Novacane
A/N: Hi guys! :) so this idea was running through my mind for a while before i finally decided to write the ish! :p it was inspired by the Frank Ocean song Novacane, i love that guy :3... anyway yea enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach unfortunately :c
Summary: Numbing the pain has easier ways
'Damn this shit burns!' There was so much he could think about, even as the blunt touched his lips, and the smoke filled his lungs. Yes, it did burn, it scraped at his trachea like nails as he inhaled through his teeth and tried to keep it down for as long as he could. Yet his body was inexperienced and he quickly coughed up smoke, releasing it into the oh-so familiar room.
The blunt was taken from his hands by the softest hands he'd ever felt, the last one's he'd ever expected to be rolling and smoking Cannabis.
"You'll get used to it." Orihime's soft voice called to him.
He was slouched on her couch, his eyes focusing on her face as she took a deep drag and held it much longer than he could've.
She released the smoke through her nose and smiled over at him, leaning against closer. The skin of her forearm touched his and God it was like a jolt of electricity ran up and down his back.
How had this happened? He remembered the first time he'd caught her doing it, she'd been too faded to even care, and she'd confessed to him, so easily, that it was either that or cutting. He had no idea things were so bad. He'd wanted her to stop, and for a while he knew she did, he could see it, but after Hueco Mundo she started again, and he found himself taking her blunt and instead of disposing of it, taking a long drag.
This was his second time smoking with her, and it amazed him how different things were between them when they were high.
She wouldn't stutter through her sentences and she'd barely blush. She seemed much calmer than the Orihime he always knew, and when she'd speak to him, it would command his attention, a strange feeling, especially seeing as she mostly spoke of ways he could inhale without choking. She played with her hands though, he noticed that, she'd lie on the ground and throw her arms up, as if grabbing at something. He had no idea why, though maybe it had something to do with the way his vision sharpened whenever he was high. It was like if all his senses were heightened yet his body was sluggish.
"Ichigo," she whispered handing it back to him, why was he doing this? She'd asked him the same thing the first time, and he'd told her the simple truth, he couldn't handle living without his powers. It was no excuse, but it was the truth.
"Shit, what the fuck is this Orihime?' He asked taking a puff and running his hand up and down her back and she smiled playing with the buttons of his school shirt.
This was the one place and time where they could do this, let down their walls, call each other by their first names and share these touches.
It'd happened the first time, she'd done it really, kissed him, and then he'd found himself kissing back and his hands had framed her face, traced down her sides, wrapped around a large breast and he'd finally lost all control when she'd moaned into his mouth. They'd had sex, right there on her couch, and everything had felt like bliss.
The next day it was as if nothing happened and he didn't know how he felt about that, but he didn't want to waste his high thinking about it.
"Don't waste it." She sighed taking it from him and taking one sharp inhale. He smiled at her lazy eyes, and when she released her smoke, he took the last bit of the blunt and finished it off.
He wanted to cough it out, yet it was the best numbing feeling he'd ever experienced.
"Shit." He hissed, finally breathing and she laughed clearing the smoke from her face. "I cant feel my face!" He said slapping his cheek and her laughter only increased.
"Shh," she said placing her finger over his mouth, throwing her leg over his lap and straddling him, her lips quickly taking possession of his lips. Yeah, he felt that.
"What are you doing Orihime?" He couldn't help but ask.
"Don't let the high go to waste Ichigo."
Did he really need anymore of an invitation? She ground into his growing member as if to answer his unspoken question and his mind was made up before he could even rationalize why it shouldn't happen again.
Her hands ran through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp and sending delightful shivers down his spine.
His hands moved on their own, yet as they trailed up her smooth back, he ached to be able to remember the feel and taste of her skin.
Novacane novacane novacane novacane, novacane
numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
Novacane novacane novacane novacane novacane
for the pain for the pain novacane novacane
Her moans, her screams, her blunt nails digging into his back, nothing could break his high, none of these could ever be forgotten, yet the memory he'd cherish most would be her rapture. When she'd swell with all of him and scream in ecstasy.
He knew this would destroy him, maybe not just the drug but the woman lying beside him asleep.
She hugged him closer and he wondered where they could go from here. His high was gone, his mind was clear and he knew, he couldn't keep using this as an excuse.
He wanted to be able to fuck her without them being high. Did that even count? Was she even aware of the fact that he'd been the one touching her that way? He was on the verge of a breakdown when Orihime tightened her hold on him and whispered, so low he almost missed it, "Ichigo, i love you."
He wanted that, those words to be true, to be repeated over and over again while she was awake and sober. She wanted to open her eyes and tell him that she'd do anything to have him there without needing to smoke. They'd do anything just to let each other know that there was no drug around like the one they found in each other.
Fin
A/N: So there it is you guys, :/ i have no idea what was up with this, but i would love some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Please no flames!
