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Unexpected

Mouths collided in heated passion
before even a word was said after the door was closed. They never even made it
to the bed. Muscular arms circled a thin waist and pulled the light body hard
with compact muscles into the air and the legs responded by wrapping themselves
around his waist tightly, pressing herself intimately
into the bulge in his pants even though their pants restricted any further
intimacy.

Lips bruised and swollen from the
force of their kisses let loose a growl of lust while the hands that were
roaming each other�s bodies tried to rip the clothes from their sweaty flesh
without much success. The futility of the struggle with each other only made
their want grow and the room was filled with the noise of grunts and groans as
they tried once again to relieve the pressure growing in their bodies only to
be reminded again that by doing that they only frustrated their constricted
bodies more.

Feminine eyes filled with her
regular fire stared lustfully through eyelids half closed as his hands started
doing what she knew they could do. The hands that could wield a giant sword
like it weighed as much as a twig could also maneuver her body with the ease
born of their time together and just enough gentleness and passion to set her
body ablaze as well as remind her that this was not just something he did for
kicks. He knew just how to drive her mad with desire and her normally stubborn
personality always seemed to surrender whenever he got within close enough
proximity to press their lips together. That didn�t mean in any way that she
was passive throughout the ordeal. Her dominating spirit refused to be
squelched just because she was in the presence of a man that was actually
stronger than her and knew how she liked it. Her hips kept thrusting against
his roughly while low mewls broke out of her mouth unabated, pleading with him
to get the infuriating material covering their bodies away even as her hands started
working the black haori-like
shirt off his torso.

When his hands started rubbing
the material over her breasts while teasing and pinching the hardening nubs
through the soft material she decided she wouldn�t mind leaving it on. Nope,
she wouldn�t mind one bit.

Through the haze her body was in
from his ministrations rubbing the soft uniform over her sensitive skin and
excited breasts she tried to remember back to when this whirlwind had began�

It had started out as a simple
sparring match.

He had returned safely from what
he called �Hueco Mundo� and
she could sense the difference in him right away. She could sense his power,
the power that seemed to be crushing the very air around her as sure as she
could sense the returned existence of her best friend. She didn�t know what to
believe, she had watched him jump into a hole split into nothingness and after
what she had deemed eternity without both her best friend and her favorite
scowling teen she had known since she was four, he returned. And he returned
with her.

The first thought that came to
mind of course was to rush to her orange-haired princess and collapse into
tears. The second was at least now she didn�t have to beat the living crap out
of the equally orange-haired male that had rescued her. The next was
surprising. She, the woman that wouldn�t give up even if she was hit by a car,
knew she wouldn�t have been able to beat him up even if she tried her
hardest.

That must have been what had
possessed her that day. That must have been the reason why she couldn�t resist
when his sweaty face had been so close to hers during a particularly tough hand
lock. Her white karate uniform was slowly staining with the fruits of her
exertion and his black uniform, almost identical to the one he wore as a Soul
Reaper, was also darkening in areas where the sweat couldn�t be contained by
the material anymore. With their arms locked in heated combat and their eyes
glaring at each other in the excitement of the mock battle they had often had
when they were kids, something in her just snapped.

To be absolutely honest, she had
been scared out of her mind that she was gay after Orihime
had disappeared. There was always something about their relationship that
always screamed she would be the one wearing the pants and Orihime
would be the compliant, innocently-seductive angel she always was. She had been
raised straight as an arrow but her personality rarely let any man within close
enough distance to even put their hand on her shoulder before she would have
them to the ground in a half-nelson while screaming obscenities at them.

Thank God for Ichigo.

Yup, the crying little boy that
had lost to her in one punch at their first meeting was now a teenager just as
stubborn as she was and had an almost terrifyingly larger amount of power than
her. She had never cared about spirits before but feeling the intense spiritual
power around her that day had almost been enough to make her do what she had
once told Orihime to do to him, for lack of a better
way to put it.

And, also for lack of a better
term, that was exactly what she did when their eyes locked during that awesome
sparring match. Pulling away from him and throwing off her gloves she grabbed
the surprised face of the orange-haired Soul Reaper and forced it against hers.
When the surprise had worn off she felt her mouth be invaded by his warm tongue
and to her surprise she felt one of his hands push against the back of
her head to force her into him more while his other clasped her firm butt and
coerced her hips against his to feel the need she had instantly created in the
hormonal teenager.

