By Nickleback

I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride
Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight
I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out
I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run
Your mom don't know that you were missing
She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I've been kissing

No, we're never gonna quit
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we're animals
No, no matter where we go
'Cause everybody knows
We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Check out the trouble we're in

You're beside me on the seat
Got your hand between my knees
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze
It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears
By now, no doubt that we were heading south
I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth
'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch
It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch
I'm screamin'

No, we're never gonna quit
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we're animals
No, no matter where we go
'Cause everybody knows
We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Look at the trouble we're in

We were parked out by the tracks
We're sitting in the back
And we just started getting busy
When she whispered "what was that?"
The wind, I think 'cause no one else knows where we are
And that was when she started screamin'

"That's my dad outside the car!"
Oh please, the keys, they're not in the ignition
Must have wound up on the floor while
we were switching our positions
I guess they knew that she was missing
As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing

No, we're never gonna quit
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we're animals
No, no matter where we go
'Cause everybody knows
We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in
We're just a couple of animals
Get in, just get in

Ain't nothing wrong with it
Check out the trouble we're in
Get in, just get in.


By Tituba

Rating: M

Ichigo twitched anxiously in his seat and stared hard at the glittering house before him.

"Rukia," his voice sounded strained and irritated as he muttered to the empty seat beside him. "Where the fuck are you? You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago." His body flinched once again in the driver's seat and he sighed in exasperation. His eyes were straining to see into the darkness but he could barely make anything out. Everything was just so dark. Only the gleam of the white paint on the house in front of him stood out in the stark night.

"Damn…" he muttered, "The things I do for that ungrateful midget."

He checked his watch nervously and wondered if she had forgotten about tonight.

He quickly dashed the thought from his head and growled. No, she wouldn't forget, it was too important to both of them for her to just forget.

He heard a rustle to the side of him and jerked his head in its direction. His heart sped up at the possible meanings behind that sound and he swallowed anxiously. There were two, meanings, of course, one meant undeniable bliss and the other meant certain death. Ichigo just prayed it was the former.

"Rukia?" He whispered, feeling foolish for whispering inside of a car.

Suddenly, the passenger door opened and in stepped the bane of his existence and the love of his life: Rukia Kuchiki.

She was barely settled in her seat before Ichigo's hands left the wheel, grabbed the back of her head, twisted his fingers in her ebony locks, and covered her mouth with his. Tonight he didn't bother with any types of pleasantries or even erotic foreplay. He was far too impatient for that. He angled her head to the side and groaned when she immediately opened to him. It seemed that she was in no mood for games either. He heard a whimper coming from Rukia's direction and grinned when her throat sent an unwitting moan out of her lips. He drove into her hard and fast, his tongue easily dominating hers for a scintillating and fiery kiss that stole both of their breath.

"Ichigo…" Rukia whispered as he continued a trail of fire down her neck. His hands were edging around her hips and coming dangerously close to her ass. She moaned softly as he kissed her collar bone and dared to go down lower.

"Ichigo," she said again, this time with much more finality in her tone. He groaned softly and raised his mouth to play with her earlobe while she struggled to breathe.

"We can't do it here," she chastised him in an angelic voice. "Someone m-might see and then—oh God—and w-we might—"

Ichigo stopped her butchered sentence by shifting his head to the side and kissing her once again. He grinned into the kiss when he felt Rukia melt into a pile of jell-o underneath his skilled hands. Her fingers were hanging weakly onto his shoulders and her knees were trembling precariously as she balanced on them. Ichigo's hands weren't helping much either. With each pass of his tongue against hers he brought his devilish fingers that much closer to that place on Rukia that was throbbing with heat.

The outside of her nightgown felt heated to the touch and Ichigo instinctively knew that she had chosen not to wear underwear for their outing tonight. What blood was left in his brain traveled south at this thought and he responded by making the kiss more desperate and dangerous.

He nipped at her bottom lip as his hand roved around to cup the place he knew to be dripping right now. Rukia let out a startled yelp and her eyes flew open immediately.

