Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in anyway but am inspired by the work created by Tite Kubo

Author's Note: I'm back with another series of sexy love for our dear Orihime!

Quick points about this series:

-There is an overall theme of Ichigo missing opportunities to be with Orihime. The last chapter *spoiler alert* is him finally getting the girl.

-I love rain just like Hime so each story will feature that. It does bind two hearts together after all.

-I am mostly writing Orihime mature and confident in herself.

Thank you to all who made suggestions! And I'm glad that the HitsuHime chapter of my last series garnered enthusiasm for that pairing!

Up first, a personal favorite: Renji Abarai!


Five Lives, Five Loves Series 2

The MMA Fighter: Renji Abarai (Rated M)

Orihime had always been inexplicably drawn to the type of guy society deemed "bad" or "delinquent". The first case had been Ichigo Kurosaki who she met in high school, along with his twin brother who really was a delinquent, through mutual friends. Over the course of their years together she developed a huge crush on him even believing herself to be in love and willing to wait for as long as it took for him to notice her as a girl and not just a friend.

Just as she'd suspected, he turned out to merely be a hot head. His passion to protect led him to join the police academy after they'd graduated while her desire to help people with their pain put her on the path of holistic medicine and massage therapy. It was after they'd gone their separate ways she realized her "love" had merely been infatuation and though she missed him terribly eventually she moved on with her life. She began dating and soon Ichigo was a distant, but pleasant memory.

When they'd unexpectedly run into each other while he was on patrol after Orihime had returned to their home city she felt the old adage of a man in uniform holding true; Ichigo looked good. She thought she'd seen a moment of appreciation in his eyes for her too. While she'd always possessed a mature figure her disposition and confidence had grown in the intervening years.

"We should get together for coffee some time," he'd said as they exchanged numbers, "I'll call you."

That had been three months ago and he'd never called, but Orihime had decided not to dwell. If he had called maybe she'd finally have had a chance to see if anything could have happened between them. But now she was just ok with their remaining friends.

Now Orihime found herself bewildered that she was to meet her favorite male MMA fighter: Renji Abarai. She had been following his career since his rookie start two years ago. Now he was training to defend his title of champion and she would be privileged enough to do her small part in preparing him by helping his muscles heal for training through massage therapy.

When Nel, a middle class weight female fighter and one of her closest friends, had started coming to her for help the turquoise beauty had referred every one of her friends who were also fighters to the girl with the magic hands. Orihime had been surprised to learn Nel and Renji had been friends for several years.

"I met him through Kenny," she'd told her. Kenny, aka Kenpachi Zaraki, a fearsome heavy weight fighter, was Nel's boyfriend. The tabloids had gone nuts at the revelation of their relationship and Orihime found herself perplexed that someone as sweet and gentle (save for in the ring) as Nel could end up with someone so violent. But she knew her friend well enough to know that if she were not happy she wouldn't stay and from everything she'd seen, though he may be gruff, blunt and overbearing, Zaraki treated her friend well.

Orihime was exceedingly nervous to meet Renji, not only because she was a big fan but because he was a beast in the cage. There was something animalistic and visceral about the way Renji fought, able to incapacitate or knock his opponents senseless fairly quickly. He was gruff and short tempered in his interviews, seemingly bothered by everyone making a fuss over him. He wanted to fight, that was it, earning a paycheck for doing so was just icing on the cake.

As she prepared her room at the clinic she worked in Orihime tried to tamp down her fluttering heart. She was a professional; this was nothing more than a new client. She squeaked slightly when the door opened roughly to reveal the tall red-haired male. His eyes, initially hard from concentration, softened slightly when they landed on her form with a hand to her chest.

"Sorry if I startl'd ya" he said gruffly though he had a small grin playing at the edges of his lips. His voice was low and deep, rumbling from his barrel chest currently ensconced in a loose black sweat shirt, grey jeans slung low on his hips and black sandals on his feet.

Recovering herself Orihime stood up straight and offered a bright smile. "It's ok. It's nice to officially meet you Renji Abarai." Her extended hand was swallowed up by his massive one as they shook.

"Same here, Inoue-san. Nellie talks about you almost non-stop. I jus' hope yer as good as she says ya are."

