Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, I'm Shinigami Kuro, blah-blah-blah. You've seen it twice. P
And probably will see it twice on this document, because for some reason, it shows like… The first line twice. I have no idea why.
I would like to thank Sakura, Raistlin (if you've read it by the time I put this chapter up, haha), and xNocturnalxShadowx (my apologies if I misplaced any x's).
Anyway, this is going to be the last chapter… Unless I get flooded with reviews telling me to continue it.
Smut IS going to be in this chapter, contrary to what I said in the last… I just need to man up and go for it.
Enjoy. :D
A Gift of Strawberry
Repercussions
"Kurosaki-kun." Orihime spoke timidly, grasping tightly the sleeves of his shirt. The tears came, now, as her hushed sobs rang out in the silence of her own living room.
"Inoue…" Ichigo's voice took on a sympathetic tone, softening slightly as he tilted his head in staring at her. Due to the fact that she allowed herself to sit in his lap, he felt he was obliged to return a favor for her.
He drew a slender finger along her cheek, rubbing the water from her eyes into her cheeks; he did this for a good while, smiling, as he enjoyed the feel of her face.
"I'm so childish! Just because things aren't going as I intend them to, I have to cry."
"Inoue…" Ichigo repeated in the same manner, feeling helpless as he stared at her; she leaned into him, as before, sniffling.
"I-I… Miss him so much. At night, before I go to bed, I tuck myself in… I imagine it's my brother tucking me in. And he kisses me on the fo-."
Now it was time for Orihime to be shocked; she felt a warm sensation in her chest, as well as in her mouth, as Ichigo exhaled deeply into her.
His lips, inexperienced, settled for a gentle peck on her lips. He kept his own eyes open to stare at Orihime's face; he smiled. Keigo was right – surprisingly – about how ridiculous girls looked when you kissed them.
Orihime was still teetering between utter shock and euphoria as she considered this situation; Ichigo was kissing her! She found her body heavy, unable to move, even as his lips departed.
He grumbled, digging deep into his pants-pocket to remove a ringing device, flipping it open.
"Oi!"
"Ichigo-san! I've completed this… Assignment you've sent me on. Your body is completely intact!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes. Of all the people to call, it had to be a Mod Soul.
"Listen, Cloud, if you're done with the detention, just head over to Mr. Hat and Clogs' place."
"Oh, yes, of course. Give Orihime my regards!"
"Wait, how did-."
Click.
Ichigo returned the cell phone to his pocket, sighing as he stared up at Orihime. Was everyone in on this but he and Orihime!?
"Well, Cloud says hello."
Orihime was still rather flushed as she stared at him.
A few moments of silence passed before Orihime spoke, just above a whisper.
"I should let you go. It's late."
"You're kicking me out?"
"Not at all, Ichigo!"
Ichigo found his gaze allured to her lips; he noticed that, at this very moment, her tongue occasionally slipped out to touch the gloss upon her lips. Its flavor matched her fragrance. That wasn't so surprising, as Orihime was rather inclined with coordinating those sorts of things. But what flavor and fragrance was she sporting?
Due to the fact that he was a male, he found it hard to pinpoint.
Ichigo drew Orihime closer, allowing him to become engulfed once more in her fragrance. He felt ridiculous, burying his face into her neck in an attempt to define the aroma. The fact that he could feel her undergarments against his school-uniform pants wasn't exactly unpleasant, nor did it border anywhere close to discomforting.
Slowly, as he gazed into the healer's large eyes, he slid two hands beneath her robe, leaning up so that his lips could touch hers. Once more, Orihime found her body rather numb; she, too, was inexperienced, thus she was surprised at all of the things Ichigo was currently doing.
First off, the way he kissed her bottom lip after nibbling it was enough to make her melt in his arms. In a subtle way, it showed his inability to hurt her, even if for a moment, in their most intimate of times.
