Cucumber in a Bowl of Hot Sauce [Rukia, Shiro]

"O-oh."

Wow, now that sure was a great little bit of feedback for him, wasn't it? That was really the most Rukia could actually put together to say, though, given the circumstances. She didn't even actually know he wanted any feedback. Did guys like feedback? Probably, right? But this wasn't...you know, anything too serious.

Of course, it had been one thing when his hands slipped under her clothes, but it was another thing entirely when he actually started pushing those clothes upward. That elicted a sharp inhale from her, though it was accompanied by her holding him a bit closer, a bit of her rarely-displayed strength coming through as she did so. Well, if nothing else, it was a genuine display of approval.

Oh? Wow. She really is something, ain’t she? Shiro’s unsure if this is how first times are actually supposed to go. His first time was… Yeah… He knows he missed something special when he was forced to do all of that, so Rukia’s reactions might actually be correct, and he’s the weird one. No. He’s definitely weird. That’s a fact. No one lives the life he had without developing some quirks. But, oh? Really? That’s it? He couldn’t help but frown a bit.

He didn’t want to break her hold on him though. If anything, he wanted to encourage more from her. Yeah. She’s holding him a bit tight, but that’s not something that can be fixed without pushing deeper. So, with that in mind, he let his hands slide further. They were pretty high up, huh? Even though he didn’t commit to actually touching her there, he does commit to doing something which one could argue is a bit more scandalous. They don’t call them peaches for nothing. Yep. His hands went down and down until he was holding her from below, by her lovely posterior. Though, he quickly clenched his fingers a bit as he pulled her lower half closer towards him, his expression a bit guilty. But, she wouldn’t know that. He’s doing a good job hiding it, and it’s not like he has room to move with her holding him like a startled child.

If Rukia had been surprised before, she was outright stunned now as Shiro moved his hands so much lower. That was forward, that was really forward. So forward, in fact, that she let out a thoroughly girlish squeak in response, her face quickly darkening out of sheer embarrassment. Not at what was happening, just at her response to it.

"Hey, you ought to warn a girl when you do something like that..."

Not that she was telling him to stop. If anything, she only blushed a bit more as she was pulled all the closer toward him, her mind racing with futile efforts at trying to piece together what his plan here actually was. On paper, Rukia understood most of what could probably happen here, but knowing things on paper was a lot different from actually knowing how to go through with it.

"You're...warm, you know."

Smooth. Real smooth. So smooth, in fact, that she lessened her grip on him, if only out of sheer defeatism at having let something that profoundly stupid leave her mouth.

Oh? Wait! That was cute. That was really cute. He didn’t think an old gal like herself had such a thing in her. Such a pure and maiden-like sound, from Rukia Kuchiki? Cute. Very cute. He had to stop for a second, retreat from her shoulder to look at her, appreciating his reward. Music to his ears really. His guiltiness melted. He just couldn’t not laugh at her. Too many things happened at the same time, and it tickled his funny bone. Hopefully, his light chuckling doesn’t piss her off too much.

“You’re right. I should, but that’d defeat the purpose, don’tcha think? Besides, I doubt you’d be ready for it either way, heh, but thanks. It seems my warmness is starting to melt’cha. I better get to licking before you're a puddle on the floor, huh?”

She’s blushing, and he should probably not be wanting to worsen it, but it’s hard to resist. She’s going to hate him for making an ice reference, but hey. Someone has to deliver good sexy lines because she’s definitely not. Also, ice puns. He’s never gonna stop with the ice puns. He should have left room for her to rebuttal, but that’s also no fun, so, he’s already leaning in: a kiss to her forehead, one right under her eye over her cheek, another right at the corner of her lips. Then, he’s up, picking her up with ease in his arms. His hands make a comfortable platform, huh? She should already know where he’s taking her. The couch is no good for this sort of stuff, and, even though the bed isn’t the best material, it’s still softer and designed for this kind of stuff. Dropping her onto her back, he’d climb over her, staring down at her as his, already loose, uniform unraveled, letting his bare chest act as a little tease.

“You know, you can touch certain places too, right? Just pray I’m not too warm and burn your delicate hands.”

What? Wait. What did he just say? Rukia wanted to give him some sort of reply, but before she could even think of one, Shiro had already started escalating things even further. His kisses were one thing, but then suddenly he'd picked her up, and she couldn't really stop from quietly gasping just from surprise. She might've wondered where they were going, but no, that was stupid. She knew where they were going.

"Don't get too full of yourself..."

It was a fairly hollow admonishment, Rukia knew, and it wasn't helped by her continued blushing as she reached up to touch his chest. Obviously, she'd touched his chest before, but never exactly in a situation like this. The context was enough to completely change things, and despite it not even being all that much, she couldn't help but seem almost...transfixed.

"And what certain places are you hoping I'll touch, exactly?"

There was almost something challenging in Rukia's voice, as if she were daring him to give her an answer. But, of course, underneath that challenge was a genuine curiosity. She wanted to know what he'd say.

