Body Shock

Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach and its characters. Ichigo may possibly own me.

A.N: Nearly there. Two chapters in one update to finish off.

WARNING: This is a lemon chapter. You don't like it, don't read it.

Rukia's eyes opened. She was aware that she was crying again. She hadn't known that it was possible to cry in your sleep. She rubbed her eyes, eager to get rid of the tears. She didn't want to go to school tomorrow.

And now she couldn't sleep. She was so worried about...everything. She didn't know how any of this was going to turn out. She paced back and forth a few times, careful not to make too much noise. She knew that the rest of the family was fast asleep and she didn't want to disturb them. She knew that if they were asleep, then Ichigo would come through the window. There was nothing to do but wait. Rukia had spent a long time contemplating her role in this whole dilemma. She was sick of thinking about it. She just wanted Ichigo to come back so that she could say sorry to him properly and maybe explain herself.

Rukia stood at the window, looking out. What did she expect to see, exactly? Hopefully Ichigo rounding the corner and maybe looking up at her, waving to her from where she stood before proceeding to climb up to the window.

She definitely would not be able to sleep until he came back. Then she would crawl into the cupboard or something, or spend some time talking to him if he wanted to talk. But sleeping was out of the question. She might have horrible dreams again.

She was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the door open and close behind her. She physically jumped as a finger tapped her on the shoulder lightly.

Ichigo looked with amusement at Rukia's shocked and scared expression as she whirled around to face him.

"Ichigo!" She said his name as if she couldn't believe that it was him; as if she was checking to see that she hadn’t made some kind of mistake in the dark. Although it wasn't too dark in the room. There was enough light that you could see. She decided that it wouldn't be appropriate to fling her arms around him.

"Yeah."

"You...came back."

"Yeah." Ichigo scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Well, I kinda had to. This is my room anyway."

"But...I thought that you would come through the window."

"I felt like using the front door. Besides, everyone's gone to bed and when them lot sleep, it's pretty hard to wake them up. Especially since Dad snores so loudly we've all just gotten used to noise." Ichigo studied Rukia as he chattered pointlessly. She had definitely been crying more since he had left her. She also looked a little tired. Not sleepy, but more emotionally exhausted.

Rukia looked at Ichigo. His expression was hard to read. He still had his usual scowl and intolerant look but he seemed to be thinking about something. Wondering whether this was a dream, Rukia folded her arms shyly and carefully pinched herself. She didn't yelp but the pain was there. She bit her lip and decided to take the plunge.

"I-If...you don't want us to be together anymore...then I understand." She bowed her head. "I...I'm sorry that this whole thing happened. I-If I can make it up to you...Or if you just want me gone, then I'll g-go." She felt as if she was choking on her words. "I don't want to cause any more trouble. I already told Kon to go away and I've b-been waiting here because I wanted to know what you wanted to do. I didn't mean for this to happen..." She looked up, her eyes filling with tears. "Ichigo, I..."

He had listened to her speak but before she had opened her mouth, Ichigo had known that he would forgive her. He had already forgiven her, anyway. He had to thank Chad again later. And maybe, in some small way he had to thank Kon.

Yes, the whole business was fucked up. But he wasn't going to let it mess things up with Rukia.

"Hey." Ichigo touched the side of her face and used his thumb to wipe away some of her tears. "Stop that, yeah?"

"Ichigo..."

"Stop saying my name like that." He smiled reassuringly at her. "It's ok."

Rukia stared at him. "What?"

"I said it's ok. Let's not talk about it anymore."

"B-but..."

"Look, Rukia." Ichigo let her go and Rukia mourned inwardly, wishing for more contact because at least then she knew that Ichigo didn't hate her. He couldn't hate her if he was touching her. "I don't wanna talk about it because it's already been done to death for me. I've thought about it too much. And the basic idea is whatever happened, happened. Let's just move on."

"Move on?"

"I said there'd be problems, didn't I?"

"But..." Rukia blinked doubtfully. "You didn't mean problems like this."

