused for a moment and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face, it was down today, free of its usual constricting ponytail. “We ate the ice cream… then I ate the ice cream off of his body and he ate the ice cream off of my body, then he put the ice cream inside my body and proceeded to lick it off of his fingers… after I came.”

 

There was silence between the two. Rukia stared out into space and Momo tried to keep her face from blossoming into a full-on blush.

 

“Oh sweet Jesus I think I've just come.” Momo rasped after another moment of quiet.

 

“It was,” Rukia continued, choosing to ignore Momo's comment, “The single most erotic experience of my life.” She flashed Momo a quick grin and then groaned softly, “He said he wanted to try whip cream next time. Whip cream Momo! And of course I want to know what he tastes like with chocolate syrup so—” She broke off and just sighed. Her elbow came to rest on the table and she placed her head in the palm of her hand. “So… sexy…”

 

“Oh. My. God.”

 

“I know,” Rukia sighed, completely lost in her own fantasy world, “I know…”

 

Momo just stared at her in complete disbelief.

 

*~*~*

 

Momo walked down the hallway in a daze.

 

Nearly a week had passed since Rukia had told Momo of the strawberry ice cream flavored sex. Nearly a week and she still couldn't believe it. She just couldn't seem to get over the fact that Rukia—Rukia Kuchiki, one of the worst prudes she had ever met—had actually had sex with a man and really allowed him to put strawberry ice cream into her you-know-what.

 

Rukia Kuchiki.

 

The woman who, when Momo suggested they go vacationing in Spain during one of their spring breaks in college, would not go because she didn't want to happen across a nude beach. Even though Momo had told her that she only wanted to stay in the mainland. The woman who, even after years of gym class in high school with the same people, still refused to undress unless she was inside of a bathroom stall.

 

That Rukia Kuchiki.

 

What was even worse was the fact that now Momo was even slightly jealous of the over-active sex life Rukia was currently enjoying.

 

Not that she didn't have copious amounts of sex with Toshiro all the time—and it was always good—she just didn't have sex the way Rukia had sex. When she and Toshiro had sex they more or less made love. It could start out wild but it always ended in a tame, loving, beautiful, and satisfying way. Toshiro always made sure that she came before himself so that she could have a longer and better experience. He always made sure to caress her and to love her and to whisper things in her ear. All in all, it was gorgeous, heartfelt, wonderful sex.

 

But Rukia's definition of sex…

 

Momo bit her bottom lip as she thought about a conversation she had entertained with Rukia a while back. Rukia had come to lunch with a small scratch on her bottom lip. Momo, being who she was, demanded to know where it had come from. Rukia's knowing smile had said it all but she proceeded to tell her best friend anyway.

“He was so wild last night,” she whispered, her voice no louder than the buzzing of a fly's wing. “The minute I came inside the door he was on me. He ripped off my clothes, hurled on the couch, and fucked me senseless.”

 

Momo's mouth quivered as she tried to contain the growing width of her eye sockets.

 

“Then he threw me against the wall,” Rukia continued, staring off into space and completely ignoring her friend's bewildered stare, “He pinned my arms over my head and… and… Christ Momo, he fucked me even harder.”

 

Momo's skin tingled at the description but she kept that bit of knowledge to herself.

 

“And finally,” Rukia said, exhaling a breath and finally willing a small blush to come onto her cheeks, “We got into the bedroom. That was when he bit me.”

 

Momo shuddered at the recollection. What Rukia and Ichigo had was something… wild. It was animalistic. It was raw. Hell, she wondered if it could even be considered human. It was just so… primal. Their sex was all about finding a need and fulfilling it at whatever extent necessary.

 

Momo groaned and pressed a hand to her forehead. She wondered if, sometime in the future, she and Toshiro would have nights like that. Nights when it was just so wild between the two of them that she'd be the one to end up with a limp the next day.

 

She doubted it… but it could happen.

