Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
It cannot be explained – the treachery, the hurt, the lying.
It is a wrong that cannot be atoned or righted.
Understand the pain will never go away…
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Ichigo awakened early the next morning, experiencing a bout of grogginess. He immediately cocked his head to the left, taking a gander at the alarm clock sitting atop the nightstand. Displayed on the clock was the time of five a.m., which understandably prompted a boisterous groan to emanate from his throat.
"Fuck…!"
The twenty-eight year-old man genuinely despised getting up early despite having been accustomed to doing so. He felt the disproportionate hours his occupation demanded were unquestionably daunting. Hell, he'd go as far as to say it was one prerequisite that should be considered callous.
At one point he deliberated within himself whether he should pursue another career path. However, when he voiced his dilemma to his wife, she intervened, encouraging him to actively seek his dream.
Of course, he purposely neglected to mention that shehappened to be the reason why he considered a career alteration. He had to, due to the fact his spouse would indubitably blame herself, and he couldn't deal with that.
Furthermore, given the stress and hours that would encompass the majority of a lawyer's emotional and mental strength, Ichigo acknowledged that he and Orihime's relationship would inevitably encounter a multitude of challenges along the way – sex was clearly at the forefront of "said" challenges list.
Suddenly, the man felt the covers dimly stir beside him, breaking his thought process. Still lying on his back, he turned and peeked at his beautiful significant other, who was still slumbering peacefully through the night. At this, a small smile came to his lips – it was one of the few precious sights he'd been allowed to constantly witness over the last couple of years, so he made absolutely sure to cherish every second of it.
It wouldn't last long though as he quickly reminded himself that time was of the essence.
Without further ado, Ichigo leaned forward, grabbing a stray strand of Orihime's long auburn hair. He gently stroked the lone lock between his index and middle finger for a few moments, feeling her calm breaths tickling the tip of his nose. His heart descended farther into the dark abyss, which was his conscience currently, the longer he stared at the alluring figure of light. So without further ado he gave her forehead a light kiss, whispering, "I'll be home late tonight."
Guilt well documented in his psyche, the young lawyer sat up, cursing his circumstance. Then he lifted the blanket covering him, revealing that his sole piece of clothing was a pair of green boxers that were mid-thigh high. His chest stood out, surprisingly muscular for how skinny he was.
His feet touched the carpet and he stretched his tired bones right after standing up for the first time today. He abruptly yawned, walking a few steps over to the couple's walk-in closet to retrieve his wardrobe for the final day of the work week: a brown suit – complete with a white shirt, brown tie, brown shoes, and a dark pair of Armani shades.
He figured he might as well look as sharp as could be since attorneys earned big bucks and all. Add to that the fact Ichigo had never been characterized as someone who shied away from basking in the glory of his success…
It was a perfect fit.
His clothes already pressed, Ichigo carried them to the bathroom with him and closed the door. Once inside, he hastily showered, brushed his teeth, lathered himself with lotion and dressed himself in under twenty minutes. He gave himself a once over and made certain to apply a few sprays of Lacoste cologne – his favorite – just as he exited.
He duly noted that he'd have to make it up to his wife for ironing the week's wardrobe every Sunday. Without her, it'd take him more time to get himself prepared for a hard day's work, that's for sure.
He made sure to lock the house up tight before leaving, because he knew his spouse, at times, could sleep through anything. The last thing he needed was for some wannabe burglar having easy access to their home or her.
Not on his watch.
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Walking into the office located on the sixteenth floor of the tallest skyscraper in Karakura Town, the young lawyer speedily saluted the receptionist and continued his march toward the meeting room. He had a feeling that his co-workers couldn't wait to give him beef if he waltzed in that door a second late.
When he got there he was surprised to observe his superior standing tall in front of the group. He offered him a tiny nod and scuttled by his associates, who had already been seated. He was the target of their grins and snickers, but he didn't let it faze him, as most of them were on his shit-list.
He plopped down on the vacant seat on the far left side of the small room, waiting for Juushiro Ukitake to commence the meeting.
The older gentleman next to him, whose short black hair already appeared to be in the process of receding, instantly murmured, while doing an awful job of trying to conceal a chuckle, "Rough morning?"
