Hello everyone! I know it's been awhile, but I just suddenly got this idea in my head and couldn't get it out. It's a completely new story, and hopefully I can do better in updating it than I have been with my others. Thanks for sticking with me this whole time!

Disclaimer: All rites to Tite Kubo; only the idea of this story is mine.

Summary: Orihime Inoue is the CEO of a large business conglomerate. As is Ichigo Kurosaki, competing for #1 against Orihime's company. But they don't know all of this when they meet each other at a club and have a passionate love affair.


He stared into those shining bright orbs, her tears spilling over without her consent.

His thumb traced over their tracks, feeling the softness of her cheek.

She was breathing evenly, despite her tears.

She stared into the whirlpool of emotions that lay in his eyes.

(…)

Music pounded throughout the intimate club, the flashing lights slightly blinding Orihime's eyes. She breathed in deeply, scanning the room. There was a mixture of sweat, alcohol, and lust in the air. The auburn lifted her glass, finishing her martini. She left it on the bar table and began walking to the dance floor.

And there he was.

That gorgeous man.

She came to this club often, but it had been awhile since her recent business trip. And he was new. And he was handsome.

He was just standing there coolly against the wall on the other side, his hands in his dress pants, his white button down partly open with a pulled down tie. He almost looked out of place with his attire compared to the other men in jeans and who knows what. Oddly enough, there was a scowl on his face.

She was sure she would change that soon.

Even though the scowl did add a certain quality to him.

Orihime easily maneuvered herself around the people on the dance floor and stood at the edge of the dance floor. She continued to stare at the stranger, a slight smirk on her face.

He would notice her eventually.

The lights flashed in his direction and he averted his eyes away, leading right to her.

And she was beautiful.

The strangers shared eye contact, and immediately everything slowed. The music, the lights, the people.

She smiled, a full smile, and waved.

The scowl transformed into a smirk and then a smile. Ichigo pushed himself off the wall and confidently walked in her direction.

Orihime slowly walked back into the crowd, heading towards the center of the dance floor.

Ichigo followed her in, watching her body move between people.

The music pumped loudly, the lights flashed brightly.

Orihime stopped and closed her eyes, and began to dance.

She felt a body, his body, behind her, dancing along. She smiled, she was surprised that he knew how to dance, happy even.

Ichigo lightly moved his hands along her dress, that amazing dress that hugged her in all the right places. The neckline plunged down to her chest, her full breasts filling the top completely. Her back was open with slinky straps, the bottom ruched. The material felt silky beneath his fingers.

His fingers left a hot trail on her body sending multiple sensations all over her body. The auburn began to sweat, despite her hair being up in a messy bun.

They slowly danced closer together, their bodies finally touching. Ichigo leaned into her neck, smelling the slight vanilla scent on her skin. It invigorated him. He ran his hand down her arm as her hips swayed, her firm butt against him. He bit his lip, slowly taking in all the sensations and emotions around him.

They bathed themselves in their own energy, enjoying the euphoria created in the air.

She turned around to face him, and they both stopped dancing, just staring into each other's eyes.

He slowly leaned in closer to her, she tilted her head up towards him. Their lips softly met, melding together. He pulled back, their eyes opening, their hearts beating rapidly under their chests.

If a chaste kiss could cause this reaction, how is it going to be when there's more?

He softly took her hands in his, staring into her eyes questioningly. She smiled and gave a small nod, and he led her off the dance floor, out the club.


I'm going to keep the rating of this story as M, just in case I heat it up a little. Which I feel like I might. Please review! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, lovelies.