Disclaimer: Bleach proudly belongs to the genius that is Tite Kubo. :)
A/N: As a DIE-HARD IchiHime there is absolutely no excuse as to why I've had this just dusting away on my laptop since the ending came and went LOL. Ugh... I still get butterflies thinking about the ending..
Warnings: Rated (M) for.. language? SPOILER ALERT! if you haven't finished Bleach!
Girl Talk, The Unbashful Princess
"Hey, Momma? I couldn't find it!" Kazui walked out of the adjoined bathroom and back into his parent's bedroom, looking at his mother with big, uneventful eyes as she was leaning over the bed while ironing the uniform shirt he was going to wear today.
"Not there?" Orihime took her eyes off of the white shirt she was pressing and looked over at him, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "Really? I swear that's where he put it...," It was just her and Kazui for the morning, as usual, since Ichigo left for work earlier in the mornings.
She stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips and pursed her mouth in thought. Where the hell was that bottle? Gosh, she didn't have time to waste looking for it! "–Oh! Right! Look in the drawer where your father usually keeps all his hair stuff. You should find some in there." She told him with a certain smile curved on her lips. She had to get Kazui to school in less than twenty minutes and that was only because she woke up a little later than she should have. Kazui actually was awake before her, but instead of him waking her up too, he went and sat in the living room, watching cartoons the TV.
Kazui huffed, wearing a pout and then ran back into the bathroom. He had been honestly praying that he could get away with staying home from school today if he moved as slow as a slug. But now that he thought about it, his father was likely to be upset with him if he did end up staying home for the day, and he DID NOT want to have his TV privileges cut off for a week. He pulled out the top drawer of the bathroom sink to the right of him and found a whole bunch of bottles, brushes and combs cluttered in the thing. Shrugging, he went through all of his father's hair-care products and picked the bottles up one by one, trying to read them. However, he couldn't ready very well yet. The bottle was black, he knew that for sure. He used it all the time. But he wasn't expecting to see so many black bottles in here. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he picked up another bottle and looked over the name on the bottle.
He grinned widely, feeling somewhat achieved. These were the letters he always saw on the bottle so this had to be it. He closed the drawer back and left out of the bathroom, waving it around in his hold. "Momma, I think I found it!" Kazui exclaimed gleefully, going over to her.
"You did?" Orihime smiled, having finished pressing her son's shirt and set the shut-off iron down on the nightstand. She turned to her shirtless five year old and he held the bottle up to her, clearly extremely proud of himself. She laughed a bit, taking the bottle from him and read the product name, and then nodded, letting him know that he was correct.
Kazui pumped his fist in the air with a cheerful shout, a rosy flush blossoming on his cheeks.
"C'mere." She cupped the back of his head, bringing him closer before popping the cap of the bottle open and squeezed some into her hand. "We don't have much time, Kazui. I wish you would have woken me up," She muttered, rubbing the cream-like substance through his hair.
Kazui whined, his head low as she groomed his mop of apricot hair. "Well I was watching re-runs of Samurai Jack! I couldn't stop watchin', Momma! Sorry!"
Orihime sighed, unable to fight the small grin that appeared on her lips. "Don't blame Samurai Jack."
"Papa's the one who said I should watch all the episodes," Kazui mentioned, eying his belt buckle and realizing it wasn't fastened. He reached down, fastening it with difficulty as his mother thoroughly moisturized his hair. The moisturizer smelled good too.
"There." Orihime stood back, admiring her work. She liked the messy look on the boy.
He lifted his head and showed her a wide grin.
"Handsome just like your father. Now to think of a way to keep the girls off of you," She murmured more to herself with a giggle as he stepped over and grabbed his shirt off the bed. He really did look a lot like Ichigo with that grin of his. Yes, girls would probably be her biggest issue with Kazui when he got older. She was quick in pulling the shirt over his head and he slipped his arms into the sleeves. When she finished with his shirt, she frowned at the weird way his belt was buckled on his uniform pants and glanced at her son's face in amusement before going on to readjust it.
God, he was so going to be late for school at this pace.
She finished with his belt and snapped her fingers. "Okay, let's go! We have to leave, like, now." She said, looking over the at the clock on the wall.
"'Kay!" Kazui ran out of the room to go grab his backpack from his bedroom and Orihime quickly went over and checked over herself in the mirror. She smoothed her hands down the front of her lace shirt, her neck embellished by the three necklaces that fell passed the collar of her shirt and then she moved aside the hair falling in her eye, her hair bunned at the top of her head with one long bang brushing against the side of her face. She smiled, agreeing with her appearance. So didn't look like she rushed out of bed after oversleeping.
"Momma, I'm ready!" Kazui yelled, running passed the doorway.
"Alright, alright!" She turned around and rushed out of the room. Her jacket and purse were already downstairs, so all she needed to do was grab them and they could leave out.
Orihime enjoyed the scent of nail polish that invaded her nose as she was seated at the high desk inside of her favorite nail salon and the woman working on her nails paid more attention to that rather than the conversation Orihime was having with her friends. It was the early afternoon and since she didn't have to be at the bakery for another two hours she decided to hang out with Tatsuki, and Rangiku, who was visiting from the Soul Society for the day. She always liked when Rangiku came to see her every once in a while.
"I'm so excited about the banana bread! Oh, I can't wait to take some home to Ichigo later." Orihime pinned the other two women with bright, excited eyes and Tatsuki smiled at her.