Fights had always been a turn-on
for her but this time she felt her panties clasp to her body in their dampness.
She was so wet and she wanted him so bad. He was not gentle in his handling of
her but he was not overly rough either. The medium was enough to send her chest
into gasping breaths to try and alleviate the heat in her body. Her gasps were
swallowed by his mouth as it continued to ravage hers before it started a trail
of messy kisses and careful love-bites down her neck to the hollow of her
throat where she felt him bite harder than usual and that earned him a hiss of
pain only drowned out by the loud moan seconds after when he assaulted the
bruised spot with his wet tongue and hot breaths.

The rest was a blur of pleasure
to her. She could remember them tearing their clothes off as their hands
continued to roam over each other mindlessly and then after that all she could
remember was mind-numbing pleasure as he pressed her into the dojo�s floor and relieved them both of their virginity. She
had no idea how losing her maidenhead could have been such a trigger for her but
her first orgasm had happened right after he first penetrated her. Even as he
continued to thrust into her she met him stroke for stroke and the sensation
was nothing short of spectacular. She had never thought she would be a screamer
but Ichigo always brought out things in her that she
never expected.

There she was being pressed into
the hard mats by the guy she had known most of her life and he was dominating
her, pushing her resilient spirit into the ground and trying to literally screw
it into submission.

And dear god did she love it.

Only when his orgasm had come
over him and she had felt herself be filled with the rewards of their
lovemaking did it actually input itself into her mind what they had just done.
She had opened her mouth even though the afterglow was threatening to snuff out
any serious conversation and asked him outright if she meant anything to him or
if she was just the first girl to throw herself at him.

His answer surprised her to this
day.

�God I love you Tatsuki,� Ichigo moaned out as he
continued working her body up into just the right state of frustration before he
knew she would bowl him over and have her way with him. He found those days
hotter than most when he allowed himself to be pushed to the ground and gave
her control but there was just something about her writhing beneath him that he
couldn�t explain.

Maybe it was because he had had
to beat the hell out of his hollow before it would submit to him but he knew he
had no desire for Tatsuki to submit to him so that
couldn�t be it. It had been her fire that had drawn him to her. It had been her
fire that had made him lose control when she had kissed him that day. It was still
her fire that kept him with her. She never melted under his touch,
she never mewled and begged, she took. She was a fighter, just like him.

Orihime
was too sweet and innocent, Rukia
was way too old and didn�t even possess a human body, but Tatsuki�
Tatsuki was exactly what he needed.

He made sure she always knew
that.

When her favorite three words had
been said by his voice smoky from passion and need her body wouldn�t let her
stay in the confines of her clothes anymore. Growling into his mouth she pulled
the black belt she was so proud of off her waist and ripped the shirt off her
chest, exposing her bare breasts for his full enjoyment. She threw her head
back and moaned when his talented mouth took the cue right away and attacked
her released flesh, turning the pink nubs diamond hard one after another.

Even through the spikes of
pleasure shooting up her body her hands hadn�t forgotten their mission and they
finally rid him of that stupid shirt. To see the bare chest of her lover was
always a sight to behold. He had told her the stories of his and their friends�
exploits in Soul Society, she found it very nice just to hear his voice as she
acted like a lady for one of the few times in her life after they had finished
and she lay cuddled up in his side with his arm around her shoulders. His
scarred chest was hard with muscles and the stories he told behind each scar
made her admiration of him grow every time she heard them. She may be a
fighter, but she had never been very close to being cut in half. He had almost
been�twice. Both Zaraki Kenpachi
and Aizen Sousuke had nearly
removed his torso from his legs.

He was the definition of
commitment. When he made a promise, God help anyone who may ever stand in his
way. That was why she was so glad he was hers. When he said those words he had
always reserved for his family, and the words she thought he would never say to
another living being after his mother had died, to her after they had first
made love she knew she was in for the long run. Marriage was illegal to people
of their age but there was no doubt in her mind where this was ending up. Ichigo was hers. If someone had his commitment they had it
forever.

Rukia
tried to abandon Ichigo to face her execution knowing
that at least she had saved him, only for him to break into Soul Society and
turn it upside down trying to rescue her. All because he owed her a favor, all
because she had once saved his life, and the life of his family. Ichigo never ran away from anything�well�anything but Zaraki Kenpachi. That had been an
interesting story. She had met the guy on one occasion and when he found out
she was a fighter she was nearly crippled just by the bloodlust in the air. She
would have ran too. She remembered telling him Yachiru was too cute but the only thing he said back was
that that �little girl� could take on any army and win.