Orihime blushed at the revelation that she had been a topic of conversation. Having the figure she did it wasn't uncommon for to her be gossiped about, but to hear she'd been talked about for her abilities made her surprisingly nervous. What if she disappointed him?

Shaking the thought from her mind she kept up her smile. "Don't worry, Abarai-san, I'll take good care of you." She wasn't sure if it was just her but she thought she saw a flash of something in his eyes. Before she could consider it further it was gone and she figured it was just her overactive imagination.

"Well then," she started nervously, working to keep her voice even and professional. "Let's get you all set up. I'll step out. Please remove your garments, you can use that chair there to hold them. Lie face down on the table under the sheet. I'll be back momentarily."

She exited the room, shutting the door before heading to the kitchen to drink a large glass of water. When she felt enough time had passed she made her way back to the door of her "office" and knocked. "Abarai-san, are you ready?"

She heard a grunt of, "Yeah," and so opened the door.

Now, it wasn't as though she'd never seen this man shirtless before. The "uniforms" of the fighters showed almost everything there was to show. But seeing his hulking form laid out on her table, her hands about to touch and manipulate the muscles she so admired made Orihime's mouth go dry.

"Professional, you're a professional Orihime Inoue, you do not get flustered by exceptionally attractive, muscle bound, half naked…well…fully naked…men on your table!"

Looking at him now Orihime felt her appreciation of tattoos renewed. They'd always fascinated her but Renji's were in a class by themselves. Her eyes drank in the tribal markings etched into the taut slightly tanned skin stretching across his broad back and wrapping around to his shoulders. Speaking of his shoulders, there was more ink there, the marks reminding her of lightning bolts. On his neck were even more of the jagged lines, the whole effect making him seem like an otherworldly being.

"Inoue-san, everything ok?" His voice jolted her out of her blatant staring making her glad he was face down.

"Ha—hai, Abarai-san," she said quickly moving to position next to his form. Rotating at her waist she pushed the play button of her iPod, calm flute filled music filling the room. Just as she was about to add oil to her hands she heard him grunt again. "What was that?" she asked.

Leaning his head up, he rotated his neck to look at her. "No offense but new age crap like this sets my teeth on edge. Seeing as that would defeat the purpose of ya working to relax me I'd prefer it off." His request surprised her slightly but she nevertheless complied. He was the client after all and if this music didn't relax him he didn't have to listen to it. Truth be told she'd heard it enough to be sick of it by now and was thankful for a different kind of peace: silence.

"Thanks, Inoue-san," he said returning his face to the round pillow. She smiled down at him before adding oil to her hands. Even before she made contact with his skin she could feel the tension and heat radiating from his form. Did the poor man never relax?

At her first touch she felt his muscles jump but soon enough he relaxed as her fingers firmly pushed and prodded them into submission. A slight moan from him made her stomach tense up unexpectedly. Another moan as she worked out a knot and the tension slipped lower. Really, could she not be more in control of herself? Granted, it had been a while since she'd last…well… experienced relief of that sort. But she'd had plenty of men, some quite good looking, on her table from then to now. What was it about Renji Abarai that made her want to forget professional decorum?

"Shit, Inoue-san," he hissed as her elbow worked a particularly nasty knot bunched up in his lower back, "When Nel told me to come to you I never thought someone like you could get my muscles to submit to your will."

Orihime knew what he meant without further explanation. Often times her slight form gave rise to speculation, mostly from male clients of varying degrees of size and weight, that she would be strong enough to manipulate their tight muscles. But she managed to surprise and delight them every time, earning more and more clients by referral.

She giggled softly continuing her work. "I have been told I have a healing touch, Abarai-san."

He grunted something that sounded like agreement. When she'd finished his entire back and legs she told him to turn over, securing the sheet he did so. As his chest came into view Orihime hoped fervently he'd not notice her blush. His torso was absolute perfection. Across his skin danced more tribal markings and lightning bolts, highlighting the contours of his chiseled pectorals and sexy abs trailing down to his sculpted v disappearing below the line of the sheet. His biceps also had black ink wound around them, the muscles flexing as he turned and settled down on his back.

When he was comfortable he closed his eyes waiting for her to continue. Adding more oil to her hands she started on his shoulders, trailing inward to working his chest. The motion pulled a hiss from between his teeth and she stopped. "Did I hurt you?" She couldn't stop the question from exiting her lips.

