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Another
Again

Written
by gokusgirl

Disclaimer: I do not own
Bleach or any of its characters.�

So
we did it again

Knowing we should quit it, but we simply won't admit it again

Oh it feels good, it's so good, but I won't do it again

It's so dramatic again

After we go at it, we get mad then we go at it again

Oh I love it, then I hate it, she's my favorite again

I'm wasting time

I can't help it she's so fine

Oh I like her style

And I love the way she talks and I smile

As much as we may try

Can't quite see eye to eye

So in the meantime, I guess we say bye-bye

-John
legend

Why
it was happening again? �Rukia�s mind screamed.

Teeth
and tongues clashed violently against each other as they kissed desperately.
Her fingernails raked through his hair, pulling him even tighter against her.�
They had come to an agreement after the first time.� And now Rukia Kuchiki
found herself pressed against his bedroom wall, her legs wrapped around Ichigo
Kurosaki�s slim waist as they broke their promise for the fourth time in two
weeks.�

Ichigo
ripped his lips from hers, panting heavily as he gazed at Rukia darkly, his
amber irises burning through her.� He felt drunk with her kisses, with her body
molded ever so perfectly to his.� He had been with girls before, feeling the
pleasurable releases they offered him all too eagerly.� Being with Rukia was
different.� She gave him a shrill of pleasure he never experienced; placing him
on a plane of ecstasy that he thought was unreachable until now.� He thought
that it was her age that made her so� deft with her skills.� But it was
the little things she did that drove him crazy.�

He
sat in class today, watching her as she bit her thumb finishing her pop quiz.�
Only four days ago he had something in that delectable mouth of hers; the teeth
gently scraping the sensitive flesh�

Ichigo
let out a long sigh, twisting in his seat as he felt his body tingle and harden
with the visual image of her on her knees between his legs in his room, taking
him with her mouth as he nearly passed out from the oral service.� He was
walking around in a constant state of arousal for days now, and it was driving
him mad that he couldn�t touch her now.

God,
I want her again,
Ichigo thought desperately to himself.� �He could never be so stupid not to
deny that fact. It was Rukia who didn�t want it to happen again.� How could she
not want the greatest sexual experience of their lives to not happen?�
It�s like not allowing Christmas to come every year because it was just too
good.

Too
damn good.�

And
now here they are, with his dress pants and underwear already down around his
ankles, holding his pulsating hardness near her dripping sex.� Ichigo was in a
heated rush this afternoon, not giving her a chance to remove her skirt or
blouse.� The only garment removed was those pale blue panties with the frilly
lace, which were crazily torn off. He hesitates; wanting silent consent from
her, acceptance to the fact that it was going to happen again.� One
feverish look, shaky nod or breathless whisper would have him within her depths
once more.� He just needed her to acknowledge that the fourth pact they made
was merely seconds from being broken.�

Rukia
eyes were half closed, swooning on the effects Ichigo held on her.� She waited
for the moment he would sheath into her so perfectly, making her toes curl.�
But when it never came, she fluttered her eyes open, looking at him as he
started back at her with a hungry but serious look on his handsome face.� His
mouth was drawn into a tight line across his face, pretending to look so angry
with her.� But the eyes, they told her everything.� The windows the soul,
Rukia mused as she looked deeply into his amber pools. This man had given
himself to her on several occasions, every time proclaiming his feelings for
her.� But did she reciprocate?� Not entirely.�

She
only told him she loved him once, and after that chose to never speak it
again.� Why you ask?� Fearing he didn�t love her as much as she loved him.��
And she loved him fiercely.� Rukia wanted to shield herself from the hurt that
always came with the pleasure.� There were intense moments when she felt
compelled to say it again; but she couldn�t afford to put her heart out there
like that.� She only wanted to use him, to sate her needs with his hot young
body until he was out of her system.� So much for that.� With every encounter it
made her want him more.�

His
stamina was incredible, and the delicious sounds that tore from his throat as
he fucked her senseless turned her into a flowing river.� He never had to stop
their flow as he changed into other positions, as if he was reading her mind to
her every need.�� He gave her every single ounce of himself in every nasty
position her deviant little mind could imagine. She wanted to feel him in every
orifice of her body; every pore of her soul.�

And
this was the problem.� Rukia prided herself on control.� Without it, she was a
reckless woman doing reckless deeds.

