The Hollow Queen

Noble Nuisance

Slight lemon warning:

Rukia finds it hard not to look at Ichigo while he strips out of his shihakusho and out of his under clothes before slipping into the warm water of the springs. Her difficulty in not peeking comes from that little devil on her shoulder who's name is Hoakita. The inner hollow of the kuchiki princess demands that she give into her instincts and take him right there in the hot water. Try as she might, she can't help but stare at the toned muscles on his back and shoulders, their definition a necessity when swinging around a sword that weighs as much as dozens of times that of a standard zanpakuto. Oftentimes she wonders how he can even wield Zangetsu so easily even with one hand. His voice inviting her into the hot spring snaps her out of her fantasy, and nervously she undoes the knot that ties her fundoshi (loincloth worn under battle attire), letting the white fabric drop to the floor. Her heart flutters, feeling his gaze on her naked body, her face flushes a bright red as she attempts to hide herself with her arms. There isn't a single hair on her body except for the perfect bob cut style onyx black hair that frames her face. Hesitantly she walks to the edge of the hot spring, Ichigo standing and offering her a hand to help her get in. The entire time he studies her, while her breasts are small by most standards, her thin frame is accentuated with her wider hips, thick thighs and buttocks that captivate most of his attention.

She feels the water cascade up her leg, its warmth as inviting as Ichigo's reiatsu and just as comforting. She enters the water up to waist height before sitting down beside Ichigo, he takes the opportunity to wrap his arm around her and draw her in close. Her heart beating out of her chest as nervousness and excitement emanates through her body, the proximity to his naked body heating her up hotter than the water. "Go on Rukia, give in to your desires that you've denied yourself of for far too long." Hoakita's voice whispers in her ear, the anxious feeling in her chest rises when the hollow speaks. "Just you and him, this might be the only chance you get until after the war... and who knows if either of us will survive it." Rukia doesn't even want to entertain that prospect, the entire point of their training is to defeat Aizen. Failure in that regard isn't an option, nor has it ever been. Though, her hollow is right, it's highly likely that this is their only chance for at the very least some slight intimacy before the war truly begins. "Who cares what the elders might think, who cares what Byakuya thinks, Ichigo is ours and nothing can change that." Deep down, she can't deny Hoakita's words. Here in this moment it is just her and him.

"What do I need to expect for tonight at your estate?" He asks, tilting his head on to hers and allowing himself to relax for the first time in weeks. "I promise, I wont stab anyone if that's what you're worried about."

"Just address everyone with the titles they have and be respectful, you don't have to speak in a very proper way since I know you hate that." She responds, subtly raising her leg and lowering it over his own. "You're probably better off just staying by me and only speaking if they ask you a question."

"And if they insult you?" He asks, taking note of the added contact of her leg across his.

"Try to keep your inner hollow in check." She answers, knowing full well that he will probably blow his lid this evening. "If they get under your skin, just come find me and we'll leave. We can rest in my room for the evening."

"Wouldn't we get caught?" He asks,

"We're probably going to be caught in here to be perfectly honest." Hoakita's voice echos in the back of Rukia's mind. "Sit in his lap, wrap his hands around you. Let's see where this goes."

"The guest rooms are across the hall from where my room is," She explains, "Well just say that we're going to retire to our rooms and once we're out of sight you come spend time with me."