When his eyes opened she saw a flash of heat in them making her breath catch. As quick as it appeared it was gone and he sent her a smirk. "Kind of the point ain't it?" he asked cocking one eyebrow.

"Not always," she said softly. They stared at each other for a moment longer before she got back to work, his eyes closing again. Deftly she worked her way down his front, hands kneading and pushing his muscles until they resembled something akin to jello in Renji's mind.

As she continued working Renji decided he needed a distraction. With a body like that and an air of innocence about her Orihime Inoue was alluring whether she tried to be or not. And since he didn't want to either embarrass or offend her with what was literally a growing problem below his waist line he said, "So, Inoue-san, tell me about yourself."

He could feel her start, surprised by his demand. Opening his eyes he met hers again, finding a faint blush on her cheeks. He grinned; he liked her blushes, they added to her appeal.

"Well, Abarai-san, what do you want to know?" she asked beginning the motion of her hands again. He suppressed another groan.

"Anything you want to tell me," he said, cursing how husky his voice sounded. Really, where was his self control?

Orihime smiled. "I used to want to be an astronaut."

He was so surprised by her confession he laughed, the sound a deep rumble that Orihime decided she liked very much. "Ok," he chuckled, "Anything else?"

"Um…a baker crossed my mind, then a teacher."

"So how did you end up doing this?" he asked.

Orihime considered the question as she worked his shin. "I guess I just found a passion for wanting to help people get relief from their pain."

"Well, you're damn good at it," he said making her smile widened and he decided it was one of her best features.


From that day forward Renji went to see Orihime once a week and each time they spent his hour session getting to know one another. For Orihime it was a welcomed break from her normal clients. Other than Nel, Renji became the only one she was able to speak freely in front of. She found herself admitting things to him she'd never talked about before and thus their time together became a mutual exchange of stress relief; him from sore tight muscles and her from emotional stress. She didn't feel the need to hide herself in front of him.

For Renji the closeness they were breeding, while welcomed, began to weigh on him. He'd moved from enjoying the friendship to yearning for something deeper with her. Unbeknownst to most who knew him he really longed for a family, for a woman who would love and care for him because of who he was and not what he was. Namely he was tired of being pursued by fame or money hungry bitches. He'd stopped dating the first year after his popularity had jumped so significantly; it just wasn't worth the drama.

Unknown to him Orihime was feeling the same way about him but felt she couldn't say anything even though she already treated him as more than just another client. But each week it became harder and harder not to blurt out her feelings, to touch him so intimately making her own body burn and thrash with longing for the man beneath her fingers. The images which plagued her mind made her feel like a pervert and she wondered what Renji would think were he to ever develop the ability to read minds.

One day while working on Nel the busty fighter noticed her friend seemed uncharacteristically melancholy. "Hime, what's wrong?"

Orihime shrugged her shoulders. Nel was someone she could trust and she needed to talk to someone about her feelings.

"Can…can I tell you a secret Nellie?" she asked.

"Of course sweetie, what's going on?"

Taking a deep breath Orihime said softly, "I…I think…no…I know…I really, really like Renji."

Nel squealed out, "You think that's a secret! I already knew that! Why don't you tell him for crying out loud?"

"I don't want to ruin our friendship!" Orihime exclaimed.

Nel smacked her hand to her own forehead. "Oh my beautiful but oblivious friend, can't you tell he likes you too? A lot?!"

Orihime shook her head. "Really? You think he does?"

Sighing Nel said exasperatedly, "I know he does Orihime! You should see the way he looks at you when he thinks no one else is looking. And you too! I can't believe his clothes haven't spontaneously combusted because of your heated looks. Sheesh!"

Orihime blushed brightly; was she really that obvious?

Giggling Nel leaned forward. "Now I'm going to tell you a little secret Hime." Orihime leaned forward too, eager to hear. "I introduced you and Renji-kun for the express purpose of trying to get you two together. But you're both so damn self sacrificing and shy!"

The grey eyed woman's mouth dropped open. "Wha-what are you talking about? I thought he was just a referral?"

Nel fixed her with an incredulous look. "Hime, I knew you'd be perfect for him. You're sweet, caring, and funny, not to mention an absolute knock out, and could care less whether he's famous or not. I know you're a fan but that's because you appreciate the sport and actually understand it. He's not just another hot body to you. He's a person and I knew that was how you viewed him long before I introduced you two. So, if he hasn't made a move it's probably because he feels the same way; he doesn't want to risk losing you if you didn't feel the same. But you do, so tell him!"

