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Salvation	By : Mirrors1984 Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 13169 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9
Tatsuki was sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag, completely unaware of what was about to happen that night.
Her dreams were nonexistent. Just a peaceful blackness enhanced by the warmth of her blankets. She could have slept in one of the beds offered to her, but she didn't like the thought of putting one of the twins out of their own beds. It was somewhat uncomfortable to sleep on the floor. The hardness of the ground was minimized by the thin cool cushioning of her borrowed bedding.
"Psst! Tatsuki!"
Frowning at the voice hissing just inches from her face, she rolled on her side and lifted the blankets over her shoulders. Whoever it was would have to wait till she felt like dealing with them.
"Damn it, Tatsuki!" a warm large hand tentatively shook her shoulder, making her moan sleepily. It had been just a gentle swaying that didn't have much effect on her.
The exasperated breathing of the other person reached her ears, but her mind had yet to truly register it.
"Go away...," she mumbled, barely moving her lips.
"As if I could."
Slowly, her slumbering senses became alert. Opening her eyes, she looked over her shoulder and saw a hunched large shadow next to her on the floor. If it had been another house, she would have beaten the crap out of the person rousing her, but the dim street lights shining through the bedroom's window, showed her exactly who was intruding in her sleep.
"Ichigo...?" confused at seeing him there, she lifted half her body on a elbow to better look at him, wearing a puzzled scowl.
"What're you doing here?" she rubbed one of her eyes with her fingertips, keeping her other eye trained on him.
The street lights made his face look paler, the same with his familiar spiky hair. On all fours, he appeared as if he would pounce on her, yet the expression on his face was one of uncertainty.
"I...," his face tensed as he closed his eyes that had looked more reddish under the light flowing into the room. "I just needed to see you."
Making a face at his excuse, she asked slowly,"Needed... to see me?" For some reason those words had her heartbeat racing in odd excitement. Having Ichigo acting so strange wasn't anything to be getting thrilled about.
"Yeah... I... I need you, Tatsuki."
What the hell?!
That was enough to realize what he really meant. Widening her eyes, she noted how his shoulders seemed to tremble in a misplaced anxiety and his brows creased.
"Go back to your room, Ichigo!" she whispered furiously at him, angry that he would be twisted enough to go into the room of his sisters in the dead of night, looking for a 'fix'.
"I'm sorry...," one of his hands grabbed her blankets.
Crap!
He wasn't being threatening or agressive, but he certainly was hard set on getting what he wanted. If his sisters hadn't been peacefully sleeping in the same room, she would have yelled and broken his jaw for even thinking of seducing her. The only thing that kept her from doing so was the thought of how everyone else in the house would react to his condition.
Ichigo was obviously not thinking straight. When the thin blankets were gently pulled of her shoulders the cloth softly dragged over her breasts until stopping at her hips.
"Ichigo...," though she could barely see him in the darkness, she could make out how his hunched form neared hers until he was hovering over her without touching. His body heat and smell was now close enough for her to sense them as if he were blanketing her own body.
She was frozen in shock as one of his hands reached out to cover her stomach. The heat of his open palm seeped through the cotton of her shirt, warming the skin below. She held her breath as that hand began to push her shirt up, purposely making the cloth rub over her skin teasingly.
Between her legs, a strange pooling hot ache began to form and it was frightening to her that he was the one creating it.
In a attempt to stop the new sensation, one of her hands lashed out and grabbed his, ceasing his upward movement just under one of her breasts.
"Stop it!" she spat and he shook his head, his hand persistently pressing, pushing the shirt upward in spite of her hand gripping it.
"I can't...," her legs trembled under the blankets when he moved over her, so that he had his knees on either sides of her hips without actually settling his weight on them. He was slow in his movements, careful as if to keep from scaring her in his obvious dominance.
Nervous, her eyes shot towards Karin's bed that was right beside her chosen sleeping spot on the ground. The younger girl had her back turned towards them and was breathing evenly in her sleep, showing no signs of being disturbed by what was taking place on the floor.
"No one has to find out...," at hearing his tremulous whisper, her gaze snapped to his shadowed face. One half of it was visible to her now. In his pained eyes she could see a battle between yearning and pulling away. Just being above her was proving how much restraint he had.
