So here is chapter 2!

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well my contacts are really dry right now, but I am still trying to catch all of the typos, so please understand if I miss a few. lol

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-Zer0

The plane ride was far too long.

Ichigo twitched in his seat then squeezed his eyes shut. He did everything in his power to forget that he had been trapped on that plane for nearly twelve hours imagining the worst. Ichigo would never admit it to anyone but he was terrified of air travel. So many things could go wrong… Ichigo's eyes snapped open. His breath had become ragged and his palms were damp with perspiration. He shook his head as if to banish his morbid thoughts and glanced over at his girlfriend.

Orihime had a small pair of ear buds shaped like strawberries dangling around her neck and a book on autism research in her hands. She was too busy reading to notice that he was staring at her. Orihime chewed contemplatively on her lower lip as her eyes scanned the page. Ichigo continued to stare at her in amazement. Orihime was completely nonplussed. She did not show the least bit of anxiety or restlessness. Ichigo found that fact to be particularly troubling. His girlfriend was a worrier by nature and if she was calm that meant that something was about to happen.

No! Stop being an idiot! Ichigo scolded himself mentally. Everything is going to be fine. He told himself. Ichigo reached over and took a strand of Orihime's hair between his thumb and index finger. She smiled as he twirled her hair around his finger, but did not look up from what she was reading.

"Is that book any good?" Ichigo asked after a long while. Orihime looked up. Her eyes were tired but excited nonetheless.

"Oh very much so. I have a lot to learn," she turned back to the book for a second then looked up at Ichigo.

"I think I have my physiological science textbook with me, do you want to read it? I don't know if it will help, but it sounds like something a doctor might read."

"Yeah, sounds good."

Orihime looked around as if she were on some covert mission then pulled her carryon bag from under the seat in front of her. She dug around until she pulled out the massive textbook.

"You're so smart. I bet you can read the whole thing before we land."

"Thanks babe, but I doubt that." Ichigo took the book and leaned forward to give her a kiss. Orihime threaded her thin fingers through his spiky orange hair and kissed him back, sighing against his lips. Ichigo grabbed her by the back of the neck deepening the kiss.

He hated flying, but having Orihime beside him made the trip at least bearable. Ichigo pulled his head back slightly breaking the kiss. Orihime's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him.

"Don't be so nervous," she whispered. "We'll be in Florida soon."

Ichigo nodded and stroked her cheek with his fingertips.

"Soon, but not soon enough. I won't lie to you babe. I'm nervous as all hell right now," Ichigo murmured. He leaned closer to her and kissed her lips again, this time fully exploring her mouth with his tongue. His fear had turned to lust in a split second, surprising even him.

"I want you so much right now," he whispered.

Orihime looked pleasantly stunned. That was the last thing that she had expected him to say.

"Well we have been on this plane for almost twelve hours. I think everyone might be asleep already," Orihime giggled.

"I wasn't suggesting that we..uhh..right now," Ichigo stammered.

"Oh well if you don't want to…" Orihime voice trailed off. "Well I needed to use the ladies room anyway." Orihime unsnapped her seatbelt and practically climbed over Ichigo to get out of their row of seats.

Ichigo watched Orihime walk to the back of the plane. She was wearing a sundress that fell just above her knees and her long auburn hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Ichigo tried to ignore the stirring in his pants, but he turned and saw that Rangiku was asleep, her head leaning on the window. Everyone on the plane really was sleeping.

"Screw it," Ichigo undid his seatbelt, jumped up and ran to the back of the plane.

Orihime was washing her hands in the narrow lavatory. She felt a little embarrassed for suggesting that they hook up on the plane.

"What was I thinking?" she murmured to herself. Orihime and Ichigo had never slept together. Orihime assumed that he did not want to. He never even tried. He probably thought that she was the plague, after sleeping with Sky. Or maybe he did not want to truly commit to her. He could be looking to make a clean break at any point, Orihime thought.

No, Ichigo was not like that. He had been so honest with her. Orihime jumped when she heard a light knock on the door,

"In a minute," Orihime called out.

"Open the door babe," she heard Ichigo say. Orihime opened the door and got a split second to look at him before he entered the cramped space and locked the door behind him.

"Ichigo! What are you doing?" Orihime asked in surprise. He grinned at her then grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward him. Ichigo laid a long passion filled kiss on her lips as his hands slid from her waist to her thighs then back up again, dragging the soft billowy fabric of her skirt up.

