Authorial Notice:
Okay, I followed the awesome advice I received from several of you and reworked this story. You will no longer find it full of lame sexual platitudes, always a plus. Please let me know what you think, I survive on feedback.
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…For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
-Alexander Pope
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Title: Wolf at the Door
Disclaimer: Yes
Warnings: Um, lots of hot sex.
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Orihime stared down her most ancient foe, wrench in hand and shivering.
"So it's come to this?"
Narrowing her gaze, she pointed her weapon at the metal fiend.
"I have come past your laser equipped penguins and I have survived your man eating wolves. Now, it's just you…and me."
Without warning, the icy air became unbearable. She gasped, dropping to her knees. How could she have forgotten about her enemy's surprise attack? And now, her hesitation had cost everything.
The wolves were back.
She ran, ditching her only defense in favor of gaining speed. If she could make it to her lair, she would be fine. She could see it up ahead. Orihime threw herself across the entrance and quickly closed the path behind her.
There. Now they would never get in.
Except she was wrong. They were already inside. On the far side of the cave, a lone wolf slept. She knew this wolf. He was the fiercest and strongest of them all. She had to be careful. Any movement could arose him from his slumber. And beneath his fur, he had a secret weapon.
But Orihime had a secret weapon as well.
Lowering herself into a crouch, she slowly advanced, careful not to make a sound. All she had to do was get close enough and the power of her touch would redeem his spirit.
She slipped her fingers under the blankets.
"Holy god, that's cold!"
Ichigo yelped, bolting straight up in the bed and throwing a startled glance around, assessing the current level of danger. He spotted Orihime, hands still outstretched with a look of enrapt fascination.
She smiled and tilted her head to the side.
"The heat's out again."
Ichigo collapsed back into his pillow.
Orihime giggled. "You should have seen your face. Priceless."
He peeked at her from underneath his arm.
She was scrambling out of the bed with a squeal and had almost cleared the edge, when strong arms pulled her back.
"Ichi…Ichi, I'm sorry! I won't do it again!"
"That's what you said last time."
He growled, rolling her over and pinning her with his weight. She struggled under him and he smirked when she finally gave up, flushed and breathless.
"But, but I mean it this time."
"Mmm…" He tugged the collar of her shirt aside and nuzzled her throat, inhaling deeply. "You said that last time, too."
Her soft moans filled the room as he ran his tongue from her shoulder to her ear, nipping the sensitive flesh along her jaw.
"I can't help it. Your punishments are addictive."
He pulled back to look at her, eyes dark and amused.
"That so?"
She loved this game. The game where she ran and he pursued, except that it wasn't a game at all really, because no one ever lost. He glided his hands to the hem of her shirt.
"What was it this time, space invaders?"
In one smooth motion, he yanked it up and over her head, then tossed it across the room.
"N-no."
"No?"
His hands danced across her stomach, sliding up her rib cage and over her breasts, before slipping around her shoulders. He lightly drew his nails down her back and she arched against him.
Soft light played over her body, filtering in through the curtains, throwing curves into sharp disparity. One pale pink nipple flashed at him around the swell of her breast and he hardened, grinding against her.
"Terrorist spies?"
Panting under him, Orihime whined and wiggling her hips so that she could get better contact.
She shook her head, jarring strands of long auburn hair into disarray.
His fingers slid the skimpy lace barrier down her legs, dropping it to the floor before he jerked his own shirt up and over his head. Her eyes followed every movement and he smirked, standing before her completely bare, letting her look her fill.
Nothing could have prepared him for Orihime.
Back when they had first gotten together, her innocent expressions and benign words had perfectly served to hide her insatiable sexual curiosity. He had been completely caught off guard.
He stood in front of her as she found every line of his naked body with her eyes. Her breathing frayed and she didn't seem to notice that her thighs parted in invitation.
Ichigo crawled toward her, committing her expressions to memory, stopping between her legs.
"What was it?"
She blinked, swallowed.
"Antarctica."
Running a finger down her navel, he arched a brow.
"And what happened…in Antarctica?"
She drew a shaky breath, watching his finger continue on its path.
"W-wolves…there were…nhmm..."
It slid into her easily, knuckles brushing the soft skin on either side. He shuddered, not bothering to hide it as he met her gaze.
"You have to be careful with wolves, Orihime. They'll eat you alive."
Her eyes widened as he lowered his head, his tongue gliding up her cleft. She jerked and twisted with every slow, sure lick. He withdrew his finger, only to push it back in again and she cried out as his tongue brushed the sensitive flesh at her peak.
Her legs fell apart, giving him complete and unrestrained access to her body. She writhed under his mouth.
When her first release came, she threw her head back, keening. But he wasn't finished with her. He growled low in his throat as he felt her muscles contracting around his finger, but he didn't stop. He pressed his tongue harder, faster, shoving his fingertip against that place inside her, right under the edge of her pubic bone.
She mumbled incoherently, shivering and shaking, riding the sensations he gave her.
Ichigo didn't stop until she came again, harder than the first, almost wild in her reaction. Only then, did he cease his ministrations, withdrawing his hand from between her legs. He crawled up her body, slow and deliberate, like a stalking beast. His breathing labored.
Then he was inside of her, moving over her, powerful and hungry. He groaned against her mouth, before slipping down her collarbone and tracing it with his teeth, letting his hands slide over heated flesh. He played her body like a well-loved instrument, strumming her curves and gliding over her, confident and persuasive as he coaxed her into frenzied bliss.
He wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly to his hardness as she came around him, muscles tightening, almost painfully, and he lost himself to it, groaning, thrusting into her with hard shallow strokes, filling her with heat, and completely emptying himself before collapsing on her chest.
She stroked his hair, smiling while he regained his breath.
"Did you learn your lesson?"
Orihime smiled wider.
"Yes, Ichi."
He sighed.
"Good. I'll go fix the heater."
Rolling out of bed, he tugged his jeans on while she snuggled into the pillows.
"I don't know how that thing keeps breaking."
"Mmm…me neither."
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A/N
Did you like it? Let me know what your favorite kinds of IchiHime sexiness are, maybe I can work some of them in. :)