Sort of a spin-off of Nagi's prompt about Ichigo taking Orihime out for drinks after work.
Employee Inoue Orihime wriggled around in her swivel seat, finding herself unable to sit still during the big company meeting being held at the moment. She shifted from one position to the next, folding her legs one way, and then discovering it to be uncomfortable and switching with the other.
Next to her sat Kurosaki Ichigo, a coworker of hers. He was a man able to sit through an entire meeting without shifting, so he found the woman's erratic movements to be somewhat amusing. With his lips curled up into a subtle smile, he choked back a chuckle at her inability to get comfortable.
"-And unless anyone else has any questions, this meeting will be adjourned," the large man in the front bellowed out in front of his workers. A silence fell in the room as each person in it looked at each other as if they were going to bring up a question. "None? Okay, next meeting will be on Monday. Don't be late."
Chatter started up in the room, coworkers talking to each other as they stood up and stretched. Orihime took not time to stand up and stretch herself, trying to loosen her tight muscles caused by sitting in the uncomfortable chair.
"I'm so glad!" She chirped, stretching an arm above her head, her voice a little strained. "It's the weekend!" Ichigo again couldn't help but smile faintly at her and he stood up as well and collected his papers together.
"Got any big plans, Inoue?" He asked, shuffling through the papers. Surprised anyone was listening to her, she turned and faced Ichigo at her side, her cheeks started to burn a little.
"O-Oh no, I don't have any plans..." Orihime stuttered nervously, soon following his actions and began to clear up her stuff. "It'll just be another weekend with movies and ice cream." She paused, glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes.
Inwardly, she hated herself for being so nervous in front of him. They had become good friends after she joined the company earlier that spring. Pouting, Orihime scolded herself for falling so in love with this coworker of hers. Such feelings were forbidden in the office setting, but she couldn't help how they morphed into something greater throughout the past few months.
"You want to go out for drinks tonight?" Ichigo asked. "I've got a slow weekend too, so we might as well have a slow weekend together." Immediately the thought of spending time with him outside of work sent her heart racing and all the gathered papers she had in her hand were dropped right back onto the table.
"I couldn't intrude, Kurosaki-kun!" She squeaked, her voice evident of embarrassment. "It's a nice offer, but I've never-" She stopped herself. She was 26 already; did she want to admit to him that she hadn't ever gone out to drink before? He'd probably think she was weird or something! And it wasn't because she didn't want to try it, but she wanted to be careful and only drink if there was someone else with her.
Ichigo turned to her as he shoved his papers into his bag. "Never gone drinking before?" His face was written with surprise, but his expression was nowhere near judgmental. "That's okay too, Inoue," he told her, his voice sincere. "We'll be responsible, alright?"
If Kurosaki Ichigo of all people was reassuring her they'd be careful, then what would be the harm? Smiling nervously, she beamed at him and nodded. "Okay, let's go then!" Ichigo smirked lightly back at her and they soon left, walking side by side.
"So what'll it be?" The attractive bartender behind the counter smiled at the two. The blonde man continued to eyeball Orihime in particular, seeming to avoid Ichigo's death glares.
"I'll have a glass of the wine special," Ichigo spoke, his voice a bit tensed as he leaned closer to the woman next to him. "And she'll have a chocolate martini." Orihime hadn't known a single thing about drinks, so on the way over here, she told him she'd be in his hands tonight. She was inwardly glad, because the chocolate martini sounded like a very delicious choice.
"Coming right up," the bartender replied curtly, a little unhappy with how protective Ichigo was being. He left to make the drinks and Orihime sat on the stool, nervously fiddling with her purse.
"I-I didn't know you drank wine, Kurosaki-kun," her voice was quiet and quivering with nervousness. Placing his chin in the palm of his hand, he smirked lightly, a sense of playfulness settling on his expression.
"There are a lot of things you don't know," he teased, watching her face noticeably light up a bright red.
Orihime was incredibly flustered still when the drinks arrived a few minutes later, watching a red wine be put in front of Ichigo and her chocolate martini be placed in front of her. Ichigo took his drink and took a sip of it, his stare never leaving her form. "Aren't you going to try it?" He asked.
