The neighborhood was nice as it is.
Ichigo waved at his kids and walked back into the house. Karin and Yuzu had to go to their class at the university that was only a thirty minute train-ride away. Isshin was at the clinic, working with some patients. He was planning on leaving soon to go on his monthly visit to the town elders who were too sick to leave their bed. So it left only Ichigo and Rukia alone in the house.
It's been almost two and a half weeks since Ichigo asked Rukia if she hated him. She never responded and he didn't expect her to. They just went on with their daily lives, pretending like nothing happened. They would bicker, they would laugh, and she would kick him to no end.
Oh, how peaceful life is.
Ichigo walked over to the living room and threw himself onto the couch. "Awwww." He sighed as he stretched his tired muscles. He was kind of bored sitting around all day when for the past seven years he had been studying his ass off at Todai and working his way up quickly from an intern to resident at the Tokyo Central Hospital. And now that he wasn't doing anything for the first time in awhile, he wanted to take this time and thank Life for her great sincerity—
"ICHIGO!"
—Life hated him.
"What?" he screamed back at the petite woman who was in the kitchen.
"Come here and help me!" Rukia yelled back.
Ichigo groaned as he got off the couch and walked into the kitchen where Rukia was moving around some of pots and pans in the higher cabinets. He smirked as he effortlessly reached up and grabbed the baking pan that she was trying to get. "Here you go, midget."
Rukia glared at him, taking the pan from his hands and brought it down on his head.
"OW!" He grabbed his aching head. "You bitch! This is the thanks I get for helping you when you're so damn short—OW!"
Rukia hit him again and turned around. She could hear Ichigo cursing some words under his breath as he walked towards the fridge to grab some ice.
"What are you making anyways?"
Rukia placed the pan on the kitchen counter and continue mixing the dough that she had been working on. "I'm making some cookies for the kids. They love the recipe that I got from obaasan and I make it for them every month."
Ichigo pouted and sat at the kitchen table, pressing the ice on his bump. He didn't say anything because, even though he still doubted her cooking, he wouldn't pass the opportunity to try some of Yume-san's cookies again. He watched as Rukia finished the dough and set them on the pan. He smiled as he watched her do this. It kind of felt nostalgic—
Ichigo suddenly noticed the calendar that was hanging on the wall next to Rukia. Yuzu had a tendency to mark off the days that past so he could clearly see that only a week and a half was left of his stay here.
"Fuck," he whispered but Rukia heard him.
"What's the matter?" she quickly asked.
Ichigo shook his head. Rukia shrugged off the question as she returned to her work. Once everything was set, she opened the oven and slid the cookies in. She straightened up and turned to the sink to wash her hands.
"Ah!" Rukia yelped in surprise when she suddenly felt something wrap around her waist. At the corner of her eye she could see orange hair resting on her shoulders. She immediately calmed down and just sighed. "Seriously, what's wrong?"
Ichigo just shook his head against her shoulder that he was resting on.
Rukia was getting impatient. She turned around in his grip so that she could face him, her fingers locked around his neck.
She didn't have to say anything. He could see her questions and her worries through her eyes. Ichigo smiled at her lightly as he pressed his forehead against hers. "I kind of like it when you look at me with worried eyes. Makes me feel important," he whispered.
Rukia closed her eyes. "But can't you try and help me get rid of this 'worry'? It's not like me."
Ichigo chuckled. He lifted his weight off of her and gently pulled Rukia's arms down. "I'll tell you… when the cookies are done."
Rukia gave off an annoyed look. Before she could say anything, her 'citrus head' walked out into the living room to watch some T.V. She turned around and waited for her cookies to finish.
When the oven's timer chimed, Rukia slipped on the glove and pulled the pan out. It smelled delicious. She set them on a rack to cool down but placed three on a plate. She knew how much Ichigo liked it better when the cookies just come out from the oven. He said it helps melt the cookie faster in his mouth.
Rukia walked to the living room and set the plate of cookies on the coffee table. Ichigo smiled, happy to know that Rukia still knew his likes and dislikes. The orange head turned off the T.V and grabbed a cookie.
"Now can you tell me?" Rukia asked as soon as Ichigo took a bite.
The man in question smiled as he chewed. He leaned back against the couch and placed his arm behind her. Rukia knew that he did this as a sign that he wanted her to scoot closer to him. But she held her ground.
"Not until you tell me," she sternly told him.
Ichigo swallowed the cookie and stared into her violet eyes. "Do you like me here?"
Rukia gave him a questioning stare.
"Do you like the fact that I returned?"