Orihime at last braved a kiss, her hands resting on his shoulders. She shivered as she felt his hands trekking up her smooth thighs, freshly-shaven for the party, as her lips pressed a bit more firmly into his.
Ichigo allowed their lips to smack, wanting to hear their intimacy; it was erotic, in a way, that he had two ways of knowing that he was actually being allowed to do this with Orihime; the fact that he was doing it and the fact that he was hearing it being done.
After a few gentle licks to Orihime's lips, Ichigo heard her coo gently; he had always imagined what she would sound like, but her voice had a deeper aspect than he had imagined. Not that he minded, of course.
Ichigo began to lay Orihime's thin body against her own couch, staring down at her. He untied her robe, gulping, as he stared into her eyes. He truly did enjoy the innocence of her face, but right now it almost made him ashamed. He felt that he should stop.
"Stop me, Orihime. Please."
"I want it, Ichigo."
She blushed, but he nodded, untying her robe to reveal a matching pair of black panties and a bra. Ichigo scanned her skivvies, noticing that she wore a typical under apparel. Some girls enjoyed thongs, push-up bras, that sort of thing, but not Orihime.
Her undergarments completely covered the body parts they were meant to. Feeling Ichigo's eyes on her nearly-bare body was enough to make her begin writhing.
Ichigo admired the beauty of Orihime's form; her skin was well-pigmented, as he now ran a few fingers up her torso. He didn't want her to think his only draw to her were the large boulders which happened to substitute as her chest. He thought back to how Tatsuki had treated him, and briefly smiled as he began to chant.
"Hime…"
Orihime giggled, wriggling a bit when his fingers ran up her torso.
"It tickles, Kurosaki."
Ichigo simply nodded, though began to slowly run his fingers down her form. He slid his fingers along her navel in his trek before he began to lightly caress her left thigh with his hand, the other laying idly against her face as he stared up at her.
She cooed once more, in that deep voice which he was becoming accustomed to, and Ichigo ran his fingertips subtly up her thigh, to the exterior of her underwear, to which she replied with an abrupt gasp.
She need say no more; Ichigo gradually began to pull down her underwear, no doubt tangling them as he pried them from her hips. In this area, not surprisingly, he was rather inept.
He began slowly, his finger merely tracing the lips of her entrance. After he was assured by her moans of appreciation, Ichigo slid said finger within his classmate. Never had he seen a person's mouth become so wide in his life; yet, her groans were so silent.
He was fascinated with her face as he pressed his finger further within her tender walls. It made him feel as if he had a power over her that no one else had. Orihime's hand latched out at his arm, to which he replied by lying at her side, fitting snugly between her and the couch wall, so that he could kiss her lips.
"Shh."
Ichigo could not think of any words to comfort her other than that, thus, he began to kiss her lips a bit more deeply than he had before. What was that taste? It was driving him mad.
Suddenly, he felt liquid warmth within his left palm. Orihime's body stopped its pleasured spasms at about the same time, thus Ichigo removed his finger, a few of Orihime's juices spilling upon her creamy thighs, as well as the couch.
Ichigo stared at the deeply-breathing Orihime, wide-eyed, as he moved his hand away from Orihime to stare into his lubricated fingers. He looked from them to Orihime, unsure of what he should do.
At long last, Ichigo inserted the fingers into his mouth, suckling them dry of Orihime's remnants. After he drew the last of Orihime's succulent prize, he removed his fingers, wiping the saliva off, gracefully, upon the leg of his jeans.
They lay in silence for a while, Orihime having slid on her panties once more, as Ichigo simply stroked the female's torso.
"Orihime, I've gotta' ask," Ichigo began, causing the healer to tilt her head curiously, "you smell great."
"Oh, you like my perfume? Tatsuki-chan got it for me, with my lip gloss."
Orihime smiled.
"I love strawberries, don't you?"
End: Okay, this is the last chapter. I figured I'd end it off with a bang, eh? People were asking for smut, so I decided to give into the public.
You better like it, people! :P
Read and review, please.