She may not be as strong as his
Soul Reaper friends but she was still the second strongest girl in Japan, and
she loved reminding him of that fact, it only made it better when he fought
back. Which he always did.

She felt her pants fall from her
waist and let out a very un-Tatsuki-like coo when his
rough hand traced the wet outline of her panties between her legs. Her knees
buckled when his hand slipped under her panties and a finger slid itself across
her wet entrance, causing her to cry out and clasp onto his frame harder, even
more so when said finger pushed inside her while his thumb furiously brushed
her clit.

�God Ichigo! Oh�OH GOD ICHIGO!�
Her fingers twined themselves in his brilliant hair as she bucked into him as
his fingers continued their rough probing, nearly getting to the point of
picking her up just by her womanhood. Her screams of bliss were undeterred by
inhibitions, she had no need of them, never did, if people could hear her than
whoop-de-freaking-do.

She hated when he did this to her
even though her body loved the attention it was getting. He could reduce her to
a quivering mass of nerves with just a few strokes of his fingers. They had
both been inexperienced when they started but now they both had plenty of
experience in the sexual realm. He put that to good use on her.

�Hmm, God does sound nice I must
admit, but I turned down that job remember?� He questioned smartly and
punctuated it with a sharp movement of his fingers to hit that spot he knew
would push her over the edge no matter what.

As her climax rippled through her
body she briefly had the sense of mind to remember what he was talking about.
He had stopped Aizen Sousuke
from becoming a god and in that final battle, had been offered the chance to
become a god himself. He didn�t need it, he had a god inside him already, and
he was in complete control of it. He had used that power, though only
momentarily, to destroy Heuco Mundo.
His inability to save Nell haunted him to this day Tatsuki
knew, but she also knew that the child Arrancar had
been destroyed with a zanpakutou, the only logical
ending would be she was sent to Soul Society. She was a pure soul even as a
hollow and she knew she was happy now.

When she finally came down from
the euphoria Ichigo had that infuriating grin on his
face again. He knew he had made her scream again and so did she. She kicked
away the pants and panties that had pooled around her feet and made short work
of his pants and underwear.

Standing naked before her she
couldn�t help but lick her lips as his manhood was displayed proudly for her to
see, the tuft of orange pubic hair at the base the true confirmation that his
unique hair color was indeed natural. She had jokingly said to him one time
that he should just drop his pants in class sometime and put the rumors to
rest, he had nothing to be ashamed of after all. In fact if she had to take a
guess she would say he was well above average. He had nearly done it too. She
chuckled at the memory.

�I hope you aren�t laughing at
me,� he said glaringly. In response she walked the short distance to him,
swaying her hips all the while, and thrust her hips up to meet his in the
purest motion of �take me now� that could possibly be conveyed.

�I would never,� she replied
jokingly as she repeated the motion and watched as his eyes fluttered.

�You�re going to be the death of
me, I just know it,� he groaned out at the feel of her slick sex rubbing
against his.

She graced him with her sexiest
moan as she hit her clit directly against his tool. �But you�ll die happy.�

�Hell yeah.�

With that he grabbed her hips as
they reached his rock-hard cock and pulled her to him, completely impaling her tight,
hairless mound in one thrust. They both cried out as they were completed
simultaneously and her legs wrapped around his waist to keep herself upright.

�Ugh, you bastard,� she moaned,
�I didn�t get to pay you back.� Her eyes rolled back in her head when he
smirked and rocked his hips into her, harder this time. Pressing her into the
wall he planted his hands on either side of her face and held her up only with
his hips, enjoying the view as she slid down the wall only to be pushed back up
with each thrust. Her hands clasped desperately onto his shoulders as he made
her cry out again and again.

When she gained enough wits about
her to do something other than just enjoy the cacophony of sensation her body
was going through, she pushed on the wall and set Ichigo
off balance, thus making him fall backwards onto his back and brought her with
him, pushing him into the deepest penetration they had ever achieved at the
velocity of their fall. They both let loose hoarse moans at the feeling but Tatsuki didn�t stop there. He had denied her the chance to
pay him back but he had her way too hot and bothered for her to even consider
stopping now. She bucked and writhed on top of him as she rode him as hard as
he had been taking her moments earlier.