"But I can't date a client!"

"Then drop him as a client! Doesn't mean you can't still give him a massage! Plus that way it can finally have a happy ending for both of you."

Orihime blushed but said nothing making Nel giggle. "See? Now stop screwing around and well…start screwing him!"

Looking at her watch she squeaked, "Oh gosh, if I don't leave now I'm going to be late for sparring with Kenny!" Leaning forward, she swiftly kissed Orihime's cheek. "See you later love, good luck!" With that she was gone in a blur.

Left alone with her thoughts Orihime considered what Nel had said. Did Renji really feel something for her?

The sound of her phone ringing made her jump. Looking at the screen she smiled. "Hello Renji-kun," she said sweetly.

"Hey doll," he said and she smiled at his pet name for her, "I was wondering, do you make house calls?"

The question caught her off guard, making her heart speed up. Her, at Renji's house, presumably alone…with him naked? That was only asking for trouble…or if Nel's words were true possibly good fortune? No, she needed to get those thoughts out of her head.

"Um, normally no, but for you I think I can make an exception, everything ok?" she said.

"Yeah, well, kind of. I had a pipe burst in my basement and the damn plumber is taking for fucking ever to get here. I can't really leave it so…"

"No problem, I'll be there soon."

"Thanks, I'll, um, treat ya to dinner or something to make up for it."

Orihime felt her heart jump as she said goodbye. Should she take Nel's advice and tell Renji how she felt?

By the time she reached his drive way the clouds were an angry dark grey, lightning streaking across the sky followed by monstrous thunder. This storm was going to be a big one. Pulling as close to the porch steps as she could, Orihime stepped out and headed to the back of her car. Wrestling the table and her bag out of the trunk she reached the cover of the porch seconds before an absolute down pour erupted around her. Startled she stared at the rain for a while before she smiled. Rain was her good omen and she decided today would be the day she took a rather bold step. She wouldn't merely tell Renji how she felt, she would show him.

Renji had just finished cleaning up the floor of his basement depositing the mop and bucket back into the kitchen where he stirred the stew he'd started that morning. A knock at the door sent him to the entry way. Opening the door he grinned and reached forward to take the folded table from off of Orihime's shoulder.

Meeting his eyes she smiled, a faint blush on her cheeks. He loved her blushes; they revealed so much about her that he was sure she wasn't even aware of. He knew her embarrassed one, her irritated one, her flustered one and once, he thought, he'd seen her attracted one.

"Renji-kun what smells so good?" she asked following him to the sun room, the rain pelting the glass in a steady staccato while lightning streaked across the sky. "I didn't know you cooked, you've been holding out on me!" She giggled.

Shrugging he set the table down, unfolding it as he said, "Yeah, well, chalk it up to another thing only you know about me. Everyone assumes I have wait staff looking after me, but I've always been independent."

"Is that why you live so far out from the city?" she asked leaning against the wall watching him maneuver the table. He was clad in a tight black t-shirt, the bulge of his biceps flexing as his arms moved. Below he wore dark blue jeans and no shoes.

Renji frowned struggling with one of the table legs. Did the thing get rusted or something? "I like having a bit of land. I didn't need a large house since it's just me but I had a buddy breaking into the real estate business and my name attached to his would help boost his business. I don't normally do that, honestly I didn't think I was that popular, but he's a good guy so I wanted to help him out."

"I think it's sweet you were willing to help him and look at the great house you got out of it," she said smiling.

"Are you hungry?" he asked turning to face her again. Before she could tell him it was ok her stomach rumbled.

He smirked. There was her embarrassed blush again. Damn she was cute! "I'll take that as a yes," he said teasingly gesturing for her to head to the kitchen.

Renji headed to the cupboard to grab bowls for soup and salad before fishing out two spoons and forks from a drawer. Standing before the steaming pot of stew he ladled out portions then moved to sit next to her at the bar. Orihime served out the salad and soon they were engaged in enjoying the hearty lunch Renji prepared.

"Thank you so much, I forgot to eat before coming," Orihime said taking another bite. "This is so good Renji! Seriously, you're an amazing cook."

