Body Shock

Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach and its characters, not me. Unfortunately. I'm just a non-profit fanfiction writer. Also unfortunately.

A.N: This is for Coffee Gyrl, nonengel, ablirim, dark_Angel, JWM and Lease242.

*eats cookies*

Thank you everyone for reviewing. Thanks for reading as well. This chapter took ages to write. Sorry if I kept you waiting.

WARNING: This is a lemon chapter. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Knowledge is anime-based.


Ichigo felt that he couldn't really tire of this. He couldn't say that Rukia tasted of strawberries, or honey, or anything sweet like that. But she did taste sweet in another way. He couldn't really describe her taste as anything except...well...Rukia. In his opinion it was impossible for a person to taste like a dessert, but Rukia was the sweetest girl he had ever tasted. Not that he had tasted anyone else, but that was beside the point.

Now that they were together with no pesky covers in the way, he felt a lot warmer. Or was that because she had wrapped one leg around him as they both lay on their sides, facing each other? He hadn't been able to stop himself gripping her a little more tightly. That had been his response and she hadn't resisted his hold. In fact, had she moved so that she fitted to him more easily? It was strange holding a girl so close like this. He was able to feel the shape of her against him. She had feminine curves that he had never felt or noticed before. What had he been doing all this time? Keeping his distance, acting cool, brushing her aside when he could have been next to her feeling like this.

"Moron," he said half to himself, taking a brief break from kissing Rukia.

"What did you call me?"

"I wasn't saying it to you," Ichigo said dismissively, pulling her in again.

It felt comfortable having her leg where it was, knee slightly bent, using it to hold Ichigo closer to her. It was almost a natural position to lie in. She hoped that she wasn't hurting his arm by having her head half resting on it and the pillow. Her hands and arms were occupied holding him. Or maybe she was holding onto him because she started to notice that his kisses were becoming ever so slightly fiercer. She could sense that he was frustrated about something. She was keeping as still as she could except for the movement of her lips but she noticed that he was starting to move around a little more. Then she realised what was happening.

Dammit. All of that kissing and holding had started to make him feel slightly uncomfortable. Ichigo tried to stop himself moving but it wasn't working. It didn't help that Rukia's leg was tightly in place, holding him to her. Holding his...to her...

Shit. He was hard and he couldn't help it. He tried to tell himself to stop moving but that was just making it worse. Denying himself something that was right in front of him... Rukia wasn't exactly pulling away, though.

That familiar warmth yet again stirring in lower areas of her body. The slight tickle whenever Ichigo pressed himself against her. She could feel that hard bulge pressing into her again and the thought of what had happened last night made her squirm a little as a small wave of heat rushed through her.

Ichigo couldn't help the small gasp that he uttered when Rukia moved as a small wave of heat rushed through him, but specifically in one place. It felt good. He wanted to reach down and relieve a little of the pressure that was starting to build. Or better still, get Rukia to do it for him.

No.

He pushed Rukia away and lay on his back, breathing hard, his eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. He couldn't. No. He mustn’t. They were moving too fast.

But hadn't a part of him always wanted her in that way?

Hadn't he allowed himself to think of her once or twice?

Even though he didn't know what she looked like naked, hadn't entertaining the possibility been part of the reason why he had become so hard on more than one occasion?

Hadn't she been the reason why he had experienced a fantastic orgasm of his own?

But he had felt guilty of it afterwards. Guilty and more than a little stupid.

And that was what he felt like now. Part of him wanted to grab her and make all of those fleeting thoughts a reality. See what she looked like with no clothes on, feel nothing between them, taste nothing else. Another part of him wanted to take things slow. Stop this; just kiss for a little while. Later on, go out. On a date or something. Wasn't that usually how things went? They were moving way too fast.

"Ichigo?" She had been surprised of course when he had pushed her away but now that had changed to worry as she looked at him. His long legs were outstretched, there was a distinctive shape in his trousers and his chest was heaving. He raised his hands to cover his eyes for a moment, the movement allowing his school shirt, which had been loosely hanging over his trousers, to creep up, giving her a hint of skin underneath. He moved again and ran his hands through his hair, staring at the ceiling almost as if trying to concentrate on something.

