The Smell of Regrets

The first thing he noticed when he woke up that morning was the light touch of fingers grazing across the side of his face and the feeling of a warm body pressed against his own. He opened his eyes, a blush creeping across his cheeks at the pair of grey orbs staring back at him with a look he hadn't seen from her before.

"You didn't leave me," she whispered, retracting her fingers from his face. "You stayed."

He honestly didn't know what to say.

He watched her as she sat up, pulling the covers up along with her to keep her body fully covered. "I'll make you breakfast," she stated, her gaze turning away from his own. "Can... can... you look... the other way?"

He noticed the pink tint of her cheeks as she tried her best to cover her bare skin.

He almost laughed, but resisted the urge in order to save her from further embarrassment.

He flipped over, thoughts of the previous night running through his head as he tried to figure out some reasonable explanation for why he had lost control. Some way to tell her he was sorry and that he hadn't had those kind of intentions towards her... well maybe in his fantasies... but he never intended to act them out.

He sat up once he was sure she left the room, cringing as the cold hit his upper body. He placed his feet on the floor below him, happy enough that he'd had the sense to sleep with some pants on or else she really would have been freaked out when she woke up that morning.

"Do you like eggs?" he heard from the other room, bringing his attention towards some smell that traveled from the kitchen.

"Yes."

"Ok! They'll be ready in a minute."

He stood up, running his fingers through his hair in frustration as all his thoughts led him to a dead end. He had no excuses to give her, no reasonable reason to explain his course of actions. He couldn't explain to her how by just the way she looked at him and said his name made her so utterly irresistible. He didn't know how to tell her that when she was begging for him like that he didn't have the willpower to say no, because it was every guy's dream to get that kind of attention from a beautiful girl.

Damn testosterone.

He walked into the kitchen, noticing she'd thrown on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to cover herself up.

"But no fucking bra," he mentally noted, trying his best to keep his gaze away from her perky boobs and hard nipples that were tightly pressed against her tiny shirt.

"Oh!... um... uh... y...you..."

He looked towards her, raising an eyebrow at the curious expression on her face. "Yes?"

"Y...you're... not... um... wearing...uh.. uh... a... shirt..." she quickly turned her gaze away, instead trying to focus on putting the correct amount of red bean paste and wasabi to put on each egg to make it perfect.

After last night he wasn't sure how she could still be embarrassed about anything.

Never would he be able to understand a woman's mind.

He watched her as she set a plate in front of him, her eyes avoiding him at all costs as she focused on everything else in the room but him.

"About last night I..."

"I'm sorry!" she blurted out, her loud shout interrupting the speech he had prepared. "I know I forced myself on you and I'm really sorry and I asked you to stay with me but I didn't want you to leave and it was very selfish and I wasn't considerate at all towards what you wanted to do and I'm really sorry because I shouldn't have forced myself on you like that."

She finished her sentence, her eyes staring straight down at the floor below her.

This was the second time within ten minutes he was completely speechless.

"If you want to leave now it's..."

"Stop taking the blame!" he finally countered, his voice rising as he realized she didn't think he was at fault at all. "You were drunk and I took advantage of you!"

"But you kept saying stop and I wouldn't..."

"It doesn't matter! I should have had a lot more self-control than I did in that situation. I should be able to say no to a woman who's had a couple drinks no matter what the situation. I never had those kinds of intentions towards you so I shouldn't have been so easily persuaded like that!"

He didn't know what he had said wrong but she started crying.

He stood up, a little happy she hadn't sat down yet because it's a lot harder to hold a girl when she's sitting. He grabbed onto her shoulders, trying his best to get her to look at him without using force. She wouldn't. She wouldn't turn her head upwards to face him.

"Orihime..."

Saying her name only made her cry harder, her hands trying there best to push his strong hold off her shoulders.

"I know it was my fault you don't have to blame yourself. It's just when you said my name I couldn't resist you anymore. Something so simple shouldn't have affected me so badly but I couldn't stop myself..."

"H... Hisagi. Hisagi."

She looked up at him, the tears in her eyes conveying a message that broke his heart. He couldn't possibly get close to feeling the sadness she was feeling at that moment.

"Hisagi. Don't leave me."

Before he knew it, she was kissing him.

Wait. She was kissing him.

He pulled back, his eyes widening in shock as he looked down at the woman in front of him. "What're you doing?! Don't feel like you have to make up for anything because you didn't do anything wrong!"

She started crying again.

Damn it. He needed to watch his tone.

"I... I... I had... those intentions the... th... the whole time! I didn't even consider you!" Her knees buckled from underneath her as she fell to the ground, her head banging against the counter behind her as she tried to stand back up. "You didn't want to do anything but I wanted to and I just... I just..."

He knelt down, reaching up so that his hand gently cupped her cheek. "Orihime..." he whispered, blushing slightly as he used her first name. He leaned forward so that his lips gently pressed against her cheek. "...I won't leave you. Stop crying, I won't leave you."

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders; her warm tears dripping down onto his bare torso and trailing down; it seemed like pangs of guilt followed throughout his body as he felt her tears against him.

"I understand you wanted me cause you were drunk... but..."

"No," she stated firmly. "It wasn't because I was drunk. I... I... just..."

