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Good News From the Front	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ichigo/Rukia Views: 5033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Not used to this. I’m just not used to it yet,” Ichigo murmured as he felt Rukia shoving him into the sliding door of his temporary quarters at Squad 13. The substitute had resided here since he insisted bringing Rukia to confront Byakuya about their new relationship. A relationship that Byakuya had given his reluctant approval to continue. With reservations of course. Almost stepping over him Rukia landed lightly on her feet.
“Just relax. My brother already mentioned that he tolerated us together, so the least you can do is cooperate, idiot,” Rukia huffed. Grabbing him by the red-segmented strap, she dragged him in after dancing around him. Sighing Ichigo set the heavy book of Kuchiki family regulations down on a table just inside the front door.
“Fricking pain in the ass!” Ichigo cursed at Rukia’s ready strength. He almost spun into the wall once she let him go. Once the room stopped spinning, he watched her sliding the door shut behind them to lock it. All of the barracks at squad 13 were at the far edge of Sereitei, near a large forest. Thanks to its remoteness, Ichigo figured that they would not have as many spectators.
Ukitake was to blame. He asked Rukia to show Ichigo to his temporary quarters once they arrived back from seeing Byakuya at Kuchiki manor. Already Ichigo was half drained from being kicked around by Renji, given the third degree by Rukia’s older brother and his council.
Now on top of things Rukia decided she wanted to get frisky. He was going to have to check and see if she would drank any more of that aphrodisiac Matsumoto gave her. With a huge sigh, he removed Zangetsu from his back, still keeping it turned towards Rukia who already circled the apartment as if scoping it out. He heard her voice in the proximity of a tiny kitchen area, “Looks as if they put things in order.”
“What are you pulling strings with third seats? What the hell, Rukia,” Ichigo griped securing Zangetsu on a tall upright stand. HE turned, surveying the tiny space himself that took no more room then the small apartments his friends at Karakura high sported.
“It’s a fucking closet,” Ichigo mumbled. “Don’t you guys believe in something more spread out?”
“It’s one of the aspects of Soul Society, Ichigo. We pride ourselves on efficiency. This is what all unseated officers are entitled to in this squad,” Rukia chastised him, wandering out of the kitchen carrying a bottle of sake and two cups. Ichigo’s eyes bugged out at the sight of the liquor. Was she serious?
“Oi, I’m not old enough to drink,” Ichigo cursed.
“In the living world you aren’t. And who said this was for you, mister grabby, eh?” Rukia said as she brushed past him and set it down on the small table with cushions around it. Ichigo again turned away, struggling to keep the fierce blush off his face. Against the wall was folded a traditional futon secured with a set of straps. The tatami flooring was the ultimate touch that made him cringe, not to mention the sliding door he opened to see a commode where the person had to squat over it near a tiny sink.
“Always thought it was funny you had a western style toilet,” he mumbled, folding his arms across his chest. For a moment, Ichigo wondered what sort of quarters Renji or one of the vice-captains was privy to.
“Speaking off, get your mind out the gutter you pervert,” Rukia said sweetly, reaching to grab him by the arm and drag him over towards the table.
“Don’t get so damn grabby,” he sighed, noticing she had removed her own sword and placed it on a stand on top of the dresser.
Within ten minutes Rukia and he slowly sipped tea and sake while she munched on cucumber and egg sandwiches. Ichigo had insisted on making some, and he had to admit that he was glad that he had listened to Yuzu’s advice on food preparation. Rukia had fallen silent, simply keeping a very regal bearing once they had sat down.
Realizing he would rather take things into his own hands rather than continue to sit there with a blasted blush on his face, Ichigo slowly leaned towards her. Slowly she sat her sake cup down before she saw Ichigo’s serious frowning face bobbing into view.
“Oi,” he muttered. “You going to make a move or jerk me around? I thought you wanted to screw!”