It was his turn to blush. "It's…it's my mom's recipe; a family specialty great for stormy days and warming your soul."

His eyes held slight sadness prompting Orihime to lay a hand on his shoulder the contact drawing his eyes to her face. They stared at each other for a moment before Renji broke the gaze.

"Damn, I really want her. I really like her a lot. How much longer can I take this?"

A bright bolt of lightning flashed across the window followed by a monstrous thunder clap. The lights flickered once then winked out.

"Damn, must have hit the main generator," Renji muttered getting up from his seat to look for flash lights. Orihime watched him walk away, taking in the form of his broad shoulders and back moving in the darkness. He really was exceptionally attractive but she liked the whole man, not just the muscles.

"Thanks rain," she thought smiling to herself.

Renji returned with a lit lantern and set it on the table so they could finish their meal. Once they were done he placed their dishes in the sink.

Together they moved back through the threshold of the kitchen, Renji leading with the lantern back to the sun room. The sky was full black now, lit up from time to time with bright flashes followed by booms of thunder. Orihime loved storms and was grateful for the background noise it provided. Quickly she set up her oils and the sheet for Renji to be covered. From her bag she also extracted some candles she kept on hand but tonight they would serve a purpose opposite of relaxation.

She felt a flutter of nervousness but tamped it down as set up the candles in various locations and lit them; if her situation with Ichigo had taught her anything it was to stop waiting for the man to make a move. They didn't always have to be the ones to initiate and she wasn't going to let another opportunity pass her by.

"Ok Renji-kun, I'll be back in a minute, go ahead and get undressed and under the sheet."

No matter how many times she'd told him to get undressed Renji never tired of hearing it, even if it was just to perform services for which he paid her for. He always waited for her to say the words, his own special brand of self inflicted torture which usually added to the many fantasies he had about the woman whose touch ignited every primal instinct in his body.

Truthfully he was surprised she managed to relax him at all. He knew she wasn't stupid. Despite his best efforts during their sessions it was impossible for him to hide how she affected him with her touch. But she never said any about it and never seemed upset. The only way he knew she was aware of his issue below the sheet was a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks.

Shaking his head he shed his t-shirt, followed by his jeans then his boxers. Climbing on the table he arranged the sheet to cover his lower half and settled his face into the circular pillow taking a deep breath.

Orihime could feel her body vibrating with nervous energy. She was about to cross a very clearly defined line and could only hope Nel wasn't mistaken in her interpretation of Renji's feelings for her. Re-entering the room she took her time looking at him. He really was an amazing specimen of manhood, perfectly toned and his skin was always so hot to the touch.

Renji was lost in his thoughts when Orihime asked, her voice seeming more breathy than usual, "Are you ready for me?" Oh god, now he was projecting his fantasies into real life! Maybe he should tell her…what exactly? That she shouldn't give him a massage today because he already a raging boner just from that one, innocent remark?

But was it really innocent? He couldn't remember her saying something like that before. Usually she would just bound back into the room with her clear cheerful voice announcing she would get started. Talking, he had to get her talking. About what he didn't care but her voice helped soothe him. Mundane or even insane topics would help move his mind from dangerous territory.

"So, how was your week?" he asked, voice slightly muffled from the direction his face was. There was a beat of silence.

"Orihime?"

"You know what Renji-kun? Let's start with your front today. Turn over."

"Oh. God. No."

It would be impossible to hide his firm stem if he turned over now. Desperately he tried to think of anything that would throw cold water on his arousal. Naked…naked…ugh that word wasn't fucking helping! Fucking? "Oh shit, I'm so dead." She was waiting for him to comply with her request. Scratch that, her command to turn over. He'd always thought she'd been the timid one when it came to stuff like that.

"No! Get your head out the gutter!"

"Renji-kun, are you ok?" she asked, her playful smile unseen since his face was still down.

She heard him grunt as he rolled to his side, his back facing her, before he managed to lie prone looking at the ceiling. Casting a swift glance to the sheet she could see the evidence of his struggle. "Poor Renji-kun, don't worry, this time I really will take good care of you."

Feigning complete obliviousness to his condition she started with his shoulders. He groaned, eyes closing, as she worked the tight muscles. Orihime could see his stomach twitching with almost every touch. Something lower was twitching too making her lick her lips. Apparently the perverted deviant who lived deep in her mind has surfaced and she was going to ride this high for as long as she could. It was a strange power trip to have this much control over a man like Renji.