 

She moved down the hallway a bit and began walking towards the exit. Her weary steps plugged on and she smiled when she thought of what she would do when she got home. Maybe a bubble bath, a bit of scented lotion, and of course she'd consume those test cakes that the baker had sent over for her to try. Momo smiled on the inside. Her wedding was only four months away. Four puny little months. Once again she held up her left hand and stared at her ring. It was becoming a habit of hers nowadays.

 

It was just so shiny.

 

“Miss Hinamori!”

 

Momo blinked at the sound of her name—for a minute it sounded odd, for the past few months she had been practicing saying `Momo Hitsugaya'—and slowly turned around. Her eyebrows went up towards her hairline and her jaw went a bit slack when she saw Rukia's boss hurrying towards her.

 

“Mr. Aizen,” she breathed, the feeling of heat flushing up her neck once again.

 

Oh no… she groaned inside, why did he have to come over here? He's the president of a multibillion dollar company! Surely he has better things to do!

 

He kept on coming closer and Momo fought the urge to shake her head. Apparently, this man never had anything to do. Why else would he come and talk to her… again?

 

The blush continued on her face and she prayed to any god that it would go away. Hurriedly, she began to think of better things; of bubble baths, rings, cake, and her fiancé. She tried to ignore the fact that Rukia's boss was now only a few feet away from her.

 

“Miss Hinamori,” he said, coming up to her completely. Momo's eyes slid over to his and then jerked away. He was panting lightly from the semi-jog that he had taken in order to get over to her. It only made his already charming face even handsomer. He stopped only a foot away from her and Momo took it upon herself to step back—just a little. His hands fiddled at his sides as he grinned and said, “It's so nice to see you again.”

 

Momo breathing came a bit quicker as she gritted her teeth and smiled up at her best friend's boss.

 

Oh damn was he handsome… kind of in that older guy, established, refined-yet-boyish kind of way. His light brown hair—speckled with bits of gray—fluffed around his face while his bright eyes glimmered in the lights from above. His thick black glasses gave his face a nerdy feel while his apple cheeks defined his playful spirit. Momo couldn't help but stare at the man a few seconds longer than she should have.

 

Well, she reasoned desperately, fighting a battle with her own conscious, who wouldn't? The man is rather attractive… and just because I say that doesn't mean anything! I'm just stating a damn fact!

 

Although, if she were forced to be completely and utterly honest, she knew that right now she was lying to herself.

 

Her eyes stayed pinned on Mr. Aizen's face as she thought back to the day she had eaten lunch with him.

 

“Miss Hinamori!”

 

Momo looked up from the sea of dining people and immediately spotted Sosuke Aizen. He was sitting at a charming table covered in a delicate white cloth near the center of the very bourgeoisie restaurant. As always he looked fantastic. His hair had a slightly rumpled look and his face was ready with a smile. His suit looked expensive and pressed and his glasses were playfully slipping down his nose. Momo felt her traitorous heart speed up just a bit and she immediately placed a mental picture of Toshiro inside of her brain. She raised her hand as well to signal that she had seen him and immediately began walking. Her heels meshed into the soft carpet as she strode confidently.

 

“Mr. Aizen,” she said, a smile was on her face and her hand was reaching up to her shoulder to pull her purse away. “It's wonderful to see you again.”

 

“Please,” he said and Momo stopped moving. She looked up and saw his eyes boring intense holes into hers. Her hand froze on her shoulder. “Today, call me Sosuke. It's refreshing to hear my first name every now and again.” Once again his eyes had that twinkling effect, “Being called Mr. Aizen by everyone who's anyone gets a bit tiring after a while.”

 

Momo had to fight for a minute to dislodge her voice from her throat. When she did she ducked her head down just a bit in order to hide her flaming cheeks and hurriedly sat down in her chair. “Alright then… Sosuke…” she paused for a moment before her head shot up and she frowned at him. “But if I have to go through with calling you Sosuke then you have to call me Momo.” She raised an eyebrow and—for some reason she still couldn't figure out—brought her hand out from where it sat on her lap and held it across the table. A peace offering for him.