"What is it?" She moved closer and touched his shoulder.

Ichigo brought himself to look at her concerned expression. "Nothing...I just..." He watched her blink and look at him uncertainly. "I don't think we should do this."

"You don't want to?"

"It's not that."

"Then what?"

"We're just moving a little fast, don't you think?"

She frowned at him, not understanding the point that he was making. "No."

"Maybe it's not the right time for this."

"Why not?"

He took an awkward breath, willing her to understand. Did she really think differently?

Rukia thought for a second as she looked at Ichigo, obviously unwilling to voice what was bothering him. Then it came to her. He was worried about her injuries. It was too soon after she had been hurt...he felt concerned for her because of that. She broke into a smile. Just like last night when he had been so focused on her. It wasn't his turn to do that.

She lay down beside him, turning on her right side so that she could rest her head on his shoulder and put her left arm across his body. "I'm ok."

Ichigo looked down at her and saw that she was smiling. What was that smile for?

"You're ok?" She was fine with it?

"Yeah." Rukia slowly dragged her hand down his side, reaching his hip and then moving to his leg. She made her hand creep slowly up his thigh before skimming back up to his belly, gently slipping a hand underneath his t-shirt.

Ichigo closed his eyes and let himself feel her hand exploring his body. This must be new to her, too. Wait...how old was Rukia exactly? Had she...done this before?

As her fingers lightly skimmed his erection, he shivered and decided not to think about it. He could only think of a few things right now, anyway.

She was pleased with his little shiver and placed her hand gently over his crotch. She looked up to see that he had his eyes closed and his brow furrowed, almost as if he was trying to resist her touch.

Was this really fine by her? Ichigo felt as if he couldn't stand it with her hand just touching him. His resolve was weakening and as he turned his head to look at her, he decided that he was lost.

If she was fine with it, then why shouldn't he be?

Was he fine with it?

Rukia was moving closer to him, still keeping her hand where it was, patiently waiting. She slowly moved down and pressed her lips to his again.

As they started to kiss once more, Ichigo made his decision. He was glad that Rukia was with him.

He wouldn't have anyone else.

She wasn't moving her hand, almost as if she was unsure that she should. Ichigo couldn't help but move his own body so that he was gently rubbing against her. As Rukia took the hint and groped him softly, Ichigo shivered again. He shivered as she moved her fingers to grip him as well as she could through his trousers. He shivered when she squeezed him. He shivered when she started to move her hand awkwardly along his length. The little grunts he made let her know what he was enjoying what she was doing and served to make her repeat her actions.

Ichigo stopped kissing Rukia and bent his head to press his face against her shoulder, focusing on the sensations that were overtaking him. Rukia swiftly changed hands so that her other hand was working at his crotch while her free arm held Ichigo to her. She held him as he moved against her, making sure to keep her actions on him constant. He was writhing against her but still holding his face to her shoulder, occasionally kissing her. Rukia smiled seeing Ichigo like this, dependent on her for the time being. Yes, it was her turn to take care of him. And she would take care of him for sure.

He liked this a hell of a lot. He was starting to move a lot more as the fire within him started to build. But he didn't want it to end like this. For one, it would be embarrassing. But also, he wanted to satisfy her as well. That was almost natural, but it was the right time for other things. He wanted to show her that he really cared for her.

"Rukia..." he said quietly, trying to keep himself still.

She paused briefly, listening.

"Show me how to..." As he said this, he reached down and pulled her hand away from his crotch and placed his hand slowly on her waist. He looked down and watched his hand as he moved it slowly down past the pleats of her skirt to her leg. He saw the small bloodstains on the edge of the skirt and remembered seeing Rukia injured only a short time ago. Her shirt was clean thanks to Orihime lending a spare one she kept at school just in case any of her clothes got messy at lunchtime. But seeing the dark spots on Rukia's clothes made Ichigo feel sad. He would have to make it up to her. Make up for his failures last night. He touched her leg and felt the soft skin of her thigh. His fingers fitted easily between her legs and he continued to move towards her pussy, feeling his heartbeat increase and his own cock twitch at what was happening. But he still wondered whether he would be able to do this. He wondered at his own abilities until he saw Rukia's hand moving to meet his own and guiding it to her most intimate place, carefully hitching up her skirt so that it wasn't in the way.