“You’re such an idiot,” Rukia sighed, rolling her eyes. “You don’t just ask a girl to do it in such rude terms!”
“Well I don’t have any experience with this okay! Give me a damn break!” Ichigo huffed.
“You’re impossible…” Rukia began yet Ichigo reaching over to grasp her upper arm while his other snaked around her startled her. He leaned forwards, angling his head to awkwardly catch her lips. Her indignant yelp muffled by his mouth sounded very satisfying to Ichigo. Relaxing, he angled his body to the side so their heights did not make kissing so awkward.
Firmly Ichigo’s lips glided over hers opening to allow his tongue to lightly graze the bottom of one lip. Then that strong tongue pushed hers aside on a relentless sweep of her inner mouth. Rukia retaliated forcing his lips wider by opening her mouth, her own tongue running along his teeth and inner cheek.
Sharply Ichigo and she inhaled through their noses, lying to one side. Somehow, she felt her chest bump against his laying at an angle. Both lay sprawled across tatami, Rukia lying partly on top of Ichigo’s body. Thankfully, he cushioned her from the tatami, or she would have thumped him. Rukia’s legs wrapped around one of Ichigo’s long ones tangled up in the cloth of their voluminous hakama.
“Mmm,” he hummed, head twisting to one side then the other.
Though the tatami was hard under his short spiky hair he figured it was better than Rukia decking him if he had rolled her under him. Already one of her legs freed itself arching around his hip so her groin bumped his. He grunted through the kiss in shock and sudden arousal. It stung Ichigo’s sensitive mouth in its wake with the taste of sake. The air in the small apartment grew stifling hot in just seconds making it hard for Ichigo to continue sneaking breaths through his nose.
Lips parted to reveal both of them panting at each other with only inches between their gasping mouths. Ichigo glanced up into her sapphire eyes dilated wide and hazy. He cringed feeling her fingers tugging at his short orange hair. She whispered, “Much better, Ichigo…”
“The futon would be better for this,” Ichigo panted, his vision a bit blurry.
“Bear with it. I want to sit on your lap,” Rukia whispered.
“And you scold me for saying dirty things,” Ichigo complained. One of his bent legs was already cramped into an uncomfortable position.
Rukia shifted as he sat up bracing his hands against the floor. Now that she straddled him, he felt a bit less awkward and the brief respite allowed him to cool down a bit. Not enough to banish his arousal but sufficient so he could catch his breath once more. She purred able to directly hump the bulge in his hakama pants loose enough to hide its visual presence.
“Mmm,” Rukia murmured, reaching for his sash. His hands ran up and down her chest lightly squeezing at her breasts. Pleased to see him bolder she continued untying the knotted white strip of material.
Ichigo reached behind at the small of his back to untie the second strip that would let her uncover his groin. Using one hand, he undid her sash in both places as well. In the dimming shadows of the room, he saw her fundoshi revealed peeking from under the cloth of her kimono. Already she poked at his bulge with teasing fingers prompting him to retaliate with his wriggling into her undergarments. Moist and slick just as Ichigo thought. Together they untied the strips fastening his kimono together revealing his hard muscular chest. He yanked the red-segmented strap up and over his shoulder to let it fall.
“You’re staring at me... at it,” Ichigo murmured, noticing the expanding blush on his peach skin stretched taught over his pectorals. Rukia now saw visual proof of how easily his skin took on the tinge of a strawberry, his namesake when embarrassed.
“Oh get over it,” Rukia huffed, dragging his hand to her ties. This time she allowed Ichigo to stare dumbstruck at her bared breasts. A bit bolder he pinched the dark nipples with his right hand while holding her backside with his left. Around his shaft, her small fingers and thumb barely wrapped, sliding up and down.
“Beautiful,” Ichigo whispered.
“Finally you’re letting yourself look,” Rukia sighed, shivering into goose pimples.
“Nobody’s going to bother us here,” Ichigo replied, bending down to tentatively lick a nipple.
