This has been done for the IchiRuki FC at Bleach Asylum, for the 4rd day out of the seven to celebrate Ichigo's birthday. Dedicated to Annie especially and the girls (you girls make me laugh so much XD). Part of the 7 days universe but published separatly for obvious reasons XD Japaneses are weak against alcohol, I had to point it before I began XD I am not sure if there will be one or more stories, explains why the global title and the drabble's title aren't the same.

Title: The vodka aftermath
Theme: vodka
Rating: obviously M/NC-17
Word count: 865

He should have known that going to Keigo’s party was a bad, very bad idea. He should have refused, but Rukia had insisted to go, because, she had said, it was important for Keigo and Tatsuki. So they had gone. He was to blame too, he thought darkly, since he had been careless. Rukia came back at one point with two drinks, and he drank his glass without questioning what was in. After all, she knew he seldom drink alcohol, didn’t she? It was when she flippantly declared that this vodka orangething tasted good that he understood. And she was already drinking her second glass when she asked him innocently –oh, way too innocently– ‘by the way, what is vodka?’ that he knew he was going to be damned.

And two glasses were enough to make her totally drunk and half asleep. He had curse all his way back to his father’s home, while carrying her, very princess-like –a bit too much for his taste, especially since he had a clear view on her cleavage and that the shortness of her dress allowed him to touch her thighs. He could still feel the effects of the alcohol in his blood and that was definitely bad to be able to touch her soft skin like this.

They were now in his old room. It had a hint of nostalgia now that he thought about it, but it was beside the point. The point was –Rukia– that his mind was still a bit foggy, completely –Rukia– filled by his fiancée. He planted a light kiss on her lips and lay down by her side, on his –way too– tiny bed.

“Ichigo?” she murmured.

Surprised –he thought she was sleeping–, he turned his head, to find her watching him, leaning on her elbow, a small smirk on her face. “Rukia? I thought you were sleeping.”

“Not anymore,” she retorted, climbing –literally– on him to steal a kiss, a strange sparkle in her eyes. Oh, no. “Because you woke me up.”

He felt his body stiffened up –he was only wearing boxer shorts, and her dress was still too short and too revealing, and she was still drunk so there was no way he’d–

“You look troubled, Ichigo.”

“Rukia, you’re drunk. You have to sleep and probably have some aspirin and coffee on the morning.”

“I’m not drunk!” she protested.

“Yes you are. You’d never act like this if you were sober. And I’m not having sex with you while you’re drunk.”

“Is that so?” In one motion her dress ended up on the floor and there she was, revealing all her beauty. She was only wearing panties under her dress and why, oh why did she chose to sit down on his stomach? He could feel that the –very– thin fabric was the only thing separating him from –no, that was bad thought, not the moment, really and–

She leaned down and licked his lips. I’m so screwed, he thought darkly, fighting his own body to not put his hands on her. Instead, he chose to grab the sheet and squeeze it. When her tongue parted his lips, he could barely think anymore –with her breasts brushing her torso and one of her hands lightly caressing his neck, how could he still have thoughts?

Why did her body felt so good? He had no clue, however, when she left his mouth for his ear, nibbling, licking, sucking all the way through –his jaw, his chin–, one of his finally left the sheet for her inner thigh –so soft, so soft it made him crave for more instantly.

Her lips –with that tongue that knew how to drive him crazy so easily– left his ear to play with his neck. He moaned inwardly, which made her chuckle lightly.

“Are you sure you don’t want to, Ichigo?” she asked.

She’s drunk, she’s drunk, she’s drunk, she’s–

The thought alone wasn’t enough though, because this Rukia was so damn sexy and so damn exciting that he couldn’t care less anymore. He got rid of her panties, which made her chuckle more, and pinned against the mattress, exchanging his valuable position against another one –as interesting, to say the least.

He trailed hungry kisses on her neck, earning soft moans, before focusing on her nipples. Her body was slowly moving, arching under the pleasure, making him grin proudly. His hand was lost on her stomach, caressing it slowly, wanting to lower but not quite yet. He could feel the desire pulsing in his veins and his boxers being way too tight to be comfortable.

As if Rukia had guess that too, her hands travelled down his body, only to help him remove them –brushing him in the process, sending him waves of pleasure. He groaned, refocusing his attention on her legs, gently kissing them, slowly, excruciatingly slowly.

“Rukia,” he breathed. Oh, he wanted so much her to remember. That was the only unfair thing, to him at least.

No reply.

“Rukia?” he asked, quite surprised, watching her closely.

She had passed out and was sleeping peacefully. Ichigo cursed and swore that his future wife would never –ever– touch alcohol again.