Note: I don't own Bleach and I borrow the plot from a novel I read "Nobody's Baby But Mine"
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"Who are you?"
He repeated the question harshly. He held her hands together above her head and pressed her body more with his hard body. For a moment she thought his eyes were changing color but then she realized that it was impossible.
Did he really know?
She wanted to look away but his eyes had this kind of magic that absorbed her soul. She couldn't move an inch even if she wanted to. He was too strong. No, maybe she was too weak to fight this naked handsome guy.
Oh yeah, he was still naked and he pinned her down to the bed with his naked body. If the situation were different, it would be even sexier.
Orihime tried to find a way to get away from this situation and from his strong body but it was impossible. She had to think. Think fast. Think! She scolded herself to think but the woman couldn't think anything, instead she become more and more scared of the situation that had changed so suddenly.
She was scared but weirdly enough, it didn't mean she stopped wanting him. No, she knew she shouldn't think about it right now but the hardness of his thing that touched her stomach was not something the she could ignore.
"I don't know what do you mean..."
"I want the truth, and I want it now. Tell me who you really are."
He wasn't joking. He was still really hard down there but it seemed like he had decided that he wouldn't do anything until she told him the truth.
Orihime thought that Ichigo's intelligence was too low to understand it even if she tried to make some smart reasons of why she was there that night. Someone barbaric and unintelligent like him need something simple...
"I am a big fan of yours."
Ichigo looked disgusted but he didn't pull away, not even an inch, "just like what I thought! Some noisy bitch that thought by sleeping with some soccer stars would make her famous."
So in the end he still called her bitch. Well that didn't matter anymore. She would steal something from him tonight so she would let him call her whatever he wanted.
However there was something she needed to correct from what he had said, "no, not all soccer stars," she wished he let her hands go because she wanted to touch his face so badly, "only you..."
Orihime prayed silently that Ichigo would not ask her his play number because she didn't know. She didn't know anything about soccer. She had done some research about him but it was only about his health history and she was pretty satisfied with the result, low-colestrol, good eye-sight, no heart problem, he had broken his bones and nose few times but she didn't care about that.
"You know what," he hissed, "I should have kicked you outta here."
Despite saying that, he didn't do anything. Instead, he finally let her hands go and used his now free hand to cup her face.
There was a longing look in his eyes when he traced her jawline with his fingers. Orihime felt he became unbelievably harder. She moaned at the feeling of his fingers on her skin. He loved the sound she made as he touched her every where and decided that he wanted to hear more from her.
He lowered his face on hers and started kissing her passionately. She responded right away. She had just met him tonight and yet she had decided that she loved tasting him.
"Don't you want to take your clothes off?" He asked when he pulled away, he wanted to feel more of her and the damn clothes were in the way.
"No, the only thing I want is you."
She did something really brave. She took his hand and guide it into her skirt. She blushed when he smirked.
"You're horny."
She looked away but this only exposed her white neck to Ichigo. She moaned louder as he sucked on her neck and bit it playfully while his hand teasing her core. He did it skillfully and made Orihime wondered if he really were a virgin...
"I am a virgin, if you could call a man a virgin," he grinned as if he knew what she had in her mind, "but I know how to please my women."
Orihime wanted to say something but he chose that time to insert a finger inside and she swallowed her words.
"Aaan..." Orihime arched her back as he moved his finger slowly to tease her, "n-no... Not your finger..."
As much as she loved his finger down there, there was something else she wanted from him and that wasn't his finger.
"Tell me," he whispered to her ear, his hot breath tickled her ear, "what do you want?"
She gasped, he quickened his hand's pace, "you... I want you. Now!"
She was so desperate. She didn't want to be pleased. She wanted his seed. She wanted his baby. She didn't have time for pleasure.
Ichigo, however had another plan. He wanted to make her come at least once to enter her, so he inserted another finger and moved it together as he nibbled on her earlobe.
"No, please, not your finger..." She almost sobbed, it was amazing but she couldn't let him do this to her, this was not what she want.
Ichigo misunderstand her words, "I needed to prepare you, Princess, you're so tight..." He kissed her lips.
