Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fate ❯ memories: 'no specifics' ( Chapter 4 )

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[A/N] So sorry for the late update! Things have been getting hectic and all.

 

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Chapter 4

 

 

She snuggled deeper into the warmth. It feels so good, comforting, secure. Twin bonds held her tighter. She snuck deeper. She felt her unslinged hand touch something solid. And warm. Her cheek brushed with something velvety and also warm. Are pillows supposed to feel so solid? Her unconscious brain asked. Her hand moved a bit lower, her fuzzy brain trying to assimilate which was it that she was touching. Smooth, warm…then her hand felt something …a pebble? She brushed her hand again, it was a pebble. She pinched…but it was soft, no hard, definitely not a pebble. Something in the back of her mind was trying to tell her something. It's telling her to wake up. But I don't want to, she oppesed, it feels so good in here. While her hand kept on moving.

 

Kami! her hand is doing things to his body. He was already breathing through his mouth in an attempt to control his raging hormones . Her lazy ministrations have woken his sleeping body. Every nerve ending was stretched taut and alert. Oh yeah, his body was alert and awake, that much he was sure. The way she pinched his nipple was surely his own undoing. Damn! She isn't even awake and yet a simple touch could send his body into full raging lust.

 

His hold on her tightened. Bringing every part of her body in contact with his.

 

She opened her eyes and met flesh. At first she could not identify what it was. She saw what her fingers were touching. Felt something poking at her thighs. She run her hands through his chest, again, just to be sure.

 

Oh Kami! She blinked thrice. She was hyperventilating now. Afraid to look up in fear that she might see and confirm everything that her mind and body is telling her.

 

He felt her eyes open. Who would have thought that feeling her eyelashes sweep up and down in his chest was so stimulating? He felt her breath catch and speed up. Slowly she pushed her self off his chest but it just brought their lower bodies closer together. He wanted to grind his hips. To tell her what he wants through his body. But he contented himself with running his hand up and down her back. Easy…easy man. He told himself.

 

She slowly looked up already knowing who she'll see. Her mind already forming plans to get herself out of the situation. But she wasn't ready for what she saw in his eyes. She was expecting mockery, satisfaction that he got her in this position. And even anger so that she would fear him so he could have his way with her. But that wasn't what she saw. Their eyes locked. And there she saw want, lust, need. And yet there was also control, well fringes of it. And the unspoken question. He was totally leaving the decision in her hands. She couldn't think anymore, not when his lips are just a few inches away from hers and his hands kneading her back, her body pressed intimately with his. All she knows is that it damn feels so good and that she wants more.

 

He felt her relax and it was all the encouragement he needs. He kissed her, kissed her hard. Never in his life had he felt a need like this. A need to touch, taste, claim.

 

Never in her life have she felt more alive. A jolt has run throughout her entire body the moment he claimed her lips for the kiss. And it wasn't enough. She kneaded her hand in his hair, while he scooped up her nape in his, both trying to deepen the kiss.

 

“I…can't…please…” a mere whisper. His hand stilled. She could feel him struggling for control.

 

He can't believe what she just said. Not when it's just getting on the good part. His body was crying out for her. For him to continue. He looked at her. Her eyes were shut but he could also sense her fighting for control. He has never taken a girl against their will. He'd

be damned if would start now. Not with a girl that he was sure is as attracted to him as he was to her. Maybe it was just a tad too early to get lucky. He sighed. Kissed her forehead and stood up and went straight for the bathroom. A cold shower to start his day. Damn!

 

She could not believe how easily she had succumbed to him. She slipped inside the blanket further. Trying to recapture the warmth, his warmth. There was a different ache in her body. And she knows what it is. It's just that she's not yet ready to assuage that need yet. Kami! The things he makes her feel. Why? Why do I feel this way with him? Why can he so easily manipulate and arouse me like no other man could? I don't even know him! And yet those lips, his sensuous lips, could send her into bliss and those hands, his marvelous hands could bring her ecstasy with just a flick, a touch. Never had she lost control like that. Yet with a look he can make her loose all inhibitions and doubts. Why him? She heard the bathroom door open and sunk deepen in the covers.

 

“Showers free now. You can clean up then head down. I'll see what I can do about breakfast”

 

She could hear him going down the spiral stairs.

 

“And don't make me drag out of that bed! Or we both might end up eating something more than breakfast” he added silkily

 

The hint of reliving what just happened had Rukia scrambling down and out of the bed. Hearing this, Ichigo smiled and went about the process of fixing their breakfast. With what happened earlier he was supposed to be upset. But he wasn't. Earlier he got a taste of what was yet to come. And he couldn't be happier. It would happen. And when it does, oh she'll be the one to beg. Oh yes, in the end she'll be the one begging for it.