Rather than provide an answer, Ichigo simply ignored the man. He wouldn't allow the guy to bait him into a silly verbal confrontation.
Thankfully the sole sound he heard was a small gruff from the man's mouth. The young attorney presumed that to be a sign of defeat and mentally pat himself on the back for not falling victim to the apparent provocation.
A minute later, Ukitake began the meeting.
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It was around lunchtime when the gathering finally concluded, leaving Ichigo depleted of energy. Why the hell must he waste his time every week on frivolous updates regarding his cases?
Basically the entire notion was stupid – end of story.
The man emitted a large yawn as a result of the fatigue he had been forced to endure throughout the day. Just then, the elevator doors opened. The young man didn't hesitate to exit. Above, the sign clearly showcased that he'd gotten off on floor number twelve, where his office was located.
He wasn't too shocked to discover that Rangiku wasn't at her desk, because she obviously had one of two pressing matters: One, she had to go to the local tavern to consume a "beverage". Or two, she needed to bug Toshiro Hitsugaya, an associate of his that wasn't too much older than himself.
At the thought he shook his head, praying Ms. Matsumoto was all right, wherever she was.
Once he arrived at his workspace he was stunned to find the door to his office partially opened. It was previously confirmed that Rangiku was absent…
So who could have possibly been inside?
Not one to wait around for answers; he pushed the door ajar with more force than had been necessary, causing a tiny thud to ring in his ears.
His face contorted into one of annoyance, the young lawyer grew more peeved upon seeing that his office seemed undisturbed.
Not a single sheet of paper or pencil or book out of place.
He sighed.
"Someone had to have been in here. I know I'm not fucking senile. Not yet."
Out of nowhere, his chair, which he didn't detect had been facing the opposite direction, shifted around, slightly startling him. What astounded him more, though, was the identity of the person.
"O-Orihime…? W-What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be working right now?"
Sidestepping his question, she hummed, eyeing her husband. She wondered why her significant other seemed so agitated at the moment. When Ichigo was slamming doors without care something had to be horribly out of whack.
"Did you hear me? I said 'what-are-you-doing-here?'" He enunciated each word, trying to be serious, though he quickly sensed his demeanor was vastly altering, thanks to Orihime's radiance.
"You know… I've always wanted to see your office," she shyly commented, puckering her lips innocently.
He opted to play along. "Well, does it meet your expectations, Misses Kurosaki?"
She tapped her thumb to her chin. "Hmm… let me think about it..."
A thorough glimpse around the room and the woman had to express that she was awed. "It's so big…"
Waving his hand dismissively, the young attorney said, "Bah… it's not that big."
"Yes it is," argued the twenty-seven year-old woman. "It's almost bigger than my entire bakery."
The young attorney faced away from the baker, supplying a nonchalant shrug. "Whatever you say, Orihime," he commented sarcastically.
Her skin became redder as she raised her typically gentle pitch. "It is…!"
"You're truly serious about this, aren't you?"
"No. Not really."
Unable to respond, Ichigo simply shot Orihime a quizzical look, making her laugh. He swore his spouse possessed a knack for finding the uncanny things funny. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, for he characterized her buoyant nature as 'quite endearing'.
"However…," the beautiful woman started off, ensuring she captured his attention, "…I am serious when it comes to your happiness, Ichigo."
"What do you me -?"
He was disrupted mid-speech.
"It's okay, honey. I can see a bad day written all over your face."
"I'm fine, babe."
"No, you're not. …Ichigo, you're not okay," she said flatly.
Allowing his pent-up rage to come forth, the husband shouted, "Yes I am~! Why can't you just believe me?" His blood boiled and his heart raced as he paced around the room.
But before he even had time to calm himself down and apologize, Orihime had already come forward and embraced him. He looked down at her, staggered, as he experienced himself being shrouded by the heavenly feel of her exquisite hands against his chest.
The seemingly guiltless gesture rendered him literally speechless. "… Orihime," he attempted to say in one shaky breath.
He was quickly silenced amid a kiss from his wife.
Her gray eyes were half-lidded as she puckered him gently, shallowly gasping. The scent of his colognes always had that subtle effect on her.