"No, I want you..."
She sounded so desperate that it could only boost his ego. The woman wanted him so much.
"It would hurt."
"I don't care... I want you."
A woman was begging under him. A really sexy woman. How could he say no?
Ichigo pulled his fingers and pulled back a little to look at her.
She was panting, there were tears on her cheek but he didn't need to worry about that. Some of her auburn hair stuck on her sweaty forehead. Her mouth opened as she breathed heavily. Her lips were swollen. Under the moonlight she looked so beautiful.
If only she would take off her clothes.
"Kurosaki-kun..."
He smirked, he liked how she called him.
"Yes, Princess, here I come..."
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Sometime during their love making she called his name. His real name. He was too occupied to really realize it but now that he thought about it, it was really sexy.
She was really beautiful. Her big gray eyes looked at him as if she pleaded for something but she couldn't say it. He wondered how could something that seemed so innocent being so sexy at the same time? The way she hugged his back when he quickened his pace was another thing he could never forget. She had left some marks on his back with her nails but he didn't care. The pleasure had been so great that he wouldn't care even if she bit him. Oh how he would love her to bite him more.
He was worried if he had hurt her. She was so tight and he was too big, he had to asked her few times to make sure that she had been okay but she only told him to keep going.
When someone so beautiful told him that, how could he stop?
Ichigo had never made love to anyone before. Sure he had fooled around many times but something had always stopped him from going all the way. He had no experience about the real thing so he could not compare what had happened tonight between them but he had a feeling that their body was made for each other. The way she encircled her legs around his waist or how she moved her hips...
That had been the best feeling he had ever had. When he came, that was not like what he had been imagine before about how his first time would be.
He might sound like a girl for being a virgin even though he had so many chance to sleep with so many girls. But Ichigo was Ichigo. He was different, he didn't want to do something just because the other people do that. All of this time, he had used all of his energy to play soccer and told himself that sleeping with his girlfriend would be... Almost a crime. He liked those younger girl but everytime he touched them, he saw Yuzu or Karin's face and that was so sick that he lost his passion. He couldn't sleep with those girls.
Tonight, when he turned twenty nine years old, he had no idea that he would finally sleep with someone without feeling that it would be incestous or feeling like an old man because he did that with an old woman. No, he didn't even think about his sisters that night and he didn't feel old at all.
He felt young and satisfied.
When he finished that night, he wanted to touch her again right away. He was still so hard and ready to go again but something stopped him.
Orihime had been crying.
He wondered if he had hurt her but when he asked her she covered her face with her hands and shook her head. She refused to say anything. Just then Ichigo realized that he had not made her come, not even once. Was that the reason why she was crying on his bed right after they made love?
He felt something weird in his stomach. Ichigo realized that maybe he had done something wrong by sleeping with the woman that night but it had been too late to regret it now.
With a complicated feeling, naked Ichigo left the bed and walked to the bathroom. In his bed, the auburn haired woman was still laying there and crying.
He stopped before he reached the door, "when I come out from the shower, I don't want to see you here."
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Ichigo Kurosaki stood under the shower in the locker room, he found himself was thinking about a certain woman that he hadn't seen for about two weeks. He forgot about his swollen ankle at the moment and his mind was full of the weird woman whose eyes reminded him of bambi. He wondered what had happened to him, why it was so easy for him to be attracted to that woman he had just met once on his birthday night. A woman who had been a present given by his friends. A woman who had pretended to be a prostitute only to sleep with him and cried after they finished.
Why did she cry?
He didn't understand woman. Didn't she want to have sex with him? Didn't she get what she want?
She refused to have an orgasm. He realized this. There were times during their love making when she reacted like she was about to have an orgasm but then she was like stopping herself from feeling the sensation, from feeling him.
He didn't understand. What had he done wrong?
Ichigo lowered his head to let the water hit the back of his neck. That woman was not even his type. He shouldn't feel bad just because he failed to satisfy a woman that wasn't even in the same league with the girls he had been dating until today.
