A/N: Yay! My very first Bleach fanfic…and it's IchiHime!! Those two just make me feel all mushy inside ^_^ It's been barely a month since I started reading the manga, and I'm already writing fanfiction…ehehe…you can see I'm obsessed…:sweatdrops:
The inspiration for this fic comes from a gorgeous fanart made by kara-lija over at deviantart *_* Her IchiHime is so utterly droolworthy! I wish I could draw like that…
Anyway, on to the fic…
Warning: Teeth-rotting fluff ahead!
Kissing Orihime
It seemed like the most natural thing to kiss her.
They were still in the Tower No.5 when Unohana-taichou's voice floated over them to let them know it was over. Aizen had fallen and Soul Society was safe.
Inoue stood up in surprise from where she had been healing an unconscious Ishida, eyes widening, hands clenched worriedly, as though she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.
He met her unsure gaze, and felt the urge to comfort his nakama, to tell her that they were safe, that everything was going to be alright. That now they could finally leave the drab wasteland that was Hueco Mundo and go back home. Which explained why he rushed to her side and placed both hands on her shoulders in, what he hoped, was a reassuring way.
But that didn't explain why the next moment he held her face between both hands and gently pressed his lips to hers.
Perhaps it had been the overwhelming sense of relief, or the vulnerability in her eyes. Or maybe it had been the fact that he craved for a loving touch after all those weeks of weary battle.
Or perhaps it was Inoue herself.
He had always taken her presence for granted. That she would always be there when he looked. Then one morning he had woken up, feeling her reiatsu tingling his skin, and found out she was gone. He didn't like to admit how much that had frightened him.
He pulled away when he felt her gasp. He didn't feel the awkwardness or guilt he should have felt. Instead, he studied her face, taking in the slightly parted lips and the pink tinge on her cheeks.
Beautiful.
He'd now got a taste, and he wanted more. He gazed into her eyes and immediately knew he shouldn't have. Those dark pools were his undoing.
His arms went around her and drew her close as he dived in for more. She tensed only for a second before melting into his embrace. And this time her lips parted willingly for him.
Kissing her was as natural as breathing, he realized.
He didn't know how long they stayed like that. It could have been hours, or it could have been minutes. But they finally broke apart when Unohana-taichou's voice rang through their ears again, instructing all the Shinigami in Hueco Mundo to assemble together. They were going home.
She stayed in his embrace for a long moment, gently resting her head on his chest like it belonged there. His one hand gently threaded through the silken strands of her hair. Somewhere in his heart he just knew, she belonged in his arms. This was meant to be.
He pulled away slightly from the embrace, to gaze down at her. Her eyes were shining with happiness and relief and…love…?
He grinned, seeing his emotions reflected in her eyes. "Let's go home…Orihime…"
She smiled up at him, and he knew this was one of her rare, genuine smiles. "Hai…Ichigo…"
fin
A/N: Okay, so that was more like a ficlet than a fanfic, just under 500 words. I just wanted to write something where Ichigo is not as blind as a bat and things are not as awkward and angsty as I mostly see in fics regarding these two. I'm still new to the fandom thought, so I'm not sure if I got there characters down right…
Your thoughts are muchly appreciated ^_^