“Don’t get what? We wouldn’t be here right now if I hadn’t been full of myself. Besides, I think you’d rather I act up more.”

With a smirk, he couldn’t help but keep on his assault. If it wasn’t his hands on her, it’s his mouth poking and teasing. He wonders what she thinks about his body. Of course, there were times where he was bare chested around her, and she has seen his scars and such, but this is the first she’s ever touched him in this particular setting. He wonders if the lines etched into his chest mesmerize her, if her fingers find the smooth and rough patches of skin appealing. Most women seem to like an injured man anyway. Most women are normally surprised when they witness just how masculine he actually is. Shiro, despite his laziness, has a body that some men would kill for. There’s a joke somewhere in there. It’s bad and sort of sad, but it’s there. He’d laugh about it.

Though, he should focus more on her question rather than thinking about her feeling his body up. Where does he want her to touch? There are a lot of answers, and he’s not sure what she wants to hear exactly. It’s like he’s in class again, and she’s daring him to answer her question with a dumb answer. It would be funny if she did send him out of the Yurt if he gave her the wrong answer, but, judging by the look in her eyes and the way her face is practically smoking, Shiro doubts Rukia would hate any answer he gives her. In fact…

“I want you to touch me wherever you want.” His voice came out low, lower than it's ever been. His hand moved, touching hers on his chest, taking her wrist. Staring into her eyes, he began to slide her hand down, lower and lower, but stopping right below her belly button. “And, in exchange, I’ll touch you wherever you want.” It’s strange for him to sound so serious, but what he is suggesting requires that kind of tone. Everything else is fun to poke at, but when it comes to this particular topic, he wants to let her know that he’s not about to play around with it when it comes to her.

"Well...maybe, but you still shouldn't get too cocky."

Rukia couldn't actually keep up that ruse particularly well, though. Much as she wanted to act indignant, or like he shouldn't be getting so overconfident, she knew that he was handling this about as well as he probably could have. It was definitely attractive, and she wasn't even sure what she was supposed to say other than "wow." Was that good enough? Probably not.

Maybe though.

"Wherever I want, huh? You're putting a lot of confidence in me... I guess I'll try and make sure that's justified."

What did that mean? Man, she was really bad at this. That was fair, though, right? Really, how much was she supposed to know about all this? Despite her embarrassment, the only way to really cover it up by now was to just push forward, and as his hands moved lower, hers...well, they also moved lower, though definitely not with the same pace at all. Her hands were slow, though not in any way that could be called hesitant now. If anything, she was just putting her best effort into genuinely feeling Shiro's body, familiarizing herself with him.

Was that weird? That sounded weird.

“You’re smart. You’ll figure it out.” He responded, her weird way of trying to play along enjoyable. He couldn’t help but poke at her, calling her out every now and then. For a teacher, she’s rather dense when it comes to simple matters such as this. Well, guess it’d be wrong for him to think of himself as an expert on the subject. He was no better at first either, but as she would probably say in a more practical setting: practice makes perfect.

“Heh, this must be how teachers feel when teaching, huh? Albeit, I guess I’d be a somewhat sadistic instructor. There’s something about watching you squirm. It’s enticing.”

His teasing is relentless, his thoughts deciding to prod at her a bit more professionally. Whatever got her writhing under him, whatever has her face redder than what it already is. He had begun this process of teaching her about her own body gently, but it’s impossible for him to simply ignore the desire to peel apart the cute woman underneath him. In the end, habits die hard.

His sly grin worsened as she began to explore him on her own, his fingers dancing down her arm from her wrist until it took hold of her neck. Fingers rested under her chin, pressing for her head to rise as he lowered himself further. Lips moments from pressing against hers, he failed to meet her as his lips grazed against her ear. She would feel her clothing rise once more, and this time, he wasn’t as kind as before to not prod further and let his rough hand slide under her bra, if she even cared to wear one. He knows those of short stature don’t always find the need to cover themselves.

Still, his fingers invaded her body, her bosom, as if they knew it already. Ah, but he did not press the subject further than that as his mouth opened, heavy words slipping from between his lips right into her ear.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m confident in you or not, Rukia. Just be confident in me.”

"Enticing? Look at you, taking advantage of an innocent maiden..."

Of course, no matter how teasingly Rukia tried to say that, there was a decided undercurrent of truth to it, a bit of a reminder that, ultimately, this was all still new to her. Any of her efforts to engage were quickly overshadowed by something halfway between a squal and a moan, however, as Shiro's hand slipped into her shirt. Of course she wore a bra, though she'd be the first to admit that it wasn't exactly for support or anything, just for modesty's sake.

"I... Alright, fine, just..." Rukia's gaze moved away slightly, doing her utmost not to seem overly embarrassed about all of this as she spoke. "Just...go slow, okay?"

Despite how heated this was getting, and despite the fact that Rukia was still willing to keep going, she knew she probably wouldn't be comfortable with going all the way. This was still new to her, and there was something almost intimidating about it. But, even beyond that, Rukia couldn't help but feel as though taking things slowly was just more romantic. Did that sound silly? Maybe, sure. But it also sounded cute.