Ichigo was completely ready to yank her into the backseat right now and have his way with her. God knows he had waited long enough to feel her silky smooth skin sliding against his own. He had been scratching the days off the calendar waiting for today to arrive. He wanted to feel her tight around him, panting, gasping, moaning…

So it was quite understandable that when Rukia reached down, grabbed his wrists, jerked her mouth away, and gave him a dark, withering, glare, Ichigo was not pleased in the slightest.

"Are you stupid?" Rukia demanded breathlessly. Her lips were pink and her cheeks were flaming red. Her hair was tumbling down her shoulders as they heaved up and down. This brought his attention to her chest and he readily gazed down at the front of her nightshirt. His mouth broke out into a grin when he saw her perky breasts poking through the thin cotton. He raised a hand to touch her again when he realized that Rukia was still holding his wrists hostage.

"Oh no you don't." She intoned viciously. "If my brother even suspects what we're doing he'll come out and kill you himself."

Ichigo set his jaw grumpily but kept his eyes fixed on Rukia's heaving breasts. Granted, they weren't much to look at, being so tiny and all, but he loved them just as much as he loved the rest of her petit body. He shuddered as thoughts of his hands running all over her body came into his mind once again. Gliding over the curve of her waist, the gentle rise of her hip, and the strong length of her thigh… right to the place he loved most of all, nestled inside a small bed of midnight curls…

Her body was simply far too perfect for him to take for granted. Not that he had noticed it right away, hell, when he had first come upon her two years ago in school he had thought she looked like a third grader pretending to be one of the "big kids."

Boy had he been wrong. Not only had the little minx managed to completely capture his attention—and his sex drive—but she had also managed, in the span of one freaking year, to capture his heart. As ridiculous as that sounded it was true. Ichigo Kurosaki, bad-ass extraordinaire, had fallen in love with a woman a foot shorter than him who possessed a temper to match his own. He loved everything about her, everything down to the very last hair on her perfect head.

Hell, everything seemed to be going perfectly between them for a while. They would see each other in school, hang out after class, she would eat dinner with his family, and he would take her home usually after a very long and drawn out kissing session. Everything had been going great… until her brother found out what they were doing.

Byakuya Kuchiki, the devil in Karakura town… or at least, that's what he was to Ichigo, to the town he was more like a much needed and beloved philanthropist. He also happened to be Rukia's brother-in-law and her legal guardian. Ichigo didn't know how it happened, but one night he had been standing with Rukia outside of her gated house, kissing her senseless, when her brother materialized out of nowhere and calmly asked him to leave.

As it turned out, the only reason Byakuya was letting Rukia spend so much time with "this Ichigo person" was simply because Byakuya thought "this Ichigo person" was, in fact, a girl. He had no way of knowing that it was a boy his sister had been dating for a couple of months. Or that this boy had parents who were strange enough to conveniently name him after a copiously seeded fruit.

So, much to Rukia and Ichigo's horror, Byakuya forbade Rukia from having contact with him ever again. At first, the pair thought that this would be alright; after all, they only had about one more year of high school left and then college. They could still see each other in class, during lunch, and even a bit after class. They thought that they could survive until they were accepted into a university.

That was when their damned hormones decided to kick in.

It was almost three months ago that Rukia and Ichigo realized that they both wanted to have sex. Having sex, however, was difficult when your brother basically had a S.W.A.T team out to try and keep you apart from your significant other. They had to devise a plan that would allow them to see each other without the threat of Ichigo being torn limb from limb by her brother.

The first couple of times Rukia managed to sneak out of the house were successful. She and Ichigo met at his house—preferably when his father was away at one of his sisters' soccer games—and together they discovered the entirely new form their relationship could take. The heat, the passion, and the ecstasy they experienced with each other could barely be contained. They began to see each other more and more and more… each time throwing a little more caution away until finally, they were caught.