She looked down cautiously at her drink, acting as if it was going to explode if she touched it. It looked delicious, but she figured it was only natural to be a little nervous about drinking her first alcoholic beverage. Plus it certainly didn't help Ichigo continued to watch her, waiting for her to try it.
Taking the glass and raising it to her lips, she took a small sip from the tall glass, setting it down moments later. There was a somewhat bitter taste that had zing to it (for lack of a better word to her), with the vague sweetness of chocolate. It was almost as if it was some odd, liquefied bitter chocolate.
"So?" He asked, taking another sip from his glass. "What do you think?" Orihime made a face at him, mixed with some bitter and confused emotions. He just about choked on his wine at her hilarious face.
"It's definitely not like I thought it'd be!" She confessed, still experiencing the aftertaste. "It's sweet, but it's also... Pow!" She punched her fist into the air, further explaining the 'pow' part of her drink. Ichigo laughed at her again and grinned.
"That 'pow' is the vodka in your drink. It really does pack quite a punch, if you drink it too fast," he explained, setting down his drink and staring at it intently. Orihime watched him carefully, her eyes big with curiosity.
"Do you drink out a lot?" She found herself blurting out, and by the time she realized how forward it sounded, it was already too late. Ichigo shrugged as an answer.
"Sometimes. Mainly for the really stressful Friday nights I need to unwind."
Feeling dumbfounded, Orihime turned her attention back to the chocolate-y drink in front of her and picked it up for another sip. It was funny how the second taste was a lot better than the first.
"You said this was your first time?" Ichigo asked, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes.
"A-Ah, yes... This is my first," she spoke slowly, taking another.
"May I ask why?" He inquired. His tone was far from menacing or the like; he was just plain curious. At the current moment, she also felt no need to hide such information away. It wasn't like it was incriminating or anything.
"I just wanted to be responsible and drink with someone else around. I didn't really want to be alone..." Orihime found herself taking another drink, starting to lose count how many she'd had so far. "It's a silly reason, I know, but I just wanted to be careful."
Shaking his head, Ichigo found himself disagreeing. "It's not silly at all, Inoue. It's actually a really smart thing to do."
Flushing hotly, Orihime couldn't help but smile at him. They had talked in the office before, but things seemed a lot better, light-hearted even, between them. And if she wasn't mistaken, she felt like Ichigo was flirting with her, which sent her heart soaring.
It wasn't too long after Orihime finished her drink and set down the glass with a satisfied grin. "That was really good!" She giggled, her cheeks still burning. "Ah, bartender-san, can I have another one of these?" She called after the man behind the counter.
"Uh, you're looking a little red, Inoue," Ichigo pointed out, his voice laced with concern. "Are you sure you should have another one?" Orihime turned to him with a smile that made his own face burn up.
"It'll just be one more!" She chirped, watching her second chocolate martini being placed in front of her. Ichigo's stomach dropped a bit, a little worried for her. Yeah, but its vodka, and I told you it packs a punch, he thought as he finished up his glass of wine.
Ichigo just watched Orihime for a while, once in a while catching himself watching her lips as she talked and growing embarrassed. Normally a glass of wine doesn't bother him, but the stuff the bartender gave him must have been different. At least, that's what he told himself. He recognized Orihime as a pretty coworker, but the drinks were making him think other things he normally wouldn't.
It seemed like Orihime finished her second martini just as quickly as she got it, or at least Ichigo was watching her for a lot longer than he thought. Her cheeks were red with her eyes glazed over. She wore a silly smile and was giggling somewhat uncontrollably.
"This was actually really fun!" Orihime grinned, clapping her hands together. "We should do this every week!" If he was completely sober, Ichigo knew he wouldn't have grown nervous at the idea of having drinks with Orihime every week, but now he was red and flustered.
"Uh, sure... Sounds like a plan," he stuttered lamely. Why in the world was he getting so damn embarrassed?
Orihime hopped off her stool, tripping on her own feet as she made a point to stand up and get ready to leave. Ichigo had to catch her by the waist so she wouldn't fall flat on her face. Groaning at the situation, of Orihime being drunk after two drinks, Ichigo quickly slapped some cash on the counter to pay for the service.