She wasn't even that beautiful. Sure she had great body. Her legs were long and her breasts were bigger than most of his exes and yet it looked so natural. Her eyes were big and her lashes were so thick and long making her eyes looked even bigger than they already were. Her hair was so smooth, he loved the feeling of her hair between his finger. She was...
Ok. Who was he kidding? She was beautiful. He knew it, though he didn't want to admit it.
Ichigo chuckled as he remembered how she had been awkwardly making some story just to make a love with him. It was so cute that he couldn't stop her and joined her game. He could have just told her to shut her mouth and leave, but no, he let her told him as many lies as she wanted to because he thought it was not only funny but also extremely cute.
He knew right away that she must have been one of his fans that had tried to sleep with him by pretending to be a prostitute. What annoyed him was not the fact that she wanted to sleep with him but the fact that she thought that he would sleep with a prostitute. He wanted her to know that he wasn't interested in protitutes, that was why he told her to leave. Though he didn't really mean to ask her to leave. He was not that angry that she had lied to him, he was actually found that her blushing face and awkward gesture as she told him so many unbelievable creative lies, adorable.
Her smiles and adorable lies were not the only things that made it difficult for him to forget her. There were another things like how she refused to show him her body, thought he knew she felt the same thing like what he felt at the time. Also how she had been so persistent not to let him to make her release.
And the tears...
Why did she cry?
"Damn it."
Ichigo punched the wall.
He didn't plan to think about her. Why should he care? She was just a woman. His first woman. That didn't really mean a thing anyway. Sure. He didn't feel anything...
...Did he?
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Orihime ended the class with a tired smile. She felt bad because she had to end the class ten minutes earlier than usual but she had so many things in her mind that she couldn't concentrate.
Orihime was in love with Physics. She didn't only love to learn about it but also to share what she had learnt about it with her student. She knew she was a boring woman when her ex-boyfriend who was also a Ph D in Physics, told her that she cares about Newton more than about their date. He didn't know that she didn't care about Newton more than their date but she was just trying to talk about something they both loved.
That was one of her bigger problems. She didn't know how to start a normal conversation. She was actually a shy woman and to cover it she would talk too much. Sadly, what she usually talked about wasn't really interesting for other people.
Orihime had been called weird since long time ago. She had an active imagination, smarter than kids around her age. She used to talk about many things that included UFO and aliens in front of her parents, but her parents think she had been crazy. Her parents thought she was weird, she had been too smart and their parents think it was scary. Disgusting.
She didn't have any friend at school. They had the same idea with her parents, that she was weird, some people even called her crazy. Orihime was happy when she could graduate from the school earlier that the other kid. At least in university people didn't look at her as if she was crazy or weird. They thought it was awesome for a fourteen years old kid to be a university student, that wasn't something that you could see everyday in Japan. But still, these people were much older than her and what she had been through before made it hard for her to make any friend.
When she was in University, Orihime started to lock herself in the laboratory more often. She stopped talking to people, she knew she didn't need them. Her brother, Sora had been always there for her and he was the only friend for her. She didn't need anyone else.
Now, her brother had passed away and she was alone. She needed someone to stay close with her or she would be crazy. Someone she could trust. Someone that wouldn't look down at her and would never betray her. She wanted a baby.
She knew that raising a kid alone wouldn't be easy but she was ready. Her brother had been raising her for more than ten years, alone. He had been only eighteen when their parents died. Since that day he had been working so hard for her sake. She was almost twenty nine and she had a promising job with more than enough income and saving for her and her baby. She knew she was ready to have a baby but few days ago when she found out that she got her monthly cycle, she lost her chance.
Orihime walked leaving the classroom, her hand on her flat tummy. What surprised her was actually because, rather than losing her chance to have a baby, what disappoint her was because she had lost a chance to have his baby.
She wasn't sure since when but something had changed inside of her. She was no longer longing for having a baby from some handsome yet stupid man. She had decided that she only wanted to have a baby from Ichigo Kurosaki, the famous soccer player. A man who had slept with her thinking that she was one of his crazy fans that would do anything to have a chance to sleep with him.
Well, he wasn't completely wrong.
