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How Did it Come to This?	By : Itzago-Lukia Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ichigo/Rukia Views: 11723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                Greetings everybody! Sorry for the long wait! I have two more chapter in store. This story will conclude with chapter five. Again I apologize for the long wait, I lost everything I wrote previously because my computer died on me. Chapter 4 will be added shortly probably in a day or two.

Chapter 3
                It’s been a month since the exhilarating bed room incident. After luckily— and surprisingly not getting caught by our significant others, or anyone else, Ichigo and I agreed that we wouldn’t have any sexual encounters with each other. We shook on it. Put our hands on our hips and nervously laughed about it. My, how we lied to one another…Two weeks went by and our visits seem to conduct under some semblance normalcy. There may have been a little sexual tension here or there but it wasn’t to bat an eyelash at.
                If I believed for a second that those feeling would rear their head, I did what any good wife would do – I fucked my husband’s brains out. I assumed Ichigo did the same. It’s funny, even though the tension was minute, it was enough to make want to bury my thoughts about Ichigo by using Renji. Renji didn’t mind of course, not that he knew the exact motive behind it. I enjoyed it as well. Renji was very tender with me and loving. Yet, I feel something deep within me stirring, a desire, almost an itch. An itch that Renji can’t scratch.
The following Tuesday I went back to the Kurosaki house to help that knuckle head, Ichigo with picking out a gift for Mizuiro’s upcoming birthday. We went to a mall together. It had felt like old times. We frantically traded the title of navigator and even though it was my first time seeing a mall so large, Ichigo humored me and let me lead him around. All was going well until we almost held hands when walking side by side. Fingers brushed several times, almost clasping together before we mentally slapped ourselves and remembered we were in public. It jogged our memory, the deal. Right. Stick to it. The moment was thrown by the wayside, as we needed to decide what to buy Mizuiro for his birthday. Right on que, we started arguing over it.
“Cologne would be great for him! Hmm, I wonder what scent he would like.”
“He doesn’t need any smelly cologne,” he growled out, “Plus he’s doing fine when it comes to cougars. We should get him a phone case.”
“He could always use more cougars! A phone case? JUST one?! He’s one of our best friends Ichigo!”
“What the hell do you know?”
“More about your friend than you!!! What an idiot.” People were beginning to stare. I could see in his eyes that there was something else besides aggravation. He wanted to settle this argument differently than just hashing it out verbally. If things were a little different he would have me on my back, fucking me into the mattress telling me “Mizuiro. Is. On. His. Phone. Con-stant-ly. A. Phone. Case. Would. Be. Perfeecttt.” Each word would be punctuated by a rough and precise thrust. He would grind his hips into mine as he draws out the word ‘perfect’. At some point, I would get the upper hand and ride him reverse cow girl. He would just need some bargaining. My voice would come out shaky but my proposition would be a good one. “I’ll let you let you cum in me if you admit that cologne would be best.” We would fuck until we come to an agreement. Such a settlement can’t come to fruition so instead, we got him knew headphones and a gift card.
                It got harder to keep this deal each time we saw one another. The next week, When Renji and arrived at the Kurosaki house, Orihime opened the door with perfect timing. Both she and I decided to wear dresses to Mizoiro’s party. I wore a white short sundress with a pattern that consisted of large petals that were different shades of violet. The dress ended right above my knees. The spaghetti straps were practically useless because of damn top of the dress hugged me so tightly it was boarder-lining on uncomfortable. I painted my finger and toe nails to match the violet of the dress. The block heeled sandals I wore gave me an extra 2 inches to my height. They has a strap that wrapped around my ankles and right before my toes. They slip off easily just in case they get uncomfortable. The final piece was the violet hair clip that held some of my hair loosely and made a few strands stick up or fall to the side. Renji made it abundantly clear that he also liked the dress.
“I love your dress Rukia!” She happily exclaimed. “You look amazing!”
