It seems that each chapter of these Untold Stories are dedicated to Annie. Well, this one makes no exception, and here it is :3 Full smut, once again - is it better than the previous one? I wonder XD She told me that Ichigo deserved it, after the movie, so I guess that's why some lines should rang bells XD Thanks to debbiechan who betaed this.
As for my other stories... don't mention them. I will try to have a go at Freed, but that's not something I can promise, being majorly busy. Enjoy!

Words: around 2100
Prompt: New Year's Eve
Warning: this story is rated NC-17!

The night was falling. Ichigo had had to insist this time – he wanted this first New Year’s Eve as fiancés to be theirs, and theirs only. Besides that, they saw their friends every-fucking-day. And, to top that, they’d have to go to Soul Society to spend the day with Byakuya the next day. So, for once, he just didn’t want to share Rukia with them. Everything was prepared – they made the dinner earlier, but left the food in the kitchen. He was ready, just a shirt with a pair of jeans, but Rukia was late.

“Rukia,” he called, knocking on the bathroom’s door, “what the hell are you doing?”

He heard some noise in said bathroom, and a groan.

“Are you alright?” he asked, suddenly worried. Did she slip or something? It wasn’t like her.

“You can’t laugh,” she finally said, the door still closed.

“I won’t laugh, I won’t laugh,” he promised, wondering now what was going on.

The door opened carefully. Behind it was a defiant Rukia, wearing a little purple dress held by lace on her neck. Her chest was outlined by the dress’s shape and the colour, a bit darker. And she also had tights, or were those stockings? Whatever they were, they were nearly transparent, glittering under the light. But what left him speechless was the lipstick – it was a first, and what colour was that? It did look edible, like raspberries or something. She also wore mascara and nail polish. Was she really Rukia? He blinked, trying to recover.

“I knew you’d laugh,” she said, closing the door abruptly.

He stopped it with a foot, right before it closed.

“I don’t think I laughed,” he retorted, forcing his way into the bathroom.

“It was written all over your face!”

“And why should I laugh?”

“The make up! It’s weird, isn’t it? Even I know this!”

“I don’t think so. It’s surprising but… I really like it.” He bent down, to kiss her and prove his point, but she stopped him, putting her hands in front of his mouth.

“You can’t! The girls said it’d take the lipstick away if you did!”

His eyes twitched. “Why the hell do you care?”

“Let’s say that I don’t want to see your lips with my lipstick,” she laughed. “Or maybe you want it?” she added, kissing him on the cheek. “There. Aren’t you looking good like that?” she asked, pointing at his reflection in the mirror.

Ugh. “What the fuck?” he protested, trying to get it off with some water.

“You can’t take it off either now,” she grinned. “It’s like a territory mark, isn’t it?”

She looked really amused – just how much did she like to torture him sometimes, he wondered – but this just gave him a better idea. Without saying anything, he lifted her in his arms, attacking her neck with sweet kisses while going back to his room.

“Ichigo! What are you doing?”

He rushed into his room before replying, a bit amused himself. “Marking territory.”

“Fool,” she said.

“Oh yes. Tell me warm words,” he grinned.

“And you had to come back here just for that?” she countered.

He suddenly felt embarrassed. It was true that they were only together – even Kon had been kidnapped by Yuzu. Old habits die hard, he thought. He chose to ignore the embarrassing question and untied the laces. The dress stayed on Rukia, instead of falling down as he expected.

“That’d be too easy,” she grinned.

“Don’t be amused so easily.” His hand found the way to the – well hidden – zip and, in an instant, the dress was at her feet. “Now who wins?” he asked boyishly.

“I wonder.”

Under her dress, she only wore white lacy panties. And, of course, she still had her stockings on. That was unfair, he thought darkly, she was just too sexy for his own good. He pushed her against the wall and slowly attacked her breasts.

“I thought we were going to eat?”

She was trying to divert him from his goal, he knew it; but he wasn’t about to give up, not now, not when fever was invading both of their bodies. “I just decided to eat the dessert first.”

“That should come last,” she replied, unbuttoning his shirt nonetheless.

He left her breast to take her hands in his and pressed himself entirely against her, crushing her between him and the wall, crucifying her so that she wouldn’t push him back. “Is that so?”

He could feel her skin against his, warm and soft, tempting, firing up his hunger, tantalizing him, making him almost dizzy. “Isn’t it what people do, usually?”

“Who cares about people,” he snorted. He bent down, kissing fervently her neck, her breasts, slowly putting a knee on the floor, to continue his assault on her hips, her stomach, every inch of her that wasn’t covered. His finger sneaked under her panties’ elastic, caressing just that hidden part of her belly, while her fingers ran through his hair, tensing up slightly every time he hit one of her weak spots… His hand caught her panties and made them slide along her legs. Slowly, he lifted one of her leg out of the panties, putting her thigh on his shoulder and began to lick its inside, starting right where the stocking stopped to go up as languorously as he could. Her skin was so warm and soft there, it was almost a crime to not taste it.

He was immediately rewarded. “Ichigo,” she moaned, her fingers suddenly gripping his bangs, her whole body arching under the pleasure.

He couldn’t help but grin proudly – it was just like that, he just loved that he was the only one who was allowed to touch her that way and make her body wild. Her other leg soon followed the same fate, and she blushed lightly. “Ichigo, what are you doing?” she exclaimed, trying to keep her balance.