 

A politely bewildered expression crossed Sosuke's face before he looked up at her, looked down at her hand, and then looked back up. A grin broke out across his face and a light chuckle escaped his throat. With sure movements he pulled his own hand out from under the table and grasped Momo's fingers. She had to fight through another sputtering heartbeat when she felt his warm fingers wrapping around hers.

 

“It's a deal then.”

 

“Excellent.” Momo said, her voice just slightly breathless.

 

“So,” Sosuke sat back in his seat and picked up his menu even though his eyes were still staring into hers. “Order anything you like. I hear the fish at this restaurant is wonderful.”

 

“If you say so,” Momo said, hardly daring to blink lest she break the spell this man seemed to have over her.

 

Sosuke looked away first. When he did Momo was still left staring at him. His gray flecked hair, his blushing face, his thick glasses, and his sparkling eyes.

 

Oh Jesus Christ what the fuck am I doing? She moaned inwardly as she resisted the urge to put a hand on her forehead to check and see if she had a fever.

 

Minutes ticked by and Momo fastidiously buried herself with her menu as she attempted to think of something—anything—other than the man sitting across from her. She also wanted to try and figure out why in the world she would be acting like such a whimsical schoolgirl around this man when she was getting married in less than four months!

 

As of yet she still couldn't find an answer.

 

“I'll have the mahi mahi,” Sosuke said to the pretty waitress when she came by for their order. He looked over at her and smiled charmingly, “And yourself, Momo?”

 

“I'll have the same,” she choked out. For some reason, the way he said her name made her heart speed up just a bit more.

 

The waitress took their menus away and Sosuke gently placed his elbows on the table, folding his hands so they would lace near his chin, and after a moment he placed his strong chin on top of his fingers. Momo felt her insides tighten with both a strange sensation of yearning and fear.

 

The fear came into play because of the yearning.

 

They chatted while they waited for their food to arrive. The weather, the restaurant, and recent events in the news; not once did he mention the fact that she had a fiancé.

 

But to be fair, neither did Momo.

 

All throughout their conversation Sosuke was eagerly seated. He leaned forward slightly and watched her intensely as she spoke. It was if he didn't want to miss a single word she was saying.

 

After nearly forty five minutes of sparkling conversation, laughter, intelligent quotes, and delicious food, Momo suddenly remembered the reason she had agreed to the meeting in the first place.

 

“Oh!” She squeaked, dabbing her napkin lightly to her lips as was proper, “I forgot, you wanted to talk about recruiting a new secretary, didn't you Sosuke?” She was surprised at how fluently his name came off of her tongue. It seemed as though it was just supposed to be… there.

 

Sosuke blinked to a start and jerked back in his chair a bit. His expression was one of shock and disbelief. “I did… didn't I?” He looked up at his watch and let his strong jaw drop a bit. “Oh my goodness, I didn't realize…” his chocolate eyes looked up at Momo through his lashes and she felt her stomach tie itself in knots.

 

There was a soft silence between the two of them. Momo was simply staring into the vast expanse of Sosuke's eyes. His irises were blacker than black and there were small rings of amber around the dark dots. The twisting in her stomach became tighter when she saw the corners of his mouth lift up into a small smile.

 

“You… you… wouldn't happen to be available… would you?”

 

One thousand thoughts were running through Momo's mind all at once. She didn't even think she was breathing properly.

 

What would Rukia think of this? Why was she actually considering this? What would Toshiro think if she took this? Was it a promotion? Would she be paid more? Would this feeling she got whenever Sosuke looked at her expand into something more? Would some sort of elicit relationship happen? What about her wedding? Would she start to doubt her feelings if she actually said yes? What if… what if…

 

“I… I…”she mumbled, her face becoming redder and redder the longer she hesitated. Sosuke was staring at her as though she was the only thing in the world to stare at.

 

Momo's heart was racing faster than it had ever beaten in her life. She swallowed hard and fisted her hands in her lap.

 

“I'll have to… to che-check with R-Rukia.” She gasped out, she averted her eyes from Sosuke and stared down at the remnants of her lunch.

 

Even though she wasn't looking at him she could hear the audible sigh that practically permeated the entire restaurant.