Or, at least, Rukia was caught. She had attempted to sneak out of the house only to find Byakuya waiting for her near the bottom of the hanging ivy. Afterwards, Rukia told him, Byakuya had torn down the ivy, given her a horrible lecture, threatened to move, and had even called Ichigo's father to chastise his loose sense of morals for letting his son roam around freely with his sister. Ichigo had been confused by the last part seeing as how he had never received such a lecture from his father. Rukia could only glumly assume that Isshin—Ichigo's father—actually approved of the lengths his son was going through to see the girl he loved.

"Byakuya's not as enthusiastic." Rukia had said bitterly.

So, Ichigo and Rukia had been left in a rather horrible bind. She was desperate to see him, he needed to see her, and still they had no way of being together. Her brother had even gone as far as to remove her from Ichigo's classroom. The only times they could see each other now was at lunch, and even then they were surrounded by people.

Their desperation reached new peaks as the months dragged on. Finally, Ichigo had come up with a suggestion so crazy it was bound to work.

Now, every Thursday night at exactly midnight, Ichigo came to Rukia's house driving his fathers much unused car. He waited for Rukia to sneak out of her house and come join him. They would drive to the outer limits of Karakura and just sit and be together.

Generally, whenever they were together like this, they had sex. Some nights, however, they just unfurled their bodies on the hood of his car, watched the stares, twined their fingers together, and talked.

Ichigo looked sideways at Rukia and grinned. Tonight would not be one of those nights.

Begrudgingly, Ichigo pulled away from her and allowed her to sit back and buckle her seat belt. He watched her out of the corner of his eye and smirked when he noticed the slight but frantic beating of her heart through the thin nightgown she wore. God she looked good. His eyes slid down even further and took note of the two pointed tips of her mulberry nipples poking through the cloth.

Pointedly ignoring the pain in his crotch, Ichigo pulled away from the curb as quietly as he could and began to drive to their preferred spot.

He needed to calm himself down. He needed to resist the urge to just pull the car over and fuck her on the side of the highway. He needed to talk to her without being… overtly sexual.

"So…" he choked, his voice strained. "What's new?"

"Just keep driving Kurosaki," she said heatedly. Ichigo's breath caught in his throat as he watched her unbuckle her seat belt out of the corner of his eye. His fingers tightened on the wheel and his blood began to hum when he felt her petal-soft lips begin to caress his neck.

"R-Rukia…" he stammered. Her breathing was heady in his ear and he shivered as he felt her tiny pink tongue come out and toy with the base of his earlobe. "Wh—what are you doing?"

"Oh come on," she muttered, her voice was teasing and not the least bit chastising. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

The car jerked sporadically as Ichigo tried very hard to keep control over the gas, the brake, and the steering wheel all at once. With Rukia's small hand smoothing over his chest it was even harder than he had first imagined.

"You shouldn't be d-doing this…" he said, his voice a strange mix of husky and gruff. "I could crash."

"But you won't." She sighed into his neck. Her devilish mouth was toying with his jaw and both of her hands were sliding over parts of his body that were making him fight to keep control of both the car and himself. "I know you won't." She said huskily. Her left hand twirled inside of his hair and gripped the back of his head gently while the other rested on his abdomen.

"Rukia," he choked when her fingers began lightly tapping over the part of him that was stiff and hard and aching inside of his pants. "Oh… f-f-fuck…" her hand was stroking him up and down through the thick denim material. From base to tip, she felt everything about Ichigo—which was quite a lot.

"Eyes on the road," she giggled against his neck.

Ichigo's mind was in a fog as he stared blearily out into the road. Everything seemed hazy the more Rukia stroked and pleasured him. His fingernails dug into the faux leather of the steering wheel and the speedometer slowed fractionally. He might've wanted to get to the spot as soon as possible but he sure as hell wasn't going to risk both of their lives in order to get their fast. Especially not with Rukia doing such tantalizing things to his body. This was definitely something he wanted to savor.

"Hold it steady," Rukia whispered and Ichigo's hazy head nodded. He continued driving as steadily as he could but nothing, not even Rukia's warning, could possibly prepare him for what she did next.