Orihime instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, feeling his firm musculature against her soft feminine body.

Ichigo broke away from the kiss long enough to wrap Orihime's legs around his waist and set her down at the edge of the sink.

Orihime gasped when Ichigo grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged on it lightly forcing her to incline her head upwards, exposing the smooth flesh of her throat. Ichigo licked her lower lip before pressing another urgent kiss on her lips. Ichigo groaned as his free hand gripped her thigh roughly and tugged a bit harder on the fistful of hair that he was holding onto.

"I thought you didn't want to…" Orihime began, but she lost her train of thought as he kissed her throat. A rush of heat passed through her body and pooled between her legs. Ichigo still wanted her.

Orihime had no idea why she still felt insecure about their relationship, but occasionally she wondered if he still loved her. But as his fingers crept up her inner thigh, she knew that he wanted her in a way that he did not want anyone else.

Ichigo unthreaded his finger from her hair and grabbed the back of her neck. He stopped to look in her eyes for a brief moment, with a smile on his handsome face.

"You are so beautiful. Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Ichigo murmured. Orihime smiled and felt a light blush color her cheeks as the hand that was on her thigh had moved to between her legs. He caressed her womanhood through the fabric of her panties. His fingers moved slowly, skillfully over her most intimate spot as he gazed into her eyes.

Orihime wanted to look away feeling a small measure of embarrassment. Orihime and Ichigo had thoroughly explored each other's bodies on numerous occasions, but she still felt a little shy around him.

Ichigo sensed her hesitation and chuckled lightly.

"Don't be embarrassed. I love the look on your face when I am touching you. You have no idea what it does for me." Ichigo said quietly. He kissed her again, this time softly as if he were afraid that she would shatter into a million pieces if he were not careful. Orihime's fingers grazed the side of his face as she bit down softly on Ichigo's lower lip. He smiled and pulled her panties to one side.

He stroked his fingers across her wetness, becoming further aroused by the warmth of her most intimate spot. His fingers grazed her clitoris and Orihime arched her back and let a soft moan escape her lips.

Ichigo inserted one finger inside her then forced his tongue into her mouth to squelch the moan that erupted from somewhere deep with him small frame. He slid his finger in and out slowly as he caressed her swollen little nub. His lips slid away from hers and a passion filled cry sounded in the small space.

"I need you to be quiet babe," he whispered in her ear. Orihime nodded and bit down on her lower lip, looking him in the eye.

The look in her eyes was sometimes enough for him to get off. He loved seeing her so full of desire. Orihime gazed at him through heavy lidded eyes as she tried hard to keep everyone on the plane from hearing her cries of pleasure.

Ichigo leaned forward and slid one strap of her tank top and bra off her shoulder with his teeth. He kissed her shoulder lovingly then moved lower flicking his tongue across her nipple.

Ichigo felt her warmth tighten around his finger. He inserted another finger inside of her and grinned when she grabbed his hair and pulled.

"Ichigo I'm going to…" Orihime whispered.

"Let it happen." Ichigo dragged his tongue across her nipple then moved to the other breast. He drew her nipple into his mouth, gently grating his teeth across her smooth skin.

He felt her orgasm coming and looked up at her face, she was flushed and her eyes were closed.

Ichigo kissed her again and quickened his pace with his fingers as her orgasm came.

His fingers were slick with her arousal and the smell made the air so deliciously sweet. Orihime took a deep breath and looked at her boyfriend with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

"Do you think anyone heard us?" she asked.

"It's too late to worry about that now," he replied.

"I guess." Orihime looked down, refusing to meet his gaze.

"What's wrong?" Ichigo asked. He tucked one finger under her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. "Let me guess, you are too embarrassed to leave the bathroom now because you think that someone heard us?"

"No I'm fine," Orihime lied. In truth, she was coming down off the high that was her orgasm. She had forgotten that they were in a cramped bathroom on a plane heading to Florida. Even after being with Ichigo for so long it still amazed her that she could completely lose track of time or forget she was when she was with him.

Orihime looked down again and noticed that Ichigo's erection was straining against his jeans.

"I should take care of that for you," Orihime said.

"Don't worry about me." Ichigo waved his hand dismissively.

"But that's not fair," Orihime insisted.

