Chapter 6: Cherries pop
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She woke up to a half-naked sleeping Ichigo on her couch. He was sound asleep hugging one of the cushions.
His position looked rather uncomfortable. And he didnt have a blanket too. How was he able to sleep through the night with the cold like that?
The chill was unbearable on the early mornings too. She hoped he doesnt catch a cold or get sick because of this.
Inoue had gone to the bathroom earlier to wash her face. She felt horrible and sweaty. Only then she realized she wasnt wearing her own clothes. She had on Kurosaki-kun's shirt. She remembered him wearing this once. The print was familiar.
She also saw the makeshift laundry line he made to hang her clothes on the corner together with his shirt.
"Oh kami!" She vaguely recalled feeling sick to her stomach. She didnt puke on him did she?
Yes she did. But he stayed through the night and looked after her. Before she realized she had already knelt in front of him and brushed the stray strands of his hair from his eyes.
He had let it grow. He usually has a clean cut. But lately he's been really busy, or so she heard.
Ichigo...
She caressed his cheek and before she knew what she was doing, she had leaned down to kiss him.
But right before the deed was done, he had stirred and woken up. He rubbed the sleep off his eyes.
Startled, Inoue immediately stood up before he could make anything of the situation. "I'm, I, uh, Im sorry. Did I wake you?"
"It's alright. What time is it?"
"It's uh, 8:30AM."
"Un."
"Could I get you something?" Feeling a bit guilty for what she was about to do, she rubbed at the back of her neck, a habit she has, causing the shirt she wore to rise to her thighs as she did.
"You realize Im a man right? Or have you forgotten my indecent proposal?"
When she realized what he meant, she dropped her hands to her side. "Im sorry. I guess it's because it's you that I let my guard down."
Inoue was now pulling at the hem of his shirt. As if willing it to stretch further down to cover her legs. "I'll go change."
His shirt, huh?
He had to wrestle her so he could get her into the over-sized shirt. Feeding her the soup was another battle in itself.
He sat her up on the headboard with pillows supporting her back.
"If you have problems, you can always tell Tatsuki."
"I couldnt possibly tell her about 'that'!" She blushed.
He didnt think she could get any more redder than she is right now.
"Then that incident would be our little secret." He said to placate her. He wouldnt want anyone else to know either. He hated to admit it, but he wanted to keep the knowledge of her wanton side to himself.
But aside from his perverse reason, he also hated the thought of other men touching her. He hated the thought of anyone else seeing the face she makes when she was aroused.
Men would die for that face. Just thinking about it is enough to give him a hard on.
"That's not the only problem!" She continued to whine. " There's also th-that k-kiss."
"So, you were that hot and bothered by it?" He teased.
"It's your fault." She leaned forward, and poked him a few times in the chest. Her movement lacking strength and purpose.
When she looked up to meet his amused gaze, she had a pout on her lips. "Take responsibility."
Ichigo could only smile ruefully. She was truly drunk. And he was well and truly fucked.
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Ichigo got too tired and sleepy to go back to his flat for a change of clothes that he ended sleeping on the sofa.
Then he wakes up with her face an inch from his. And as if that's not enough, now she prances about on his shirt, in front of him.
"She's doing it on purpose isnt she?" Ichigo muttered aloud.
"Eh? You said something Kurosaki-kun?" Clueless as always.
"Nothing."
"Im really sorry for the inconvenience. What do you want for breakfast?" She politely offered.
"You." He pulled her down hard that she fell on her back on the couch.
"Kurosaki-kun? What are you doing?"
"Taking responsibility." He leaned down and kissed her mouth shut before she could protest.
A few seconds later and she started to respond. But Ichigo broke the kiss and went for her neck.
He knew she had a delicate spot just behind her ear because Chizuru used to tickle her a lot.
"I, uh, ah- Kurosaki-ah! Uhmpnn..hmmnn" She bit down on her lip to muffle the sound of her moan.
He held her still with one hand as the other went down south feeling the soft fair skin of her exposed legs. He inched the shirt upwards until he felt the fabric of her panties.
It was good then that she hasnt changed into her own clothes yet. The pants she wore last night would have been an obstacle.
Ichigo had deftly pushed her underwear to the side and slipped his long slender finger inside of her. Rubbing with another at her clit as the other expertly thrust in and out of her now wet core.
The hands that were clutched on his chest were now gripping at his shoulders for support as she arched her body to his. Yearning for more contact. Wanting more of his touch.
Orihime wasnt thinking anymore. The logical part of her brain long forgotten the moment he touched her.
She moved her hips to the rhythm of his fingers. He moved his other hand under the shirt and up to trace the contour of her slender waist until he met the underside of her shapely breast. He played with the now hardened nipple. And when he did, a soft moan escaped her red swollen lips. He added another finger and thrust inside her again. This time, she moaned louder.
He angled himself above her to have better access and she gave way, making them both fit on the small couch.
He had reached a steady pace. And she had gotten the rhythm. She was getting close. And he wanted to see what face she'll make as she reaches her climax. When he makes her come. How he'd love to see that look on her beautiful face.
RINGGGGGGGGGG.
Her alarm went off, stoping them both in their tracks. Pulling them back to reality. It's already late in the morning and they both had to report for work.
Ichigo pulled out from her and licked his fingers clean as he did. Earning him a bright red blush from her.
She combed her disheveles hair and fixed herself. She sat properly on the couch then reached for her phone and tried to hide her embarrassment by browsing through unopened mail.
What was I thinking?
Sesnsing her discomfort, Ichigo picked up the strewn pillows from the floor and placed them back on the sofa to give her some air.
"Don't forget." He whispered in her ears.
"Don't forget what?"
"You took the offer last night."
"Eh?"
He smiled playfully. When she realized what he meant, she protested.
"But!" She tried to rack her brain. But everything was blurry. She couldn't remember agreeing to anything. "I'm-I was drunk, Kurosaki-kun."
"I'm just a knock away." He gave her a chaste kiss on the side of her mouth and just as quickly, exited her door before she could even react.
When she came to, only the silence greeted her.
"Iie." She pouted. "Not fair Kurosaki-kun." She bit her lower lip as she run her fingers inbetween her thighs. She drew her legs closer.
Just remembering the feel of his mouth and tongue on hers, the movement of his deft fingers inside her, makes her wet down there.
Now that she had a taste of him, just fondling herself wouldnt be enough.