Well helllllooooo my fellow Ichi/Hime maniacs! Long time no see!

I'm still working on my other fanfics and don't want to get too involved with what I have planned for my next Bleach fic, buuuuut, I'm afraid the Bleach universe has been tugging at my brain a little to insistently. Therefore, in order to appease my own need for writing our favorite couple, I've decided to put up a random collection of one-shots that'll – hopefully – be enough to allow my poor brain to focus on my other works.

I have a few little things planned out, but for the most part, I'm just going to write these as the inspiration hits. Some may coincide with each other, some shall stand alone. And while I put our beloved Ichi/Hime as the main couple here, I may get a wild hair to embark on a few others. Never know what direction my mind will want to run from day to day.

So, I hope you shall enjoy this collection (however many it may turn to be). And yes, I know I didn't put a lot of thought into the title of this little series either. My apologies.

Also, allow this to be my happy early Halloween to you all!

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No tricks - only treats

Rating : M

Ichigo/Orihime

Halloween fun time!

This was not exactly what he'd planned to do with his Saturday night.

Actually, he didn't have any plans at all – and that worked well for him.

After the week he'd had, sitting in front of the TV, pointedly ignoring the ravings of his insane father, while he flipped through channel after channel of shitty programing was high on his to-do list. Unfortunately, his so called friend Ishida had sent him a text in reminder of the homework they had due on Monday. Like he had time to copy down the problems. Of course there had been a fucking hollow wreaking havoc downtown and Kon was apparently too busy staring at whatever women was in the room to write the problems down!

Ishida said he hadn't finished his either, so he couldn't loan them out. Prick was probably lying just to annoy him. Chado was at work so he couldn't get up with him. Inoue wasn't answering her phone and he knew she wasn't at work. He wasn't immediately worried since she was probably watching some ridiculous TV show and had the ringer turned off. Which was why he was now walking to her apartment at nine o'clock when he could be vegging out on the couch after a rough week of school, his real world part-time job, and fighting hollows.

Ichigo just couldn't catch a break.

It was quiet in her apartment building, most of the tenants either in bed for the night or out partying for the weekend. He normally couldn't stand the tacky decorations people liked to put out for the holidays, but for some reason, the pumpkin she'd sat out by her door with a fierce scowl carved out of it made him smile. He raised his hand to knock, but the door flung open before he made contact. Rangiku looked back at him with equally shocked eyes, but didn't make any noise of surprise.

"But Rangiku-san!"

"No buts Orihime!" she called back to the healer's voice. "You know it looks great! Now I gotta get going or Taicho will get all pissy again. See you next weekend!" The busty woman nodded Ichigo inside while easing herself out. "She's in the back," she whispered before closing the door. The smile that crossed her face had his warning bells going off.

"But Rangiku-saaaan..." The whine she let out made him chuckle. He could just see her pouting at whatever Rangiku had said to her. After he slipped his shoes off by the door, Ichigo made his way down her short hallway. He didn't call out a greeting; not that he wanted to scare her, but his curiosity had been peeked and he wanted to know what she was pouting over.

Her bedroom door was open, so – assuming she was dressed – he peered inside the room.

Ichigo's mind came to a crashing halt.

Skin. Just so much damn skin was laid out right before his eyes, teasing him with its alabaster perfection.

What the fuck was she wearing?

The last functioning intelligent part of his brain caught sight of the small black ears on her head and the fluffy tail hanging right above her ass and concluded that this was supposed to be a Halloween costume of some sorts. She was standing in front of a mirror hanging on her wall, so he'd yet to see the front of this – this...costume Rangiku had undoubtedly forced her to wear, but the view from the back was enough for Ichigo to know he would never allow her out of this house with it on.

He raised his eyes, just to see if she'd noticed him. She was still smoothing her hands down her stomach and an occasional whimper would pass her lips, so he was still clear for the moment. Damn, no matter how wrong it was to stand here and stare at his nakama like this, he couldn't get his body to cooperate.

He supposed it was leather - black, shiny, and entirely to tight – it hugged her body like a dream. Hell, the bottom of it was nothing but underwear! Clinging to her smooth curves, exposing her long, long legs for the world to see. That tail hanging down her back just drew attention to the area. There were no shoulders to the top; it simply wrapped around her abundant chest leaving her upper back – and a small area of her lower back – naked.

"Mou, how is this an appropriate Halloween costume Rangiku-san?" Orihime argued to the mirror. She lifted her hands and rubbed the exposed flesh along her shoulders, soon letting them trail down her tightly encased body. "There's no way I could wear this anywhere," she murmured.

Ichigo watched from behind as those fingers ran across the unmarred flesh of her body. Her long smooth neck, the curve of her shoulders, her thighs rubbing together in embarrassment the whole time.

A wall he'd built in his mind suddenly crumbled, allowing every dirty thought, every perverted dream he'd ever had about this beautiful woman in front of him to come rushing back to the forefront of his mind. None of the usual excuses he told himself were working either. She was his friend, an innocent woman, one of his nakama who he stood beside in battle...he was too tainted to ever touch someone as pure as her – the sight she provided had blown away every reason he had to stay away from her. The only thing left in its wake was an intense hunger that threatened to scorch him alive if left unappeased.