"Well I'm not going to put up a fight," Ichigo replied. Orihime jumped off the edge of the sink and unbuttoned his pants. She sank to her knees as she took his manhood out. She smiled up at him before swirling her tongue around the tip.

Ichigo fell against the sink and stared down at her as she took all of him into her mouth. Her full lips felt so good sliding up and down the length of his erection. He allowed a short moan to escape him and immediately felt her teeth grate across his shaft. Ichigo took the hint and quieted down immediately.

As his orgasm came, Ichigo felt Orihime take her lips off his erection. He glanced down. Orihime was moving her hand up and down his shaft while swirling her tongue around the head. She met his gaze, her gray eyes so alluring that Ichigo could not hold back any longer. He watched as he spilled his seed into her open mouth.

Orihime stood and pressed a rough kiss against his lips. He tasted his own salty bitter taste on her tongue but kissed her deeply anyway. Orihime turned around and looked at him in the mirror.

"Your hair is messier than usual," she giggled. Ichigo fixed his pants then raked his fingers through his hair. Orihime patted her hair into place then reached for the door.

"You go first, I'll be out in a few minutes," he said. Orihime gave him a quick peck on the lips nodded and left the bathroom.

Ichigo hung out for a few minutes before exiting the bathroom and going back to his seat. He strapped his seatbelt on and turned to see Renji smiling at him.

"What?" Ichigo asked.

"Oh nothing, just wondering how it feels to be part of the mile high club?"

Ichigo's face turned a deep shade of scarlet.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ichigo stammered.

"Right. Your seats have been empty for twenty minutes."

"At least he's not a one minute man," Rangiku said as she opened her eyes and stretched.

"It's not like that, we didn't…" Orihime started.

"Spare us the details," Uryuu called out from his seat behind Ichigo.

"You guys suck," Ichigo mumbled. Orihime laughed lightly and rested her head on his shoulder.

The Red Roof Inn near the Melbourne Florida airport was crowded with students. It was too late for them to go on campus, so just like a number of other students they were stuck in the Red Roof Inn for the night.

Ichigo threw himself down on the queen-sized bed that he shared with Orihime. He was too tired to do anything else.

The door opened a few minutes later and Orihime came in carrying a few shopping bags.

"You would not believe it! I just went to a drug store that is open twenty four hours! I got water, a map and some other stuff,"

"That's nice," Ichigo murmured, half asleep.

"Honey do you think you can do me a favor?" Orihime asked sweetly.

"Anything." Ichigo sat up and looked at her through bleary eyes.

"Well Chizuru has a few bottles of something called absinthe. I got the sugar cubes, but I forgot to get ice. I don't know why I need it, but Renji said you need it to drink this stuff. We want to celebrate in Renji's room for a little while. Do you think you can go to the ice maker and get some ice while I change?"

"No problem." Ichigo grabbed the little white bucket off the dresser and a room key before leaving. He made it down the hall and finished filling the ice bucket. He turned around and bumped right into Rukia holding an ice bucket.

"So you got the ice and Orihime got the sugar," Rukia stated

"Yeah, umm you can take it to your room if you want to." He handed her the small bucket and walked away. Ichigo had not been alone with Rukia in a long time. Once he and Orihime got together, he had no idea what to say to the raven-haired shinigami. She had taken his virginity and now she felt as if he rejected her. Ichigo shook his head.

He never meant to hurt her, but he had hurt everyone around him when he refused to make a decisive choice.

Ichigo went back to his hotel room to see that Orihime had changed into a pair of comfy shorts and one of his graphic tees. Her hair clips held back the few errant strands of hair that were not gathered up in the loosed bun at the nape of her neck.

"Where is the ice?" she asked as he entered the room.

"I passed it off to Rukia," Ichigo replied. A pregnant silence fell over the room. Orihime did not have and ill will towards Orihime, but she still did not like the idea of her being around Ichigo alone. Orihime shrugged and walked toward the door.

"Okay so I have the sugar cubes, let's go."

They left the room together and walked down the hallway. They stopped at Renji and Rukia's room and knocked on the door. Renji threw the door open. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else. His hair was loose, spilling over his toned shoulders.

"A party aint a party without Kurosaki!" Renji shouted as he grabbed Ichigo by the arm and dragged him into the hotel room.

"Ignore him. Abarai thought he could out drink me. Ha!" Rangiku said.

