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The Bet
The auburn-haired princess had been treasuring her feelings towards her hot-headed protector for a while now, the fear of ruining there friendship preventing her from making a move. Little did she know, he had been harboring the same secret.
Until one day~
"N-No, not exactly." Orihime shook her head for the fourth time, "You have to simplify it and then place it into the equation, like this," She explained finishing the problem for him.
"Did that make sense Kuro- Kurosaki-kun were you even listening?" Orihime pouted taking a step back.
Ichigo scowled, missing her body heat and sweet vanilla scent.
"Yeah, I was listening Inoue," he lied, "Well, I tried… But I got distracted."
"Kurosaki-kun, we have our finals tomorrow…"
"I know."
"You have to pass calculus to graduate."
"Mhmm," he smiled down at her neat cursive handwriting scribbled all over his paper, how to steps and advice on what to do and when to do it.
Doing the next problem and continuing on to finish the review paper, he set his pencil down.
"There," he looked up at scrutinizing grey.
"E-Exactly," Orihime observed her orange haired friend, correcting the rest of the page. "You didn't even need my help," Orihime said with realization setting the papers down, a frown on her soft porcelain like features.
"… I suppose," Ichigo admitted looking into silvery grey.
"Then why did you ask me for help?" He moved his gaze to how far apart there chair's were, reaching over; he pulled her seat closer to his. She let out a squeak at the unexpected action.
"Because I like hearing your voice." He responded casually putting his papers away into his back pack.
"Kurosaki-kun," Orihime flushed looking down at her fiddling fingers. This is a perfect time to tell him! Slowly lifting her head up, she was met with observing chocolate brown. Blanking out, Orihime forgot the elaborate speech she was going to give.
"I like you," Ichigo told her, "Always have, may be a little too much." The boy chuckled.
Orihime was surprised, but she couldn't stop the smile from forming on to her face. Why was I so afraid of telling you the truth? I trust you with my life…
"I like you too," She admitted, her smile growing when he reciprocated the action.
"Oh, really?" With his elbows already on the library table, Ichigo placed his chin atop his hand.
"Mhm," Orihime wanted to say 'stop teasing me' but she liked it when he did that… "In fact, I think I'm in love… with you." Although she was being brave, she couldn't stop the massive flush from consuming her face.
Ichigo fake gasped, "Inoue, is this a confession I'm hearing?" He smiled as she lowered her head. "I'm glad you feel the same way," his tone died down as he responded gently.
Lifting her chin with his finger, she giggled at his action.
"Like music to my ears."
"Ichi."
Licking her lips, tantalizingly slowly… Ichigo could no longer resist it. As he leant in making his actions clear, Orihime brought her hands to fist into his shirt collar. Ever so slightly tilting his head to the side, Orihime followed, this was their first kiss after all. She could feel his warm breathe against her lips, a shiver went down her spine. This was actually happening…
With thoughts of closing the distance, the ruler that was hit against the table ruined the atmosphere.
"Out. Now." The librarian growl-whispered.
Orihime immediately pulled back, she couldn't bear to lift her head out of embarrassment.
Ichigo looked over at Orihime and frowned, then he was reminded of what could've just happened. Glaring over at the librarian, he picked up his and Orihime's backpacks.
"I'll walk you home," he whispered dangerously close into her ear.
"I-Ichi," Orihime wanted to scold him, is he really going to pull something like this again? After we were caught in the library? And kicked out?
Her thoughts were answered when his warm tongue met the shell of her ear. But he pulled back as soon as it happened, leaving Orihime to wonder if it was all a part of her imagination.
Grabbing her hand, Ichigo walked out of the library. But not before sending one more glare towards the rude and buzz kill of a librarian that ruined his and Orihime's moment.
The walk to Orihime's apartment was spent in silence. Although the two were walking together, their thoughts were on the same subject.
We're holding hands.
…Her hands are so tiny and soft compared to mine, it fits perfectly. Ichigo couldn't wipe the smirk off his face. And she smells so nice, vanilla. She's mine, mine alone. Ichigo glared at a group of younger boy's oogling his- what was Orihime to him now? I'll talk to her about that… may be later. With a smirk on his face, Ichigo looked down at the auburn haired beauty next to him.
…H-He's holding my hand. Mine. Oh my, his hands so… ruff, hard, strong… so him. And his smell, it's delightful! We're so… close! W-What if my hands sweating, Oh no…
Reaching Orihime's stairs, a very bittersweet feeling reverberated through her.
He has to leave now; she held back a sigh as she looked for her key.
"Oh and Hime?" Stopping her search, she looked up.
Setting there backpacks on the ground, Ichigo grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. She let out a gasp as her much tinier frame crashed into his hard chest, almost molding in to it.
This is where you're meant to be, Ichigo wanted to say to her. But he was doing such a goo job at keeping his blush under management, he can't ruin his image in front of her now… but this was Orihime.
Looking in to her eyes, her beautiful, beautiful grey eyes, he took a deep breathe. She met his gaze. But then he moved his lingering gaze to her lips, her soft peach lips. The ones she was currently biting. Looking back in to her eyes, for a sign, permission, she smiled. Gently bringing one hand up to grab her face, he slowly leaned in.
And kissed her.
A small distance away stood a group of four.
"Damn it," a tall red haired man cursed digging into his wallet. Glaring at the raven haired female, he was about to accuse her of cheating before she interrupted him.
"Pay up Renji," Rukia smirked. She won the bet, again. Thank god that orange crayon grew a pair; I would've lost fifty bucks.
"It's not very kind to intrude on someone else's relationship Rukia," Rangiku pouted putting the binoculars down.
"You too blondy," Rukia raised her hand awaiting the cash.
Huffing, Rangiku turned to her right.
"Oh Ginnn!"
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