His body damned the consequences his mind was desperately trying to remind him of and he stalked across her bedroom floor to come stand right behind her. She'd felt his movement when he left the doorway and started to turn around, her hypnotic eyes wide with embarrassment and a slight fear from being startled. His large hand caught her shoulder and forced her back to stand facing the mirror. He positioned himself behind her, their bodies only barely touching.

"Kur...Kurosaki-kun," she stammered and tried in vain to hide her body from his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer her; only continued to stand behind her and look his fill at her body in the mirror before them. The corset style top she wore enhanced her already ample chest, lifting and barely covering them in the shiny black leather. He could see her legs trembling and she crossed them in an effort to hide herself from his view.

As if that helped anything.

She might as well be naked before him in this ridiculous outfit their shinigami friend had placed her in. The tremor in her legs had spread to the rest of her body. Her breathing hitched with every other breath and that blush on her cheeks spread down her exposed chest. Her hands did little in the way of shielding her from his eyes, though she continued to try.

When his eyes finally lifted in the mirror to meet hers, he knew she had an inkling of what was going on in his mind. The heat pounding through his body was easy to read in his darkened gaze. Her mouth opened on a gasp and – though she still trembled – she couldn't look away. Her chest began to rise and fall faster and her tongue came out to wet her suddenly dry lips.

Ichigo dropped his head to her neck, inhaling deeply of her rich scent. She was shaking so much now he had to place a hand on her waist to steady her. The raw heat coming off her body had a growl working its way past his lips. He took a step closer, now leaving no distance between them. Her body molded into his, soft curves meeting every hard line that pressed against her.

"Kuro..." she drew in a shaky breath, her melodic voice coming out in little more than a whisper. "Kuro...saki-kun...wha..."

He robbed her of speech when his other hand came to grip the silky skin of her bare thigh. Ichigo greatly approved of the whimper she let out and caressed the warm appendage under his calloused hand in reward. Her head lolled back, some of her bright auburn hair coming loose and tickling the back of her neck.

God this want he had for her was stronger than anything he'd experienced before. The hand on her waist slid up her stomach, ghosting past her chest to lightly grab her neck and jaw. He tilted her head back even further, desperate to see what expression she was making as he took a giant leap across that line he'd drawn for himself ages ago. Her breath was coming out in quick pants, cheeks flushed in excitement, and eyes nearly closed while she tried to absorb every sensation he provided her.

Ichigo turned her chin away from him and finally gave in to the insatiable need to taste her. He ran his tongue down the length of her neck, pausing only at the base to gently bite the flesh there.

"Ahhh...Kuro...Ku..." He pressed his hand into her stomach, pushing her against his body and steadying her weak frame. His mouth never stopped during this. Ichigo lavished her naked skin with his lips, kissing every part of her hot flesh he could reach. When he pulled the lobe of her ear between his teeth, nibbling on the tempting flesh, a gasp left her that had heat running straight into his groin.

Threading his hands into her bright hair, he angled her head once more and covered her lips with his own. Her warm, moist lips eagerly welcomed his own. Desire like lightning shot through him and he could swear his skin was humming with the pressure of it all. He devoured her, his tongue slipping past her parted lips and exploring every inch of her. Orihime's hands gripped onto the strong arm he had thrown around her waist, her blunt nails digging into the skin there and somehow exciting him even further.

His hips rocked against hers reflexively, trying to find friction to ease the painful feeling in his swollen member. She whimpered into his mouth and lifted her hand to latch onto his neck. When she pushed herself even tighter against his body, his rumble of approval tickled against her back. Ichigo suddenly grasped both her hands and placed them against the wall on either side of the mirror they still stood in front of. He rested his head between her shoulder blades as they both gasped for breath.

He stood bent over her, admiring the way her body fit perfectly against his hips, trying to make himself slow down. The way things were going, he was about to give in to the desire to take her against the wall. Orihime deserved so much better than that. He was already being too rough with her as it was.

"I...ahh...Kuro..." She still panted beneath him, her face only inches from the mirror she'd been staring into earlier. He pressed a gentle kiss to her back, and let his tongue glide over her now damp skin. If he could just calm himself down a bit, he could ease these animalistic urges racing through his blood.

That idea got shot to hell the moment she pushed her ass back against his aching groin. It was his turn to moan in pleasure as she ground herself against the large lump hidden behind his jeans. Ichigo jerked her upright and spun her around to face him. He took her mouth once more, slanting his lips over hers again and again. With the free use of her hands, Orihime latched onto his shoulders and lifted herself higher – trying to get closer to the heat he provided.

His battle hardened hands slipped around the plump flesh of her thighs and lifted her, directing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He took two steps forward and pressed her against the wall. She threaded her hands into his hair, tugging at the bright orange locks as she returned his hungry kiss. He rocked into her hips, now pressing against that spot barely covered by the bottom she wore. Ichigo tore his mouth away only to latch onto her pulse point, sucking at the area hard while he pushed into her, trying to get as close as possible to her heat. Moans of pleasure filled the apartment, and hands began to rip away at any clothing standing between them.

Rangiku finally tore herself away from Orihime's bedroom window, satisfied that her Halloween 'treat' for the pair had paid off. The fukutaicho doubted she would ever get to see that cat woman outfit again. It was a bit of a loss, but it had served its purpose. For now, the buxom woman headed into town; she had shopping to do. There was another man she felt the need to give her particular kind of help to.

And she knew there was absolutely nothing in her closet that would fit such a petite shinigami.