Adventures with the Bunny Lover and Princess
Disclaimer: My name is Anemone. Epik High has inspired me to play with detail, and I do not own Bleach.
This is for Sly-sama in the hopes that it inspires some epic femme lovin'.
Chapter one: You Had Me at Hello
Rukia sat under the shade of a tree, Orihime's head in her lap, running her fingers through silky auburn locks and listening to her gray eyed lover describe what she saw in the clouds. Silver blue eyes occasionally flickered to her orange haired friend and his blue haired companion as they sculpted a sand castle. The foursome had decided to spend a relaxing Fall day in the local park a few blocks from Ichigo's house.
"Look, Rukia!" Orihime's squeal of excitement pulled Rukia from her thoughts. "That cloud looks like a bunny!"
Rukia's eyes drifted to where her girlfriend pointed and couldn't help the smile that broke out onto her face. The raven haired girl loved bunnies.
"Can we have a bunny, Rukia?" Orihime's stormy gray orbs were pleading, bottom lip protruding in a puppy-dog pout.
"We'll see," Rukia said stroking the girl's hair. "I really want one."
"Oi, Rukia!" If it had been Ichigo's voice calling for her, she would've ignored it and forced him to come to her. However, it was the voice of the blue haired Espada calling for her attention.
"Yes, Grimmjow?" Rukia responded with her sugary sweet routine which she had perfected with her classmates of Karakura High.
"I really hate when you do that," Ichigo mumbled.
Rukia giggled, "Why do you think I do it?"
Grimmjow growled, "I really hate being interrupted."
Both teens shrank back a bit. They both knew how the blue haired man got when he was angry.
Grimmjow smirked at the actions of the duo. "I have a question," he continued.
"And I most likely have the answer," the blue eyed raven retorted.
"Tch, cocky wench," Grimmjow mumbled. "Me and the brat are curious. How did this relationship between you and the princess-."
"I'm not a princess," Orihime protested.
"Yeah, yeah, you're as bad as Ichi-princess." Electric blues filled with amusement as the chocolate eyed youth glared at him. "Anyway, how did the relationship between you two start?" He asked, pointing at the couple under the tree.
"It started in this park, actually," Orihime's stormy grays seemed distant, already lost in the memory.
"Yes, on a cool night in July. I'm not sure what it was, but I was hers from the minute she said hello."
And so began the tale of how Rukia and Orihime came to be a couple.
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(Rukia)
A cool breeze blew wisps of raven locks into silver blue eyes. She pushed the hair from her face and continued to gaze up at the moon. She really had no destination in mind; the urge to walk and clear her head was the only thing keeping her feet moving.
She had been so lost watching the clouds obstruct the moonbeams that it took her a second to realize that she was in a park. Grains of sand invaded her white sandals, but she hadn't felt this calm in ages, so she pulled off her shoes and let the sand sink in-between her toes.
(Orihime)
The breeze blew auburn locks into a tangled mess around her head. She knew it would be murderous to run a brush through it later, but at the moment, all she cared about was swinging. The back and forth motion always helped put the world in perspective, made everything seem so clear. She pumped her legs harder; maybe if she swung high enough, she could capture the moon.
The sound of soft footsteps made her jump. It was late at night, and the area was dimly lit- only a single street lamp and the moonlight danced across the grass and the sand beneath her feet. Stormy gray orbs swept the area cautiously; flitted over the twisty green slide and the jungle gym in the corner, past the tree at the edge of the sand, over the grassy lawn filled with flowers. Nothing seemed to be out of place.
Then those roaming eyes settled on the lone figure approaching the swing set. It appeared to be a young woman who was unaware of her presence. Upon further squinting into the low light, Orihime found this approaching form to be familiar.
"Rukia-san?" The girl questioned timidly.
(Rukia)
A familiar and timid voice reached Rukia's ears. "Rukia-san?" It questioned. The only one to address her in such a formal manner, even after all they'd been through, would be Inoue Orihime.
Silver blues scanned the area until they found the auburn haired teen. In the moonlight, the girl looked exquisite. Rukia cursed herself for not realizing the girl's beauty sooner. Even with the long, windblown hair and bare feet with grains of sand clinging to them, Rukia couldn't deny the sheer beauty that was Orihime.
A giggle of excitement escaped the girl's plump lips. "It is you! Hello, Rukia-san!" She seemed so excited.
"Oh Orihime," Rukia began, suddenly feeling shy. "I didn't expect to find you here. I didn't expect to even find myself here." The last part was mumbled.
(Orihime)
Orihime had to admit that she hadn't heard anything the raven haired girl had said after her name had rolled off of her tongue. Stormy gray eyes could do nothing but drink in the girl before her. Rukia's raven locks shined brighter than the light from the moon or the streetlight.