"I don't think I've ever seen Renji drunk," Orihime commented.

"Where have you been? Don't you remember the graduation party? Prom? Or last weekend for that matter?" Rukia said with a laugh.

"I guess I never noticed." Orihime smiled up at Ichigo. "I always seemed to be focused on other things."

Rukia forced a big smile. She and Orihime had the frenemy thing down to a science. Neither one trusted the other anymore, but they still hung out, went shopping and studied together.

"So what are we doing with the sugar cubes?" Orihime asked holding up the small box.

"I read about absinthe in one of my humanities books. It was the drink of choices for many writers," Uryuu said, setting his needlework down on the table beside him.

"Well what is it?" Orihime asked.

"Absinthe is an alcoholic beverage that can cause hallucinations," Rangiku stated, cutting Uryuu off.

"I don't know about that…." Orihime said warily.

"Don't worry I will not make yours strong. Trust me," Uryuu said.

"Okay just one," Orihime agreed.

"My fingers are like noodles," Orihime giggled. She was lying on the floor in the hallway beside Tatsuki. The two young women were laughing and poking each other with "noodle fingers".

"How much did they drink?" Ichigo asked Uryuu.

"Well I followed the directions for ours, but I made theirs half the strength of normal and put a lot of sugar. I know Orihime is a light weight and Tatsuki has practice in the morning." Uryuu replied.

"I think it was the Hemingway's," Renji said. He was slugging a bottle of champagne and staggering around the room.

"What the hell is a Hemingway?"

"Well absinthe was a favorite of many writers. Poe, Hemingway, even painters were known to partake of the green fairy." Uryuu started.

"The short explanation!" Ichigo yelled.

"Oh well it was Hemingway's favorite drink, a glass of champagne with a shot of absinthe straight."

Ichigo shook his head and strode over to Orihime.

"How much did you drink?" he asked in the most even tone possible.

"Well let's see." Orihime began ticking the amount of drinks she had off on her fingers. "Suki can I borrow your fingers. I don't have enough." Orihime burst out laughing.

"Hime let me take you to bed," he suggested.

"No, I'm okay, just star gazing. It's amazing they are so bright."

Ichigo shook his head and walked back into the room. At least Orihime was with Tatsuki. No matter how drunk Tatsuki was, she could fight better than most guys. She had kicked Ichigo's ass a few times when they were kids.

"Kurosaki, you need to loosen up, have a drink," Renji said.

"I'm fine." Ichigo looked around the room. Rangiku and Rukia were playing video games, but with their slow reaction time on account of the alcohol, they were not getting to far. Uryuu was sitting in a chair sipping a glass of absinthe, Chizuru had passed out on the floor, and Chad was drinking a beer that had a healthy dose of tequila in it. It smelled like turpentine, but the big brown-skinned young man seemed to be enjoying it.

Ichigo grabbed a bottle of water and drank the whole thing in a few big gulps. The bright green liquor had given him a slight headache. He hoped that the water would cure it. Ichigo glanced out the doorway at his girlfriend. She may have been wasted but he was happy to see her hanging out with Tatsuki, like they used to. The thought brought a smile to his face.

"Hey Renji! I can take one more drink," Ichigo said.

"That's what I'm talking about," Renji said as he grabbed a beer and tossed it at the orange hair shinigami.

"Don't mind him. He has done nothing but watch American TV shows since getting his acceptance letter," Rukia called out. Ichigo laughed and cracked the beer open. He took a sip and decided that he could hang out a little longer, if it made Orihime happy, he was happy.

Destra lit candles all around her bedroom. Tall pillars holding red and black candles lit the dark cavernous space making it seem more dank and foreboding than usual. Domino sat in silence on the floor staring up at the dragon shaped sconces holding even more black candles. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat noiselessly. He had been watching Destra for hours. This particular ritual took time and it required a witness. Destra had gone out of her way to break every rule imaginable, but when it came to her spell work, she was diligent, if not fanatical. Everything had to be perfect. Domino sighed heavily. He had anticipated bearing witness to this atrocity all night, that's usually how long it took.

Destra stared into a bowl of water. She studied her reflection for hours, committing the shape of her face, eyes and lips to memory. That was a key element of this spell, memorizing your face and body was crucial. If even one detail of one's former self was forgotten, then it was impossible to return to your original body. Domino watched, in horror and fascination as she gazed at her reflection in the dark rippling water of her bowl.