�God, yes!� she hissed as she
rubbed her breasts together for even more stimulation only to feel his rough
hands join hers. �Ichigo!�
She cried out when he sat up and pushed her chest against his by placing his
arms around her back and started a fresh bout of fiery kisses while he started
thrusting up to meet each grinding motion she made. When the aforementioned
hands roamed down to her firm cheeks and started fondling the flesh
affectionately she felt tremors race up her spine which ended in her walls
clamping down on his cock, forcing them both to moan, her only more so when one
of his fingers started playing with her puckered hole and she screamed when he
pushed it in.

She couldn�t hold out any longer.
The combined stimulation of the finger, his manhood and his mouth pushed her
over the edge and she came with another scream that had all her proud muscles
convulsing.

�Tatsuki!� Ichigo cried
when her orgasm hit her and he had no choice but to join with the way her tight
walls clasped around him. With one last thrust he climaxed into her and her
moan of appreciation kept him steel hard. Thank god for teenage hormones and
stamina, he thought thankfully as he watched his lover�s head of ragged
black locks throw itself back and forth in passion.

When they both came down from
their highs she slumped into his chest, still sitting upright and still acutely
aware of the throbbing length within her.

�I love you,� she said softly
while her head rested on his chest.

Ichigo
sighed contently and stroked the black hair placed under his chin lovingly. �I
love you too.�

He lowered her back down to the
ground without leaving her and kissed her gently as he started rocking into her
again, this time much more slowly than she was used to. Now he treated her like
a porcelain doll, something that may break at any time, and though she was
touched by his care for her, he had already rekindled the fire in her loins and
she wanted him to let himself go. That part of him was only another part for
her to love and she adored his restraint but even more so when he let her love
him fully.

All of
him.

�Ichigo,
do that thing I like. You know,� she moaned out through the blissfully deep
thrusts he was assaulting her with.

There was uncertainty in his eyes
even though he knew he had complete control over Ogihci.
�Are you sure?�

She cast blazing eyes at him at
his question. �Goddammit Ichigo,
do it and do it now!�

A wicked smile came to his face
as she watched the sclera of his eyes bleed black until she was looking at eyes
glowing yellow but that still looked at her like she was something to be
treasured, something to be cherished, and something more, something to be ravaged.
�As you wish, lover.�

She screamed in delight as Ichigo pounded into her with the full force of his hollow
fueling his actions. The thought occurred to her that she was likely going to
bruise but at the moment she couldn�t bring herself to care. Her hands groped
his backside to try and force him into her even deeper and, taking the unspoken
command, Ichigo complied and increased his speed even
more.

This was one thing that she would
never change about having a supernatural lover. She wasn�t sure if shunpo was supposed to be used like this but by god she was
going to enjoy it even if it wasn�t. The extra stimulant to her was his
repeated mantra of her name that came out in a breathy whisper every second. It
was like music to her ears and she heard it even through the sounds of sweaty
flesh hitting sweaty flesh.

�Oh god Tatsuki,
I�m coming!�

She was joyously prepared for the
jets of seed that hit her womb and that was the last push she needed to set her
off as well. She joined his deep masculine voice with her feminine one as she
arched her back and was sent into wonderful seizures. She felt him softening
inside of her and she whimpered when he pulled out of her tingling slit and
slumped over beside her.

Gathering the last of his
strength, Ichigo picked her up and they finally
rested on the bed they could�ve been in all along, pulling the covers over them
as Tatsuki curled up into her spot in his side while
her head rested on his shoulder and she draped an arm over his chest.

Ichigo
loved this part of their lovemaking almost more than the actual act itself. She
trusted him enough to let him see her as the young woman she was, not the
tomboy she made everyone think she was. Her soft breasts were plastered to his
side as she stay curled up next to him and he could feel her heart beating
solidly against her chest.

�Thank you, Tatsuki,�
he said gently as he looked over at her.

Her perplexed look mixed with
utter contentment was interesting to see. �Hmm?�

�For loving me�for letting me
love you.�

Her lazy smile was so sexy a
certain part of him jumped and he didn�t have the willpower left to keep it
down. �Ichigo, I couldn�t have asked for anyone
better than you.�

He kissed her slowly and let his
tongue drag teasingly over her lips as he pulled away. �Mm, as soon as it�s
legal you�re mine.�

His husky voice went straight to
her center and she shivered delightfully. �I�m yours already. But it goes both
ways.�

He grinned. �You�d better believe
it.�

Just hearing those words made Tatsuki find her second wind and she rolled away from the
delicious source of heat she was laying against and propped herself up on all
fours to present her backside to him. Turning her head over to him while
arching her back like a cat she purred, �Well then, come and take what�s
yours.�

Her only warning was a growl
before he pounced.

The End.
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