DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach or any of the related characters. I give all credit to Tite Kubo.

A/N: Okay, so here's my first Bleach fic. I have recently become quite obsessed with the series and have always been supportive of the RukiaxIchigo pairing. (I dunno, Orihime just kinda drives me nuts.) This isn't very explicit, but has some adult themes. Please enjoy.

A Foggy Feeling...

Crreeeaaak...

Rukia's fingers slipped through her raven-colored hair, the water landing in droplets on the tile of the shower. Stepping out, she pulled a towel from the nearby rack.

The soft cloth was dragged across her pale skin, soaking up the last traces of water on her body. Moving toward the door, she caught her reflection in the mirror. She blinked slowly, staring at herself. Gently, she allowed the towel fall to the floor.

She wasn't entirely pleased with her gigai, but she wasn't sure how things would be different if she looked like, say, Orihime. Orihime was beautiful. She was tall, and leggy, and her hair was so long. And her breasts. Her breasts were so...

Rukia glanced down at her much smaller ones. No normal teenage boy would ever prefer her when Orihime was around. No normal teenage boy would even glance her way.

But then again, Ichigo was no normal teenage boy. She knew that. Perhaps more than anyone else.

Shaking her head, Rukia tried not to think about him. She had been doing her best to ignore the strange feelings that had come over her since she'd been in this body. She had never thought she'd feel like this again, but it was certainly nothing she welcomed. She remembered the last time this happened. She remembered the pain it had caused.

No, she thought furiously. I won't go through that again.

Instead of moving, she continued to stare at herself.

But what if this time is different?

Ichigo had never shown a real attraction toward Orihime. He had never fell victim to her voluptuous figure. Despite how much Orihime worshipped him, he didn't see her as anything more than a friend. Or at least, he'd never shown any signs of them being anything more than that.

But why did Rukia care? She couldn't care. She wouldn't allow herself to care. As soon as she got her powers back, she would never see Ichigo again. She would never return to his side. And besides, there was nothing between them. One could hardly consider them friends, the way they argued.

There's a fine line between love and hate...

Rukia had read that somewhere before, but had tried to ignore it, though it seemed to eat away at the back of her mind. There was something about Ichigo that always appealed to her, though she could hardly explain it.

Perhaps it was because she merely longed for the feeling of a warm body beside her once again, but she often found herself dreaming of being beside Ichigo, as she lay half-asleep in her closet. As she stared at her reflection, her mind wandered back to those daydreams. To those forbidden thoughts.

It was almost as if she could feel his hand on her shoulder. Closing her eyes, she could feel it gently slide across her collarbone, moving dangerously close to her breasts. His other hand rest on her hip, hugging her from behind. She could feel his bare chest against her back and his hot breath on her neck.

"Ichigo..." she whispered aloud, as though she were trying to determine whether her was truly there or not.

As Ichigo's hands moved lower, Rukia's arm found it's way behind his neck, pulling his face closer to hers. Turning to him slightly, their lips lingered merely millimeters apart. She gasped lightly as his hand landed between her legs. He covered her mouth with his own as Rukia took his other hand and placed it gently on her right breast.

With a swift motion, Rukia was flipped around. Her arms locked around his neck, as Ichigo pressed her against the wall. As their lips broke apart, Ichigo kissed along her neck, sucking lightly at the base. Rukia moaned, running her fingers through his orange hair.

His hands rested below her backside, lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed himself closer to her. Her breathing became shallow as she kissed him fiercely, begging for entrance to his mouth. He gave in, only heightening the heat of the foggy bathroom.

"Rukia..." he muttered huskily.

The heat in her lower stomach grew as their hips came together in a rhythmic motion. She moaned his name over and over as he proceeded to line her neck with his lips.

"Oh, Ichigo..." she gasped. "I-I lo-"

"RUKIA!" a loud voice interrupted them.

Rukia's eyes flew open. She was standing, by herself, in the middle of Ichigo's bathroom, naked. Her body shook as she thought over what she was certain had just happened. She could feel her knees grow weak as Ichigo's voice echoed in her head. A sudden panic washed over her. Had she said anything aloud? Had anyone heard anything? What if Ichigo-?

"Rukia, my love!" the door opened and a small stuffed animal made his way into the room. "You-" he froze, staring wide-eyed at the naked woman before him. "Heyyy..."

Grabbing the towel once again, Rukia covered herself. Before Kon could say another word, she hurried out of the bathroom, not bothering to notice the fact that she'd stepped on the small creature as she passed.

She froze as she entered the hallway. Ichigo stood right outside the door, looking at her confused.

"Did you say my name?" he asked, pretending to ignore the fact that she was wearing nothing but a towel, though failing horribly. He'd always been quite uncomfortable around scantily-clad women.

"What?" Rukia tried to sound innocent, though her face had turned several shades of red in a matter of five seconds. "No. I was...singing. In the shower. I do that sometimes. I've heard it's normal for people to do that."

"Oh," Ichigo said. "Well, then...Yuzu and Karin are home, so hurry up and get dressed. I tried to tell you, but I guess you were singing too loud." There was a distinct tone of sarcasm in his voice. He seemed to be covering up the fact he was embarrassed.

Rukia glared at him and hurried past him into his bedroom. He followed her, still resisting the urge to look at her, and ignoring the probing thoughts in his head. She disappeared into the closet she called a bedroom, closing the door firmly behind her. Glancing at the closed doorway, Ichigo flopped down onto his bed. In order to distract himself, he pulled out a nearby magazine.

Inside the closet, Rukia, still wrapped in the towel, leaned against the door, breathing deeply. Her body was still hot and flushed from her daydream. It had seemed so real to her. They were increasingly becoming so.

She had to be careful. Some day soon, she was going to go too far. Some day soon, she was going to be caught. Some day soon...

She cracked the door open slightly, watching Ichigo as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "I'd be forced to admit I'm falling for you..."

A/N: The relationship between these two is so depressing. Even if they truly loved each other, they're both too proud to admit it. (I hate those situations). And I love the little sentimental moments Rukia has here and there, so I decided to throw one or two in here. I hope you liked it. It was just something I wanted to give a try. Please Review and perhaps, in the future, I'll try a whole Bleach story. I dunno. Thanks! Much love to you all!