'Forget reaching the moon, I have its goddess in front of me.' Wait, where did that thought come from? Sure, Orihime wouldn't deny how attractive Rukia was, but her heart belonged to Ichigo. Right?
Rukia's soft, gentle voice snapped Orihime back to attention. "Are you okay, Orihime?"
(Rukia)
Her auburn haired princess seemed to be lost in thought.
'Wait, Hime isn't mine,' the logical side of her brain reminded her, but something else stated that Orihime Inoue belonged to Rukia Kuchiki and no one else could have her. 'Wait, when did I start calling her Hime?' Rukia couldn't be sure she had ever called the girl by such a name, but it sounded oh so natural.
(Third Person POV)
"Can I join you?" Rukia questioned.
Orihime didn't know why the raven haired girl was being so shy. "I've never seen this side of you, Rukia-san. It's cute."
Rukia felt her heart skip a beat. Her Hime had just called her cute.
"Of course you can join me," Orihime's gray orbs strayed from silver blues to the empty swing.
The shorter girl quickly filled the open space and together, they swung, simply watching the night sky change to a lighter shade of dark blue.
At least an hour passed before Rukia pulled herself from her fantasies about the auburn haired female. "I should probably be heading home," she began almost grudgingly, as if she didn't want to leave "Ichigo is probably wondering where I am."
"Well, if you have to go…" Orihime couldn't hide the sadness in her voice. Or more accurately, she wasn't the type to hide her emotions.
"Well, I guess I could stay for a little longer," Rukia said taking her seat on the swing once more.
The relief Orihime felt rush through her was something she couldn't explain. For some reason, she didn't want to part with the blue eyed girl.
"Hime-chan," Rukia said deciding to test out the name which had been burning at her lips. "Will you slide with me?"
The auburn haired beauty eyed the twisty green slide. In her opinion, it was much too big for a playground. It was more suited for a water-slide at an amusement park. "Sure," she happily replied.
The two girls climbed the jungle gym, walking across the rope bridge, finally reaching the platform that the slide was connected to.
"Will you hold my hand on the way down?" Orihime asked giving a nervous gulp. The slide really was far too high.
"Why don't you just sit in my lap, Hime-chan?" This was said with a warm smile.
"Alright. I like when you call me Hime, Rukia-san," Orihime stated as she positioned herself in the raven haired girl's lap.
"There's really no need to be so formal with me, Hime. You can just call me Rukia." With that, they made their descent down the slide.
The rush of air that hit their faces was more forceful compared to the breeze that ruffled their hair on the swings. The adrenaline that coursed through Rukia's veins when they landed at the bottom was probably to blame for her next action.
Gray orbs shone with delight as the duo landed in the sand at the bottom of the slide. Said eyes widened a bit when Rukia cupped the soft skin of Orihime's face in her hands. The big breasted teen didn't flinch or push the raven away when their lips collided.
To say there were sparks would be an understatement. The display of fireworks that danced behind both of their eyelids was more than either could explain.
Rukia didn't even have to beg for entrance. The minute her tongue trailed along cherry-glossed lip, Orihime opened her mouth for invasion. Rukia's curious tongue explored all that this cavity had to offer; gliding over every pearly tooth, tracing the dips in the roof of her mouth, memorizing the texture of the inside of the girl's cheek. She then gave Orihime the chance to do the same.
The temptation to explore that slender neck over-rode all else in Rukia's mind and her lips separated from Orihime's to trail along her jawline and down to sensitive skin that lay at the juncture of neck and shoulder. She began to lap at the skin, delighting in the goosebumps that erupted and the small gasps that escaped the lips of her princess.
Once Rukia was satisfied with the mark she had made, silver blues met stormy grays once more.
"Rukia, that was… Wow." Orihime said.
"I'm sorry, Hime, I didn't mean to-."
"No, no, don't apologize. I'm glad it happened," Orihime said with a radiant smile. "I think it was Fate," she mused, pressing her index finger to her bottom lip thoughtfully.
Rukia smiled, blue eyes shining with amusement and happiness.
"Look, sunrise!" Orihime squealed happily.
"Let's sit under that tree and watch," Rukia suggested.
Together, the new couple made their way to the grassy area beneath the tree, Rukia plucking a purple Tulip from the small flower garden and placing it in the girl's hair along the way. The urge to taste Orihime's lovely garden suddenly overwhelmed her, but she fought against it. There would be plenty of time for that later.
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"That's our story. Granted, it's not as action-packed as yours and Grimmjow's, Ichigo, but…" Rukia trailed off.
"You know I'm a sucker for love stories," Ichigo mumbled.
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To Be Continued.