"Not this again!" Rukia whined. She wanted to avoid this question at all cost, so she got up to leave when Ichigo suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"I'm leaving here in less than two weeks."
Silence.
The two didn't move. Rukia was looking across the room with a shocked expression. Ichigo still held her wrist as he looked down at his feet.
"Wh—what?" Rukia finally broke the silence as she turned around.
Ichigo stood up to look at her. "To be exact, by the beginning of December I have to leave again and—"
SLAP!
Ichigo's gaze suddenly changed from Rukia to the wall. He felt the stinging pain across his cheek where Rukia just slapped him. He slowly turned back to see an angry, teary midget looking at him.
"How dare you!" She screamed.
"Rukia—"
"HOW DARE YOU!"
"Rukia!" Ichigo tried to reason, "Please understand that I—"
"You are not allowed to speak!" She pointed at him, "How dare you come back here only to run away again!"
"Run away?" Ichigo lost his temper, "I never ran away!"
"Then why did you leave seven years ago?" Rukia kept screaming as tears gathered in her eyes, "You ran away from Takeshi—"
"I never ran away from Takeshi!" Ichigo screamed.
"—And you ran away from me!" She continued.
Ichigo was dumbfounded at her last statement. He didn't know what to say. Sure he didn't run away, but he understood that that was how it looked from Rukia's perspective. "Rukia, I—"
Rukia slap his across the face again and spoke, "I tried to act like I was happy because that's the least I can do for our kids. BUT now you want to leave to break their hearts again?"
Ichigo kept trying to talk but Rukia wasn't letting him.
"NO! NOT THIS TIME ICHIGO! I WILL NOT LET YOU HURT MY CHILDREN! THIS TIME I WON'T FORGIVE YOU!"
Rukia turned around and ran upstairs. Ichigo grabbed his hair, ready to yank them out out of frustration. He didn't know what to do. Should he go up or wait? "ARGH!" Ichigo groaned, annoyed at how things were going. He decided to quickly go upstairs and explain everything.
Ichigo was running towards Rukia's room when he noticed that his door was opened and noise came from inside. He stopped and peeked in only to feel an iron grip in his stomach.
Rukia was grabbing most of his belongings and shoving them into his bag.
"What are you doing?" Ichigo asked, finally walking in and closing the door behind him.
"What do you think I'm doing?" She replied with a cold tone, "I'm helping you pack."
Ichigo grabbed her arm and yanked her away from his drawer. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE, THEN MIGHT AS WELL LEAVE NOW!"
Ichigo looked at the petite woman who was now letting her tears fall down like rain. His angry dissipated and was replaced with a hurt expression. "Do you really want me to leave now? Even without hearing my explanation?"
Rukia looked straight into his amber eyes. "Yes." She replied.
"DON'T BULLSHIT WITH ME!" Ichigo screamed as he pushed her against the wall.
"I'M NOT!" Rukia yelled back, "I'M HELPING YOU!"
Ichigo didn't know what to say. He kept looking at her teary face, wanting her to take back what she said but she was being too stubborn.
"Why did you come back if you were planning on leaving us again?" Rukia asked in a quieter tone, "Why did you even ask me to wait for you?"
Ichigo was silent.
"Why are you trying to break my heart again?"
"I never wanted to hurt you," he whispered.
"Then why?"
Ichigo stared at the woman with a pleading look. "Please let me speak."
She shook her head. "No. I was never happy to see you back in the first place," she spoke coldly, "So don't think I've forgiven you."
"Rukia—"
"Leave. And this time, don't come back."
Ichigo looked at her. He knew that he had to tell her but he wasn't sure how. But he had to prove to her that he didn't mean to hurt her or anyone else. He had to show her that he still cared.
"Ichi—"Rukia's lost her voice as Ichigo roughly pressed his lips onto hers. At first she was shocked, and then she felt her knees buckle. She tried to yelp but was once against muffled when Ichigo took this chance to dive his tongue into her mouth. Rukia moaned as she felt her tongue getting massaged by his.
She tried to push him away but he held on. Ichigo grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head as he used the other hand to quickly undo the buttons on the front of her dress. Rukia knew that they shouldn't continue on with this. She knew she'd get hurt again. After all, last time they did this he left the next morning and was gone for seven years.
But Rukia didn't know how to back off. She soon responded to Ichigo's kisses, her body now desperately wanting him, betraying her thoughts. As soon as Ichigo released her hands, Rukia unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and the two drove deeper into each other's mouth. Their tongues clashed against each other in desperate attempts to explore each other. Once he undid all the buttons, Ichigo used one of his hands to part the upper dress and took hold of one of Rukia's breast.
