The Outfit

Wednesday

WEDNESDAY

Rukia sleepily slaps off the annoying alarm and nudges Ichigo. "It's time to get up, Ichigo, we have school today."

Ichigo groans. "Already? Mmmm...why don't we just skip school today, Rukia?"

Rukia giggles. "Come on, sleepyhead. You can always take a nap after school if you're that tired. But you should at least make the effort."

Ichigo gets a sly grin on his face, snaking an arm over Rukia's torso. "Well then...how do you feel about...just being a little bit late?"

Rukia immediately grasps his meaning. "What did you have in mind?" she replies in a sultry voice, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"Hm, I'll give you three guesses..."

With that, their lips meet as their limbs wind around one another.

Ichigo maneuvers Rukia under him, kissing her while he slides her shirt up her body. Within moments, the "nightie" is off. Ichigo begins to move his lips down from Rukia's mouth to kiss an invisible trail down her neck. Rukia runs her hands through Ichigo's hair and down his bare back (she refused to let him put a shirt on to sleep in the previous night).

Ichigo makes it to Rukia's waiting breasts, suckling at one while manipulating the other with his free hand. Rukia moans at the feel of it all, as well as in response to Ichigo's verbalizations—indicating his own pleasure in the activities.

Then Ichigo's mouth leaves Rukia's breast to continue kissing downward, his available hand staying 'on duty.' Rukia feels his hot breath on her navel, and his fingertips underneath the hem of her panties. She begins to pant in anticipation. Ichigo peels back the undergarment, slowly sliding it down and off. Then he slinks back up her body, kissing her navel once more before moving the action lower.

Rukia sharply sucks in a rush of air when she suddenly feels Ichigo's warm, wet tongue on the most private part of her body. "Oh, God," she breathes, arching her back.

Ichigo's head is buzzing. He can taste Rukia's want for him and hear her pleasure, and this excites him more than the act itself. He slips two digits inside her for a fresh Rukia-gasp, pumping as he licks and suckles at her jewel.

Rukia takes hold of Ichigo's hair with both hands, filling her fists with it and pulling tightly (yet not enough to actually hurt). She moans his name, her eyes fluttering closed, the back of her head pinning her pillow tightly to the bed. Ichigo picks up speed, making Rukia buck into him and breathe so heavily it borders on hyperventilation.

Ichigo's own desire for Rukia spikes with every sound she makes, every movement of her body. This was meant for Rukia's pleasure but Ichigo finds it quite exhilarating himself.

Soon, Rukia cries out Ichigo's name in disjointed syllables as she clamps around him in a beautiful and intense release.

Ichigo slides up the bed next to Rukia with a small smile of pride on his face. She can't speak for lack of oxygen for a moment and can only tell him with her eyes how good that had just felt, not that he needed her to say so anyway. Her body and intonations had told him that much.

Once her breathing has calmed, Rukia finally speaks. "Ichigo...that was...well I don't know how to describe that, really. I mean 'awesome' doesn't even come close!"

Ichigo grins devilishly. "I thought you might like that. I know I did!"

"Well," Rukia begins, "looks like I owe you a little something now, don't I?" She's the one grinning devilishly, now.

Ichigo looks a little confused, unsure what she means exactly, but he knows it's gotta be something good!

Rukia straddles Ichigo's legs above his knees, and takes hold of the waistbands of both his sweatpants and boxers at once, and tugs them both down. That's his first clue—and the only one he needs. His mouth becomes a silent oval, his eyes closed in excited prescience.

Once the clothing is out of the way...Rukia returns the favor Ichigo did for her. Her mouth encompasses his engorged manhood, immediately moving up and down with moderate suction, running her tongue all along the underside and paying special attention to the tip. Ichigo lies back helplessly as he begins to feel completely out of control--and not minding one bit. Rukia seems to really know what she's doing! It feels too good for any words he knows.

He begins to sputter Rukia's name in halted parts, fisting his hands in Rukia's hair as she had done to him. Rukia delights in his pleasure, and finds the experience of such intimate contact thrilling in and of itself. She moans into him as she pumps, creating small waves of vibration that intensify Ichigo's enjoyment. Soon, Ichigo is on the brink. He tries to remove Rukia's head from his body so as not to make her gag, gently letting her know what's approaching, but she resists his attempt to pluck her off him. With a wail, Ichigo bursts. Rukia stays herself right there, taking it all in and down without a negative reaction, as if she had been doing it for years.

When Ichigo finally stops pulsing, Rukia lets him go, wiping her mouth and giving him a self-satisfied smile. He smiles in return. "Wow, Rukia...that was freaking amazing! How the hell did you know how to do that??"

"Well what about you? You seemed to be like some sort of expert on me a minute ago...wait. Ichigo? Um...does this mean that...and I swear I won't get upset, I'm just curious...have you...I mean...um..."

Ichigo chuckles. "No, Rukia, I've never done that before. You're the only woman I've ever been with. But...what about you?"

Rukia glares at him. "You should know the answer to that!"

"OK, well then tell me how you learned to do that??"

Rukia blushes. "Well...in Sereitei, my sexual education came in the form of books. But they were all technical. I learned the more...uh...creative stuff, believe it or not, from a romance novel I found in your closet."

Ichigo laughs. "Ya know what? When my dad thought it was time I learned about sex, he brought me books too. Mostly medical books and journals; technical like you said. But then he gave me a few romance novels for, as he put it, 'the feminine side of things.' At the time I thought it was a dumb idea, reading books meant for girls, but he insisted. Now I'm glad of it, cuz it taught me stuff the medical books didn't, and look how that turned out!"

It's Rukia's turn to laugh. "Yeah, you're sure right about that! But it's funny, though, because I never would have dreamed that the book I found in your closet was yours all along...I always just assumed one of your sisters left it there!"

They share a laugh together at that. They embrace each other for a few moments to drink in the feel of one another, two naked and 'drained' bodies coming together like two matching pieces of a puzzle. After cuddling for a few minutes, they finally get up and get ready for school. Fully dressed, bookbags in hand, they get to the door of the bedroom. Ichigo pauses, his hand on the door.

"I love you, Rukia." he tells her tenderly, peering into soft, warm lavender eyes. Rukia smiles. "I love you, too...jerk." They grin at one another, and then head out the bedroom and then the front door, walking happily to school together.

THE END

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this little story! It was sure fun to write—and challenging (sometimes frustrating to no end). I usually write an epilogue for my stories, but this one just didn't call for one. I divided my chapters by day, rather than by my usual chapter-style. Tho I put an epilogue-ish ending on here right after the limes. Hope it's ok with you guys, dear readers!

THANK YOU TO ALL WHO READ THIS STORY!

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