A couple of ideas have come to mind for Bleach, and so I've decided to start writing a couple of drabbles here or there. If anybody has any requests, I would be happy to take a look at them (but right now I'm only interested in Ichigo/Rukia). As always, comments (good or bad) are welcome.

Rating: PG-13, language and subject, I guess

Rukia discovers there are books for everything

Post- soul society arc

Researching 'IT'

She had been surprised when she had learned that there were books on such a thing. Her first thought had been: how could anyone describe it, let alone write books on the subject? And, like any other thing, Rukia thought about it. She tried her best to ignore the blush that rose to her cheeks as she recalled her first time with him. It had been very, very unorganized, that was for sure. Neither knew exactly what to do and were guided (if she could think of a way to describe it) by raging hormones.

It started by the incessant meeting and parting of mouths, using lips and teeth and tongue to do things that left them both breathless. And then, it had been the touching of skin. Maybe his hand had been on her hip or her fingers had mindlessly caressed his stomach. Either way, it was very hard to remember what triggered anything. When Rukia tried, feelings and images rushed through her instead of coherent thoughts.

She recalled how she felt very warm and how her stomach clenched and unclenched when he kissed her behind the ear. How his hands felt rough, but the way he touched her had left her trembling. Now she shivered, just with the thought of it.

If it hurt, she barely remembered, and only because his mouth had kept her busy. She could recall –furiously blushing– how after a while it began to feel very, very good. Amazingly good. Good enough, she also recollected, that he had to cover her mouth with his to keep her from making too much noise. Afterwards, she had been out of breath. He had been too. But they were both happy. And later that night she was awoken by his eager touches, only to find that she felt eager too.

She flipped a few pages in her new book, eyes widening when she discovered detailed illustrations. With a frown of concentration, she leaned in close, only to jump when a hand landed on her shoulder. She snapped the book shut and instinctively leapt off the chair, smacking the person behind her.

"Ow! What the fuck?" She was stunned to find Ichigo on the floor, with a hand cupping his jaw. He glared at her. "Rukia, you bitch, what the hell did you do that for?"

"I-Ichigo!" Rukia could feel her cheeks reddening even further and leaned down to offer her hand. "I didn't hear you come in."

"No shit, Sherlock. What the hell were you looking at?"

"A-ah.." She tried to discreetly hold the book behind her back. "N-nothing."

An eyebrow rose. "Really?" Before she could react, he had gotten up from the ground and snatched the book from her hand. "Then what's this?"

"Don't!"

Before she could do anything, he had opened it to a random page. A tinge of pink colored his cheeks. He cleared his throat, closed the book, gave it to her, and crossed to the other side of the room. "I won't even ask," he muttered. "But by tonight, you'd better have learned something new."