 

Momo didn't dare look up. She knew her face was as red as a fire engine.

 

“I see… you still technically work for Miss Kuchiki.”

 

“I do.” Momo mumbled, her voice low and, surprisingly enough, thick with emotion. “And I just assumed that I'd keep working for her.”

 

There was a pause between them during which time Momo's face became even redder and her stomach twisted even harder.

 

Then Sosuke raised his head and placed his hands on the table. Both of them were clenched into fists. “But if… no.”

 

Momo's head shot up and she, unwittingly, placed her own hands onto the table. She could feel the proximity of his fingers but didn't bother to take them away. His flesh seemed to be radiating heat as she stayed near him.

 

She swallowed hard and looked at him intently. “But… what?”

 

His eyes were downcast and his cheeks were tinged red. She couldn't believe how cute he looked against the charming backdrop of a beautifully quaint restaurant. His eyes flicked up and then nervously back to the table. Momo's heart twanged as she stared on. He looked like a frightened child.

 

“But if… Rukia gets a top… and I mean top position… where she wouldn't need just one secretary… would you consider being… mine?”

 

Momo's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't seem to breathe. Her eyes were wide in her head. Her mouth was open slightly. Air was attempting to traverse the closed path of her throat.

 

“Yes.”

 

The breathless reply was out of her mouth before she could even think twice about it.

 

Afterwards, when she was in bed at night, sleeping beside her fiancé, she just couldn't get the image of a smiling Sosuke Aizen out of her head.

 

Momo was jerked harshly back to the present with a warm, soft, hand on her shoulder. It nudged her gently back and forth before she finally glanced up. Her face immediately colored and she tried to thrust it away. But once her eyes were caught in that chocolate-amber gaze she was lost.

 

Fucking lost.

 

“I—I—” she stuttered, her hands clutched her purse to the top of her stomach and her knees started to quake. She swallowed hard and tried to keep her heart from imploding. “Mr. Aizen!” She ended up squeaking, keeping her eyes zeroed in on her nose, “H-How nice to see you… a-again!”

 

She dared to look up into his eyes and found evident disappointment in his beautiful irises. She shook lightly and she knew that he could feel it through the clothing on her shoulder. She could tell that the aversion she had to his first name was now… was it… hurting him? Her breath caught in her throat as she continued to stare.

 

He released her shoulder after allowing his thumb to gently slide over the material of her jacket. He took a step back and let his head droop slightly.

 

“Miss Hinamori,” he said; his voice was so quiet, she wondered if what she had said affected him so much. “I was wondering…” he raised his head and looked directly into her eyes; Momo could feel herself melting from the inside. “If you would accompany me for a cup of coffee?” He finished his sentence in a whisper.

 

If Momo had been a weaker person she would have swooned.

 

She nodded her head and swallowed hard. “Yes,” she answered just as breathlessly. “Sure… if you want me to.”

 

“I do,” he answered as quickly as was possible, his stare became even brighter, it seemed as though he was looking into her very soul. “Want you…”

 

The tightening in her stomach came to the point of complete and painful constriction. Momo's throat ceased to be able to work properly but at this moment she didn't even care. She just stared up at him and nodded mutely. Mr. Aizen—no, she told herself sharply, for now his name is Sosuke. For now… you can call him Sosuke.

 

She drew in a large breath through her nose. She could smell his manly aftershave along with that crisp, boyish, playful scent… it was wonderful.

 

They exited the large building together.

 

Momo felt her arm brush against Sosuke's. She looked up at him in blushing adoration and then turned her head away when he glanced down at her as well. Neither one of them moved any further apart from each other. In the back of her mind she saw a faint glimmer of Toshiro's face.

 

She pushed it away and continued walking.

 

 

 

 

(A/N: Well now, things seem to be heating up around here! Giggle! I thought I'd give you something to chew on today (other than a Thanksgiving turkey) so here you go!

 

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I feel I must once again put this up here, as some readers might not get getting the point: If you don't like my story then it wasn't written for you.)