Rukia couldn't see what was happening. The way that they were laying, she couldn't turn her head to look down, not with Ichigo's head against her shoulder. But she didn't need to. She carefully placed her hand around Ichigo's and moved it upwards, feeling his strong fingers trembling slightly. She heard Ichigo clear his throat. The tension between them was growing. Why was this such a big deal if he had done this last night? Maybe he wanted to make absolutely sure that he was doing the right thing. Rukia thought about this. It was always a big deal. That was why she had been so upset earlier when she had thought that she had done something wrong last night due to Ichigo's dry attitude.

"I'll show you," she whispered, her eyes open but unseeing as she focused completely on their hands.

Ichigo's eyes were also open, watching Rukia's hand hold his and make his fingers come into contact with her pussy through her underwear. She was warm. He watched, wide-eyed as his fingers curved under her command, grabbing her. He noticed the slight shiver in her breathing as she made him do it again. Then her hand kept still as Ichigo repeated the movement carefully himself, each time growing in confidence.

Rukia closed her eyes, letting Ichigo touch her. Her wetness was gathering, coaxed out by the motions of his fingers. It wasn't long before she was moving to match his fingers, starting to feel as if this wasn't going to be enough. But she held herself off for the meantime and reached down to touch Ichigo as well.

He was fascinated by the dampness he started to feel through her underwear. But now both of them were trembling as they touched each other, holding on tightly, moving their hands in order to give the other pleasure. It wasn't enough pleasure. They both knew that it could, and it would, go further. Both of them were willing to take it to the next step. They thought of doing the exact same thing at the same time as they let go of each other for the moment to rearrange themselves again, Rukia putting her leg over Ichigo's, raising her skirt a little. Knowing that he was closer now to her pussy made Ichigo feel another rush of desire, filling him with heat. They grabbed onto each other and Ichigo lifted his head, meeting Rukia's lips easily, moving his hips to press into her, relieving some of the need that was in him, knowing that she was feeling the same way. Rukia pulled Ichigo on top of her just as Ichigo pushed Rukia so that she was lying underneath him. With Rukia's legs open and Ichigo lying between them, the pair pushed against each other desperately, dying to feel more of the feelings that were flooding through them both.

Ichigo moved his head again and nuzzled into the space between Rukia's neck and shoulder. He held her waist with one hand and raised the other hand to hold the back of her head. Rukia placed her legs flat on the floor, tightening her hold around Ichigo's legs, keeping him in place. One hand of hers stroked up, underneath Ichigo's shirt, her fingers caressing his back while her other hand played with his hair. Ichigo closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. His heart seemed to skip a beat when he thought of what was going to happen. He slowed down his movements and felt Rukia doing the same, both of them pushing against each other more gently now. Ichigo pushed aside Rukia's collar with his nose and kissed her throat tenderly.

"Are we really doing this?" he asked almost in a whisper.

Rukia melted as Ichigo kissed her throat. She was sensitive there. "Yes. We are."

He rested his head on her shoulder. "I'm not crushing you, am I?" They were still moving against each other.

"No." Rukia watched her hand play with Ichigo's hair, orange strands falling in and out of place, standing in unruly spikes, flattening awkwardly, and then messing up again when she moved her hand. She smiled.

They lay like that for a while, gently moving, going through the motions of sex but without actually doing anything, just simply being together. Lying on the floor wasn't a problem for either of them. Neither of them really cared too much about that. Nor did either of them care where anyone else was. Both of them guessed from the quiet that there was nobody around, or that everyone was at least busy.

They both looked at each other at the same time. Ichigo carefully moved to lie next to Rukia once more and placed his fingers on the first button of her shirt. Rukia mirrored him.

