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you're dropping like a falling star,
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"So," Tatsuki began, glancing at Orihime. The karate champion frowned and with her fingertip, prodded Orihime awake. "Oi, wake up. I'm talking to you,"
The auburn-haired girl opened her eyes and lifted her head off the table but later dropped it again with a loud thud.
"You know what, I'm getting really, really worried." Tatsuki studied her best friend carefully. Orihime blinked, shifted her head so that her cheek was resting on the wood, refocused her gaze and smiled at Tatsuki through the locks of caramel hair on her face. Well, at least, her smile hadn't changed, Tatsuki thought. Orihime was usually vibrant and bouncy, but for the past few months, the girl lacked her usual exuberance. She was still cheerful and all, however, she spent the half of the day looking dead, slumped against Ichigo, dozing in his shoulder, sometimes in his chest with his arm around her head, looking very tired. Tatsuki pretended that it was most likely because of the couple's other activities (and knowing Ichigo's stamina…) but she knew there was something more than meets the eye.
"Tatsuki-chan… Don't worry." Orihime lifted her head but kept her chin on the table. "It's just so hot. The heat makes me really tired…"
"Are you sure?" asked Tatsuki with uncertainly, to which, Orihime responded with a beaming smile.
"What is it again, Tatsuki-chan? You're asking me about…?"
"Do you and Ichigo have plans to go somewhere this weekend?"
Orihime scrunched her nose, "I don't know… We eat frozen watermelons most of the time." She grinned. Tatsuki snorted; she knew eating frozen watermelons was Ichigo's excuse to steal more alone time with the auburn-haired girl.
"Well, the gang wants to go to a festival before second semester starts," said Tatsuki.
"Oh… Sounds good~" Orihime finally was able to lift her head off the table, yawning widely before continuing. "I'll tell Kurosaki-kun."
"Good," Tatsuki got up from the floor. "You need to rest. Sleep the day off. You look tired." She said, responding to Orihime's questioning glance.
"Maybe I will. But Kurosaki-kun is going to arrive soon." Tatsuki could not help but smile a little as her best friend lit up at Ichigo's name. "We're doing our homework together!"
"Alright, but maybe a quick nap will do?"
Orihime nodded slowly. "Tatsuki-chan is right." She slowly got up. Tatsuki watched her cautiously in case she stumbled forward and hurt herself; Ichigo hated it when Orihime gets injured, either by accident or intentionally.
"Go to sleep. I'd walk myself out. I'll lock the door, okay?"
"Yup, thank you, Tatsuki-chan."
"Yeah, rest well, OK?"
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and I'm the one who wish for you,
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When Orihime woke up, it was already dark. Sleepily, she glanced at her bedside alarm clock. Seeing the time, her eyes widened instantly.
Oh no! It's already seven in the… evening?
Kurosaki-kun was supposed to arrive at four o clock this afternoon! Suddenly rejuvenated, Orihime sat up, rolled to her side, shot up from the bed and nearly tripped as she stumbled out of her room. She froze in the middle of the hallway, eyes wide as she sensed a familiar potent reiatsu near her. Quickly, she rushed to the kitchen.
She gasped.
"Hm?" A head turned. A pair of dark brown eyes scanned her from head to toe. Orihime felt herself flush under the intense scrutiny.
"Kurosaki-kun?"
The boy raised a hand. "Yo."
He was sitting on the floor, in front of her low table wherein stacks of notebooks and books were placed. He was wearing a thin and slightly loose white t-shirt and faded tight jeans.
Orihime approached him and kneeled beside the boy, facing him.
Ichigo raised a brow at her expression. He placed a hand at the back of her head, under the long heavy locks of auburn hair before leaning forward to kiss the corner of parted mouth. "Hey." He murmured against her warm cheek. He smirked, feeling the heat of her blush.
"Kurosaki-kun –"
He cut her off with a kiss. With his other hand, he palmed her cheek, fingers tracing her delicate jaw line. The kiss deepened, and her hands lifted to rest on his chest as Orihime kissed him back. He slanted his mouth over hers, stroking her mouth and sliding his tongue with hers.
Ichigo pulled away from her damp lips before it could progress into something more intimate.
"Ichi… Ichigo. You're here…" murmured Orihime, opening her eyes. Ichigo smirked.
"Yeah," he leaned back, dropping his hands. He gave her another discreet perusal and noted that she was being bold around him. She usually didn't wear that less around him but the heat must be unbearable. And hell no, he was not complaining. He liked seeing her in a white square-necked thin shirt and short shorts.
Ah, legs. She was all cleavage, hips and legs under the messy mop of hair. And more. So much more…
Orihime breathed deeply, trying to recollect her muddled thoughts. Ichigo was smirking at her knowingly and her cheeks flushed harder. "How did you get in?" she asked. Ichigo shrugged, turning back to his opened notebook.