After that day, Orihime found herself started watching soccer matches on TV and browsing some articles on internet. She bought a book about the basic rules and she was proud because now she could explain what is an Off Side to anyone that might ask her.
Orihime left the faculty building and walked to the parking area. She should be hurry. She had an appointment with Rukia today. She needed her help. Orihime had thought about this everyday since that night she had spent with him. She wanted to see him again and the only person that could help her was Rukia Kuchiki.
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Rukia Kuchiki wasn't really surprised when her lonely next door said she needed to talk. The raven haired girl could guess what it was about. For some reason she had a crazy idea of what had happened. She had heard from Renji about how Ichigo had been doing lately, and now that Orihime said that she want to see her, Rukia couldn't help but to think that something had happened between those two.
Orihime was supposed to sleep with Ichigo and based on what she heard from Renji, because Orihime had refused to tell her the detail, she had managed to sleep with the soccer player.
Ichigo had been weird lately, from what Renji had told her, the scowling man had been grumpier than usual. Renji complained about this. He and other guys had paid some prostitute to sleep with him to make him more relax but what had happened after that night was horrible for the guys. Not only Ichigo had become grumpier but he also blamed them for setting him up. Those guys, and Ichigo, didn't really understand what had actually happened to Ichigo. Rukia knew just by listening Renji complaining about the situation. Actually it was easy to read.
Ichigo had been attracted to Orihime.
After what had happened that night, it seemed like he couldn't get her out of his mind and he didn't know how to see her again. That was what make him grumpy.
The feeling was mutual. Rukia was sure that Orihime had felt the same kind of attraction toward Ichigo. If not, she wouldn't have contacted her this morning. Rukia was not stupid. Orihime hadn't said anything but there was something in her voice that made her believe that she wasn't wrong.
Rukia drank her ice coffee and looked at her watch, she had been there fifteen minuted earlier. Orihime should have been here soon.
Actually Rukia thought that Orihime would be a great match for Ichigo. She had a feeling that they would complete each other. She knew that Ichigo wouldn't like it if he knew she had been interfering his love life and Orihime would insist that she wanted nothing more than a baby from him. Rukia would do it silently. They didn't need to know that she was trying to get them together...
"I am sorry I made you wait, I thought I could be on time..."
Rukia smiled at the beautiful woman and told her to sit down, "don't worry, I came here earlier."
Orihime nodded as she sat down. She looked somehow nervous. A waitress came to give her the menu. While Orihime was looking at the menu, Rukia looked at the woman. She was wearing a pastel colored skirt and a baggy white jumper. Her long hair was braided and she was wearing those blue hair pins again. She had been wearing them almost everyday, except for the night when she slept with Ichigo. Rukia wondered if those were given by her ex-boyfriend.
Orihime ordered a glass of orange juice. She returned the menu to the waitress and looked back at the girl who sat in front of her. Rukia could see clearly how nervous she was. It was clear to her what Orihime was trying to say.
"So?" Rukia grinned, "finally you are willing to tell me the detail of what had happened that night between you and Ichigo?"
Rukia was just kidding. She knew Orihime wouldn't tell her the detail no matter what. She just wanted to see the blush on the older woman's face when she reminded her about the night. Orihime shook her head, half to tell Rukia that she didn't want to talk about it and half to shake the thought off her mind.
Rukia shrugged, "well if you didn't want to talk it's okay, maybe Renji would hear something from Ichigo about what had happened, anyway."
"He would talk about that? Telling his friends?" She looked pale, Orihime sure thought the idea of Ichigo sharing their private moment to his team mates as a kind of nightmare, "he doesn't look like someone who would gossip..."
"He wouldn't," Rukia laughed, of course Ichigo didn't really talk about his private life, not even to his closest friends, "but he was being weird lately, so... He might get drunk and spill it out."
"Weird?" Orihime turned to the waitress who had come back with her juice and muttered a 'thank you'.
Rukia smirked, "interested?"
"Not really," Orihime pouted, why would she?
Rukia chuckled, "let's not talk about him then if you're not interested at all. So, tell me why we are here?"
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Author's note:
No lemon :( gomen ne, I found that I couldn't do that... Yet.