It was a long moment as they looked at each other. Ichigo carefully studied Rukia as she carefully studied him. Rukia made the first move by undoing one button, moving to the next and then pausing. Ichigo copied her. They did it again. One more button. And again. Another button.

Ichigo watched out of the corner of his eye as Rukia's chest came into view. From the looks of things, she wasn't wearing a bra. He smiled. One less reason why he wouldn't embarrass himself.

Rukia noticed Ichigo looking at her chest as they continued to unbutton their shirts, the clothing eventually falling open. She saw Ichigo's toned torso again, with the muscle that the shinigami work had helped him to build. She helped Ichigo ease his shirt off and he lay next to her with nothing on his top half. She felt his strong shoulders and smooth back. The room was a little brighter now than Ichigo's room had been last night so she was able to see a bit more, and she was glad of it.

She slowly raised herself into a sitting position and eased the shirt off her shoulders, holding it around her so that she was still covered. She closed her eyes, thinking of what had happened the night before. This would be their second time together. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Ichigo was sitting up also and had his hands on the collar of her shirt. Together, they pulled Rukia's shirt off completely, the white fabric skimming past her skin on the way to the floor.

Ichigo looked down at Rukia's breasts. He had never been the kind to go crazy over porn. Keigo was more of the type, constantly demanding that he was a healthy red-blooded male so needed regular supplies. But looking at Rukia, he could imagine why. He admired how Rukia held her head proudly, not at all embarrassed about showing herself to him, whereas he was worried about what would happen later. As he raised a hand and placed it over one of her breasts, she saw Rukia's lips curve into a smile. A smile that was just for him.

He squeezed gently, wondering at how soft her flesh was beneath him and how her round breast fitted into the palm of his hand. Carefully, he fingered her nipple, cautious at first, not wanting to hurt her, watching as it responded to the touch and the cool air around them, hardening. Talking of which...

He groaned when Rukia touched his crotch again and together they fell to the floor, going into another embrace. Ichigo felt as if he was going to burn up now that Rukia was topless, her breasts pressed against his chest.

"We...have to...get out...of...ohhh....these...clothes..." Rukia said in-between kisses and touches. "Ahhh...." She sighed as Ichigo kissed her throat again while massaging her left breast.

"Yeah..." Ichigo agreed, kissing Rukia deeply and then swiftly moving to kiss her throat again. His hands went up her skirt to hold her ass, squeezing roughly and pulling her against him so that he could push his cock against her more. "This is..." He grunted as Rukia softly scraped her nails up his spine. "Too...much..."

He was right. Rukia felt as if she was going to go crazy if they weren't completely naked soon. So she started to undo Ichigo's trousers, determined not to let him undress himself this time. Her fingers worked quickly despite Ichigo's fidgeting as his cock strained for freedom. Ichigo sighed as his trousers were undone and Rukia quickly moved to pull them off his legs.

She grinned as she climbed to sit on top of him. Ichigo's eyes showed surprise as she did so but then his eyes rolled back as she circled her hips, grinding herself against him, making sure that her skirt was up so that only their underwear separated them. Ichigo instinctively grabbed her hips, pushing upwards. It was a while before he realised that she was still wearing her skirt.

He fidgeted with the zip but he couldn't seem to get his fingers to work. He swore quietly as he struggled to pull it down, hearing Rukia's merry laugh. She did it herself easily, slipping her skirt down her smooth legs and resuming her position on top of Ichigo, moving down his legs slightly and getting ready to pull down his boxers.

She did so carefully, keeping eye contact the whole time. She had to shift her legs strangely but soon enough, Ichigo was lying beneath her completely naked. His cock was fully erect, hard as Rukia squeezed gently, but his skin soft. Rukia placed one hand around it as Ichigo had shown her before, feeling him pulse. She started to move her hand, slowly at first, down and then up. This was how she had done it last night.