"I'm sure he'll like it, 'Hime. Especially since you worked so hard on it," Tatsuki turned her gaze back onto her own nails, sitting at the desk next to Rangiku and the older woman was at the desk between her and Orihime. Tatsuki didn't exactly have a thing for getting her nails done, but she had a month off from working at the dojo she ran and figured why not. She only got her nails done when Orihime really wanted her to and she was down for whatever made Orihime happy. "And though I'm sure it will be delicious, does Ichigo even like bananas?" She asked, finding the black and white pattern being applied on her nails to look nice. Over the years, it seemed Orihime's cooking actually turned out to be pretty tasty. She eventually grew out of those horrid taste-buds of hers (if that was even possible) and got more serious than ever about opening her own shop, which finally happened for her about two years and the bakery was a huge hit. Her food definitely changed after everyone told Ichigo at his and Orihime's wedding reception that if he didn't want to live with her rather distasteful food for the rest of his life he had to be honest with her, even if it hurt Orihime's feelings a little. It was the only way to keep Orihime from opening her own bakery and embarrassing herself in public.
Ichigo couldn't have agreed more and followed through with his 'honesty', so Orihime tried very hard, until her cooking skills were pleasant and the food was at least edible. From there her dishes just got better and better. Tatsuki was proud of her. Orihime was doing what she loved most now, and part of that was because of Ichigo too.
"I happen to have a taste for bananas today. I'd like to try some as well, Orihime." Rangiku stated, watching her own nails.
Orihime grinned, giving a quick nod. "Okay!" Then she went quiet and looked down at her nails, wondering if she should take advantage of this time to talk about what she really needed to. She just wanted some advice. She bit her lower lip, nervously and hesitated. "Um.., Tatsuki, Rangiku-san..," She began, her cheeks flushing. "Do you mind if I talk to you guys on a more personal level?"
"No, of course not, Orihime. Something troubling you?" Rangiku finally looked up from her nails and over at the woman.
"Yeah, Orihime. Everything okay? You sound nervous." Tatsuki cocked an eyebrow at her and tilted her head curiously.
Orihime nodded strongly to herself, determined to resolve this problem of hers. "Uh, yes. Everything is fine. It's just... I was wondering... Well! .. Okay, when Ichigo and I are.. intimate he's always very gentle and caring," She was reluctant, taking notice of the woman doing her nails blushing at the change of subject among them and blushed harder. "Y-Yes, he's always very gentle-"
Tatsuki made a loud sound of disgust and frowned. "Oh come on, Orihime! I don't wanna hear that!"
Orihime threw her a pouting look, puffing out her cheeks. "Aw, but whyyyy? It's a problem I need help with!"
"Because you're talking about Ichigo and it's gross."
"But I thought...," Orihime huffed, her shoulders sinking. "..Never mind."
"No. What is it? Orihime, I don't mind hearing the troubles concerning men and giving my advice. It's what I'm best at. Don't mind Tatsuki, she's so frigid." Rangiku smiled at Orihime, waving her hand that was drying in Tatsuki's direction dismissively.
"Frigid?" Tatsuki growled through her teeth, shooting the woman a scowl.
"Really?" Orihime smiled big, glad that she could get someone's advice at least. "Okay, thanks!" But then when thought about what she would have to disclose to Rangiku, her smile slowly dwindled and she dropped her attention onto her nimble nails, flush growing across her cheekbones. "Um, okay... Well, the thing is I.. I w-would like for Ichigo to be a little more.. aggressive?" She gave a tilt of her head, questioning the word herself.
Left speechless, Tatsuki's mouth dropped open. Her adorable, innocent Orihime couldn't mean–
Rangiku tilted her lips, a wicked gleam appearing in her eyes. "Ohhhh, is that so?" She smirked wide and Orihime turned her head, looking at her with a feverish flush cloaked over her face. "You're not being satisfied in the way you would like to be, I take it?"
"Mh," Orihime nodded, blushing harder.
Rangiku didn't think the girl could get any redder, but she was proven wrong. She wouldn't surprise if Orihime's body was a hot as the color of her right now appeared. "Well, explain it to me better. What is it you would like him to do, Orihime?"
"Oh, God, please don't." Tatsuki grumbled, screwing her face up.
Orihime swallowed and then licked over her lower lip, feeling a bit anxious. "Like sometimes when he comes home from the clinic he'll be angry about his intolerable older, patients that come in over every little ache. I mean pissed. And, I guess, the thing is.. I actually find him very attractive when he's angry. I mean, he's always been attractive, but when he's angry it's like another type of attractive," She explained, her voice becoming breathy and eye-lids sliding low at memory of Ichigo's frustrated and pissed off appearance, the tight clench of his jaw and the sharpened look of his eyes. She felt a delicious chill a go down her spine just thinking about it. She then pouted, longingly. "I just wish he would take it out on me sometimes, you know?"
"Orihime!" Tatsuki screeched, wide-eyed. "What do you mean you want him to take it out on you?! You want a fist in your face or something!"
Rangiku showed Tatsuki a deadpanned expression and the three manicurists doing their nails were blushing, working hard to mind their own business as the women talked among themselves.
"-No! Of course not, Tatsuki!" Orihime retorted, frowning. "Not 'take it out on me' in that way. I don't want him to beat me up or anything."
"But you want him to 'beat up' something else." Rangiku remarked in understanding, winking at the younger woman.
"Exactly, Rangiku-san!" Orihime exclaimed, her voice high with affirmation and Tatsuki's face paled. "I want him to manhandle me a little bit. You know, like pull my hair, spank me– Something!"
Tatsuki gagged off to the side. This was a side of her innocent Orihime she wished she hadn't witnessed. Now she would have kick to Ichigo's ass for failing to sexually satisfy Orihime to her liking because then she could have avoided ever being introduced to this corrupt angel that was indeed Inoue Orihime.
AN: I need a friend like Rangiku LOL. ;)