...f a whore tonight. He was relieved when they both seemed to snap out of their respective dazes as the first course arrived.
Ran started up the conversation and told Rukia about Ichigo's fight in the forest. Ichigo could see that Rukia's interest was piqued but he didn't know what she would think about his blood thirsty behavior. When Ran finished her detailed depiction of the events, Rukia's eyes were alive with...delight? What kind of woman took pleasure from that kind of thing? The kind of woman you'd like to have for your own, his inner beast whispered. He mentally shook himself as the conversation continued. He continued with the subservient attitude and resisted participating too much. By the time they'd finished dinner, Ichigo was ready to crawl into a bed somewhere and sleep like the dead. However, he knew that wouldn't be the case if the look in Rukia's eyes was any indication. At least I won't have to fuck them both, he thought tiredly.
Rangiku bluntly informed them both that she needed to get laid so she left to find her favorite partner in Kyoto. After her departure, Ichigo and Rukia made their way up the stairs and into Rukia's suite. Ichigo knew what was coming and tried to steel himself against feeling any unwanted sentimentality but it was not to be. As soon as she turned those beautiful eyes on him and began peeling the shirt from his body, any thought of remaining aloof flew out the w...