Shifting her position Orihime smiled as her hands worked down his chest, not massaging so much as just touching him. As her fingers trailed back over his neck she felt his pulse racing increasing her confidence.

Keeping her voice low and thankful his eyes were closed so he couldn't see the redness of her cheeks Orihime said, "Renji-kun, I don't think I've ever told you how much I love your tattoos." She felt him tense slightly, his body betraying his surprise. Encouraged she went on, "I mean, they're just so you; strong, bold," here she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "and wild."

Renji clenched his teeth stifling a moan as her lips grazed the shell of his ear. He was unable to hide his increasingly labored breathing. What the hell was she doing?

"And," she went on after a beat, "they highlight your impressive features so well. Firm biceps," she squeezed them, "Strong chest," her finger nails scraped across his flesh, a moan escaping despite his best efforts, "and abs that most would kill for."

Orihime trailed her hands lower, moving from his stomach to the contours of his hips. As she dipped her fingers below the line of the sheet covering his now painfully throbbing manhood Renji grabbed her wrists. There was only so much he could take before he did something really, really stupid.

"What are you doing?" he choked out finally opening his eyes.

The look of desire in her eyes was so unexpected that he barely heard her answer.

"I'm trying to seduce you Renji Abarai."

His eyes went wide; did she really just say that? He'd not time to consider it further because the next moment she placed a delicate kiss on the area just above where his covered erection pulsed, the shock of action making him relinquish hold of her. "And I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job of it."

"Orihime" he moaned, his chest heaving. Was this really happening?

Meeting her eyes back to his she sent him a coy, sexy grin. "You know, Abarai-san," and for some reason the sound of his proper name was rather erotic, "I've always been rather curious," she trailed her fingers through the soft hair on his perfect v-line before they pinched the edge of the sheet, "just how much power resides on the underside of this material."

His breath hitched as she slowly pulled allowing the sheet to fall away to the floor. His firm staff was sprung; tall, thick and slightly weeping. Frantically he sought for words. Shouldn't he be saying something right about now? But the hunger in her eyes made his stomach clench and all reason left his already muddled brain.

Orihime had figured he would be large but goodness…he was impressive. She took her time looking at him much the way one would in admiring a piece of artwork. And Renji was delicious, like a living sculpture, a live rendition of male perfection. Leaning forward she ran her hands over his thighs, a delicate touch that made his muscles twitch and skin hum.

"Hime," he breathed drawing her attention back to his face. He looked a mixture of strained confusion and undeniable need. Moving back up the table she grazed her fingers over him from stomach all the way to his neck. Reaching behind him she pulled his hair tie out, allowing his ruby tresses to flow free. Gently she ran her digits through his deceptively soft hair the touch sending tingles down his whole body.

Grasping the back of his head Orihime leaned down until her lips were right above his. His breath was hot against her skin, his eyes hooded and she couldn't wait any longer to taste him. Closing the distance she kissed him firmly, massaging his lips with her own. Wanting more she caught his bottom lip with her teeth, nibbling slightly in encouragement to open his mouth. He did so, his tongue thrusting out to meet hers.

Orihime felt his arms moving but as much as she wanted him to touch her, this was all about him. Pulling back made his eyes fly open.

"Just relax, Renji-kun. I want to give you the happy ending you deserve."

Shocked pass over his face but before he could protest she kissed him again, this time harder, her tongue darting into his mouth which had fallen open in his surprise. A deep rumbling moan met her ears as Orihime trailed her lips to his neck. Moving purposefully she opened her mouth and licked down the length of his torso. She found a slightly ticklish spot just below his navel and marked it in her memory to play with later.

Reaching the junction of his hips she placed petal soft kisses around the base of his shaft. Taking a deep breath, inhaling his spicy male scent, she ran her tongue up his length to the head before wrapping her lips around him and plunging downward, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. His hips involuntarily bucked up and he tapped the back of her throat.

She relaxed the muscles to avoid choking and slowly pulled back up.