In
the aftermath of their first coupling, Ichigo awoke without her in his arms.�
He sat up quickly, thinking that for a moment she had left without a goodbye.� His
chest tightened with that sad realization until he saw her sitting Indian style
at the foot of his bed, donning his tee shirt he wore that pervious day.� She
stared at him with apprehension as she pondered in the wake of what they had
actually done.� Rukia thought of how stunning and serene now he looked right now;
all the hard lines that was present with his everyday scowl all gone.�

�What?�
Ichigo asked her softly.

�This
was a mistake,� Rukia admitted quickly, and she watched his expression change
from euphoric bliss to perplexed horror.�

�Wh-why?�
Ichigo said with a choked voice. �Rukia heard the hurt in his voice, regretting
her actions more.

�We
got caught up in the heat of the moment Ichigo� what I am going to do with an eighteen
year-old lover?� I�m ten -�

�Ten
times my age, I remember,� Ichigo cut in dryly as he frowned.� �I don�t give a
fuck about that.��

�Well
I do,� Rukia snapped at his cynicism.�� I�m sure you don�t care about our age
difference; you�re only concerned about getting laid.�

Ichigo
stare hardened with her assumption. ��Is that you what you think this was?� A
roll around in the sack?�� He shot at her bitterly.

Rukia
couldn�t give him an answer for that.� She couldn�t understand what their tryst
meant.� She was just so used to getting hurt after giving herself; she simply
assumed this was just standard procedure.� Swallowing thickly, she tore her
eyes off his scrumptious body and face as she stared out his bedroom window.

�We�ll
make a pact,� Rukia intoned, never looking at him.� �We�re the only ones that
know this happened.� If we both agree it didn�t happen� then it didn�t.�

�The
fuck- !� Ichigo growled, ripping the sheets off his naked body as he scooted
down towards her.� He grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.�
�Pact, smack.� We did it, Rukia.�� It�s done.�� Well done I might add� over and
over.�� I ain�t making no pact.��

�Of
course� this is about what you want,� Rukia countered, and she saw how Ichigo�s
jaw tightened. �Ichigo� do you remember what you said to me tonight?� Rukia
asked softly as she watched his eyes drift from hers, his cheeks blushing.

�Of
course I remember what I said,� Ichigo snapped lightly as he looked at her, his
tone hard but deep with his fascination with her.� �And I meant it.��

�Well
if you truly meant it� you�ll make this pact.� Rukia told him.� A few seconds passed
as they stared at each other, and she felt his grasp on her arms tighten.� With
a snarl he released her, shaking his head with defeat.�

And
that was two weeks and three pacts ago.� Rukia now stared at Ichigo with a
mixture of indecision and want, wondering for a brief moment how they ended up
in this predicament yet again.� All thought was lost when she felt him drag the
tip of his member along the very wet folds of her sex, making her shiver with desire.
He was still staring at her with his jaw set impatiently.

Rukia�s
resolve broke.� Steeling her back against the wall, she rocked her hips
downward, impaling herself on him in one swift move.� They both groaned, and
Ichigo gritted his teeth as he welcomed the sensation of her sex gripping him
tightly.�

�Fuck
Rukia,� Ichigo hissed as he grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, pulling her
head back as he kissed her hard.� She grunted as he continued her downward
motion by drawing back and entering her again.� His legs felt weak, but he
didn�t want to break their connection yet.� Grabbing her ass, he rocked his
hips hard and fast against hers, the liquid heat building between them so fervently
that it made Rukia craned her head back, her mouth gaping open from the wondrous
pleasure.� She could hear Ichigo panting hard as he filled her, a small wheezing
noise escaping his throat.� She loved hearing the noises he made, but she
quickly realized he wasn�t the only one making sounds.� Each time he rocked
into her, little hiccups of air came out of her mouth. He was being unusually
brutal now, pounding into her so hard and fast she was losing her rhythm and
consciousness.