"Yeah, well..." Ichigo shrugged. "Whatever. Do you want to stay together or not? Breaking up after a day is sort of pitiful, don't you think?"

Rukia couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was sure that there was more to it but she didn't dare to ask any questions right now. If she did, she risked annoying Ichigo and if she did that then she risked messing up whatever second chance she had been given.

"Just forget about it, ok?" Ichigo moved closer and drew Rukia against him. She melted into his embrace and closed her eyes as she leaned against him. "I wanted to say sorry for freaking out earlier." Rukia wanted to say that Ichigo didn't have to be sorry. "You might think I don't have to say it, but I'm saying it anyway. I sorted Kon out. He's coming back tomorrow night. I think we should just put this whole thing behind us."

"He's coming back?" Rukia stiffened, feeling herself flush. How could she face him?

"Yeah, he's coming back. We made a sort of promise. Like a truce of some kind. He needs us and we sort of need him. So we just forget about this whole business. We don't forgive, well, maybe not straight away, but we try and forget. Sort of like what Chad said, but not quite."

"Sado?" Rukia was confused. What did that other guy have to do with things?

"Yeah. We're all gonna get along the best we can. Kon knows you're mine anyway." Ichigo kissed the top of Rukia's head affectionately.

Rukia smiled. "I'm yours."

"Yeah. I guess you are."

Rukia buried her face against Ichigo's chest, feeling hot tears well up again.

"Hey, are you getting my shirt wet?" Ichigo looked down at Rukia, who was keeping her face hidden.

"No."

"Yeah you are."

Rukia sniffled. "Why aren't you punishing me?"

"Huh?" Ichigo was taken aback but he stayed still and instead his face rearranged itself into a look of confusion. "Punishing you?"

"I...should have known that it was you. If I loved you enough I would have been able to tell straight away that something wasn't right. But instead, I was so wrapped up in myself that I didn't pay enough attention. And this whole mess got started and I should have stopped it...I just thought that the night was going to be so perfect that I didn't even consider the possibility of something going wrong." Rukia's eyes were filled with the colour of Ichigo's t-shirt. Her vision was blurry and her cheeks were wet with tears dripping onto Ichigo's clothes. "And I don't know how you can even continue this relationship...You shouldn't be taking me back like this. You should be throwing me out, or getting angry with me...or something! Not just acting so nice!" She broke off as a sob forced its way up her throat.

Ichigo's smile was gentle. "You're so troublesome."

Rukia sobbed again.

"Rukia, I like you a lot. Hell, I might even say that I love you. And if that's the case, then no matter what you do, I'll take you back because I know you'd do the same for me. It's not as if I wanna let you go, anyway." He emphasised that by squeezing her tightly. "But...are you really eager for me to do something to you?"

"I..." Rukia coughed. "It...doesn't feel right."

"All right, then. I'll prove something to you." Ichigo squeezed Rukia again and reached down, tilting her face up so that she had to look at him. "Stop crying." He said it curtly. "Before it gets annoying." With that, he snatched her mouth up in a kiss.

Rukia held onto Ichigo as he kissed her. Even though she wanted to cry some more because she was happy that he was willing to kiss her, she didn't dare. His kiss was strong, commanding her to kiss him back, which she did. His lips were warm and his tongue was invasive, dipping into her mouth to taste her as his hands gripped her tightly. Rukia felt light-headed as his hands wandered lower and cupped her butt. She gasped into his mouth, surprised. What was he doing?

Ichigo broke the kiss, grinning wickedly. He didn't think he could sleep yet. And if Rukia wanted proof and forgiveness, then he would give it to her. But he would do it properly. He wasn't one for romantic stuff. Not now, anyway. Hearing her gasp had awakened something in him and he wanted to surprise her a little more. What the hell, nobody would wake up and Kon wouldn't be around until tomorrow.