"Do you have any idea what you're saying, Ichigo?" she whispered back, her hand over his slackneing its hold. In some way she was giving him permission to continue, yet at the same time she was afraid of what giving in would implicate. It was like she was willing to let him take full advantage of her because... she wanted him to.
It was still wrong.
I can't let him... I might as well be raping him! He doesn't really want to do this!
"I know," his hand, now free of her tight hold, lightly brushed the skin of the underside of one of her breasts.
Swallowing when the warmth of his hand snuck under her shirt to surround her small breast, she managed to rasp out, "You... don't want this."
"Hm." her breast was gently kneaded and she blushed in embarassment at how small it was. It didn't compare to those of the other girls she had seen him with. It made her want to yank his hand away, but when his index finger rubbed over her nipple until hardening it painfully, she pushed that thought to the back of her mind.
"You want this as much as I do." His fingers began to tug at her pebled tip and she shuddered as the heat of her sex began to moisten her underwear. It felt as if the insides of her entire body was on fire by just having his fingers pinching and rolling her nipple under her bunched up shirt.
She tried to speak but no words came out. Only a rush of air left her lips when he stopped sweetly torturing her breast to completely push her shirt up to her chin.
Now she was ashamed to the core as her firm pale globes were exposed to him. They looked paler under the light coming from the street, showing how her previously teased point stood out as if begging for him to continue.
"Do you know how much I want this?" he rasped harshly, the hand that had aroused her breast moments earlier reaching out for her own as his weight finally pinned her hips.
His hand trembled as he guided her to touch the hardness between his legs. Her stomach clenched at the fact that her skin was directly touching the increadibly rigid silken flesh of his sex.
"Ich...," her fingers instinctively tightened around the thickness that seemed to pulse fiercely at her touch. He bit back a groan, his hand moving hers so that it went up and down the stiff organ. Her eyes grew large in alarm at how long he was. Never in her life would she have guessed that Ichigo had such an intimidating tool. Just the thought of him wanting to push that into her body had her breathing speed up in fearful curiousity.
If I let him to do it to me, I bet it'd hurt like a bitch.
"Let's go to my room...," his hand left hers and at that moment, Tatsuki felt it was the right time to back down.
Pulling away from the rubbery hardness, she shook her head, and then jerkily pulled her shirt down with the hand that had once caressed him.
"Go back to your room alone, Ichigo," her low voice was firm and he stiffened above her at the blunt rejection. She had to stop him. It was painful for her that he had stooped so low as to come to her. Even though she was growing aroused by what could happen, she couldn't bring herself to accept him.
"Are you sure... you don't want to do it?" his voice was strained, carrying some bits of anger and hope. He was probably angry at how she had practically told him to back off.
"Yes...," it was hard just saying that to him when the truth was that she was far too curious about what he had to offer.
A low short laugh left his lips. It was a mirthless scoffing sound.
"I don't believe you. If you had wanted me to go jerk off by myself, you wouldn't have let me feel you up."
Her lips parted in surprise. Was this how he treated other girls? His words were heavy with promise accompanied by resentment towards her.
"Tatsuki...," the hardness in his voice disappeared and she blanched at how he lowered his chest to hers. It became obvious that he had no shirt on by how his smooth hard chest pressed her clothed breasts. His hot breath tickled her ear as he pressed his cheek against hers to whisper,"Do you really want me to stop?"
She couldn't answer him as he moved his hips over hers, while still straddling her. His moan sounded loud and tortured in her ear as he braced his weight on his elbows. She could only feel his chiseled upper chest crushing her torso, and how his heartbeat pounded wildly against her.
"Do you want to fuck me, Tatsuki?"
Her breathing grew harsh at his soft breathless question. Ichigo was aroused to the point of becoming a degenerate. She knew that anything she said wouldn't deter him.
"I... I can't...," a grimace crossed her features when his teeth gently tugged at her earlobe. Just having him doing that had the entire side of her neck and spine tingle.
"What do I have to do to convince you?" Half of his chest lifted off her so that only one of his arms held his weight above her. With one arm free, he slowly dragged his hand between them so that it caressed her belly lightly. She gulped when his fingers trailed down her clothed stomach until reaching the waistband of her shorts. He couldn't go further because he was sitting on her and at realizing this, he rose up by a couple of inches.
