Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fate ❯ memories: awakening ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

 

Rukia's heart was beating fast. Every tick the clock does seems like a loud boom to her ears. If only she could stop or turn back the hands of time she would have gladly done so. Every sound and creak sends her into alert mode. This is definitely not the way she had planned it all in her head. Karma truly is a bad thing. She had planned to pay Ichigo back for the things he did earlier, specially holding that cat woman so close, but then she ends up being tortured instead. She wanted to change, into something more covered and less revealing, like the pj's she bought earlier, but she couldn't very well just follow him upstairs. Instinct had told her to stay away from the bedroom for tonight. Specially if Ichigo was there inside with her. Ichigo plus her plus a big bed is a big no-no she told herself quietly.

 

She looked at the table she had set and smiled. If her brother would have seen it, she was sure he would be proud. Every china and silverware was set in it's proper place. And she was sure he would be happy to know that all those culinary arts classes he had her attend was not in vain. She went to the stove and stirred the pasta sauce. What could her brother be doing now? It was almost a month since she ran off and yet she has not been discovered yet. Is her brother worried about her?

 

But all thoughts raced out of her head as she heard Ichigo going down the stairs. Her heart was racing and her knees felt shaky. She made no move and continued to stir the pot, hoping against hope that Ichigo would change his mind about dinner and just leave her alone. But her hoping was in vain for she could feel his presence behind her. He was looking at her, she knew, judging from the goose bumps that she is having.

 

Ichigo had a tantalizing view of Rukia's black silky ensemble from behind. From her long graceful nape, to her creamy shoulders and upper back, to her slim waist, those softly round bottom and hips, her slender legs and sexy ankles propped on those so sexy black heels. He could feel his body stirring at just the sight of her. His heart was beating wildly too. For the first time in his life, it mattered. It matters to him that she surrender to the feelings he knows she has for him. It mattered so much that wants to make everything right.

 

It never mattered to him before. Sex was just sex. If the woman was willing to give it, then who is he to complain? But with Rukia, it's different. It mattered. He stopped in the middle of crossing the kitchen and stared. His previous excitement was replaced by a feeling of anxiety. It shouldn't matter. It doesn't matter. Of course it doesn't matter. Shrugging the unwanted thoughts aside, he slowly comes up behind Rukia.

 

He saw her tense up and smiled. Without touching her he kissed her nape and felt a shiver run through her. He breathed near her ear. “I'm hungry” and trailed kisses down her neck.

 

Rukia dropped the stirrer in the pot and flinched when she heard him whisper in her ear. Her first instinct was to flee, run away from his warm vibrant voice. But the moment he touched his lips to her skin, her feet just locked on. She couldn't do anything but stand there and tilt her head sideways to give him better access to her neck.

 

Ichigo just smiled inwardly when he felt her lean onto him. He could feel the erratic beating of the pulse just below her jaw as he tenderly sucked on it, while soothing it with a flick of his tongue.

 

With a final kiss to her neck, Ichigo took hold of her upper arm and leaned his chin on top of her shoulder and peered on the pot. His heart was beating just as wildly as hers. There was nothing more he wanted than to scoop her up in his arms, bring her to bed and ravish her. But he restrained himself. He would not rush it. He promised himself that he would take it slow. The night was far too young. So for now, he contented himself with rubbing his hands over her arms “Mmmm… that smells delicious” he said as he wrapped his arms on her waist.

 

Rukia's eyes, that had shut close earlier, opened up to the sound of his voice. She could not believe how easily she had succumbed to his tactics. Neither could she believe how wonderful it was to feel his lips on her skin, or how sensuously erotic it was to feel him sucking on her pulse. And his tongue, oh, his tongue was like a soothing balm on her skin. Finally finding her voice, “It's…well…it's pasta… pasta sauce” She stopped talking as she felt his arms wound tighter around her.

 

Ichigo grinned as he heard her stutter. “mmmm….” He said as he once again buried his face in the crook of her neck.

 

“We, ah, should…s-s-start, ah, eating” she finished with a squeak as she felt his bite into her pulse again then sooth it with his tongue.