Ichigo watched as Rukia's hand slid up and down his member rhythmically. She was applying just the right amount of pressure and going at just the right pace. He alternated between looking at her slim fingers holding his cock and moving, squeezing slightly sometimes, and looking up to meet her eyes, watching his own reactions. He was moving to match her hand and his breathing was shaky. Everything was tickling in a strange way. He was warm and feeling warmer with every stroke. But as much as he was enjoying this, he was dying to do something as well.

"Stop," he said quietly.

She obeyed him but still kept her hold. She bent down to kiss Ichigo on the lips, keeping close and staring at him intently.

He was almost afraid to touch her when she looked at him like that. Afraid because she was obviously so comfortable in front of him and he was still feeling awkward, almost shy and embarrassed because he knew that soon enough she would be naked as well. He was scared, if he admitted it to himself.

He continued to look back at Rukia, thinking about all of this, everything fading away except for the sensation of her hand wrapped around his member and the reflections in Rukia's dark eyes. Part of her expression seemed to speak to him, willing him not to be afraid.

Who would have thought that having sex with a girl would be more nerve wracking than fighting hollows?

He wouldn't let himself be afraid. If he concentrated on the worry, then he wouldn't be able to concentrate on other things. Other things that he wanted to concentrate on.

He tugged at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and off. Rukia shifted herself now that she was completely naked and stayed sitting on top of Ichigo.

She sat still, allowing Ichigo to look at her. His expression was serious but his eyes showed a sort of disbelief. She smiled. He was so sweet.

Rukia was beautiful. That was all he could think as his eyes roved along her pert breasts and her flat belly. And she was sitting on top of him, ready to have sex with him. He couldn't believe this, in a way. Following his own curiosity, he reached between her legs, letting his fingers slip among her folds. He paused when he saw Rukia shiver and close her eyes, but continued, watching his hand disappear between her legs. It was an awkward position, seeing as she was sitting on top of him and he had to part his legs slightly to do this. But now that he could feel her, he let his fingers slip and slide around, helped by the amount of wetness that was coming from her. The wetness he had felt through her underwear before was now on his fingers. He fidgeted but when Rukia reached to hold his cock again, he looked at her sharply, telling her no.

Slowly she pulled away.

With the tip of his finger, Ichigo could feel an opening. So that was where...He felt a little warm at the thought and wondered whether he was blushing. He pulled his finger away, about to ask Rukia again if she was really ready for this but as he did so, her folds were parted and the base of his finger touched her clit, eliciting a small yelp from Rukia.

Ichigo stared at her. She had closed her eyes and her brow was furrowed.

It had been bad enough that Ichigo had been exploring her lower areas. She had tensed when she had felt the tip of hid finger enter her ever so slightly but couldn't help the jolt that went through her as he touched her most sensitive spot. He was doing this deliberately. He must be doing this deliberately. The thought that he was dragging things out heightened her arousal and mentally she begged him to touch her again.

So what had he done that had made her jump like that? Ichigo watched Rukia, who still had her eyes closed, as he started to go through what he had done before, sliding his finger to her opening, then pulling back. He watched her jump again. So he did it again. She jumped again. And Ichigo smiled as he started to move his finger back and forth.

Damn you, she thought, hearing herself gasp. It was supposed to be her turn to please him. Thinking that, she snapped her eyes open and grabbed Ichigo's cock roughly, starting to jack him off ferociously, determined that she should distract him enough to make him stop trying to make her come.

It worked. Ichigo's hand ceased moving and he started shaking again as her hand pumped him. "R-Rukia," he said breathlessly. "Don't..."

She let go and they shared a look and a smile. Who was in control here?

Did it matter?

No, Rukia supposed not. She moved up Ichigo's body, straddling him and holding his cock at the base, her fingertips tickling his pubic hair. She couldn't help but grin at Ichigo before she made sure that his cock was at her dripping entrance. She was ready.

He was ready. Ichigo was dimly aware that he was holding his breath but he released it when Rukia took the head of his penis inside her, but stayed still. Then slowly...so slowly...she inched her way down his length, taking him in further and further. Ichigo thought that he would scream at her for doing something so damn frustrating. Another tiny bit of warmth surrounded him. He needed more. He wriggled beneath her but she didn't speed up. It was agonising, the way that she was taking her time about things, her inner muscles quivering around him, pulling him deeper inside her.