"Oh, Kurosaki-kun, I just remembered I left something back at my desk in the office! We need to go back!" Orihime suddenly cried, her eyes wide and brimming with tears as she clutched onto Ichigo's side. He wanted to be on her good side, drunk or not, but he couldn't tell if she was serious or not about leaving things at the office, and if she did, was it so important as to cry about it.
Ichigo had wanted to take her straight home, but he was too easily moved by this woman and instead nodded dumbly. "Fine, we'll go back." His voice was low and slightly slurred as he continued to hold onto her waist. He could feel her body heat from under her button-up shirt, and it took a lot of restraint not to grin like a silly schoolboy at the innocent touch.
Helping her stumbling form, the two turned to leave, and made their way back to the office.
"I knew it was here somewhere..." Orihime mumbled to herself as she shuffled papers and pencils on her desk. Instead of sitting down to search, she made an avid point to instead bend over and stick her plump tush out instead. It was all in innocence, her position over her desk as she searched, but Ichigo was thinking otherwise.
She swayed back and forth as her slender hands roamed over the desk top, and he felt mesmerized by her actions. Good god, what's wrong with me tonight? It was just his luck when Orihime turned around quickly, spotting him staring at her ass.
"Kurosaki-kun... Are you watching my butt?" Orihime slurred together, her expression reading cute and confused. Ichigo flushed hotly and stuttered out an unintelligent string of words before she snorted and shook her butt again. "It's okay! It's not going to fall off! I appreciate the concern though!"
Orihime was all too aware of his heated eyes after she turned around again to keep searching, and she was actually thrilled about it. She loved feeling so much more confident in front of him! Everything seemed to come easier and he was more approachable with the chocolate martinis in her.
"Ah, I found it!" Orihime chirped, grabbing at the item. She jumped up to sit on her desk, giggling as she swayed back and forth. "It took a while, but I've got it!" Ichigo took a few steps closer, craning his neck to the side in wonder.
"What was it?"
"Chapstick!" She deftly replied, taking off the top and applying some to her lips. "Now my lips look kissable!" He wasn't sure how quite to react to that, but he definitely froze at her reaction, with about a foot of space between them.
She had me help her all the way back to the office to get her chapstick, at this late at night? Scowling, he determined she was a little tipsier than he thought initially.
"What do you think, Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime asked sweetly, enunciating each syllable in his name. "Do they look kissable now?"
Ichigo stared at her lips, trying hard to find an answer to the drunken woman in front of him. To be truthful? He had always thought she had kissable lips, in the back of his mind. But how should he reply? Verbally seemed to be the best answer, but his instincts screamed for him to respond physically.
"Kurosaki-kun?" She asked again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she stared at him with big, doe-like eyes.
Fuck it.
Ichigo let go of all restraints and closed the gap between them, forcing hot, passionate kisses onto Orihime's luscious mouth. He eased them, yet still hurried, onto her desk, into a lying position, and Ichigo's hands pinned her wrists above her head.
"K-Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime whimpered at his hard kisses. Only she didn't want him to stop; she was trying to kiss him back with just as much fervor, and her voice was so obviously pleasured.
Ichigo devoured her sweet lips, probing his tongue into the wet recesses of her mouth, and she wriggled uncomfortably underneath him. His mouth was doing such wonderful things to her, and she only wanted to do something back.
Enjoying her sweet little moans in his ears, Ichigo wedged himself between her legs and continued to feast on her mouth. He eventually released her hands to let his own roam over her waist. She was so warm and curvy beneath his palms, it made him shiver heavily.
Pulling apart to breath, the two coworkers stared at each other intensely, merely waiting to catch their breath and see if one of them would say something. Orihime smiled shyly and Ichigo's lips were pulled into a nervous line.
"Um, your lips..." He coughed, glancing down at them once more. "... They definitely are kissable." Orihime giggled and timidly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Would you really be interested in going out for drinks again next week, Kurosaki-kun?" She asked softly, her voice sweet like sugar. With the way she asked him, he wasn't so sure he wanted to refuse.
"S-Sure..." He found himself stuttering again, but he put it aside and bemusedly watched her face light up. "Make me a promise though?" Orihime's smile faded into a curious pout, and she nodded.
"No more chocolate martinis."
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