Destra closed her eyes when she was ready and pushed her fingers through her hair once then again. Her long luxurious black hair turned a pale shade of wheat blonde. Domino gasped.

Destra opened her eyes and looked down at her reflection. She smiled at what she saw then shut her eyes again. This time she touched her skin. Every inch of it. Her olive toned skin was quickly replaced but a beautiful, creamy alabaster.

"Domino, what color should my eyes be?" she asked sweetly.

"Green," he answered after a pregnant pause passed between them.

"Yes maybe a pale green with flecks of blue, lovely." Destra held her hands over her eyes and changed her eye color in a matter of seconds.

She thinned her beautiful full lips, widened her nose just a touch and made her cheekbones less pronounced. Her hands traveled to her breast. She made them larger, her waist a bit thicker and her rear a touch smaller.

Domino watched in disgust as she changed right before his eyes.

"So what do you think?" Destra stood and twirled around in front of him once she was finished

Domino stared at her but said nothing.

"You don't like it," she stated.

"You don't look like yourself," he said at last.

"That's the whole point, I don't want to be recognized."

"Do you think this will work?" Domino asked.

"It will work." Destra walked across the room and pulled domino to his feet. She crushed a desperate kiss to his lips as she pressed her body against him.

"Tell me that I am still beautiful," she murmured, in her seductive, poisonous drawl.

"You will always be beautiful," Domino replied. Destra pushed her fingers through his rose gold hair.

"Say it again," she purred.

"You will always be beautiful and I will always love you."

"Prove it to me." Destra ran her nails down the front of his shirt shredding it with her razor sharp fingernails.

Domino kissed her lips and cringed inwardly. Her voice was the same and he knew somewhere within this soft voluptuous body was the woman that he loved, but she did not feel right in his arms. Her lips were not the same, and everything else about her seemed all wrong.

Destra pulled him onto the floor on top of her. Domino gazed into her now bluish green eyes and tried to keep his distaste for her "makeover" to himself. He closed his eyes and kissed her again. His hands caressed every curve and contour of her new body, as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

Domino's lips trailed away from hers and down to her throat. He bit her hard, leaving a reddish bruise on her now soft pale skin. Destra laughed as she undid his pants and slid them down. She was grinding against his manhood, arousing him in spite of his better judgment.

His mouth slid lower. His lips grazed her nipple sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. He caressed her nipples with just his lips and breath, teasing her, trying to make her want him even more. Finally, he dragged his tongue across her full breasts causing the color to rise in her cheeks. Domino slid his hand across her stomach then down between her legs. He tore her little red panties off and rubbed his fingers across her heat.

"You are so wet," he murmured as he slid two of his fingers inside of her. She was still as tight and warm as he remembered. At least she didn't change that. He withdrew his fingers and smiled at the disappointed look on her face. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. He kissed her lips and he thrust into her as deep as possible.

She cried out against his lips, her moans of pain and pleasure absorbed by his lips. The sound excited him. He thrust harder and faster into her, wanting to hear her scream his name. He would not allow her to leave that bedroom until she screamed his name in ecstasy.

Domino released her arms from his iron grip and sat back. He wrapped her legs around his waist and stared down at her.

"Sit up," he ordered. Destra looked up at him with abject passion in her eyes, but sat up anyway. He held her around the waist and stood.

Domino carried her over to the bed and lay her down atop the soft satin sheets.

He thrust in and out slowly while squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. He could feel her walls contracting around his member. She was still so aroused.

Domino pulled out slowly then flipped Destra onto her stomach. There was only so long he could look at her new face. He entered her from behind, gripping her hips with his strong hands.

Domino closed his eyes and pounded into her with every bit of strength that he had. He wanted her to remember him while she was gone. No one would ever have her the way he did at that moment.

Destra arched her back and screamed his name as her orgasm dragged her over the edge. Her entire body was trembling and coated in a thin layer of sweat. After a few long languid thrusts he pulled out slowly and collapsed on the bed beside her. He threw one arm across his eyes and the other across Destra's stomach. She was still breathing heavily and he sensed her anger. She was not the kind of woman to show any weakness and he just brought it out of her. Domino drifted off to sleep before even realizing what was happening.

I'll be back soon! Oh and yes Destra is supposed to seem a little creepy and I miss Sky... Sniffle Sniffle haha!