"Ichigo-," a gasp escaped her the instant his hand cupped her sex. He pressed his palm against her, firmly dragging the heel of it so that her folds rubbed together and stimulated her hidden nub. A blush of mortification scorched her face at how wetness seemed to leak out of her at that action.
"Let's go to my room," he repeated more commandingly now, one of his fingers pushing down between her folds to further arouse her.
Gritting her teeth at how unfair it was that he had the upper hand, one of her hands grabbed the back of his head. His hair was surprisingly soft, in spite of how spiky and wild it was, but that didn't stop her from gripping a handful of it to twist painfully. The breathing in her ear had just been pushing her futher and she just had to get him away.
He tensed when she pulled hard at him and in a form of punishment, his pleasuring hand lowered so that his fingers firmly prodded a particular aching spot of her sex. Even though she had both her underwear and shorts serving as a barrier from him, he was still capable of exciting her core by merely pressing and rubbing.
"Tatsuki...," he gasped, still stubbornly keeping his lips close to her ear, regardless of her hard tugging at his hair to get him away from it. His fingers continued to push at her, all of the digits pressed together. If she hadn't had anything covering her sex, he would have been thrusting them in since he was directly jabbing at her wet opening.
Her breaths were coming out hard and fast at how he wiggled them against her, making her own soaked underwear caress her.
"Fuck me."
Goddamn it, Ichigo!, her gripping hand twisted his hair as she tried to fight what he was bringing up in her. The more he had his fingers moving in a parody of sex, the closer she came to orgasm.
"Still don't want to go to my room?" he pressed his fingers harder at her aching opening.
She might as well be torn in two. Her body loved what he was doing with his fingers, but her mind shouted that he was only doing it out of need for his own release. He wasn't doing out of particularly desiring her. No, he just wanted what her body could give him. There was no way that Ichigo would choose her when she had seen him with beautiful more feminine girls than her. It was clear that she wasn't his type, despite his violently twitching erection and how his breath caught in his throat whenever he moved his fingers in way that he was steadily pushing her moist underwear into her.
"No..." trying to keep her voice low, she tugged at his hair again and he hissed.
As if to agonize her already confusing thoughts, he shifted above her while continuing to arouse her with his cursed digits.
If things keep going like this, he'll fuck me right here!
"Touch me...," he whimpered in pain, and she could see that he was writhing while his hips just hovered over her. Ichigo was desperate and barely keeping in control. All he wanted was for her to say a yes to him. "Just touch me, if you don't want to do it..."
Was it alright if she did touch him like he said? She had a feeling that if she did, she would become only more blind to the wrongness of the situation. She would be encouraging him.
"We... we can't do this here," her throat was dry as her whisper flowed out. It sounded like the voice of a sick exhausted woman. A woman that was fighting something beyond her. She loosened her grip in his hair to let him know what she meant.
That was all he needed to hear, for when those rasped words left her lips, he moved his chest off hers and sat up. With his weight pinning her hips to the floor once more, he dragged his hand away from her sex, deliberately teasing it by pressing before removing it completely away.
"Then you'll go to my room with me?"
Crap! I can't think straight! Her breathing quickened at what she was agreeing to. Ichigo had made her so painfully aroused and aching that she would easily give into his demands.
Manipulative bastard!
He was silent waiting for her reply and even in the darkness of the room, she should see the shadowed shape of his broad shoulders and how the light glowed on half of his face. The one eye visible was intense and staring right down at her, instantly making her self-conscious. He didn't say anything about how her breathing came out anxiously through her parted lips and how heavy-lidded her confused lusty eyes looked to him. Nonetheless, she was still rather ashamed of being seen that way.
"Do you?" his fingertips brushed the waistband of her shorts before threateningly tugging as if to pull them down.
"Y-yes!" though she hated answering his question, he immediately pulled his hand away and rose off her, taking off his feverish warmth.
What have I just done?
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A/N: Yes, I've decided to split it into two parts, since it's a very loooooooooooooooooong lemon that's going to take place and I like bugging the crap outta readers. HEHEHEHEHEH... At BattleCry Sorry about that, but the lemon is almost finished and will be posted once I tweak it a bit. *winces* I usually like to post 'teasers' before really getting to the first actual lemon.
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