He didn't know what had come over him all of a sudden. He blamed Rukia. She was staring at him but at least she had stopped crying. Maybe this was the way to go. Surprise her so much that she didn't have time to cry, and let her know that he still wanted to be with her. He was horny and he didn't want anyone else, anyway.

Rukia let Ichigo grab her and kiss her in that same forceful way. She didn't resist him. She was willing to give him everything she had. She could feel warmth flowing through her body and she could feel Ichigo starting to warm up as well. She could feel something pressing against her and wondered what had brought this on. Still, it wasn't a bad thing. Ichigo was now tugging at her lower lip, nipping gently between kisses. She tried to do the same but he told her not to by squeezing her butt tightly again. So Rukia simply let him do what he wanted.

She understood, now. Ichigo was proving that he wanted her.

Ichigo lifted Rukia easily, stopping the kiss. Rukia thought that he was going to carry her to the bed as he moved in that general direction but was taken by surprise when he slammed her up against the wall instead. The force made her back ache dully, her shoulders taking most of the impact. She had narrowed her eyes a little in pain.

Ichigo knew that he hadn't hurt her badly. Rukia was stronger than she looked. He wasn't going to apologise. This wasn't what this was about. He held her against the wall, lifting her slightly so that he was able to get a little relief by pressing his cock against Rukia's centre. There were still clothes in the way of course. But Ichigo knew that they wouldn't last long, not the way things were going. As he hitched up the bottom of her dress, he noted with satisfaction that he was one step closer to her.

He was glad that he had more upper body strength than he used to. He could manage to hold Rukia up a little longer. He pushed himself against her, trapping her with the whole length of his body. He felt her legs circle around his waist instinctively. He pushed hard all of a sudden, causing her to breathe in sharply and he chuckled.

Hearing Ichigo's low chuckle made Rukia flush all over. It was a quiet sound but it had such a sense of wickedness and fun in it that she couldn't help but be turned on a little more. Ichigo was heating her up more and more as he continued kissing and pushing against her. She knew that she was already wet because she felt particularly hot in lower areas and a certain spot was tingling sharply, waiting to be touched.

He was going to make her wait a little. Ichigo broke off the kiss and took in the sight of Rukia breathing hard, her back pressed against the wall, her dress slightly crumpled pushed up to expose her thighs. Still holding her firmly, he used one hand to pull her head to one side, exposing her neck. He stayed still and pulled her dress away slightly to expose part of her shoulder and her throat. Then, he slowly dragged his tongue up her skin, following her shoulder to the curve of her neck and up to her earlobe. He nibbled softly on the earlobe, his breath echoing in her ear and tickling her slightly. He felt her shiver a little involuntarily and took his lips down to that beautiful sweep of her neck, dotting the area with gentle kisses.

Rukia let herself go. She knew that Ichigo wouldn't drop her so she could afford to go limp as he applied kisses to one of her sensitive places Her arms looped lazily around his neck and her fingers wanted to trace circles on his back and shoulders to tell him that she really liked what he was doing. She did so but then he stopped and stayed perfectly still. Rukia opened her eyes and was about to protest but the moment she stopped moving her fingers, Ichigo started to kiss her neck again. Ah yes, that was the way it was going to go. A sigh escaped her lips and she could feel Ichigo smiling.

He made her cry out when he suddenly bit down. His teeth pressed into her neck. Not hard enough to mark but not too light that she couldn't feel it. When he pulled away, Rukia was shaking. His bite had sent shivers up her spine and made her want to cling to him more, push his head against her so that he could continue latching onto her with his teeth. He let go, his teeth scraping along her flesh, making her wince slightly. She didn't hear him apologise for causing her pain but she didn't want him to, either.

It was time to move things along. Ichigo pulled Rukia away from the wall and fell with her onto the bed, positioning himself in-between her legs and kissing her again, tugging at her lower lip while dragging his hands up her body, pulling her dress along with them. Swiftly, he heaved her so that she was sitting up and then removed her dress, Rukia lifting her arms willingly to allow the garment to slip off. He tossed it carelessly to one side and then lay her back down, making sure the whole of his body was pressed against her, letting her feel for sure how aroused he was. She was wriggling underneath him but he had her pinned down so that her movements were not too great. It made it easier for him to push her hair out of the way so that he could bite her neck again.