 

“Of course” Ichigo breathed in her ear then released her and stepped back. “I'll get the wine”

 

Rukia heaved a sigh of relief when she felt him move out of the kitchen. She could not believe the way she had wantonly accepted his advances. Everytime that he's near, her body just reacts automatically. She touched the place where he had licked and shuddered once again. Taking another deep breath, she started to set the food on their plates. I will not succumb, she thought over and over again. No, she won't, she was a Kuchiki by blood and she would not succumb. Kuchiki's conquer, they don't succumb.

 

“I've got the wine” he said and Rukia whipped her head towards the direction of his voice. As soon as she did, the earlier mantra that she was running over and over in her little head vanished. There was Ichigo, leaning casually with his shoulder propped up in the kitchen's doorframe, a bottle of wine in one hand.

 

It was the first time that evening that she had seen him and what she saw had her heart lodged in her throat. He was wearing black soft jeans that encased his long powerful limbs perfectly. Then her eyes traveled to his white dress shirt that is left opened a few buttons, allowing her a glimpse of his fine chiseled chest. It was topped off with a black top coat. She opened her mouth to say something, anything but nothing came out.

 

Ichigo saw her scan him from head to toe. He quirked one eyebrow up, as if asking, waiting for her comment. He saw her open her mouth, then close again, and then he smirked. “I take it that you approve?” he said as he walked towards her, wine bottle still in hand.

 

“I…ah...” she wanted to say that he looks really good. Her mind wanted to scream at how sexy he looked specially with his shirt open, in contrast to the very formal coat and pants “You…ah…” he was nearing her “you…er…look good” she lamely said.

 

Ichigo stopped in front of Rukia and cockily smiled “Oh? I was talking about the wine”

 

Rukia whipped her head up and looked in his eyes “The what?” His eyes were laughing. The light honey brown irises were glinting, his eyes crinkling in laughter.

 

“The wine” he said laconically and held it up to her face. “Pinot noir, 97” He saw her face heat up and silently laughed. “it pairs best with pasta dishes” he then lowered his head to her height until they were almost nose to nose. “But thanks for the compliment” he kissed her slightly ajar lips and went about opening the said wine.

 

That damn insufferable strawberry! Rukia could not believe how easily she fell into his trap. He wanted her to say it. Say and admit that she finds him good looking. Dammit! And she did exactly that! She closed her eyes took a deep breath, she won't let him have the upper hand. Again she silently ran her motto for the night `Kuchiki's don't succumb, Kuchiki's conquer'.

 

All through out the dinner, Ichigo was at his best behavior. He held out the seat for her, refilled her wine, complimented her on her cooking, told her funny stories, and kept her animated through out the meal. If they were really on a date, then Rukia could possibly say that he was the best date ever.

 

Ichigo was looking at Rukia intently. She was laughing at something he told her about. Her eyes were alight, twinkling with humor. She was relaxed. All the tension she had was now mellowed by the wine. And he smiled. Everything was going along accordingly. He had her right where he wanted her to be. And for tonight, he wanted her writhing and moaning in his arms. And later he would have her, all of her.

 

Ichigo stood up. He had played the perfect gentleman for the night, now he just wants her. “Come” he said and took her hand in his.

 

The moment he stood up, Rukia had heard the warning bells in her head. “I don't think that's a good idea” she said as she tried to pull her hand from his grasp.

 

“We've had dinner, now it's time for dessert” he said as he pulled her into his chest, one hand wrapped around her waist, the other holding her hand in his chest. He could smell her fruity shampoo mixed with her intoxicating scent, and he almost growled. God how he wanted her! “Look at me” he commanded.

 

Rukia's heart was beating fast. She was enveloped in his warm presence and scent, his very masculine scent, and she could not move. She could feel the contours of his thighs, abs and chest through their clothes. She could feel every inch of his body against hers. And she could feel his, him, pressing against her navel, and she felt scorched. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, afraid of just what it represents, but he wouldn't let her, instead he just tightened his grip around her.

 

Look at me he said, but she couldn't. All these things she was feeling, sensing, it swamped her. She had never felt anything close to this before. Her senses were going haywire. Every touch, smell and feel was doubled, three times over. Her heart was beating so fast, her skin feels hot, and her whole body just feels like burning. And the very center of her being was throbbing with something akin to need. She couldn't understand it. It was something to read about it in books, but Rukia was never prepared for the actual thing. Oh God! I want him, she thought suddenly.