Ichigo no longer felt himself surrounded by a soft denim barrier. The front of his jeans had been opened swiftly and tugged down as far as they could go. Rukia's mouth had left its place on her neck and, in the space of three nanoseconds, had encased him within her lips.

The string of shocked expletives that flew from his mouth had no deterring effect on Rukia, her mouth, or her tongue. Every part of her seemed completely and totally focused on her new task that she barely registered anything that Ichigo said. He groaned and whined while her tongue swept along his complete length. Her mouth sucked him lightly and her head bobbed up and down, mimicking what would come later when they were both participating.

Ichigo slowly felt his body losing all control of its senses. He fought to keep his hazy head on the road but it just felt so good. Rukia had always been good at this sort of thing, even when she had awkwardly tried it for the first time.

Rukia's teeth scraped the tip of his erection and Ichigo lurched in the seat. "Oh god…" He grunted, even though his teeth were painfully clasped together, sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped onto his chest. "Rukia—I… y-you… fu-u-uck!"

He could feel her smiling against his skin and her hands joined in as well. She cupped him fully and ran her finger over the vein on the underside of his cock.

Heavenly, that was the word for how Rukia was making him feel at the moment. His eyes fluttered shut and nearly rolled into the back of his head. Rukia's tongue was swirling around him, her fingers were teasing him, and her throat was making these little noises that made him feel sparks shooting all over his body. A shout echoed throughout the car and the vehicle jerked to the side of the road. It took all of Ichigo's will and determination to get the damn thing back onto the actual street and to not pass out. Rukia—he couldn't believe it—hadn't even moved an inch. She was still, save her mouth and hands, pleasuring him until… until…

"Shit!" Ichigo groaned as he felt himself releasing into her mouth. A smirk curved onto Rukia's lips as she accepted everything he came to offer. He was left sweating, panting, and limp against the seat of the car while his fingers tried desperately to stay on the steering wheel. His eyes roamed over to the sides of the road and he wondered if he passed out now whether or not they would die if they crashed.

It would be her fault though, he thought blissfully, who does that to a man when they're driving?

Although if he were forced to admit it… he'd say it had been pretty damn kinky.

Rukia's head appeared near his chest and she nuzzled him thoughtfully. Her arms curled around his midsection and she smiled happily as she stroked his body through his shirt.

The car was silent—they hadn't even thought to turn on the radio—as they sat there, basking in the glow of something that was a bit more unusual than they were used to. But hell, when you couldn't wait you just couldn't wait.

"You shouldn't have done that," Ichigo grunted softly, his voice was chastising but pleased as he spoke, "It felt so good… I almost drove into a ditch."

"I'm sure you could've handled it." She answered breezily.

Ichigo scoffed and rolled his eyes. Slowly, he allowed one of his arms to come away from the steering wheel—he had permanently damaged the thing by how hard he had been gripping it—and wrapped it around her small body.

If there was one thing about Rukia that made him fall deeper in love with her than anything else, it was her undying trust in his abilities to do just about anything. She always believed in him, no matter what. She wasn't the type of person who would accept your defeat and just let you slide with the phony excuse of 'it's too hard' or 'I'll do it later.' No, she was the type of person who'd kick you on the side of the head and force you to finish what you've started. No matter what the situation or the circumstances.

Not to mention that her feisty determination made sex exceptionally hot. She wouldn't leave until they both felt so completely and absolutely satisfied, which sometimes meant doing it again and again and again…

He shuddered and pulled her closer to him. He could feel how warm and tantalizing she was beneath the gown. Ichigo licked his lips when he thought of what he was going to do to her once they reached their destination. Her head resting on the crook of his shoulder and his neck. He'd push her into the back seat, rip off that nightgown, and place his head between her milky thighs. He was going to make sure that she screamed like a porn star and came so many times that she'd have to fake a gym class injury just so she could explain her sudden limp to her brother.

She sighed against him and Ichigo smiled when her finger began to trail circles around his chest.

"So," she asked conversationally as her head tilted up and she grinned. "Are we there yet?"

That's my Rukia.