Life; Here and After

By Tituba

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You

Rukia felt his hands snake around her waist, pulling her backwards until her bare back met a warm, naked, chiseled chest.

Emphasis on naked.

"Again?" She sighed, her thighs closing in protest but she knew that it was a halfhearted attempt. The insides were slickening already.

He chuckled and the lithe expulsions of heated air hit the back of her neck, causing her to shudder.

"It's been over four hours," he said as casually as he could. "You promised we'd do what I wanted on Sunday if you lost the game."

She'd never play this 'checkers' game again.

"Yes well." She slugged under the warm covers and curled her arm around a crumpled pillow. "That was before I knew what you had in mind."

"You knew exactly what I had in mind," he countered, confidence oozing from every word. His lips were curled into a smirk as he sent butterfly kisses over her shoulder and down her arm. Her spine tried not to tremble, it really did. "And you wanted it."

Her tendency to tell the truth stopped her from offering a counter argument. She simply wrinkled her nose and allowed his fingers to tickle and teak her body at his leisure. She's start participating in a minute.

After only a few seconds she felt her body responding; if his hands were flames then she was the wood. No matter how hard she tried to pretend she was tired or worn or uninterested she knew she was ready to be lit on fire once more.

Rukia turned in his arms and accepted his kiss with a soft smile. When his mouth let hers to travel down her neck.

She laughed softly and hummed, "I think you're addicted to sex, Ichigo."

His nose wiggled against her collarbone and it took her a moment to realize he was shaking his head.

"No," he said, his lips writing pure poetry as he made her body quiver, "I'm addicted to you."

Rukia could no longer speak. Her lips were being put to better use.

She was smiling.

(A/N: Oh I just love writing sex-hungry Ichigo. :D I hope you all liked it. PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!! Tituba.)