A/N: Rated M material (kind of) in this chapter. You've been warned! And it'll only get more graphic as I get further in so...keep reading, enjoying, and reviewing!
Fuck. I want to fuck her. Here and now. In plain sight. In front of Tatsuki. Doesn't matter who sees. I want her. So bad. I want to push her against the building. I want to trail my lips down her neck as and I run my hands over her breasts, down her stomach to lift her dress. I want to move her panties down until they catch at her thighs, until she is bare, and I just want to dive into her. Like an animal. Feral and instinctual. I want to be in her.
She knows. She knows every thought that's passing in my mind. She knows because her eyes are darkening, and she's licking her lips, baiting me into moving closer to her. She's trying to make me fall in her lure. She's trying to gain the upper-hand.
And so far, she's winning.
"Orihime, don't be so crude," Tatsuki scolds her.
She blinks, and her eyes go back to being a light brown. And whatever spell she had me under is broken.
Well, it's not as strong.
"Whatever do you mean?" She asks innocently. Too much feigned ignorance that Tatsuki sighs.
"Nothing. I mean absolutely nothing."
"I never thought I'd see the day when Tatsuki becomes a push-over," I interject.
They both glare at me.
"Tatsuki? Your old friend is rather annoying."
"Tell me about it."
I scowl.
"Tatsuki?" I mimic. "Your chesty friend is rather—"
She interrupts with a seductive smile.
"Well, whatever I am, you still want to sleep me, don't you?"
I cross my arms in defiance even though she's right.
"In your dreams."
She laughs. In a way that she curls into herself, and in doing so, her breasts are pushed over her crossed arms.
It takes her a good minute before she straightens herself. She wipes her eye with a finger as if her laughter made her cry.
"No, no, no. I think you are mistaken. You want me," she declares. I can't even retort her statement because she turns to say goodbye to Tatsuki. She then walks away, but she stops when she's a few strides away from us.
She turns her head slightly towards me, and I can see the wickedness lurking in her eyes.
"Oh, Kurosaki?"
My breath hitches as I hear my name. A deep, fiery pit of desire takes over again, and all I want, all I need is to get her to say my name, my first name, over and over again. I need her to pant it against my lips as I roll my hips into her heat.
My fantasies start to spin wildly.
"Only in your dreams will a nobody like you be able to fuck me."
She leaves after that, swaying her hips, knowing that my eyes will follow each movement. Knowing that she won this battle. And she did. Because not only did she arouse me, she tricked me. She had me believing that she didn't remember me. But it's obvious she does. Because she remembers my last name and the insult she threw at me earlier.
What a sly fox.
"I really dislike your friend."
"That's good," Tatsuki states. "She doesn't like you either."
I raise an eyebrow as I look at her.
"What makes you say that?"
"Didn't you hear it?"
"What? That she called me a 'nobody?' If she remembered my surname, then I'm obviously not a nobody to her," I reason to myself.
She shakes her head.
"No. It was the way she addressed you."
I shrug.
"So?"
"With males our age, she uses -san for strangers, -kun for guys she is interested in, and no suffix for guys she detests."
I frown as I think about Keigo's words. He mentioned something about this to me.
"Wait. There's something wrong with that logic. She called my friend 'Asano-kun.'"
"Asano? Keigo Asano?"
"Yeah."
"If it's the same guy I'm thinking of, I can tell you that she's taking a liking to him."
My eyes bulge out of my head in disbelief.
"There's no way. I thought she only liked extraordinary people. The only thing Keigo excels at is being a pervert."
"She does. But didn't your friend just win a local competition in stand-up?" I nod. "Well, we saw him that night, and Orihime nearly died from laughing. Sure, your friend isn't anything special to us, but if you can make her laugh, then you'll be special to her. I think she said that if she doesn't find anyone better, she might make an exception to her rule and choose him."
I glare as I listen to her explanations. The thought that the woman who played me for a fool would actually pick a fool over me makes me angrier than I've ever felt. I mean, is that what she wants? Does she want a joker to entertain her rather than a king that could satisfy her? Because I could satisfy her in ways that she probably has never imagined.
Or maybe this is the wrong analogy. After all, she is Lilith, the Goddess of demons, and I am the Shinigami, the God of death. It's more natural if a God and a Goddess seek each other.
"Before she came here, you were saying something about being worried."
She nods.
"Well, if you aren't worried about her, is it me you are looking out for?"
"You know, Ichigo, I like you. You're a pretty nice guy when you aren't sleeping with half the population." I smirk at her exaggeration. "I have fond memories of you from our childhood."
"I do, too, but what's your point?"
"She's dangerous."
I scoff.
So what if she destroys men with sex? I ruin sex for the women I sleep with. One night with me and I send my partner to heaven, and once you've been to heaven, nothing else compares. But I only give one night because death only comes once, hence my nickname. And there's another thing about my title: no one can resist me because no one can escape death. And since I have my sights on her, I will reap her. Even if she is dangerous.
"I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. I've seen it."
"Seen what? Seen her break a man?"
"Yeah. And I don't want that for you."
I'm about to tell her that she doesn't have to worry because it'll be her friend that will crumble, but she cuts me off.
"I've seen you broken before, Ichigo. And I know we aren't that close anymore, but I can't see you like that again."
"I'll hardly fall apart because of her, Tatsuki."
"You don't know her like I do."
"Well, I don't plan to. I'm not going to be one of her little pets."
"Then what exactly do you want?"
I grin.
It's very tempting to tell her. To reveal that I want to make her friend surrender to me. That I want to dominate the domineering woman until she yields to my touch, to my very voice. That I want the promiscuous princess to beg me to say her name.
I smile as I walk away from her.
"Who knows?"