The way that Ichigo was biting her neck showed his hunger. He was doing it so roughly but also gently. She could definitely feel his teeth pinching her skin but she could sense his hesitation in some places, not wanting to tear her skin or leave any marks. She kept her eyes closed, all of her body suddenly alive with feeling as he dragged his hand to palm her breast, rolling the erect nipple between his finger and thumb. He pinched roughly and Rukia gasped. Did she just hear Ichigo laugh quietly again? The thought went out of her head when Ichigo held her shoulder and moved his head down so that he was level with her chest.

A rush of need flooded through her when his mouth closed over one nipple and his other hand moved to fondle her other breast firmly. He sucked and nipped, causing Rukia to let out little cries. His tongue licked from the underside of her breast and up to circle around her nipple before he took it into his mouth once more and sucked hard. Rukia arched her back, urging for him to take more into his mouth but he didn't, instead enjoying feeling her body cry out for him to do more to her.

Could he manage to do this? Ichigo wanted to give Rukia pleasure but he didn't want to do with too much tenderness or romance. He knew that wasn't what Rukia wanted right now and truth be told, it wasn't what he wanted, either. He rolled off her and ticked her belly. She squirmed and opened her eyes. Her eyes were full of a dependency. She wanted something that only he could give her. Forgiveness, yes, but also something else.

He needed to keep things moving. Any pausing allowed for both of them to think and Ichigo didn't want to think. He wanted to feel.

He slotted one hand in-between her legs, propping himself up on his elbow to watch. Rukia was moving, pressing her crotch against his hand, dying for him to remove her underwear so that she was naked and he was touching her very centre. Not yet. Just a little bit more of this. He groped her softly and then alternated between touching the inside of her thighs and skimming the top of her panties before diving back in and feeling that her underwear was already wet and only getting wetter.

He crawled back down the bed and pulled Rukia's panties off. When he threw them, they landed beside her dress. He smiled with amusement at the growing pile of clothing but it wasn't time for him to be naked yet. If he was naked, then nothing would stop him from going to the final act and fucking her like crazy. He would fuck her but not yet. Not yet. He had to keep telling himself that because every time his cock brushed against her whenever he moved across her body, he was reminded of what he was denying himself.

He had to concentrate on Rukia only. Seeing her lying in front of him, completely helpless because of her desire, was enough to drive him crazy. Ichigo bit down on the inside of his cheek, the slight pain helping him to keep control of himself. But she was beautiful, lying there, her dark hair messy from where she had been moving her head along the pillow, her chest heaving and making her breasts bounce gently, her flat stomach leading down to the patch of dark hair that hid the place he was aiming for, her shapely legs laying slightly open, ready for him.

Keep moving.

He lowered himself to face her pussy directly. Gulping but keeping quiet so that she wouldn't hear and couldn't tell how nervous he was, he pushed her legs open, allowing him to see and reach her more easily. Her folds were glistening with the moisture that was coming from her opening. He took one finger and carefully pushed aside her folds, trying to remember what it was he was supposed to do.

Rukia lay there, her heart rate increasing and her breathing changing with her anticipation. She shivered as Ichigo slowly slid one finger into her opening, her pussy welcoming the invasion, her inner muscles twitching slightly.

He was sure that she could take one more finger. Ichigo slowly drew his finger out and added another, hearing Rukia gasp as he did so. He didn't dare to add another but instead pulled his fingers out so that only the very tips were inside her before pushing them back in so that his knuckles came into contact with her dripping pussy. He did it again, liking the way that his fingers slid in and out so easily, trying not to shiver as he thought of how easily his cock would do the same. Rukia was starting to move a lot more but Ichigo knew that he could push her further. He wouldn't fuck her yet. Not just yet.

