It only took a few days.
From desiring to be desired, the road is fast and easier than he'd think, especially when the girl liked you in the first place... OrangeStrawberry
Dreams
The sheets were fleeting, between the flesh, over and under their bodies. White sheets, that suited her better. Her red hair laid all over the pure white cloth. Pure white, like her soul, like the look in her eyes, like her voice.
Time passed in slow-motion for them, and she was whispering to his ear. Did she know what she was saying? Her words ended like a complaint, and he gazed into her eyes with a soft smile. He didn't know her face could get redder than it was before. She seemed ashamed of the words she just said, still her toes curled up harder caressing his skin, restless. She seemed on the break of fainting, her heart melting along with her body. It was like her soul laid there open, and he could read her mind and see how badly she was about to go crazy, having him looking her in the eyes like that when they were doing this. She bit her lower lip and turned her head on the side. His mouth was down on her neck, giving the most longing kisses. Her fine back curled in his, her delicate hands running over his arms.
Sometimes see her like this made him want to mess her a little more. She was still holding back, not wanting to make much noise. If he did it properly, maybe he could tear a loud, deep, tender cry from her lips. And maybe she'd say out loud the things she had in mind. He smiled brightly, like he almost never did before, and kissed her cheek. The princess was the cutest. Let him be the punk sneaking into her room when nobody was looking.
Brown eyes opened slowly, the vision blurred, the mind troubled. The room was all orange because of the setting sun outside. Was it a dream?
He was feeling weird, worn out, almost feverish, even though it had just been a dream. He felt hot. "Orihime…" he whispered, staring at his arm lying on the white sheets. Suddenly, his eyes shot open as he realized what he had just been dreaming about. Cheeks wildly flushed, he took his head in his hand. "Oh gosh…" Now he was becoming a crazy twisted pervert like Kon. He shrugged at the thought of a stupid, but scary-looking him chasing Orihime like a mad dog. Sweat rolled down his temples as he stared nervously at his surroundings. Thank God, nobody was there. He started to relax, trying not to think about the dream. By all means, he had to take it away from his head. He needed to think. Not that he had anything special to think about… The hardest thing when you wake from that kind of dream is to think about something else. He decided for a cold shower, undressing in slow movements, too sleepy to move faster, but awake enough not to let his eyes fall on his body. He didn't really want to see himself now.
The cold water felt good on his skin, it was relaxing. From the shower, he heard his cell phone ring.