"Holy shit, Hime," Renji hissed, his head and back arching at the exquisite feel of her hot, wet mouth pleasuring him. His hands fisted, frustrated that she was just out of his reach; he really wanted to touch her. Further consideration of that desire was blasted from his consciousness when he felt her swirl her tongue around him while moving up and down, the dual sensation making him grunt.

As she watched him unravel under her oral ministrations Orihime felt a strange sense of pride. For a long time this act of intimacy had intimidated her, even made her uncomfortable. But her friend Rangiku had convinced her that being skilled at this particular thing would actually make her feel more confident in herself.

"There's nothing like taking a mass of masculinity and bring him to his knees because you're good when you're on yours," she'd told her.

Now, looking at Renji, a man whose body control and self discipline exceeded that of normal human, she finally understood what her friend had meant. Just because neither were actually on their knees didn't mean the sentiment of control wasn't there. She was directing everything and he was taking what she offered.

Renji was trying hard to hold still, but it was so difficult not to thrust up into her luscious mouth. She was driving him crazy, moving fast then slow, sucking him deep then nipping his head. At this rate he wasn't going to last long. It had been well over a year since he'd been with anyone and since he'd only had eyes for Hime lately no other advances made on him held any appeal.

"Fuck," he gasped when she grasped the base of his rod and pulled up at the same time she sucked the top. She was really fucking good at giving head!

Orihime hummed against his flesh, the vibration adding a new level of pleasure. Moving her other hand around, she cupped him and squeezed. Renji flew up to a partially seated position, their eyes meeting as she continued working him over. The blazing fire in his normally soft brown eyes coupled with his tousled flame colored hair highlighted by flickering candle light and set against a backdrop of flashing lightning made blood rush to her ears drowning out the thunder cracking outside around them.

"Hime…shit…if you don't stop now…" he was panting, coming completely undone. Knowing what he was trying to say she winked and redoubled her efforts to get him off. Renji slammed back down on the table making it shake.

A moment later she felt a twitch alerting her to his impending orgasm. Pulling back she swiftly grabbed the sheet and covered him, catching the stream as it erupted. She could feel him pulsing beneath her palm and wrap fingers around him to help coax out the last bit of his release. When the flow had stopped she wrapped up the sheet and shoved it in a laundry bag she kept with her.

Renji lay still on the table, one arm over his eyes while the other lay limp over his head, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room save for the pattering of the rain and claps of thunder. When he felt he could move without falling over he sat up on the table still completely nude and stared at Orihime. Under his heavy gaze she felt herself fidget.

Slowly he approached her, the look in his eyes positively predatory. She could see the ripple of his muscles as he moved; the heave of his chest as he worked to get his breathing back under control. Though unafraid she was slightly nervous. No one had ever looked at her like this…like they literally wanted to devour her. Orihime felt her back hit a wall. When had she moved?

Renji didn't seem to mind, his eyes darkening another shade if that were even possible, as he loomed over her. The room was heavy with the heat of the candles, their subtle clean scent mingling with the distinct perfume of sex and male musk. The combination made Orihime feel light headed. That or it was simply his heated gaze. He said nothing, his arms still hanging at his sides though she felt caged nonetheless. Clearly there had been a shift in power and Orihime felt her heart rate increase, her breath coming in short pants as they stared at one another.

Leaning down he clasped a section of her hair, trailing his fingers through it. When he was millimeters away from her lips a loud bell pealed through the house.

"Shit," Renji spat abruptly turning, leaving Orihime breathing rather heavily still using the wall for support. Swiftly he grabbed his jeans shirking them on, not bothering with boxers or his shirt. From the hall she heard him open the door.

"Bout' time you showed up, shitty night?" His voice was gruff.

"Yeah, no end to trouble; speaking of which, where is your issue?" another voice said. Orihime frowned before comprehension dawned; the plumber!

"This way, the damn thing burst." Renji's voice was fading away as they descended the basement stairs.

Taking a deep breath Orihime finally moved from the wall and started cleaning up the room. Clearly Renji had enjoyed what she'd done and she'd enjoyed doing it to him. She thought she knew where this could possibly be heading but the unfortunate interruption had put an abrupt halt to her finding out for now.

As she blew out a row of candles strong arms wrapped around her waist tugging her to a firm wall of chest; when had he come back?

Wrapping her hair in his hand Renji pulled just hard enough to pull her head back. She gasped at the feel of his tongue running the length of her exposed throat.