He
gave one last erratic thrust and pulled out of her, stepping back as her legs
came back to the floor.� Rukia mewled with frustration, what was he doing?� He knew
that she loved it like that!� Her legs felt like raw noodles, and her
body tingled with the aftershocks of gratification his body gave her, leaving
her empty and aching for more of his aggressive pounding.� She glared at him as
he stood there, half dressed with his smug look on his face.� Grabbing her
wrist, Ichigo dragged her over to his bed and ungracefully plopped her down on
her back.�� Before she could manage to curse him he pounced on her, grabbing
her slender legs.� He pulled them up, pressing them as far back as they could
go to her chest. She felt so open and exposed in this awkward position; the
cool air that beaded across her flesh excited and disgusted her all at the same
time.

Rukia�s
cheeks grew hot when she watched Ichigo kneel down between her legs, running
his tongue up and down an inner thigh.� In this position she really couldn�t
move; but at this point she really didn�t want to.� Their eyes locked, and
Ichigo smirked.� Rukia shivered, loving the way his hot mouth felt against her
skin.�

Ichigo
darted his tongue out, taking a hard, long lick across the steaming lips of her
sex.� Rukia hips rocked with the contact, throwing her head back against the
mattress.� �He took another tantalizing lap, this time snaking his tongue
between her puffy folds to find her labia. Ichigo let out a throaty hum,
savoring the taste of her.� He became a man possessed when he was down between
her legs, loving the way her legs would shake when she came was quite
gratifying.� �He left go of her thighs, knowing she would obediently keep them
in place as he used one hand to spread the flesh apart, the nub of pleasure now
peaking out.� He gave it several licks, making her hips jump again.� He
chuckled, and as he closed his mouth over the bundle of sensitive flesh he
sucked hard, giving Rukia little bursts of pleasure that shot all over her
body.

�Ohhhhh,
God Ichigo!� Rukia screamed breathlessly.� She jolted when she felt two
thick fingers enter her slick passage, and she lifted her head up to look at
him, watching him as he consumed her like she was the last bit of substance on
the earth.� His eyes drifted up to her flushed face for only a second as he
sped up his motions, and Rukia lost all control as her legs now rested down on
his shoulders.� She dropped her head back again, thrusting her hips into his
face as she felt her orgasm approach fast.� She came hard, closing her eyes
tightly as she rode her pleasure out against his mouth.

His
mouth and chin were covered with her juices as he pulled away gradually, and he
licked his lips greedily.� He could never get enough of drinking her essence;
her sweet but musky flavor was erotically delicious.� Ichigo stood, tugging on
his dress shirt as buttons flew everywhere as he tore it off.� He then pulled
his black tee over his head quickly, throwing it over his shoulder as he kicked
his shoes off, and his pants and underwear soon followed.�

She
sat up on her elbows to gaze at him, drinking in his gorgeous body.� He was a
god. He was looking at her with fire in his eyes as he walked back up to her,
His warm hands grabbing the backs of her knees as he pulled her legs up yet
again.�� She gasped at his roughness; it thrilled her that he was being so
aggressive.� Her head fell back against the mattress again, and her eyes locked
on to his as he now towered over her.�

�Want
more?� Ichigo breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.�

Rukia
felt the heat return to her cheeks and nether regions. �Yes.� She answered
simply.

�Then
no more pacts,� Ichigo ground out, his hardness pressing closely into her juicy
labia.� He pulled back a little and she moaned.� �Say it.� He ordered roughly,
a slight frown on his lips.

Rukia
didn�t care that he wanted her to lie.� She knew that after if was over she
would collect herself and tell him that it was over again, and then they
would negotiate another pact.� She would tell him anything he wanted to hear,
all she cared about now was getting fucked into a coma.� Throwing her head back
submissively, she closed her eyes as she whispered, �No more pacts.�

Ichigo
could do nothing more but growl triumphantly as he thrust into her, and Rukia moaned
with relief. He started off slow, pulling all the way out before entering her
again.� He loved how she gripped and pulled him in with every stroke.� Ichigo
knew he was brought into this life simply to fill hers, and he never felt as
complete as he did right now.� Rukia would forever be etched on his heart, and
whether she loved him or not he would never let her go.�

As
much as she loved how he made her come with his tongue and fingers� having him
inside her, that was another level of pleasure that she hungered for
constantly.� Surrounded by a mass of dark red curls, his magnificent member was
long and thick, with a slight curve that gave it a kind of uniqueness all on
its own.�� With each thrust his smooth sack would touch her hips, sending waves
of delight throughout her entire body.� He knew her body completely, knowing
what angle and depth to take to make her come every single time.� He stroked
her like a finely tuned instrument; always building them up to an earth-moving
crescendo that made them both scream with ecstasy.