 

“Look at me” Ichigo said again, this time traveling his hand from her waist to her nape, coaxing her.

 

There was something in his voice, an edginess, somewhat like desperation that she had never heard in him before. And it was that voice that she obeyed as her eyes opened and sought his. And what she saw in his eyes almost made her knees buckle. There in the depths of his warm honey brown eyes were, want, lust, longing, all rolled into one smoldering look of passion.

 

“I want you” Ichigo said huskily, without breaking eye contact, and Rukia knew and understood what he meant. She wanted to throw caution to the wind and just say yes, but her conscience stops her. It's wrong, she knew that. I won't succumb, she thought.

 

Ichigo could see the indecision in her dark sapphire eyes. He could read all the doubts and fears in there. But he wouldn't back down. He wouldn't let her back out now. Not now when he had her right where he wants her to. He placed her hand palm up in his chest “See what you do to me” he said and ground his hips against hers. “I want you, I need you” he said desperately.

 

Rukia could feel Ichigo's heart under her palm, it was beating just as fast as hers was. And the moment he ground his hips to hers, she felt his need, and her own ache intensified.

 

Ichigo was almost desperate. He had never taken a girl against their wishes before, and he won't start now. Again, that need to make everything right and perfect for Rukia assaulted him. “Please” he begged. “I need you Rukia, please” he said with his mouth barely a centimeter away from hers, their breaths mingling, his eyes boring into hers.

 

Rukia could not deny him any longer. With a moan, she closed her eyes and crushed her lips to his. Lips that were ready and insistent upon hers. Her hands crawled up to his chest while the other was at his nape, tangling with the tips of his hair.

 

Ichigo ground his lips to hers, his tongue slanting in between, asking entrance. He nipped her liower lip, demanding.

 

Rukia's body was on fire. And when he nipped her lips, Rukia knew what he wanted, so she gave. She opened her mouth, allowing him access to deep recesses of her mouth. And when he touched his tongue to hers, Rukia was lost. There was no more thought in her head other than the delicious sensations Ichigo has been building up inside her.

 

His hands were sliding over her body, he took hold of her hips and grinded it with his, making her aware of what he wants. He heard her moan and shudder at his touch. And still he gave more. He twisted his tongue with hers, dallying, playing, teasing, till she was moaning deep in her throat.

 

Ichigo wanted her, wanted her bad. He grabbed her butt and lifted her off her feet “Put your legs around me” he ordered huskily as he showered her jaw line and neck with kisses.

 

Nothing else mattered but him. With her hands still tangled in his hair, holding his head close to her neck, Rukia wrapped her legs around him, and moaned louder when she felt that hard ridge of his rubbing near her very core. She instinctively started to rub herself on him which caused an expletive moan from Ichigo.

 

Jesus! If she only knew what her ministrations were doing to him. He almost took her right then and there. But Ichigo didn't want to take her on the hard floor, so he concentrated and started carrying her towards the bedroom upstairs.

 

He slowly slid her off him when they reached the bedroom. She was leaning onto him,her mouth parted, her faced upturned, eyes closed, her breathing raged. “Rukia”, he softly breathed while softly tracing her face with the back of his forefinger. She slowly opened her eyes and Ichigo was struck with how beautiful she was. “God, you're beautiful!” he said and claimed her lips once more in a fierce earth shattering kiss.

 

Then there was no more thought, only feelings and sensations as Ichigo let his hands wander throughout her body. He slid her straps from her shoulders and worked their way back down. Then his hands were on her hips, slowly tracing her waist, and flicking a finger in her breast.

 

Rukia could only just moan from everything that his hands are making her feel. Her hold on his head tightened as she crushed her lips to his and deepened the already heated kiss.

