I don't own anything from Bleach.
The skies drummed a lively tune of distress to the people on Earth as Renji finished his last duties at Urohara's shop. Upon leaving he grimaced at all the rain.
What a shitty day.
As he ran to his car the rain drops chased him till he was able to wrestle the door open and find sanctuary. Yet, his car was basically void of his stereo system, Redskin seat covers, food he had for the rest of the week and his two loads of laundry.
What da fuck! Sons of...!
Searching, frantically for his phone, the sight of his four fingers wiggling in the air alerted him to the hole.
Oh man...
He looked out in the direction he'd just run to see his iPone swimming on the waves of totally fucked up river.
Arrrgghhhh!
With a couple of stomps to his car he jetted back towards the shop banging wildly until he realized.
Oh yeah, Kuirichi's here. They went out! Fuck!
Running down to the next shop he found most places were closed at one in the morning and he continued to curse at the sky since it was rolling and cackling at him.
Orihime...
He thought as he approached a gated community. Trying to remember her number he scrambled to get the right code and finally there it was. She answered.
"Hello..." A sleepy voice groaned.
"Hime, it's me Renji! Hey let me in! I got robbed and well it's like hell out here!"
Within moments the outside door buzzed green and the soggy man walked into an atrium of five rooms. Orihime stepped out of her room on the second floor, with her hair bundled messily and a faded rose tank top.
"Wow, you are drenched c'mon."
"Thanks."
Renji slid his feet out of his waterlogged shoes, and brushed some of his dripping wet tresses from his face. He watched as Orihime came back to the front with an arm full of towels.
"Here, just walk on this and try to dry off."
"I'm so glad you answered. It's like a monsoon out there and..."
Her apparel finally struck his eyes, along with his loins. The tank top exposed her mid-drift and the skinny panda panties she wore almost fit like a thong. She scurried about gathering blankets and a pillow, for her guess without thinking about how appearance. Yet, she never really cared about such things when she was on a mission. Renji almost fainted.
Turning his attention to the door and not her left cheek that watched him while she bent down to place his bedding on the floor, Renji's face heated up along with his body.
Holy fuck she's hot! Why Ichigo keeps saying she's too child like is beyond me. I've had so many dreams of taking her on a ride in my bedroom it's stupid for me not to tell her how I feel. But I guess since she doesn't look at me the same what's the point. Her blushes are for him. Lucky bastard.
"Okay, well Renji, you can take a shower and I'll find you something dry to put on. When did you get robbed? Did you call the police?"
The dim lighting of the living room cast a soft glow of innocence about her body's frame. Breast that eyed him strongly since it was cool in the room made him wipe his face hard. Renji turned his back to her again before he saluted her.
"Ur,uhm, well...oh yeah, robbery. I just got off and someone broke into my car, and its raining like hell, and I dropped my phone so today is actually starting out to be a real bitch. S'cuse my french. But thanks for letting me in."
"Not a problem." She giggled. "I can at least say I had at least one guy come to my place in the middle of the night like those crazy Lifetime movies and romance novels." Another giggle tickled her as she turned about and went back to her room.
Yeah, well, for a cutie like you that doesn't have guys breaking your door down, it's a loss to man kind.
Into the bathroom he sauntered. Splashes of colors and multi-sized bubbles adorned the room with My Pretty Pony towels and accessories.
Okay well that's sort of child like...Eerie too I guess.
He stepped into the shower and the waters rinsed his worries away for the moment until it was time for him to come out. His dry towels were gone.
What? I thought I put those here. Stepping out into the bathroom he decided to take a whiz and Orihime decided to bring his dry towels back that she accidentally picked up with his clothes.
"OH!"
"Damn it!"
He pead on the floor beside the toilet and she slammed the door knocking a picture down hitting her in the head.
"Sorry,I-"
"No, it was my..."
They kept speaking in unison. The awkward silence was broken by the flushing of the toilet.
"Um, you got something so I can well clean up your floor."
She got the disenfectant and Renji finally came out to see a gray tank top on the couch.
What the hell is this?
Orihime came back out, and at the moment they looked at each other they blushed from the previous moments.
"I-I- uhm cleaned up everything Inoune," it was impossible to look at her now since the only thing between them was a towel and panda panties.
What the fuck am I thinking! I just pissed on her floor and I'm thinking about boning her?
"Well it was an accident and oh, uhm this is the only shirt I think you can wear. I doubt you want my panties." She chuckled while reddening.
Renji laughed, yet it was weighted with the thought.
Oh I would take your panties. Tear those shits off of you with my teeth so I could start licking your...urr...wha-shit there I go again. Fucking wet dreams! She's standing here with me in practically nothing and I can't touch her. This is insane! We are friends and she is technically younger. Hell, I'm getting a migraine and...
"Oh Renji," she trotted close to him and with her hand wiped underneath his nose.
"Your nose is bleeding."
The brush of her breast against him made his cock jump. The sight of her jogging to the kitchen beside them made his sacs throb.
I got to get the fuck outta here! I havent' had sex in, well in, uhm have I had sex?
Tapping his chin he searched his memories of past girlfriends trying to remember any that were vaguely sexual.
"Here this will help. You should lay down to stop the bleeding."
Tugging him by the arm she led him to the floor and he layed down with a bag of ice on his nose. Orihime reached over him to get something from the cushions of the couch and the throbbing in his nose competed with the marching of his heart. His dick was on the rise.
"I think the remote is in here." She said still leaning over him. Firm breast hung just inches from his skin while the seductive curve of her back scrambled his senses. The slight brush when she pulled back to sit on her knees made him sit up.
"What? Did I hit you?" She asked since he popped up so fast.
"Ur, um, no, just wanted to sit up and not uhm lay on you. Uhm lay in you. Uhm, lay around." Renji could feel his brow bead up from the sweat he had from the carnal thoughts that played in his mind while he tried not to stare at the worriedful nurse.
"Oh well. Just call me if you need anything. Night."
She stood up and kissed his forehead, walking gingerly on the balls of her feet to her room.
Call...hell, I'd rather snatch you. I'd roll all over the floor in you. Let you bounce all night until one of us died. Hell I'd call you alright.
Standing up after massaging his hard enough to feel some relief but not roughly enough to cum, he sighed. Two hours had passed and he got up to search for a snack. He'd be damned to put on that tee shirt, so he kept the towel and looked in the fridge.
Oh great the last cart of donald duck orange juice. I love thi...
He saw nothing but darkness, along with the stinging pain in the back of his head.
Author's Note: I'm home sick and bored. Guess this is too long for a oneshot.