Just some ichiruki feelings porn
He loved being here. When everything felt like hell, like his world was crumbling around him and he felt powerless, this was his haven: right here with her. Whenever he was with her it felt like everything was in place, his world was whole again. But with her presence comes an anxiety that lingers beneath his joy and relief. It’s the knowledge that from the moment Rukia reappears they are on a clock and when it runs out she’ll be gone again.
But here: with her thighs wrapped around him, his arms around her, and her hands on him, he can pretend that’s not true. When she runs her hands down his chest and he traces the curve of her hip it reminds him this is real, it’s not one of the dreams that plague him in her absence.
Ichigo runs his hands up and down her thighs, how can someone so deadly and battle hardened have skin this soft? He repeats the motion several times.
“Fool why are you making me wait?”
He looks back at her face and he’d smile at the slight pout to her lips if he wasn’t held in place by her big blue eyes. The way the lamplight makes them glow almost makes him miss her question.
Ichigo pulls her thighs over his shoulders. “I’m taking my time. It’s been too long Rukia,” he says turning his head to suck a kiss into her thigh. Her breath hitches as she hums her agreement.
What he would give to stay here forever. Between her legs. Having her with him is one thing but when they’re like this, just the two of them without even clothes to come between them, this is where he is happiest. “If you don’t get on with it I will take matters into my own hands,” she threatens.
Her statement has him crawling up her small frame and sends another jolt of arousal down his body. “Oh you will?” He says into her neck. Ichigo bites at the junction where her neck meets her collarbone, drawing a gasp from her and causing her hips to rock against him. He holds them in place with his hands so she can’t distract him before setting back to work, down her torso, laying kisses and nips along her stomach, to the space between her legs that’s hot and wet. Ichigo runs a finger from the bottom of her slit up to massage at her clit, causing her to spasm and moan.
“Still want to do this yourself?” He asks cockily, letting his breath fan across her opening.
His finger keeps stroking as he looks up at her. Rukia’s biting her lip, refusing to give him any further satisfaction at hearing the effect he has on her. But she can’t stop her labored breathing. Her eyes are tightly closed, concentrating on staying quiet but then she snaps them open and, like they always do, her blue eyes catch him and strike him to his core.
Because everything he’s feeling: the lust, the love the haven’t spoken but both know is there, the deep connection between them, the joy and relief at being together again, it’s all right there in her eyes being reflected back at him. And somehow that still surprises him.
Ichigo bends down to kiss her thigh, resting his forehead on her stomach. He needs a minute, needs to look away from her and her captivating look. Whenever he’s reminded that everything he feels for her is recipricated to the fullest he also remembers the clock.
The hand not rubbing at her grips her thigh tighter and he could swear he hears a soft moan at that.
And right there he makes a decision. This has to stop. The two of them can’t keep living together only to be repeatedly torn apart by duty and mortality. It’s going to stop. Let them try to take her, he won’t let them. Rukia is his and he is hers. Their souls are connected and nothing will ever keep him from her. He won’t let them be torn apart again. He’ll follow her, damn the consequences.
And she’ll fight him on it he knows, she’ll try to leave because she loves him and she’ll think that’s the best thing for him but she’s wrong. Because this right here, the two of them locked together, is the best damn thing that’s ever happened to him. She is the best part of his life, this small, obnoxious, amazing woman. And he never wants to be separated from her again.
Ichigo seals this vow he’s made with another kiss to Rukia’s thigh and a light bite that makes her hips thurst again.
“Ugh, you. Are. The worst!” She grumbles out but after another deep breath she’s pleading “Ichigo just get on with it. Please!”
And normally this sign of weakness from Rukia would immediately get her what she wants but right now he’s still caught up.
Ichigo murmurs the words into her stomach and a blush coats his cheeks. Rukia barley hears them but what she thinks she heard makes her stop. He takes his thumb off her clit and she’s so struck by his words she doesn’t even notice, just stares down at his orange head between her legs. “W…what?”
He looks up at her and at first it’s all too familiar. It’s same look Ichigo gave her before she disappeared, eyes watching with emotion and so many unspoken words that, for a moment, she doesn’t think he’s going to repeat himself until he says, “I said, I love you.”
And dammit. Damn him. She knew that. Of course she knew that but they weren’t supposed to say it. Because saying it means they have to really address it and there’s only one way she can do that. With those three words he’s trapped her.
But that doesn’t make saying it back any easier. “You know how I feel.”
He did. But he still gives her a look.
Rukia sighs and looks at his face. His stupid, beautiful face. His ridiculous orange hair, his straight nose that’s been broken more times than she can count, his gorgeous brown eyes, his full lips she loves feeling on her own. “I’m so in love with you,” she whispers.
Ichigo smiles and if she wasn’t sure before she is now. Saying it out loud feels like a promise that goes beyond lifetimes.
It’s all too much so she tries to steer them back on course. She leans down to capture his lips in a possessive kiss before laying back and wrapping her legs around his head and giving a light tug on his orange head. “Come on.”
He laughs lightly and after another nip to her thigh he gets to work.