 

Ichigo was cupping her breasts trough the sheer material of her dress, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to feel her skin to skin, wanted to feel it grow and harden right before his own hands. Her dress was in the way, and in one second, his hands had done away with the zip and was tugging her dress down. He pushed her towards the bed and took a good look at her. His body took another beating just from looking at her. Her hands were crossed ever her chest, her face flushed. She had no bra underneath, and the realization had his body twitching anew. She was now just dressed in her skimpy white lace underwear and Ichigo could have sworn that there isn't another woman more beautiful than Rukia.

 

He gently crawled above her and pushed her hands away. “Don't” he said raggedly as one hand took one of those perfect mounds in his grasp and palmed it “it's perfect” he said, “you're perfect” as he placed a quick kiss at the center of her nipple. “Perfect” he said again, this time he captured one of her breast into his mouth and sucked on it. His teeth grazing and pulling the nipple, while his tongue would later and sooth the path his teeth has taken.

 

Rukia arched her back as pleasure shot into her. Her hands were once again gripping his head and orange locks, digging his head deeper into her breasts. “I-chi-go” she moaned Rukia could only writhe in pleasure as Ichigo gave her other breast the same sensous attention he gave the other. He traced the valley between her breast with kisses, going up to her collarbone, then capturing her lips in another heated kiss.

 

Rukia's hand wandered into his chest exposed by his shirt, her hands could feel his heartbeat, his skin seemed like silk under her finger. She felt his muscles flex and bunch up to her touch, and heard him moan when she accidentally grazed his nipple. Feeling embolden with his reactions, she tried to roam her hands down towards his abdomen and Ichigo just groaned louder. Suddenly, Ichigo's hands were over hers, directing her fingers where to touch “touch me” he whispered “please”

 

Rukia complied, she gently teased every exposed part of his chest. It was intoxicating to see him react that way to her touch. She pushed her down the bed, reversing their positions, her hands busy undoing his buttons. When all the buttons were undone, She smiled up to him and gently lowered his head to his chest. She kissed his collarbone, her tongue swirling down toward his pectorals and his muscles bounced up at her touch. He threw his head down and moaned even louder, his hand gripping her hair, urging her further. When she grazed her own teeth onto his sensitive buds, he cried out her name. And as her hands and lips found her navel, Ichigo cried out her name.

 

He gripped her head and pulled her up. He wanted to take it slow, but the way she was doing things, it makes him lose whatever tiny thread of control he has. His hands was running along her body, he pulled her up till her thighs were level with his and palmed her butt, grinding her fully into his erection.

 

He reversed their positions and had her beneath him, his hands still massaging her buttocks. Then slowly his hands drifted lower to her ankles and toes, his tongue trailing behind it's path. Ichigo kissed each of her perfect toes and nibbled on her big toe. Rukia could only moan and quiver at his ministrations. His lips inched further into her thigh and and Rukia writhed in anticipation. He was stroking her inner thigh, his lips and tongue mimicking those sensuous hands. And as his hands reached the very center of her being, Rukia cried out and instinctively clamped her legs together.

 

Ichigo smirked and brought himself up and kissed her lips, while his hand was still cupping her very core. “It's ok Rukia” he said while still cupping and palming her “open for me baby” and kissed her, his tongue drawing her, pulling her into another blissful plateau.

 

He felt her legs relax and he pushed her undies aside and traced his finger along her throbbing center and felt her tremble. She was already wet and ready, he tebderly parted her folds and inserted one finger inside. Rukia's reaction was instantaneous. She arched up her hips and cried out his name. Ichigo Could not believe how responsive and sweet Rukia was. With his mouth still nipping her neck, his thumb played with the little nub in her center and Rukia was writhing and thrashing under her. Working his way downward, Ichigo kissed her navel and started licking downwards. “Ichigo? What…” but stopped and moaned when Ichigo's mouth liked her nub. “Ohhh..” she said while writhing “I-i-ich—ich—go!”

 

Ichigo was drowning in her scent, he sucked on her nub and Rukia was lost in a wave of pure pleasure. He licked along her folds and sucked on her juices and Rukia just moaned louder. He parted her folds and inserted his tongue inside and rukia immediately thrusted her hips to meet his tongue. He lapped her up stroked and teased until she was a writhing, quivering mass of jelly on his hands. He would have wanted to bring her over the edge, but not yet, he wanted to be inside her for that.