As he watched his fingers move, he looked more closely at Rukia's pussy, noticing something. A small, round raised area near the top. Realising what it was made Ichigo blush a little. He was glad that Rukia couldn't see him. He swallowed, commanding himself to get a grip and then he slowly moved closer. Rukia's scent was starting to wash over him. It was heady and intoxicating, making his mouth water a little. Need he feel ashamed? No. She was his girlfriend and he simply wanted to give her pleasure.

Tentatively as he continued to finger-fuck her, Ichigo extended his tongue and carefully touched it to her clit.

The reaction for Rukia was electric as she cried out a little louder than before. Ichigo wondered whether anyone in the house had heard that but when he looked up, her saw that Rukia was holding her hands over her mouth and keeping her eyes closed tightly. She knew that she shouldn't make too much noise. The way that she was restraining herself would mean that she would make noise that only they would hear. Everyone else in the house slept with their bedroom doors closed so hopefully that would muffle most of the sound. Ichigo smiled. Rukia was more than capable.

He lowered his head once more and licked softly at her clit again, causing Rukia to jerk. He kept the movement of his fingers steady and with his free hand, held her down as much as he could so that her legs were still open. His tongue flicked as softly as possible over her erect clit. Ichigo decided that he would see what gave her the most pleasure. The taste on his tongue made his mouth tingle a little, not in a bad way but in a way that made him not mind licking at her juices and bringing her more pleasure. He changed the way he licked, swirling his tongue around her clit as best he could. That certainly got a reaction; Rukia moaned and pushed her hips up, pushing her pussy towards him more. Ichigo smiled inwardly, noting that she seemed to like that more than simply licking her clit directly. He continued to sweep his tongue all around her clit, causing her to shake and utter little moans and cries. All the while he kept his fingers moving, curling them slightly to see if that would get a reaction. Nothing extra happened so he stopped that and continued to pump his fingers into her directly. They were slick and slipper with her juices. Ichigo closed his lips over her clit and sucked gently, hearing Rukia cry out sharply. From then on, he alternated between sucking on her clit and licking all around it, knowing that it was this that would make Rukia feel the most pleasure.

As Ichigo continued, Rukia felt like she was dying from the pleasure that he was giving her. He was being so attentive to her, carefully noting what gave her more pleasure and what did not give her as much pleasure and then repeating the things that she liked the best. She hadn't even known that she would like having her clit licked and sucked in this way but Ichigo was learning fast what pleased her while Rukia was discovering all sorts of things that he could do. Her cries were becoming more frequent and every time she opened her eyes, she glanced down to see Ichigo's head moving as he pleasured her with his mouth and his arm moving as he pleasured her with his fingers. The sight turned her on a little more and it wasn't too long before she could feel everything starting to tickle a little more, every lick of Ichigo's tongue driving her closer and closer to the edge. He was licking her to orgasm and he knew it because he was starting to get faster in his movements. He wanted her to reach her peak. And he was doing everything that he could to make sure she did.

And then afterwards he was going to fuck her.

As Ichigo pushed his fingers into her as deep as he could, Rukia came, her vision seeming to explode and everything in the world disappearing so that she was focused on one spot and one person. Her body shook uncontrollably and Ichigo slowed down, eventually pulling away as her body slowed also to tremble with the occasional aftershock. Rukia was breathing hard, coming down from her high, watching through half-closed eyes as Ichigo sat up and started to undress himself.

No rest for her. Ichigo pulled off all of his clothes and moved to hold himself up over Rukia, getting ready. He dug his fingers into the bed, steeling himself, knowing that she was feeling a little tired.

He thought for a second of how it must have been for Kon. He shuddered a little but luckily Rukia had closed her eyes, still trying to recover so she didn't see. Maybe he was being too quick to forgive. Having to see Kon every day, knowing what had happened...

Ichigo faltered.