He looked down at her intently, expecting her to finish her sentence, but when she averted her gaze away from him he could tell that she had no intentions of continuing. "You just...?"

"I just acted on my intentions because I was drunk but it... it was... um... I wasn't... um... only interested because... and... because... and I like... and... I've wanted to tell... tell you... that... I... um... I..."

He placed a kiss on her lips, silencing her mumbles. It was the only logical way he could think of to respond.

He pulled away, tilting her chin up to look up at him. "I won't leave you. I said I'd take responsibility for whatever happened and I'm not going to turn down a beautiful, perfect, kind girl confessing to me."

"I don't want..."

"...it's not sympathy."

Silence filled the room as they looked at each other, his intense gaze faltering as she smiled up at him.

He would find a way. This beautiful human girl who made him feel funny things when she smiled at him so warmly couldn't possibly leave his life now.

"We can start from scratch. Act like none of this ever happened..." he started, surprised as a finger gently pressed against his lips to keep him from talking.

"I don't wanna."

"What?"

"I don't wanna start from scratch."

Third time he was speechless.

"You mean I can kiss you... here?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss the juncture of her neck. He could feel her head nod as she shifted underneath him.

"And I can touch you... here?" he asked again, his hand traveling along her side to grasp one of her breasts in his hand. He leaned backward far enough to see the dark scarlet blush on her face, but couldn't help but smirk as she nodded her head.

He pulled his hand away, letting his hand creep up the bottom of her tight shirt, his eyes never leaving the reaction on her face. "I can touch you... here?" He let his thumb flick across her hard nipple, watching as she gasped and wriggled again, her eyes closing when he grabbed the soft flesh between two fingers and lightly pinched and rubbed them together.

"Stop it," she mumbled, one of her arms reaching out towards him to pull him closer to her. "This isn't fair."

He couldn't but smirk as she tried to suppress the urge to groan; he really enjoyed watching her face like this.

Was this really happening while she was sober? In fact, was this really happening at all? He couldn't help but believe it fake. He couldn't help but wonder how he'd spent such a long time creating an apology and preparing for her to call him a scumbag and worthless bastard.

Not that she was the type to say those sorts of things, but he certainly hadn't expected this. He certainly hadn't expected her to beg him not to leave and confess she'd actually acted out the desires she'd pent up inside.

No, he hadn't expected anything close to what was happening now.

"You can touch me anywhere," she mumbled as she felt his thumb push against her clit through her sweatpants.

"Only if you ask nicely."

She groaned as she felt him rub a circle against her, her body pushing against the cabinetry as she tried to put for pressure against his touches.

"I said only if you ask nicely," he snickered, loving the feeling that coursed through his body at the sight of her beneath him. Loving the feeling of knowing that he wasn't taking advantage of a drunk girl.

"Hisagi...I want..."

"No sex."

"But..."

"You're still sore here, right?" she cringed when he pushed his fingers against her entrance, not realizing the extent of pain she felt there. "But that won't stop me from other things... and since you were going to ask anyways."

He pulled her sweatpants down to her knees, noticing the wetness that had accumulated between her legs. He let his fingers brush against her folds, letting the sticky wet substance coat his fingers before he gently continued his circular motions.

"You really wanted me, huh?"

She wasn't able to respond.

He could feel himself harden as she groaned, her body thrusting towards him as she mumbled his name between breaths. Her flushed cheeks were already gather perspiration as she resisted the desire to moan loudly in pleasure.

"I'll be gentle," he whispered, moving her body so that she was lying on her back. "This might hurt at first." He slipped a finger into her entrance, slowly moving back and forth to make sure she wasn't in pain before continuing his motion faster.

If it hurt, she never showed it.

She pulled his body down close to hers, burying her face in his chest as she tried to quiet the moaning she could no longer control. As he slid in another finger he quickly covered her mouth with his own, pushing his tongue into her mouth to quiet down her loud cries.

He wondered what the neighbors thought about last night.

She bucked against him, her mouth escaping his and letting out a moan that echoed through the apartment.

"H... Hisagi... I'm... I'm going to..."

"Orihime! I have returned! Sorry for staying out late last night I..."

Oh shit.

Before he had the time to react, the busty shinigami had already opened the apartment door around the same time the girl below him reached her climax, resulting in a moan that shook the building mixed with the sound of a dropping bag and glass shattering.

Oh shit.

"Ah... um... Rangiku-san I can explain..."

Explain why he was half-naked on top of Orihime, who was also half-naked, making her illicit noises that couldn't possibly be mistaken for anything else, and pulling out two very wet fingers from a spot Rangiku couldn't mistake for something else.

He looked down briefly at the girl below him, giving her a quick kiss before dashing away just in time to dodge Rangiku's attack.

"At least let me explain!"

"YOU DIDN'T GO HOME LAST NIGHT YOU PERVERT! YOU DEFILED MY PRECIOUS INOUE-CHAN AND MADE HER SCREAM OUT HISAGI!"

It seemed like there relationship would be off to a bumpy start, but he couldn't help but slightly smile as his auburn hair girl giggled at the situation.

No matter what, he'd make sure he never had to leave her.

Ever.

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So... that was corny

like super corny

and they were kind of OOC

but I can imagine Orihime blaming herself for the night before...

because I just can :P

well I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review, I'd love to know what you thought :)