"Tatsuki was here before. Before she could lock the door, I arrived." He glanced at her briefly. "At first, she refused to let me in." He shrugged. "Saying that I'd probably grope you while you sleep," Orihime let out an embarrassed 'eh!' at this. "But she gave up eventually."
"O-Oh…" She slumped. "You should have woken me up, though."
"Nah. It's cool. You need to rest." He looked at her from underneath his lashes, orange locks falling over his intense eyes. "It means you stored a lot of energy for tonight."
Orihime's jaw dropped. "K-KUROSAKI-KUN…?"
Ichigo arched a brow. "What?" She flushed deeply. The corner of his mouth turned up. "I see. What happened to innocent Orihime, huh?"
She flailed her hands in front of her. "I… I wasn't… oh!"
The boy chuckled deeply. He patted her head. "Just kidding, yo." Ichigo started to rise. "Don't bother to prepare dinner, Orihime."
"Oh," she tried to hide her disappointment. "Of course," she smiled up at him in understanding. "Your family is waiting for you after all."
The corner of his mouth curled. "I'm gonna grab some Chinese takeout or whatever you want." Orihime blinked. He shrugged. "What do you want to have?"
"Y-You… Oh." She rubbed the back of her head, giggling lightly. "I thought you're about to go home."
"Hell no. My crazy dad kept interrupting me in the middle of my homework. I figured if I stay here, I'd be able to finish all these stuffs." He gestured to the table. "And you can help me in Math. I fucking hate Math." He grumbled. Orihime giggled as she stood up as well.
"Alright," she beamed at him. "You can get me anything."
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"OK." He turned to exit the dining room, Orihime following him.
"Be careful." She reminded him. Ichigo looked at her over his shoulder, pausing in the middle of closing the front door.
He gave her a small grin; she smiled softly in return. "Don't worry."
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I want to clip your wings,
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"Ne, Ichigo-kun,"
"Yeah?" he didn't look up from his Math homework.
"Do you have any plans this weekend?"
He lifted his head, face curious.
"Why? Do you want to go somewhere?"
She beamed. "Tatsuki-chan said our friends wanted to go the festival this Saturday."
"It's our last weekend."
"Yes, it is."
He shrugged. "If you want to go, we'll go."
Her eyes rounded in excitement. "Really?" Ichigo shrugged again, going back to his assignment.
"But your Sunday, spend it with me." He said in a deadpanned sort of a voice without looking up. Orihime nodded happily.
"I can't wait to tell Tatsuki-chan!" the girl flashed him a beaming smile. "Thank you." He grunted, not looking up, his scowl deepening and the corner of his mouth twitching. Orihime, seeing the spasms on the half of his face and a visible vein throbbing over his temple, lowered her face to the table and peered into his face cautiously. "Ano… Kurosaki-kun…?"
At the sound of her meek voice, Ichigo looked, arching a brow, but nevertheless, wearing an annoyed face. "Yeah?"
She smiled gently. "What's wrong?"
The orange-haired blew out an irritated breath. "Math." He grumbled, his nostrils flaring. "I fucking hate math." Orihime giggled and straightened up. "Don't laugh." He grunted. "You know I hate numbers."
"I love Math." She said cheerfully. "It's the easiest!" Ichigo grunted again, tapping his pencil with increasing temper.
"Are you kidding me?"
The girl looked thoughtful. "Um, am I?" Ichigo sighed. Orihime eyed him sympathetically. "I can help you, Kurosaki-kun. What part do you find difficult?"
"How about everything?" he groused in a low, annoyed voice. She laughed and patted his shoulder.
"Alright…" she scooted closer to him, looking over at his opened notes, a small frown on her face. "Oh. This," she pointed at a particular set of calculation, "is where you got it wrong." She proceeded to explain it to him, slowly and patiently but hot-tempered already with the numbers, Ichigo only grunted and cursed the subject under his breath, his eyes straying and lingering to somewhere not proper but definitely more interesting areas.
"Kurosaki-kun," Ichigo blinked and lifted his intense gaze. Her tone was slightly sharp, "Are you listening?"
Ichigo decided to tease her. "Well, with you leaning to me, it's hard to concentrate." He said nonchalantly, shrugging a shoulder. She flushed delicately, pursing her lips. "But yeah, I'm listening," he amended quickly. She beamed at him sweetly.
"Okay! Just ask me if you want me to clarify some things, OK?"
He shrugged indifferently. "You're good with numbers, Orihime."
"Really?" she giggled. "I love Math and English but… I find English Literature difficult… But I enjoy it."
Ichigo arched a brow. "Lit is the easiest."
Orihime's eyes rounded. "No way!"
"It is,"
"It is difficult." She complained, reaching for her Lit notes. "Especially the assignment about Ne…"
"Neruda?" asked Ichigo with a raised brow, stifling a small leer.