 

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Breakfast was a silent affair. For the life of her, Rukia couldn't look Ichigo in the face. Her eyes and thoughts which were normally under her control have decided that they would rather focus on his lips. Each time she tries to looks at him, her eyes involuntarily zooms in his lips. And all she could seem to think about is having those lips on hers, again.

 

Ichigo was enjoying her discomfiture. Just proves that she's as much as affected as I was. Time, I just need more time. Fortunately time was one thing he has right now. He knew she could not get away. Not in the near future that is. Putting both elbows on the table while both hands held his coffee cup, he looked straight at her, silently bidding her to look at him.

 

She could feel his eyes boring into her skull. Unable to resist his silent command, she slowly lifted her eyes into his. He wasn't mocking her as she initially thought. But there was a challenge issuing out of his eyes. His liquid amber eyes. He held her eyes, and she could not look away.

 

“You know it's really impolite to stare.” Running his hand in his hair, and with a smirk “And please, wipe that drool off you're chin. It's embarrassing.”

 

“Wha…” beet red now, eyes glinting “I was not drooling, you arrogant jerk!” But wiping her chin with the back of her hand anyway.

 

“Yeah whatever” Acting as though he did not believe her. But at least the heavy air around them has disappeared. Man! She looks beautiful when she's angry.

 

“Anyway…” he said, his tone serious “what brings you running in this secluded and isolated area? And why were you running away?” Leaning back in his chair, his hands crossed in front, his eyes looking straight into hers.

 

“I…I…” looking down in her plate, she was thinking if she should or not tell him. Or rather what she should tell him. Thinking that it is better to evade the truth, “I…um…er…got lost. Yes, I got lost, gosh these woods sure is immense enough! And every tree looks the same! You would have thought that each tree is different but…” GULP! She halted and swallowed audibly from what she saw in his eyes and facial expression. His eyes were now steely glints, his brows drawn together and his jaw was set at an angle which conveyed much displeasure. If looks could kill she would have been lying lifeless on the floor at this exact time. She never thought he could look that scary. He could be as scary is my brother.

 

She's lying. He had sensed it even before she opened her mouth to speak. And her words and her demeanor proved his assumption. Slowly and ever so quietly “Didn't your mom ever tell you that it's bad to lie? I don't like people who lie. Now, I'm going to ask again, why are you here and why were you running away?”

 

“From what I could remember, it was you who brought me here” Her voice was calm but she turned her head sideways, afraid to look him in the eye. The slight trembling in her chin was the only indicator that revealed fear.

 

He was speechless. No one absolutely no one has ever tried to do what she has just done. She just defied him. She might afraid, but she was no coward. He could count in his fingers the number of people who could actually openly oppose him his like that. Not when he was looking like that. And that limits the people to his father and the big boss.

 

Changing tactics “Fine, you don't have to tell me any specifics, but at least tell me if it is safe for me to let you here live here. I don't wanna get into the middle if something in don't even know of.” Oh yes, he thought, the guilt complex never really fails. He saw her face crumble into indescision.

 

How did he know? Does he know my brother? O God, he was right. If her brother finds her, no them, here then she knew he would get involved. “I, I'm sorry. I could… should leave. I mean I'll leave.” She pushed herself out of the chair.

 

“Wait” putting a restraining hand on her arm. “Sit.” Pulling her down to sit back. He didn't know that he had her arm in his grip. Wasn;t even conscious of speaking. All he knew is that she can't leave. Not now, not yet. “Just tell me what you can and want to tell me. But no more lies.”

 

 

Taking a deep breath, she decided to tell him what she can without going into much details. “Fine, but no specifics.”

 

“Ok, no specifics” he amended

 

“Well, I, lets just say that my life sucks at this time and I needed time to think. Time away from everything.”

 

He could see the sadness clouding her eyes. But he needs to know more. “And your brother, how does he fit into all this?” At the mention of her brother he saw her eyes widen in shock and disbelief.

 

“You know my brother?'

 

“No, but the other day you ask if I was one of your brothers men. Your brother must be someone really powerful if he could command men.” He was looking directly and closely at her. Gauging her every reaction. There was something about her brother that she was hiding.

 

“He is mostly the reason why I needed to take some time away. You could say that we had a disagreement. He…he did something that I could not condone and accept. Lets just leave it at that.” He knew she was evading his question. But he let it go for now.

 

“What about you, why are you hiding out here?”

 

He knew she would ask, and he was ready with an answer. “Let's just say I was temporarily laid off from work. A sort of accident occurred and now I have nothing else to do, so I, well, decided to take a vacation here.”

 

“Oh…so what kind of work do you do?” She could feel it. He was evading her questions as much as she is avoiding his. But there is no harm in trying right?

 

“What happened to `no specifics'?” he countered.

 

 

[A/N]

I know, got a bit draggy in the end, but they needed to have that talk and all. Needed to get it out of the way. Don't send out the killer bunnies yet please!

 

I know this is kinda crappy. Sorry. Promise to make it up in the next chap.