Rukia’s black eyes followed every breath Ichigo took as she slowly made her way back to his side. She knelt behind him again and lightly traced the dragon on his shoulder, “I’m sorry I had to leave you, but I didn’t want an audience for what we’re about to do.”
Ichigo shivered from her touch and her words, “Will you release me, aijin? I have been dying to touch you.”
“Not yet, atsusa, I enjoy having you at my mercy like this. Just a bit longer and, if you’re a good boy, I might release you.” Rukia ducked under his arms and stood, once more between him and the wall. She could wait no longer-she had to feel his lips once more. Rukia leaned down and put her hands on his shoulders as she pressed her lips lightly to his. Ichigo let her take the lead; he knew she wanted him to subjugate to her for now. Even so, he couldn’t help himself-he enjoyed the feel of her touch so much that he gently ran his tongue across her lips, begging for entrance. She parted them slightly and he slipped inside her mouth. Rukia moaned at the feel of his talented tongue caressing her own as all of her hard won-and legendary-Kuchiki control was lost to his sensual prowess. She fisted her hands in his fiery hair and deepened the kiss.