Rukia
watched him with his head lowered, watching himself glide in and out of her.�
It was one of the things he often loved to do while they were together, telling
her that it was a mesmerizing an erotic thing to see.� She could tell he was
savoring the moment by the gradual move of his hips, but he only teased her as
he slowly brought her towards the completion she so desperately needed.�

Deciding
to take matters into her own hands, Rukia lifted her hips up to meet with his
each of thrusts, making his head snap up to gaze at her sternly.� When she
attempted to lift her hips up a second time, he met her with a harder shove,
making her gasp.� Smiling darkly, he grabbed her hips, keeping them in place as
he began to pump his hips into hers faster, rotating his hips slowly and then back
into his steady pace.�

�Fuck,
yessss, Ichigo�� Rukia hissed, her hands on his shoulders, her fingers gripping
the muscular flesh vigorously.� Just like that- she loved it.� Throwing
her head back, her eyes rolled back into her head as he stopped to rotate his
hips each time, caressing her erogenous zone.�

His
hands were now under her blouse, nimble fingers pushing up the flimsy material
of her bra as he cupped her pert breasts.� In the midst of all their excitement
he had neglected them, so Ichigo leaned down to take one into his mouth,
sucking hard on the sugary puckered flesh.� Her breasts were just the size he
liked � big enough to fit his palms perfectly.�

The
sensations were beginning to be too much for Rukia to endure. Her body trembled
with the feeling of his hot mouth sucking and nipping her highly sensitive
breasts and his thickness of him plunging in and out of her sopping wet core, quickly
pushing her over the edge.� With one more swivel of his hips he felt her clench
around him hard.�

He
watched her in amazement, withering and moaning as she came harder than he ever
imagined.� She looked angelic as her arms stretched outward, clawing the sheets
as her body coiled up on the bed as she continued to sporadically clench around
him.� She is absolutely beautiful, Ichigo thought to himself proudly,
overjoyed he could satisfy her this well. �Suddenly he felt the pinprick sensations
of his own release shooting up his spine, his balls drawing up tightly as he
felt a shudder overwhelm is entire body.� Gritting his teeth, he pushed into
her three more times, not really wanting the sensation to end but at the fourth
stroke he erupted deeply inside of her, his essence mingling with hers.�

Rukia
was coming down form her orgasm when she saw Ichigo�s face contort with his
release, and he fell against her, his head lying next to her ear.� He sounded
beautiful with his moans, his breath huffing out shakily as he became rigid, and
his arms embraced her tightly.

Rukia
wrapped her arms around Ichigo�s broad shoulders; giggling lightly as heard him
let out a small snore.� He inhaled sharply, rousing himself awake as he pushed
himself off her and onto his side.� �They laid in an odd angle on the bed, with
both of their legs dangling off its edge as they both laid there in tranquil silence.��
He suddenly shifted, sliding his body up to the head of his bed and Rukia
turned over to look at him.� He was smiling down at her dreamily, his face
looking so relaxed and happy as he motioned for her to come lay beside him.�
Rukia hesitated for a second, thinking how she would have to tell him later
that it was a mistake again, and how they had to make another pact� again,
which would prompt a heart-wrenching argument.�

She
decided not to kill the mood.� Rukia relished lying with him after sex.� It was
the one true times they were themselves, even if they didn�t speak a word.� She
embraced the moment; the comfortable silence that enveloped the room and
themselves was the more satisfying than anything in whole world, even if was
for a brief moment.�

We�ll
talk about it in the morning, Rukia finally decided to herself as she
laid her head on Ichigo�s warm chest, loving the feeling of the warm blanket he
covered them with.� At the rate of how we�re making and breaking these
promises, we�re bound to break another again.�

The
End
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