Rukia sighed once more, threading her left fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. Through her fingers his shaft grew thick and harder, engorged with blood. By far, it was the reddest appendage on his body. He gritted his teeth to muffle the groan once her thumb rubbed his tip. He could feel her left hand leave caressing his scalp to pinch his shoulder. Then he pulled up from worshipping her breasts to see that she squirmed on his lap. Her other hand abandoned rubbing him to brace a hand on his chest.
“Can’t wait any more,” she panted, aligning his tip with her wet opening he glimpsed with wide eyes.
“Oi Rukia, wait I don’t have protection…” Ichigo yelped. An instant later, he emitted a long groan at the tight wrap of slick smoothness containing him.
“Feels different,” Rukia panted, shifting to open herself up.
“You okay? You’re tighter,” Ichigo asked, steadying her with hands on her hips.
“That’s because you’re bigger for some reason, idiot, ugh…” Rukia gasped.
“You’re kidding me,” Ichigo mumbled, turning his gaze away.
“I want you all the way inside me before I start so I… ugh…” Rukia grunted, shifting and squirming.
“Shit, if you don’t’ watch it I’m going to lose it,” Ichigo yelped. “Here lemmie try something… lift your legs up a bit.”
“What are you doing?” Rukia asked, before he grabbed her ankles.
Sweat blistered on Ichigo's forhead already, his fair peach hued skin flushed with blood. “Ahhh…”
“You can be rougher, idiot,” Rukia grunted, rocking herself a bit as she lifted her knees and rested them on his elbows so her legs were parted. Ichigo sat back, keeping his back braced with one hand. He slowly lay down, pillowing his head with his right forearm. Then he bent his knees to support Rukia’s back. Before she could protest, Ichigo grabbed her thighs and held them apart with his arms. That last bit allowed him to fit all the way inside. Then he lifted his hips, once, twice, pulling out by lifting her.
“Ahhh,” Ichigo panted, liking the intensity and the natural gliding of her skin on his skin.
“Ichigo, how did you know that this would make things easier?” Rukia asked, surprised that he had guessed what she wanted to do. Now she lifted her hips again to match Ichigo’s thrusts.
“Kama sutra, and some books and magazines that aren't mine! They belong to Yadomaru Lisa,” Ichigo mumbled, gritting his teeth and groaning as Rukia clenched on him. Once she hit her first panting rush she grew even tighter, squeezing Ichigo so much that he struggled to keep from releasing.
“What are you doing fool? I don’t want you to pull out,” Rukia snapped.
“But I’m gonna… shit I’m going to cum inside…” Ichigo panted.
“Let it go. It’s okay…” Rukia gritted, wrapping her legs around his torso to hold him inside.
“Rukia!” Ichigo yelled loudly, hot liquid spurting in a steady stream deep within. Rukia’s breath was whipped away with the sudden surge of reiatsu. Rukia clawed off her kimono and threw it aside so she was completely bare, straddling the shinigami substitute.
Sore, sticky but far from satisfied Rukia lay down across him pillowing her head on his heaving chest. Her ear and cheek stuck to it. Ichigo’s bent legs collapsed so he laid spread eagled on the apartment’s tatami. He kept his eyes closed for a few minutes trying to get his breath back as his head spun and heart pounded.
“Damn… that’s intense,” Ichigo panted, blinking up at Rukia.
“Indeed,” she chuckled, giving a sigh of satisfaction. Immediately Ichigo's brows furrowed.
“Don’t just sigh like that; you didn’t let me pull out!” Ichigo cursed. “Are you nuts?”
“I said to stay inside, and I meant it!” Rukia snapped, pushing herself up to brace her hands on his chest. “If I didn’t want you flooding my insides I wouldn’t be still here would I?”
Ichigo groaned, clenching his eyes shut as he covered his scarlet face. “This is so… wrong. Saying it like that.”