Rukia gave out a loud gasp when she felt him kneading and pinching her nipples that were already getting hard.
Ichigo lifted up her small body and carried her to the bed. The two didn't say anything. They just ripped their clothes off of each other and kissed frantically. The only sound that escaped their mouth were moans and short gasps for breath. Soon clothes were on the ground and the two landed on top of the bed.
Ichigo lifted his mouth from Rukia's swollen lips and started to suck on her jaw line and down to her neck leaving marks wherever he could. She gasped upon feeling his tongue run up and down her throat. Their fingers were interlaced, playing with each other to prevent the other from taking control. But Ichigo won. He always won. And he didn't want to foreplay too much.
As soon as he slipped his fingers through her underwear, it was soaking wet. Rukia fidgeted upon feeling him in her and started to let out long moans as she adjusted to his fingers. Ichigo kept nipping at her neck, but had his gaze down south as he was busy pumped in and out of her like crazy. Rukia kept gasping with each movement of his fingers, which were getting wet from her soaking pussy. Rukia, too, didn't want him to waste too much precious time. She has been ignoring her raging hormones for the past seven years that nowadays whenever Ichigo slightly touched her, she would go wet. And now, here he was, playing with her womanhood when all she wanted was for him to be fully inside of her.
Rukia moaned and arched her back to take in as much of Ichigo as she could. Upon looked at her chest rise up, Ichigo used his free hand to slide the bra down so he could lick her hard nipples, while the other one was still massaging Rukia's folds. Rukia gasped when she felt his tongue flicking against her nipple. She used her hands to tug on Ichigo's orange hair and scratch his shoulders. Even though it was painful, it was worth it.
Seven years. Seven long years Ichigo and Rukia had been waiting for this very moment. And no matter how mad they were at each other it wasn't going to stop them from making love for the first time in SEVEN FUCKIN' YEARS!
Ichigo felt his manhood throbbing to go in her. So he took off the last bit of clothing that were still on them, and positioned himself in front of her beautiful wetness. Rukia looked down to see an erected penis staring at her. A deeper blush appeared on her face. And her wet pussy definitely wanted to eat it up. He looked up and after seeing the same lust in her eyes like his, Ichigo went in.
"Ah!" Rukia arched her back as much as she could as she felt Ichgio's member filling her up.
It was intense. The two were trying their hard not to scream as Ichigo kept pushing himself in. Once he entirely filled her, Ichigo was still for a second. He was already breathless and if he didn't concentrate then he might climax too soon.
He watched as Rukia adjusted herself underneath him. He loved the cute blush that spread across her face. She looked up at him and moaned, begging for him to move. Slowly, Ichigo pulled himself out of her almost entirely, leaving only the tip in her. Rukia whimpered at the loss of heat but then Ichigo gave one hard thrust as he shoved himself back in.
"ICHIGO!" Rukia could no longer stop herself from screaming.
She could feel her world getting rocked as he pumped in and out of her. Usually he was gentle and slow at first, but today Ichigo was being rough and forceful. Today he was fucking her senseless. Today he was venting out all of his emotions and hormones into her. And Rukia liked it.
"Rukia—" Ichigo gasped as he tried to focus his vision, "Tell me you don't want me to leave—"
"Ichigo—"
"Say it."
Rukia bit her lower lip. She could barely hear what he was saying and now he wanted her to say things when she was so close to her limit? But she knew him. Ichigo had a tendency to show that he was the dominate figure in their sex life. And he would try to make her beg and scream with pleasure before he allowed himself to let go in her.
"Ichigo, please—Ah!" Rukia begged.
Ichigo lowered his head onto her neck as he kept pounding himself faster into her like the horny man he was. "Rukia. Say it."
"Ichigo!" Rukia screamed when Ichigo lowered one of his hands in between their joined bodies. His fingers found the throbbing stub and started to play with it.
He felt his members being wrapped around by her walls even more tightly. It was driving him insane. Rukia gave out a small screams as the hot liquid poured out of her, telling him that she just released. And he was not far from it too.
Damn this woman!
"Rukia!"
"Don't leave me…PLEASE!"
As soon as Rukia screamed out the last word Ichigo dug himself as deep as he could in her and clamped his mouth over her mouth as he released everything.
He released his pleasure into her.
He released his pain into her.
He released his very being into her.
And last but not least…
He released his love for her, into her.
A/N: ... Ok, so maybe not the best sex scene you guys have read but i didn't want to spend too much time on it. And maybe Rukia's temper have been subdued too quickly but that's because I didn't want this fic. to have too many 'angsty' moments. sorry if it bothered you...
next chapter Rukia finds out more about Ichigo's secret!
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