Title: That Damn Little Red Dress
By: Novalee Phoenix/ Sequora (name on LiveJournal)
Rating: PG 13
Spoilers: None
Pairings: IchiRuki
Disclaimer: Yeah right, like I could honestly think up something this awesome! Come on, we all know it's Kubo Tite's master piece.
A/N: It feels like it has been forever since I've written any fanfiction. So, I've decided to get out of my slump and attempt a Bleach fanfic. I hope all of you enjoy it. It's short but sweet. Hopefully soon I'll be able to get myself back together to write longer and better fanfics. Man, it's been a long time.

7:30 p.m. That was what his digital wrist watch had read. His head slung back to meet with the cushion of the chair he was currently sitting in.

7:45 p.m. He sighed once again looking at his watch. Fifteen damn minutes passed. What the hell was she doing up there? He had told her to be ready almost a whole two hours ago!

8:00 p.m. The television droned on and on as he watched a re-run of his most hated show with the most hated person in the world, Don Kanonji. Well, there wasn't anything better to watch.

8:30 p.m. Still there came no sign of life from upstairs. Getting a little miffed and slightly worried that something may have happened to her, he gets up from the soft chair and walks up the stairs.

8:45 p.m. The living room is empty as the television drones on and on. A commercial for some kind of new cereal is running. The ceiling fan lights are on, and the chair still remains empty of its occupant.

9:00 p.m. She lays her head down on his bare chest listening to his rapid heart beat. She smiles to herself. It had been a while since she could make her husband go crazy like that. Noticing his heart beat starting to slow down, she picks herself up on her elbows to look down into his eyes. A smile is shared.

10:00 p.m. He looks down at that damn little red dress laying in a crumpled mess on the floor. Because of that damn dress, they managed to miss their reservations at one of the top notch restaurants (which he had to book two months in advance) for their anniversary. Of course, he could also blame it on one petite but sexy looking little shinigami. The memory of him walking into the room followed by a very sexy Rukia in a short dress with a low neckline smirking suggestively at him and fingering her sword had him standing in place. Her walking over slowly towards him adding a bounce to her steps making the dress sway with her hips had him thinking other thoughts. Screw the reservations, especially when he could screw his wife.

11:00 a.m. the next morning

"What happened to this dress?" Orihime asked picking up the now split in half fabric that was once a dress. Rukia blushed crimson as she attempted to make up a lie about crazed hollows.

My first Bleach fanfic. Review and tell me what you thought of it. And if any of you have read some of my stories on Yu-Gi-Oh! and are wondering when I'll update "Our Slice of Heaven", please read my profile.

Love,

Nova