 

Rukia felt him give a fiunal kis to her nub before standing up. She instantly regretted the loss of his weight and heat on her. “Ichigo?' she asked dazedly.

 

Ichigo had his pants and boxers off in an instant “I'm here baby” he said as he loomed above her again, this time sliding her own underwear down. And it all started again. His lips and hands were touching her everywhere. His hands reached for her core and palmed her mound. She was more than ready for him. With his own legs he parted her thighs and positioned himself at her entrance. “Rukia” he breathed out, “Look at me”

 

Rukia was having a hard time having a hard time comcentrating on anything other than the wonderful sensations Ichigo is giving her. But she tried. She opened her eyes and looked at him, and she was lost in the intensity of his gaze.

 

When he held her eyes, Ichigo thrust inside her. He felt her little resistance, but it was too late now. He noticed how rigid she had become, and tears were threatening to flow from her eyes. She was biting her lips to stop herself from crying out.

 

He gently enveloped her in a warm embrace, careful not to move too much inside her. “Rukia, I'm so sorry” he said as he cradled her in his arms his mouth kissing every inch of her face. How could he have been so callous? How could he have not noticed? “shh…its alright” he said. He waited a few seconds, careful not to hurt her more, while his hands were working it's magic on her.

 

“Ichigo?' He tensed at her voice. He honestly didn't know. “Please baby. Don't” he said, afraid that she would ask him to stop. “it's alright” he said again and kissed her hard on the lips.

 

She welcomed his kiss, he felt her easing up a bit and tried to move. “Oh!” she said and he stopped immediately, he didn't want to add to her pain. “Shh…” he said again and started stroking her back.

 

“Move” she said in between kisses.

 

“It'll be fine, we'll take it slow” he said trying to reassure her. But she wouldn't listen, she started wriggling and thrusting her hips up. “Move… with… me” she said and the feeling her warm cocoon enveloping his and sheathing him engulfed Ichigo. He started moving within her.

 

Rukia writhing in earnest, every nerve ending in her body wanted to just explode. The ache in the pit of her core was growing. She wanted something, she was waiting for something, but she doesn't know what. “Ichi-go”

 

Ichigo was looking intently on her face She was nearing her climax he could tell, just as he was. “reach for it Rukia” he said as he started thrusting faster plunging himself inside her.

 

Rukia cried out as the world around her shattered and her body just exploded with intensity. But her cry was muffled by Ichigo's mouth. He felt her gripping and pulsating around him and he could not hold off much longer, with one final thrust, he burst within her, his own world rocked with the intensity of his own climax.

 

Coming down from his own plateau, he gingerly slid off her and positioned her on top of him. He heard her murmur at the loss of contact then snuggled into his chest. Her eyes were already drifting close. With the last amount of strength, he tucked her hair behind her ears and kissed the top of her head. He pulled up the blanket around their exposed bodies and wrapped his own arms around Rukia.

 

This was by far, the best that he's ever had. She was the best. And the pride he had about being her first doubled up. He smirked as he traced a finger on her back. He was her first. No one else had the pleasure knowing how responsive and receptive she was. She was his, all his.

 

Ichigo frowned at how possessive his thoughts are becoming. He also thought how strange it was for him to feel pleasure about being her first. It never did bother him before. He sighed and allowed his eyes to close. It was just the recesses of what happened. It could be a post euphoria thing he thought. Tomorrow, he said to himself, everything will be alright tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N

So, watcha guys think? Damn, it's my second attempt at a lemon, but this is my first quite so graphic lemon.

and I know too that ichigo seems to a bit ooc here, but honestly, I have always pictured an older and more mature ichigo to be this cool and suave. A man of the world, without loosing the very base qualities that makes him our dear old Ichigo. I just wanted to share with you guys the adult ichigo that I have in my head.

So, please tell me what you guys think. I am even allowing criticisms for this chap. Anything to get me to learn on how to do a lemon better.

Oh, and once again, please excuse any grammatical or typographical errors I have made, I didn't reread this. My ears were already burning while I was typing everything

And if anyone wants to beta my stories, please tell me so, I would gladly take on a beta, as long as he or she can teach me the ways and secrets of lemony writing

 

 

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