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Ichigo’s eyes were glued on the flat-screen TV, his fingers furiously jabbing at the buttons of his video game controller. He leaned forward, sitting right at the edge of the sofa, engrossed with the racing game that he was winning.
Today had been a rough, hectic day at work, and after having a nice long soak in the bath, there was no better way to get rid of those stubborn, lingering crumbs of stress than owning a few rounds in a video game.
Big yellow letters flashed across the screen, proclaiming his victory, and Ichigo grinned, quickly selecting to play another round.
He was half-way through the lap when Rukia padded into the livingroom, her short dark hair damp and dishevelled, her cheeks pink. The towel was still hanging around her neck and she was barefoot, wearing one of those loose, over-sized t-shirts that made her look even more petite than she actually was.
Ichigo’s eyes left the TV screen and his grip of the video game controller slackened as Rukia stopped by the sofa to stretch; her back arching and her arms languidly rising up to the air. The hem of her t-shirt hiked up, revealing an expanse of the creamy skin of her thigh, and Ichigo swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
Enraptured, he was unable to move his gaze and didn’t even notice that the flashing letters on the TV screen were now announcing his failure, the car he’d been steering had veered off course and crashed.
Feeling his eyes on her, Rukia turned and met Ichigo’s gaze. A familiar spark lit her deep violet eyes, a knowing little smirk bloomed on her pink lips.
She propped her hand on her hip, accentuating the curve previously hidden by the folds of the t-shirt.
“See anything you like?” she asked, her voice rich with the teasing lilt he knew so well.
“Plenty,” he replied.
“You’re not half-bad either,” she said, that smirk still playing on her lips.
Ichigo set his controller down on the coffee table. There was, after all, one way to destress that was even better than a video game.
He reached across the sofa and grabbed her small wrist in a firm grip. Rukia followed willingly, obediently allowing him to pull her over. At his insistent tug she stumbled onto the sofa. She settled into his lap and smiled at him, wrapping her arms comfortably around his neck.
“Hi there,” she breathed, her voice noticeably a few shades huskier.
Ichigo grunted and pulled her flush against him, holding onto her shoulder with one hand. He kissed her and the fingers of his other hand tangled with the wet strands of her hair. Forceful and eager, his lips moved against hers and Rukia smiled again. Her small hands rose to grab his cheeks as Ichigo deepened the kiss. His hand dropped from Rukia’s shoulder and slid down her spine, slipping under the hem of her t-shit to cup her buttock. As his hand curled around the warm curve of flesh, he pulled back from her, staring at her, his jaw slack in surprise.
“You all right?” she asked, violet eyes alight with mirth.
“Fine,” he croaked, his shoulders slumping. “It’s just that something here seems to be missing.”
“Really?” She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “And what would that be?”
“Your underwear.”
“Oh, that. I thought I’d save you the trouble, since you were going to pull them off me anyway.”
“I was?” Ichigo’s eyebrow arched, and a ghost of a smile tugged the corner of his lips. “You seem awfully sure about that.”
“One hundred percent,” Rukia said, raising her chin. “I’ve never failed to seduce you.”
And, as if to prove her point, she looked him in the eyes while she slowly, deliberately, rolled her hips.
Ichigo groaned, gripping her tighter. She was right, and they both knew it. From the start, he’d never been able to resist her. His head fell to rest on her shoulder.
“All right,” he sighed, “you win. I give up.”
“Great!” She grinned and playfully bit his earlobe. “Then… let’s take this to the bedroom.”
Ichigo shook his head but returned the smile. Then, he cupped her ass with both hands and stood, bringing her up with him. Rukia clasped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“As you wish,” Ichigo murmured into her ear, and began to walk.