A/N: As if I don't whore Orihime around enough… xD This was one of two prompts from a friend of mine on LJ- "wrong". To clarify, this operates on the concept that Uryuu was killed defending Orihime.


This is probably very wrong. Maybe even illegal, she thinks dizzily, though she doubts the police will come barging into the room at any second to arrest them both. It's not so much the difference in their ages (how old is he, anyways?) that makes her think this is wrong, it's not Ishida-kun's body underneath a rectangular stone and six feet of earth. It's something much simpler and yet far more complex, not romantic at all. It's the way his hand slides up her bare thigh, the fingers calloused from cigarette burns and the vestiges of a bow. It's the press of his cold lips on the hollow of her throat that send a pulse of warmth up her body and a shiver down her spine. It's the desperate, needy noises he elicits from her, noises she never knew could come from a person, let alone herself.

Rain lashes out at the vista view window of his office, but it might as well be ashes for the taste of tobacco and defeat when he kisses her. It makes a good pair with the fire burning in her stomach, passion and guilt interwined as closely as their bodies. It's all her fault, and yet he will mutely take her into his arms and touch her so wonderfully, she can almost forget how broken-down they both are. Sometimes she cries afterwords, silent sobs into a pillow or her folded arms. He reaches for a cigarette ar a drink, but lately, he's been stopping before he can grasp one or the other, and instead puts a shaking hand on her shoulder. Then they're dressed, and everything's back to "normal", and he wants to know if she's done her homework, if she has any tests coming up, if she's keeping up with her studies. She smiles for him and picks up a textbook that hasn't been quite so fun to learn from now that she's number two in their class. A spot higher is too high a price to pay for the life of the boy two above her. Neither of them believes her smile, no matter how much she'd like them to, and that seems far more wrong than anything they've ever done in bed.