The Honeymoon
Ishida came into the room only to find his new wife sitting in a chair, arms crossed looking quite bashful.
"Orihime?" Ishida had said, kneeling down in front of her, "Is everything okay?"
Orihime looked away from him, her cheeks burning hot.
Ishida looked up, "Is everything okay?" He asked again.
This time Orihime looked down at him, "I'm a little scared."
Ishida giggled at her and picked her up off of the chair, sitting down in it himself and setting her into his lap.
"What are you scared of Orihime?" Ishida took her hair down from the bun it had been so neatly wrapped up in.
Orihime looked down and fidgeted without a word, and then shivered at the feeling of Ishida's hands running up her wedding gown to her thighs.
Everything was silent, Orihime quivering as he got closer and closer and finally...
Orihime's gown lay open on the floor, Ishida's clothes overlapping. They both lay in bed, Orihime asleep, head on Ishida's chest. Oh what a night that had been, young Orihime may not be the same shy little girl after the night of her Honeymoon...