But they needed Kon. Rukia couldn't always be around Ichigo and if there was a hollow around...Saving people's lives mattered a whole lot more than avoiding someone you didn't like. He wasn't a patient person. It was all for Rukia. And for all of those people who would depend on him.

There was no point in going over other things that he had already tortured himself with. He dragged his mind back to focus on the heat radiating from Rukia, warming him as he drew closer to her.

He bit his lip and impaled her in one thrust. Rukia's eyes snapped open and her face showed a mixture of pain and pleasure, caught off-guard by Ichigo's sudden movement. But now that Ichigo was inside her, she felt herself automatically adjusting to his length and thickness, felt her inner muscles moving to hold him to her, felt another sensation welling up in her that begged for him to move.

He stared down at Rukia, taking in her expression, allowing her to adjust for a brief moment. She was so hot inside. His cock was surrounded by unbearable warmth, the heat seeping into him and fuelling the desire to move. He pulled out only to thrust in quickly once again, Rukia taking a sharp breath as he did so. He stayed still then, feeling her move around him.

Ichigo grabbed Rukia's wrists and pulled her arms up, pinning them above her head. She was about to ask what he was doing but she kept her mouth closed, understanding that this was what she had wanted all along. His grip around her wrists was tight and she was stretched out, the way he was holding her making it very difficult for her to move.

Ichigo closed his eyes, trying not to think about all of the things that he had thought about before. Trying to stay calm.

Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Ichigo tightened his grip, making Rukia grit her teeth in pain. He watched as he started to push himself into her and then pull out, push in and then pull out. She was starting to get a little bit wetter which was making it easier for him to fuck her. Don't think about it. Ichigo chanted those words to himself as he started to build a steady rhythm, pushing his cock into her as deeply as he could, trying to push all of the bad thoughts out of his head. Thoughts that he was too forgiving, thoughts that people deserved more punishments and thoughts that nothing could ever be the same again.

As his speed started to increase, he closed his eyes, still chanting to himself not to think about it, still pinning down Rukia's wrists. But the more he tried not to, the more his anger started to build. How stupid he had been! Was it too late to take everything back? He grunted as he felt Rukia struggle underneath him and faintly wondered whether he was hurting her.

Both of them. He ought to get rid of both of them. Becoming a shinigami was the start of all this trouble anyway. He should never have met Rukia. Ichigo screwed his eyes shut tightly, still moving in Rukia. He didn't want either of them near him. He shouldn't have been so forgiving. Nobody deserved forgiveness, especially not after what they did.

He heard someone faintly calling his name. Slowly, he realised that Rukia was calling him and he opened his eyes. She was lying underneath him obediently, eyes looking up at him, brimming with tears. Ichigo stopped moving but remained inside her.

"Ichigo..." Rukia blinked back the moisture that was starting to seep from her eyes, trying to ignore the stinging pain in her wrists. "I'm sorry."

He stayed still for a few moments. Rukia could see the blank expression in his eyes slowly leaving and then he nodded gently, releasing his grip and allowing her to put her arms around his neck and pull him closer to her.

He started to move again as they kissed. He relaxed as Rukia stroked her fingers up his spine and carefully moved her hips in time to match his thrusts. His head was clear. Only Rukia mattered right now and the way that she was so soft and warm, holding him close to her, meeting each of his movements.

He sighed and started to grind himself against her, eager to go deeper, as deeply as possible. He could feel his pleasure building, feel himself hardening. Every inch of his body was starting to tingle and became more aware. He could feel every last touch of Rukia's, like an imprint on his back. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Ichigo looked into Rukia's large dark eyes, keeping a steady pace. He didn't cry out as he felt himself explode, shooting into her, feeling the combined heat of their two bodies painfully, almost as if he was being burned. He faintly registered Rukia holding him tightly as he thrust into her a few more times, feeling the last traces of a tickling sensation leave. He didn't pull out of her, though. He lay there on top of her for a while, resting his head on her shoulder.

When they eventually pulled themselves away from each other, they lay as closely as they could together, not saying a word.