Initially, the husband didn't reciprocate the young woman's actions. He merely gazed into her eyes, allowing her to do as she pleased. It wouldn't last, because at the precise moment she slipped her dexterous organ into his mouth, he snapped, amidst a loud groan erupting from his throat. Palming her cheeks in his caring hands, he thrust his tongue deep inside his wife's mouth. The noises she made were divine, feeding his hunger.
His hands dipped to her breasts, running across her now rigid nipples, creating a jolt of gratification for his spouse. She might as well not have been clothed at all, for it already felt like nothing was there.
It was all real.
The vibration he received from Orihime's appreciative moan added more fuel to the fire as he coaxed her into dancing with their tongues. His leading, the tip of their tongues moved quickly, battling against each other until one of them triumphed. It ultimately culminated with a draw, with their mouths closing to seal the deal.
Then, the young woman severed their embrace, giving him a sultry look in the midst of licking her lips. She moaned as adrenaline pumped through her body – her nether region gushing with molten heat. Panting, she knelt down before him, making quick work of his brown slacks.
Ichigo was too dazed to utter a word. His eyes saw her, but he couldn't believe his wife was being this… bold – in public, no less.
Her mind clouded in absolute lust, admiration, and excitement, Orihime took him in her small mouth, smiling as he emitted a heavy grunt. Her hands gripping his bottom, she bobbed her head ferociously, absolutely relishing the groans of pleasure Ichigo released from his mouth.
Unable to locate anything else to grab, the lawyer placed his hands on top of his wife's head, running his fingers through her auburn locks. He cocked his head back, focused on the ceiling as euphoria claimed every cell in his being.
The young woman opted to focus on the mushroom head of his member after a few minutes. She swirled her flexible tongue around the tip as fast as she possibly could, earning more cries of satisfaction from her lover.
Her significant other bucked in her mouth, praising her and thanking her for what she's done. Taking his gratitude in stride, she sucked the head, making his legs tremble. She didn't cease in spite of her husband's copious warnings, yearning to finish what she started.
Against his wishes, the pleasure eventually overwhelmed the attorney. His vision turned white – and with a harsh scream, he unleashed himself inside her cavern, jerking as numerous ropes of his thick, gray seed loaded her mouth. He loved being orally pleased, but he hated himself for enjoying it so much that he came in her mouth.
Orihime was an angel to him. It made him feel sordid, like he had sullied what little perfection had still existed in the world when she sucked him. Of course, she vehemently insisted that it made her happy to gratify him in every way, shape or form. Still, one had to wonder if she weren't just 'taking one for the team'.
Once she verified the final spurts of his release were drained from him, the wife removed her mouth, checking to see if there was any remaining seed she needed to swallow. A quick inspection revealed a few traces, so she lovingly captured him once more, making him moan with her hot and soft tongue.
Orihime stood up moments after cleaning him up, watching her husband put on his pants. She didn't know what possessed her to be so risqué, but she had to admit, it was something she didn't regret.
Beaming at him, she asked, "Do you feel better now, honey?"
"That was… incredible. But, I feel –"
"Don't. I wanted to make you happy, so I did," she stated. "You constantly go out of your way to put a smile on my face … and this … is just a small token of my appreciation."
"But Orihime…"
"No 'buts', young man," she pointed at him with a playful frown on her face.
Ichigo sighed in defeat, "Fine… you win, again."
Suddenly, she remembered something. "Do you know what time it is?"
Checking his watch, he said, "It's forty-five after twelve. Why do you ask?"
"Oh no…"
"What do you mean 'oh no…'?"
"I asked Rangiku to cover at the bakery for me while I came to visit you and…," she was interrupted by a now clued-in Ichigo.
"So, I take it you planned this entire thing then?"
Her blush and lack of reply definitively answered his question.
"Why, Orihime Inoue-Kurosaki… … I didn't recognize that you could be sneaky."
Widening her eyes in light of his calm attitude, she whispered, "You're not … mad at me?"
"Of course not," he chuckled. "But… I believe you'd better be prepared to pay the piper for this little prank of yours."
Relieved, she chirped, "I'd pay anything to ensure your days are always brighter."
The days ahead appear sunny, but there's always a chance of rain.
To Be Continued…
A/N The next chapter will appear soon.