“It’s ok. I won’t let you fall,” he promised, putting his hands on her hips to help her and make sure that she indeed wouldn’t fall.

She relaxed, only to suddenly bend even more when he gleefully attacked the most intimate part of her body, totally exposed to his hungry self. Leisurely, he took his time, gently nibbling, sucking, licking, enjoying her moans and each of her body movements. When he sped up brutally, she was already so sensitive that she came violently, shaking in his hands and panting hard.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, he thought even prouder of himself, watching her intensely. For Rukia to let her pleasure show so much was rare – she liked to be in control – so he was happy that he followed his idea, after all.

Her fingers let go of his hair and her feet returned to the floor, somehow still shaking a bit. She took his face in her hands and grinned. He knew what that meant. Uh oh. His jeans were already way too tight – to a point were it was almost painful – would he be able to–

She bent down and kissed his neck. He could feel her tongue playing here and there between kisses.

“And your lipstick?” he asked, slowly getting up.

She changed her target as he got up, leaving a lipstick mark around his nipple. “I don’t mind seeing your body covering by it,” she retorted playfully. “Beside,” she added, catching his jeans by the waist to pull him against her, “if all my lipstick is gone, then you’ll be able to kiss me, right?”

Her hands were inside his jeans, so close from his erection – and here she was rubbing her hips against it, there was just no way she couldn’t feel it. “Is that so?” he replied, masking a groan as she attacked his other nipple. Suddenly he felt free from his jeans and realized only then that she had been unbuttoning it. Her lips were planting kisses on his belly when she pushed down both his boxer and jeans altogether. Her lipstick, he noticed, was almost gone and here and there, on his body, were traces that he was sure she made on purpose, more marked than others. She teased him, kissing his hips, coming back on his stomach, to go back further away and suddenly lick him right beside his length. It was pure torture. It was pure delight. Something like that, certainly – was his brain melting?

He had to put both hands on the wall to lean on it when her tongue slid along his erection. The world was spinning, there was no other explanation. He felt so weak, yet so powerful – the pleasure was electrifying, almost too much, and when she put it in her mouth, he had to remind himself that he couldn’t come yet, because he wanted to indulge Rukia and himself more after that.

“Rukia,” he moaned, letting her name escape.

It was too much, so, painfully, he put a hand on her head to stop her. She understood and got up again. No lipstick at all, he thought victoriously, kissing her – finally. He wanted to taste her mouth so badly, feel her tongue replying to his passion feverishly, feel her whole body against his, her hot skin becoming even hotter.

He took both of her hands, intertwined their fingers, crushing her once again against the wall. And entered her.

He lost count of the times where she called his name – or the times when he called hers out. He couldn’t remember well, but at some time they ended up on the floor, Rukia topping him – it was just too good, too blurry.

Then, she tensed up and he felt another violent climax that triggered his. Her body finally felt softly on his, her breath calming down. He put his arms around her, gently.

“I have to retake a shower,” she noticed.

“Yeah, me too.”

“And I’m hungry.”

“Should we hurry, or should we take a shower together?”

“Are you telling me that you’d take a shower with me without doing anything?” she smirked.

“I can,” he lied.

“You know you’re still in me, right? So when you lie so obviously, how could I not know?”

“It’s decided then! Shower!” He got up and took her in his arms, going back to the bathroom.

“Ichigo, what about my dress?”

“It’s ok, we’ll come back later on!”

The door bell rang.

They look at each other, surprised. “Uh?” they both exclaimed at the same time.

But, no one is supposed to come.

“It’s ok, maybe it’s a mistake,” but, as he said that, the door’s bell rang continuously. “Shit!”

He flew in his clothes while Rukia rushed in the bathroom. He just finished buttoning up his shirt when he opened up the door.

“What the fuck? I told you no, guys!”

In front of him, all his so-called friends were grinning stupidly.

“Don’t worry about the food, Ichigo,” grinned Keigo, “we brought plenty!”

“And champagne too!” approved Mizuiro, showing the bottles.

“Are we here to early, Kurosaki?” smirked Ishida. “Were you planning to do something else?” To kill him, or not…

“Well, I guess I have no choice,” he grumbled, letting them come in.

“By the way, Ichigo,” suddenly grinned Renji, “what is this lipstick mark on your cheek?”

Oh, crap. He totally forgot about it – luckily the black shirt was covering the other marks she did but… “I was trying to take that off when you guys showed up,” he lied. “I’m going upstairs taking it off this time and sending you Rukia.” And I may as well have a short shower… hope those marks will go, he groaned mentally.

He left them preparing the night, while going back to the bathroom. Rukia was there, stepping into her stockings. “They saw the lipstick mark,” he told her, taking off his clothes.

“Lucky that they only saw that one,” she chuckled.

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s ok, it’s ok!”

“They’re waiting for you you know.”

She hastily put on her dress. “I know, but I can’t go downstairs without my lipstick now.”

He groaned more. “Well, at least, I had my dessert.”

“You better not complain about that,” she said while facing the mirror, trying to concentrate to put back on her lipstick.

“I’m complaining because I only had it partly,” he corrected her.

“Ah, I guess we’ll have to find a way to sneak the rest of this dessert tomorrow then. To celebrate the New Year.”

“I’ll take that as a promise then,” he grinned.

“Indeed,” she smiled, leaving him in the bathroom.