Frustration caused a vein to almost bulge on her forehead. Thumping his chest she griped, “And just WHY are you so embarrassed about Sex Ichigo? It’s a natural act! For heaven’s sake, relax.”
“I just don’t want you getting pregnant is all and putting you into some awkward situation, Rukia,” Ichigo murmured.
“Ichigo I AM on birth control. We DO have that in Soul Society,” Rukia sighed rolling her eyes. “And we DO have condoms as well. Stop worrying so much and just enjoy it.”
“Damn annoying pain in the ass,” Ichigo cursed.
“You’re hopeless Ichigo,” Rukia half laughed sitting triumphantly atop him.
“I told you the bed would be better,” Ichigo finally murmured once he had gotten over his embarrassment. “Gimme five minutes and I’ll carry you over…”
“You can pull out of me now, stupid,” Rukia blinked, squirming.
“What, and make a mess on the tatami? No thanks,” Ichigo insisted, sitting up with her in his lap. “You have any idea how fucking hard it is to get semen stains out of floors?”
Rukia's blue eyes widened considerably once she registered what he had said. Now a healthy rose hue stained her cheeks to match Ichigo's. Right now he'd turned the darkest shade of near crimson she had seen. Just when Rukia thought she had seen the full extent of Ichigo's shyness he surprised her.
Once he realized what he said he groaned, “Shit, now look what you made me say!”
“Ichigo just shut up,” Rukia sighed, cutting him off with a kiss. Once his strong arms wrapped around her body he finally relaxed.
***

Ichigo sighed in pleasure as Rukia rolled them both over beneath the sheets of the futon. Again, between her hips he thrust down hard, so her neck was pillowed in the soft pillow. Sweat dropped from his brow to hers as he lifted her hips and pounded hard in response to Rukia’s requests.
“Ichigo, don’t stop please,” Rukia pleaded. Arching over her, he bent down to kiss her gently.
“I won’t,” Ichigo promised, catching his breath between small moans and grunts escaping through kiss bruised lips.
A moment later, he pressed his forehead to her shoulder and another hot surge of excitement slammed deep inside Rukia. She wriggled her hips the last bit to give herself a final pleasant tingle. Ichigo wearily collapsed on top of her as he had before. Rukia moved so most of his weight lay to the side and her legs were on either side of his torso. That only left his chest and head pillowed on her small body.
“Fuck…” he sighed.
“In a bit. Let’s rest,” Rukia whispered.
“That’s not what I meant, but hell I’m game for another round,” Ichigo murmured, lifting his head up. Now he rolled over onto his side so they faced one another. Unlike his bed at home, the futon was narrower.
“Well you’ve relaxed a bit,” Rukia commented, her hair almost in her eyes.
“After all that we did, you surprised? I’d be up for more but shit I’m kinda tired from getting my ass handed to me by you know who,” Ichigo commented back.
“At least now we don’t have to worry about him. You’re in squad 13 and nobody will bother us here.”
“I’m kind of glad that you decided on coming to Soul Society. At least here nobody’s going to bother us,” Ichigo said. “I’m just surprised your brother…”
“So am I,” Rukia said quietly, rubbing Ichigo’s chest. Free from the worries of the living world he finally felt as if he were getting used to such intimate sharing. Not only during sex but other aspects of life.
***
Running water droned in his ears along with the sounds of other people distantly muffled by some substance. Lying on his side, Ichigo opened his eyes to see a thin crack of light along the bottom of the bathroom door. His arms were empty of Rukia, yet he was reassured she was simply cleaning up. His eyes took in the dim room’s contents, remembering he was in Soul Society, not the living world.
Reaching down he picked up his scattered clothes and Rukia’s, folding them neatly. He opened one door to find a fresh set of clothes, including a few white cotton kimonos. Curious about Rukia, he knocked on the bathroom door with the kimonos draped over one arm. “Oi, Rukia… you done in there?”