Finally. He breathed a sigh of relief as she sank down completely. And he took a long moment to appreciate what they were doing. He was inside her. The feeling was of security, almost. Like she had such a secure grip on him that she wouldn't let him go for anything. They were looking at each other again, both intensely aware of the way that their bodies were connected.

He held his arms out and she lay herself down on top of him, still connected. His hands found their way to the small of her back and he stroked her with the lightest of touches, feeling her slim white arms curve to hold onto him. They just wanted to enjoy this for a moment.

"Rukia," Ichigo murmured, closing his eyes.

Rukia closed her eyes as he said her name. They held each other close.

"I'm sorry for earlier."

"Me too." She hugged him tightly, kissing his bare shoulder. It had been such a stupid misunderstanding. With her eyes still closed, she rocked gently, moving upwards so that Ichigo's cock was almost out of her, but then she slid back down again to hold him in her warmth. She heard him sigh. She sighed herself as he moved her hair out of the way and licked at her throat tentatively, placing a small kiss near her ear.

This was nice. This was definitely nice. Just holding Rukia to him, feeling her move up and down on his length. Gradually, he started to move also, catching the rhythm and pushing himself into her as she pushed herself down onto him, pulling away just as she did, then moving as she did so that they could meet again.

Rukia moved to be face to face with Ichigo and they met in another kiss. Rukia continued her moving pattern and Ichigo followed suit, both of them enjoying the feeling. Ichigo's cock tingled every time he slid out and in of Rukia, and Rukia's pussy tickled every time Ichigo pushed himself into her and withdrew. Both of them were slowly building their own form of torture. Wanting to have more of each other, yet wanting to stay at the same pace.

"Ichigo..."

Hearing Rukia breathe his name only made Ichigo harder. He gripped her tightly and held her to him, increasing the strength of his kisses and his thrusts, letting her know that he had heard her. He heard her moan slightly into his mouth as they kissed and he responded with a stronger thrust than before, driving himself into her deeper. Her quiet cry encouraged him to do it again so he did, feeling her shiver as he went as deeply inside her as he could.

They were going a little faster, now. Both of them lost in the sensations, lost in each other. Nothing interested them except for the taste of each other as they continued to kiss, the feeling of being intimately connected, the knowledge that there was a great peak of pleasure approaching, the desire to keep this going as long as possible.

Ichigo rolled over, pinning Rukia underneath him, making sure that they were still connected. He firmly pushed her legs so that she had her feet more on the floor for support and then drifted his hands lazily down her body to cup her ass and lift her slightly off the floor. With that, he drove into her with one hard movement, feeling her shudder. He shuddered himself. Her body was small in comparison to his but she was the perfect size and weight. He also knew that he wouldn't hurt her. It would take a lot to hurt Rukia. So for now he focused on giving her pleasure as he took some himself, the different position allowing him to fuck her more deeply, each thrust possessive yet needy, desiring her to be all his and yet needing her to accept him as all hers. He gasped as he buried himself to the hilt in her, moving to raise himself so that his arms were supporting his own weight. He wanted to go deeper. He wanted to go so deep that they would become part of each other. Her pussy was slick with her juices, helping him to move in and out with ease. The room was filled with their mutual grunts, groans and moans, and the sounds of flesh rubbing on flesh. Ichigo felt like he was going crazy. The feeling of Rukia beneath him, the knowledge that they were giving each other so much pleasure...The idea that he was fulfilling a fantasy of his...It all combined to make him feel incredible.

Was she feeling the same way? Ichigo saw that Rukia's face was twisted into an expression that he would have misinterpreted for pain had her mouth not uttered a cry of pleasure and her arms not held onto him tighter. He kept on pushing into her, liking the feel of his chest sliding along her breasts as he moved up and down, in and out. It was so hot. She was so hot. Her pussy wasn't the only thing slick; both of them were starting to sweat.

