Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. I am just a loyal, borderline obsessed fan.
Phantom of the Opera (musical) and its songs belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Past the Point of No Return
Pairing: HichiHime
You have come here
In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which till now
Has been silent
Silent.
Hichigo Shirosaki—as he liked to be called upon gaining his own body, a feat that couldn't be explain by anyone, even Urahara—twisted the corners of his mouth into a feral grin as he felt her reiatsu approach his current abode. He knew it was only a matter of time until she came to him. His idiot shinigami half had chosen the other girl, Rukia. He stood by and watch as Orihime chatted with the new couple as if nothing in the world were wrong, but he knew that inside she was cursing the couple's existence, itching to use her Shun Shun Rikka against Rukia. She would never act out on this inner turmoil though, because although she hated the couple, she loved her friends.
I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses
Completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me
No second thoughts
You've decided
Decided.
Black and gold eyes gleamed with lust and Hichigo licked his lips in anticipation as a soft knock came at his door. He could practically smell her nervousness and excitement. It made his blood flare in anticipation.
He opened the door and casually leaned again its frame as he smirked down at her blushing form.
"Evenin' Hime."
"Hello," she said quietly, daring a peek at him before turning her eyes down cast again.
He stepped aside to let her through and followed after her, closing and locking the door behind him.
His smirk turned into a mischievous grin as he watched her fidget with her skirt. He surprised her by wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
"Ichigo is going to be upset if and when he finds out about this," Hichigo purred before running his tongue along the shell of her ear.
"I don't care anymore," Orihime replied breathlessly, shivering at the contact. She gave a low moan as his blue tongue ran along her throat.
Hichigo smirked against her skin before turning her around and capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Past the point of no return
No backward glances
Our games of make-believe are at an end.
A lustful growl rippled from his throat and he pushed Orihime against the wall, moving his lips against hers. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he began grinding his hips into hers, earning himself a low, throaty moan as her hands weaved into his white hair.
Past all thought of if or when
No use resisting
Abandon thought and let the dream descend
What raging FIRE shall flood the soul
What rich desire unlocks its door
What sweet seduction lies before us?
As he released her mouth her cries of protest were cut short by a squeak of delight as Hichigo began sucking on the soft skin of her throat, leaving red marks in his wake. He'd bite down on her supple skin and soothe it with gentle flicks from his tongue. His right hand began travel up her thigh while the other ripped open her blouse, awarding him with her lace clad bosom.
"How cute," he thought before brushing his hand against them. He really didn't think the lace was necessary; she was already sexy enough to begin with. It was, however, a welcoming sight.
Hichigo stumbled into his bedroom with Orihime still wrapped around him in an embrace. He tossed her to the bed and straddled her waist.
She was certainly a sight, Orihime. Hichigo's eyes traveled over her body slowly, savoring the display before him. His eyes finally landed on her face and he grinned at her excitedly as he watched her cheeks blush before leaning down to kiss her. He planned on giving her the most pleasurable moment of her life. He was going to make sure that by the time he was done she would want him on a daily basis, and Ichigo would no longer cross her mind.
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
What warm unspoken secrets
Will we learn
Beyond the point of no return?
You have brought me
To that moment when words run dry
To that moment when speech disappears
Into silence
Silence.
Orihime's heart thumped wildly as she began to approach the house of Hichigo Shirosaki, the hollow half of her beloved friend Ichigo Kurosaki. Her heart wrenched in pain at the thought of Ichigo alone with Rukia. She had known Ichigo longer. She had loved him longer. And yet, after all the years she spent with him, after all the hints she gave him about her feelings, he still chose Rukia. She loved her friends, dearly so, but she hated the couple.
I have come here,
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent,
Now I am here with you
No second thoughts
I've decided
Decided.
"This is it," she thought, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door.
The door swung open and Orihime couldn't help but blush as he smirked at her, raking his lustful black and gold eyes over her form.
"Evenin' Hime,"
Orihime's heart began to thump wildly at the sound of his voice. She had always thought that Hichigo's voice was sexy in its own way. Every time he spoke she would always get chills up her spine.
"Hello," she replied softly, peeking up at him before shyly looking away.
He stepped aside to let her though and she heard the faint sound of a click, indicating he was locking the door behind him.
Orihime was nervous. She was nervous and scared. But most of all, she was excited. She knew that the event which was about to unfold would be the ultimate thrill ride. As she felt his arms snake around her waist she jumped slightly at the contact, but soon relaxed against him, taking in the heat that was radiating off of him.
"Ichigo's going to be upset about this if and when he finds out."
Orihime would have frowned at the comment if it weren't for the fact that Hichigo was licking her ear. It was quite distracting.
"I don't care anymore," she managed to breath out.
She moaned softly as his tongue traced over her throat and she felt him smirk against her skin. It must have been contagious, because she couldn't help but smile a little as well.
And then he kissed her.
Past the point of no return
No going back now
Our passion-play has now at last begun.
Orihime's skin tingled in anticipation as Hichigo pushed her against the wall. His lips moved feverishly against her own, and as she wrapped her legs around his waist she was reward with sweet friction. She gave a seductive moan and began to feel his soft hair through her fingers.
Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
How long should we two wait before we're one?
When will the blood begin to race
The sleeping bud burst into bloom
When will the flames at last CONSUME us?
Orihime was about to giving a cry of protest when his lips separated from hers, but it soon evolved into a shrill of pleasure as he began to ravish her necks with teeth and tongue. Goosebumps formed on her thigh as his hand traveled up it. His other ripped open her blouse. She didn't even care that her buttons went flying everywhere. Orihime blushed slightly as Hichigo looked at her lace clad bosom.
"I hope he likes them," she thought to herself, biting her lip in worry.
Apparently he did because his hand brushed against them. She couldn't help but arch her back at the contact.
As Hichigo staggered into his room, Orihime clung to him as if her life depended on. Her back met the mattress and he was on her once more.
Orihime stared up at Hichigo, taking in his form. He was strange looking, with his white skin, blue tongue, and odd yellow and black eyes. Strange, but good looking. Oh so very good looking. She hungrily looked over his body, longing to touch him. Her eyes landed on his darkened lustful ones and her face heated up drastically as he grinned at her, afraid she had been caught in the act of checking him out. And then he kissed her, and she melted once more.
She knew she couldn't have Ichigo's heart, it was already taken. She'd have to settle form his more instinctual side. The side that would give her the burning passion she desired. It wasn't what she wanted, but it wasn't a bad trade either.
The sheets were a tangled mess and Orihime leaned against Hichigo, sighing in content as he absentmindedly stroked her hair. She was covered in love bites and Hichigo sported a few himself. The marks shouted that she was his and he was hers.
"Can we do it at my place next time?" Orihime asked, looking up at him hopefully.
Hichigo chuckled and planted a kiss on her forehead, "Sure."
She smiled up and him before snuggling closer.
They both knew that this was going to be a regular occurrence, and they were both perfectly happy with that.
"Maybe this relationship will be a good thing," they both thought. "A very good thing."
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
The bridge is crossed
So stand and watch it burn
We've passed the point of no return.
Author's Note:
Huzzah for Hichihime! This is probably my top crack pairing. I love it so. :)
Reviews would be most appreciated!
God bless,
~SingingButterflyRose