“Finally you’re awake, idiot,” Rukia’s voice answered.
“I’m comin’ in, okay?” Ichigo announced, sliding the door open. Immediately a cloud of steam drifted into the apartment assaulting his eyes and nostrils. He set the kimonos on a hook as he entered the hazy bathroom. Like many bathrooms in the living world in Japan, the toilet was housed in a separate chamber accessible from the main room by a small sliding door.
Ichigo stepped on a slatted wood floor constructed over a drainage system similar to those in traditional Japanese homes. Resembling those a tub of hot water was built against the far wall.
“Suit yourself,” Rukia murmured, sitting on a stool. She was scrubbing her body with a small compact brush, her back facing the door. Wall mounted shelves held soap, fresh towels, and baskets with brushes and cloths. There was barely enough room for two people in the tiny chamber, yet since Rukia was so small there was enough room for them both to stand up and turn around. Ichigo reached for a bucket of water, standing with his back facing her.

As he poured the water over his head his skin grew pink from the increased circulation. Rukia found herself staring at his ass when she next looked up. Ichigo felt someone pinching and yelped, dropping the bucket with a clatter.
“What the hell are you doing?” he snapped, spinning around.
“Fool,” Rukia sighed, rolling her eyes. Grabbing another bucket she hurled it at him. Ichigo retaliated by grabbing another bucket and tipping it over her head.
“That’s HOT damn it you stupid miget!” Ichigo yelled.
“You’re the one showing your ass in my face, jerk,” Rukia countered, wrestling with him for the brushes and soap. Ichigo walked backwards and toppled into the tub, yelping as he landed in the hot water. Grabbing his legs Rukia swung them over the side till he was sitting dazed soaking in it.
“We’re doing it again aren’t we?” Ichigo mumbled.
“Doing what?” Rukia asked, watching as he finally slumped down and let his head tap against the wooden wall.
“Arguing. Because it’s safe and something we know,” Ichigo chuckled, eyes shut.
“Well I’m not the one ashamed of my body even now,” Rukia mumbled, sitting on the edge of the tub.
“Hey what are you doing?” Ichigo asked, sitting bold upright. Water sloshed around the tub displacing the space his body once occupied. It dripped back down almost spilling over the side.
“Climbing in the bath, what does it look like?” Rukia sighed, shaking her head so droplets of water hit Ichigo in the chest.
Immediately he crossed his arms over his chest, twisting away. “You can’t come in here!”
“Why NOT?” she seethed, ready to strangle him in frustration.
“It’s just that this is a small tub and you’re not supposed to get the water dirty!” Ichigo grumbled. “This is NOT how you bathe!”
“Don’t tell me how to bathe in soul society, fool!” Rukia snapped, swinging her leg over and landing on Ichigo’s chest so it forced the air out of him. Her small breasts bobbed in his face cutting off any remark he could shoot back while her shapely ass rubbed against his length. Hot air surged in Ichigo’s lungs and he found it very hard to breathe.
“R… rukia… there’s another reason we shouldn’t do this in here,” Ichigo mumbled. “And it isn’t cause I don’t’ like seeing you naked.”
“Why is it?” Rukia sighed.
“It’s dangerous for people to have sex in a hot bath and I don’t want either of us to pass out,” Ichigo said as he held onto her.
“Is THAT why you don’t want me in here with you?” Rukia asked.
“Uh huh,” Ichigo admitted sheepishly.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” Rukia asked.
“You’d think I was making excuses,” he mumbled, hanging his head.
“Well who said we’d have sex in here? I just wanted to save some water, silly,” Rukia sighed, laying atop him so their fronts pressed together. “And get you aroused for another round.”
“Jeez,” Ichigo sighed. “I really am NOT used to this at all.”
Tantalizingly her body rubbed up against him in just the right way even if Rukia didn’t move much. Under her she felt his skin flushed almost as hot as the water, and lay her head just under his chin.
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