"Yup!"
He smirked, eyes half-lidded. "Really, huh…"
"A-huh…"
"Well, I can help you." He offered, planting his elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his palm.
"But your Math assignment…"
"Gah. Give me a break, yeah?" He grumbled. "I'm having headaches. Plus," he smirked at her and Orihime eyed him warily, curious at the way he was looking at her. "I sort of like Neruda." Orihime's eyebrows lifted, catching a suspicious glint in those eyes but she chose to ignore it.
"But I thought you love Shakespeare…"
"Yeah. But Neruda's fun." His lips curled. "Want me to help you finish your Lit first before teaching me more about goddamned formulas?"
"Um… alright," She opened her notebook and a thin schoolbook about English poems. "This one, Kurosaki-kun. Can you explain this one for me?"
Upon seeing the poem, his smile widened much to Orihime's confusion. "This one's epic." He drawled. Orihime cocked her to the side, blinking at him owlishly.
"Epic?"
"I mean, easy. Really easy," replied Ichigo, tapping the page. "I already memorized some parts."
She looked thoroughly impressed. "Wow, you are amazing, Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime smiled. "Thank goodness~ Right. I'm ready!" He smiled at her again, a weird but good-looking half-smile.
He started translating the poem, lashes lowered as he read the first verse.
"Every day you play with the light of the universe; subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more than this white head that I hold tightly," his hand subtly moved up to the back of her head. "As a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands."
He lifted his eyes from the page, catching her staring at him with a dazed look in her wide eyes, mouth slightly parted. He smirked to himself and proceeded while stroking her hair.
"You are like nobody since I love you,"
He saw her smile softly at this.
"Let me spread you out among yellow garlands," his voice dropped to a scratchy purr at the 'spread' word, his hand lowering to her nape, slowly kneading the muscles there under the heavy weight of auburn hair. "Who writes your name in letter of smoke among stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed."
She didn't notice but he was slowly inching closer to her, so close he can smell the faint scent of grapes of her shampoo and milk (and honey?) of her skin.
"Now, now too, little one," she continued to look innocently dazed, awed at his expertise. "You bring me honeysuckle," he met her gaze. "And even your breasts smell of it." Her whole face reddened. Ichigo smirked lazily. "While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies, I love you," she smiled at him softly, his hand tracing her spine. "And my happiness bites the plum of your mouth."
He saw her eyes drop to his mouth and he smiled secretly. He leaned closer to her and he felt her shiver but she didn't move away.
"My words rained over you, stroking you," he murmured against her cheek and she caught her breath. "A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body." Her whole body shivered at this and he knew she was getting a pretty decent picture of what it meant. He kissed her neck, her jaw line and whispered in her ear, his deep voice caressing her skin. "I go so far to think that you own the universe."
He kissed her ear. "I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels and rustic baskets of kisses."
She turned her head to face him fully, wide-eyed, dazed and moist lipped.
Their eyes met; hers wide, his heavy-lidded.
Ichigo smirked as he whispered thickly.
"I want to do with you want spring does with the cherry trees."
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and make you mine
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With that, he kissed her fully and deeply on the mouth.
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Make you stay here and not fly away
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He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, giving and taking until she slumped against him, her lips moving frantically with his. With a satisfied smirk, he pulled away from her enticing lips, her breathing heavy and damp.
"So," he arched his brow at her. "Do you understand the poem?"
He watched her gather her scattered wits and regularize her breathing. Her chest rose and fell, a thin sheet of sweat covering her skin. Her thick lashes lifted and she met his half-lidded gaze. Swallowing thickly and licking her lips, she nodded slowly.
"Y-yes…" she mumbled, heart pounding. "T-Thank you."
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back to heaven.
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Ichigo's lips curled in a small crooked smile, reaching out to curl a lock of hair around his finger. Orihime's face flushed harder, eyes wide. His smile widened confidently, watching her clutch at her chest.
"What's wrong, Orihime?"
She flinched and opened her mouth to answer but words failed her. Ichigo stifled a grin.
"Hey,"
A shiver wracked her body, her lashes fluttering. "N-Nothing's… wrong…" she replied breathlessly, her hands trembling.
"Alright," he released her hair and grinned crookedly. "If you need more Lit help, don't hesitate to ask for my help, yeah?"
"H-Hai…"
He stared at her for a while underneath his lashes and through his messy orange locks, making her blush even more. The corner of his lips curled slightly in a small smirk, his eyes bright, intense and smoldering. Her body was reacting under his stare, her heart racing a mile. Then, his eyes darkened and she was quite sure he'd reach out to her but he turned away from her and bent down to his forgotten schoolwork, muttering curses under his breath.
Oh my heart.
Orihime lamented gloomily as she dropped her chin to her chest.
Be still!
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chapter. he says, "I'll make it explode for you."
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