"Where do you think you're going?" He almost growled the words, his hand trailing up her stomach dragging her shirt up. "We are nowhere near done." Deftly he whipped her shirt off leaving her in bra and jeans. His lips descended back to her neck, suckling and nipping at the skin making her moan as both hands moved to grasp her breasts.

"Oh god Renji," she groaned arching up to his touch. It had been so long since anyone had touched her this way. And no one had ever made her feel this much heat so fast with so little effort. It felt like he'd literally gotten under her skin and was in control of all her nerve endings. Every touch made her jump, her hypersensitivity making her squirm in his strong hold.

"Never knew you were such a minx Hime but fuck if I don't love it," he said whipping her around to face him. Lips crashed together, tongues coming out to play as his hands, hot and assured with promises of exceptional pleasure, trailed confidently up and down her body.

Orihime felt like she had a jackhammer in her heart. Renji was an amazing kisser! She's not given herself proper time to discover that fact when he'd been at her mercy. Now at his she gladly gave him the reins. Lost in his kiss she didn't even feel him remove her bra but inhaled sharply as the scorching plane of his torso connected with her now naked one. Briefly she wondered if he had lava rather than blood in his veins; he was so hot!

When he pulled away she whimpered but it was followed by a gasp as he lifted her by her still jean clad derriere, her legs wrapping around his trim waist. Swiftly he carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom.

That night, though his actions spoke plenty of words resulting in some of the best sex Orihime had ever had in her life, Renji confessed his feelings to her. After her reciprocation they'd fallen back into further throes of passion, making love until the dawn. When they awoke late in the day, when the clock is clicking from morn to afternoon, Renji leaned up on his elbow grinning down at her as he traced his fingers down her arm.

"Hime," he said and she met her eyes to his, "Come with me to the championship fight. I want you literally in my corner when I kick Zangetsu Kurosaki's ass."

She nodded and he kissed her.


Ichigo Kurosaki sat down heavily on the couch in his dad's living room. It had been a shit filled week and he was looking forward to putting his feet up and finally getting some damn relaxation! As his twin sisters entered the room, each taking a seat on either side of him, he cast a glance at his phone. He intended to call Orihime that day since he finally had some time off to be able to see her. It had been so long since they'd talked; not that he'd ever been one partial to conversation.

As his dad entered the room and took his old beat up lazy boy he asked, "Have you called that goddess yet?"

Ichigo glowered. "Shut up old man, and no, I haven't. I've been busy."

"Excuses, you're just scared," Karin said not taking her eyes from the TV.

"Hey, I'm not scared! I-"

Yuzu cut him off, "Ichi-nii, shush! Brother's fight is starting!"

Ichigo cast his irritated gaze to the TV, watching as his brother circled the ring against his red-headed, tattooed opponent.

It was a fierce fight, neither fighter giving an inch and throwing everything they had at each other. Zangetsu was one of the few who could actually last all three rounds again Renji Abarai.

After a tense wait Renji was announced the winner, the Kurosaki family bemoaning and throwing popcorn at the TV. Just as he was about to get up from the couch Ichigo was arrested by Karin's voice saying, "Hey, isn't that Inoue-san?"

Whipping his head back around Ichigo watched as the unmistakable form of Orihime Inoue, his teenage and, if he were honest, current crush was enveloped in a massive hug by the fighter who'd just bested his brother.

"Maybe they're just fri-"Isshin began but altered to, "Oh…never mind." Renji was kissing Orihime rather long and deep.

Ichigo stood dumbfounded staring at the screen. Isshin's laugh and slap on the back brought him to himself.

"Well my son, unless you plan on taking on Renji "the Soul Reaper" Abarai, I suggest moving on from Hime-chan. Shame, from what I remember she had quite the crush on you back in the day. Too bad you're just a little too late."

Ichigo clenched his fist muttering, "I could take him," before stomping to the kitchen to grab a beer, the sound of his family's mocking laughter ringing in his ears. Really, why did he even bother coming around anymore?

Author's Note: Reviews feed my muse so please let me know your thoughts! I went way different with this one but it was fun to challenge myself to write something new, at least for me. I've had a couple requests for Kensei so he'll be up next! If you have a scenario you'd like to see for him and Hime let me and please keep sending your suggestions. I love hearing from you dear readers! Thanks for reading!