“Same to you, Orihime. And I have to say great minds think a like!” Her pastel green and yellow off-the-shoulder dress made her look stunning. She had a belt around her waist that was tied in the back. The dress flowed as she did a spin for Renji and I. Her lace-up flat sandals showed off her yellow nail polish.
“Come on in you two.” She smiled radiantly practically pulling us in. “Ichigo is still upstairs in bed. Maybe you can get him out of bed, Rukia? I’ve tried to get him up. You have a way with him.”
“Yeah, Rukia. Go up there and kick his ass. We gotta get a move on.” Renji said taking a sit on the couch. “Carrot top is gonna make us late.”
My heart was pounding as I ascended the stairs. “Damn it, why couldn’t he have woken up with Orihime?” my frustration made me say aloud. Too many thoughts to keep up with flashed through my mind, but one thought particularly was reoccurring. “What is he wearing?” Please don’t be naked. Please don’t be naked. I hate to admit it, but I wasn’t quite sure I had the constitution to resist such a remarkable sight. “Just channel your old self, Rukia” I told myself. “kick him in the face, for being lazy.”
I drew closer to the door. I should have been stomping to give warning. Waking him before I got there would have worked out best, especially if he didn’t have any clothes on, but for some reason I padded down the hallway as quietly has my bare feet would let me. Peered in the door as if I would see something petrifying. There he was. His face lacking his trademark scowl. It was pleasant and relax. The blankets were up to his neck, thankfully, and only a bare arm stretched out from the sheets. He looked serene. His breaths were rhythmic and mostly silent.
It was safe to get closer. I tip toed and spoke softly, “Ich…Ichigo.” Each step made something deep within me tighten. “Ichigo…” I didn’t want to startle him. But why not? “I should just do what Renji said a kick or give him a good stomp. It’s not like its Kon in Ichigo’s body, so it won’t get a rise out of him.” I tried to convince myself. Before I knew it, I was stretching out a hand to gently shake him. “Ichi—” the strong arm that wrapped around my waist stopped me from finishing his name. I was pulled down toward him faster than I could react.
“How about we finished what you started earlier, Orihime? His words wisped against my neck.
“…The fuck?” Again, I was interrupted by blinding speed. Somehow, he managed to flip me over him and spin around to where we were in a pseudo 69 position. The blanket protected his modesty, but I was out in the open. He began to explore, finding the end of my dress and yanked over my derrière. His breath dampened the front of my lace tanga panties. He began kneading my cheeks said, “Orihime mmmm? Has your ass gotten softer? And…bigger?” This fool.
“How dense are you?! WAKE UP, MORON!!!” I punched him right in the stomach.
“ARRRRGG! WHAT HELL?! RUKIA!!!!” He scooted from under me and leaped out of the bed. My head turned and put my arms up in protest of the possible nudity. “Chill out, I have pajama bottoms on. Just what the hell are you doing? Where’s Orihime? What hell are you doing hitting me? Isn’t it Kon’s job to get whacked by you”
“She’s downstairs, she couldn’t wake you so she asked me to. How stupid are you Ichigo?” My volume finally coming back down. The blush across my face was beginning to fade. “You should have known it was me by the sound of my voice.”
“I was half asleep dammit! And you were whispering! How the hell was I supposed to know?!”
“Try opening your eyes next time…Wait a minute—” I smiled coyly— “finish what she started, huh? I see you two have been, active.”
“Aww shuddup.” Cute. I managed to make him blush. “Whats it to ya? What about you and Renji? Those were some pretty sexy panties you’re wearing.” I couldn’t fight back the creeping blush.
“Grrrrr. HOW YOU HAVE ANOTHER LOOK!” I leapt delivered a flying kick right to that fool’s face. “Get some damn clothes. We’re going to be late because of you.” With that I rubbed the wrinkles out of my dressed and walked out of the room with my cheeks burning like wildfire.

Thanks for reading everybody! The excitement will roar back up again!
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