He wasn't going fast but he wasn't going slow, either. Ichigo's pace was steady but just when Rukia felt that she was getting used to it, her body was filled with a rush of heat and desire. She was lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. Ichigo's hands had moved to hold her around the waist and she gave into him, the knowledge that she was enjoying this as much as he was serving to heighten her arousal, if that was possible. She felt more worked up than she had ever been. The soft moans that Ichigo was making let her know that he was enjoying this as much as she was. And that made her smile before she gasped again when Ichigo went deep.

She pushed Ichigo over, still maintaining their connection, so that she was on top of him. She sat up and started to rotate her hips, desperate to feel Ichigo more and more. She heard him call her name and she responded by slamming herself down onto him, hearing him cry out sharply and grip her tightly. She needed to come and she needed to take him with her. She closed her eyes and threw her head back a little, holding onto Ichigo's wrists as he clenched her hips and drove into her.

No, not like this, Ichigo thought to himself. He needed her whole body to be close to him. So he grabbed her roughly and pulled her down to lie on top of him again, then flipped them both over so that he was on top of her once more.

Now they were actually lying on the bed that was in the middle of the room. All of the movement that they had gone through had seen them lying a little distance away. Ichigo resumed what he had been doing earlier, his steady pace, except there was a difference. He felt what Rukia needed, and he felt himself what he needed. He pulled out of her, leaving only the head of his cock inside her and raised himself up a little, intending to make things easier for him to give her more pleasure.

But as he slid back in, he grazed Rukia's clit. That was enough to send her over the edge and as she came, she cried out loudly. She was burning up. Her inner muscles were clenching and unclenching uncontrollably and her eyes were open in surprise. Then she saw that Ichigo's brow was furrowed.

It was too much for him. Feeling her so up close to him, feeling the way she had moved as she had reached the height of her pleasure was enough to finally drive him over the edge. "Rukia...I..." He never finished his sentence, crying out as well as he came, his cock twitching as he shot into her. Everything sharpened down to one important place and one important person, everything else in his mind going blissfully blank as he released. Rukia felt his warm cum filling her up and she trembled, feeling her own aftershocks ripple through her. Both of them held onto each other, Ichigo instinctively sliding into Rukia a few more times as his orgasm continued and finally subsided.

Ichigo collapsed onto Rukia but she held him steady, amazed that she still had some strength left to carefully roll over so that they were lying side by side. Ichigo slowly opened his eyes and touched the side of her face, his lips in a loving smile. Slowly they pulled away from each other so that his now spent cock slipped out, although they both did so with a kind of regret that they couldn't stay connected all of the time. But that was what made coming together all the more worthwhile.

Now that the heat had died down, it was starting to get a little cold. Rukia reached for the blankets and pulled them to cover the two of them. They moved closer to each other, as close as they could and huddled underneath the covers. There was no need to say anything. Ichigo tenderly kissed Rukia on the forehead and she returned his kiss with one on the lips.

Ichigo couldn't believe what they had just done. He didn't regret any of it, which was good. He felt so relaxed, so happy, so fulfilled. He didn't want to think about what this would mean, exactly. He didn't want to work out the exact details of how things had changed. No, he just wanted to lie there, bathe in Rukia's beauty. He pressed his forehead to hers, the tips of their noses touching. Ichigo ran his fingers through her hair. It was time to rest, now. He was glad that the bed was so small. It meant that they had to be closer together. No space between them.

Rukia let Ichigo lazily play with her hair. The second time. The same act, but this time it had been different. She felt tired, but a different kind of tired. Like she was floating in a haze of some kind, only aware of Ichigo. No, she didn't regret anything. If they had moved any faster to get to this point, it wouldn't have been right. Neither of them were the kind of spontaneously fall for someone. Something more than pleasure. Something more than scratching an itch. Something much more complicated.

It had gotten much darker since they had begun. A pile of clothes lay to one side in a room that was otherwise empty except for a tall boy with unruly orange hair, and a slim girl with dark hair and one rebellious strand falling across her forehead, lying face to face, as close as they could get.