Lust

Ichigo was pinned beneath Rukia as she straddled his hips, her fingers roughly massaging his scalp while his fingertips danced up and down the silky skin of her thighs, goose bumps forming in their wake. She was rolling her tongue against his, her kiss desperate and bruising, her breath frantic, and she was letting out those soft sighs that drove him crazy. He slipped his hands under her shirt, her skin hot against his palms, and her lips left his and trailed along his jaw. "Missed me?"

"Shut up." Her lips sucked on the skin below his ear, stopping any reply.