Prompt 17 - On the floor

The living room floor was littered with the parts for the tv storage unit he was planning on putting together that first morning they woke up in their new apartment. He figured that if he followed the instructions cautiously he'd be able to pull it off without hurting anyone out of frustration in the process.

Orihime walked out of the kitchen and kneeled next to him on the floor, holding out his cup of coffee and taking a sip from her mug of tea. "We haven't done any shopping for food yet, did you want to order in breakfast?"

"I was thinking of taking you to the diner later on," he answered pensively, staring at the instruction sheets as he reached for his coffee. He whispered his thanks and took a careful sip, looking up at her when she stood back on her feet and walked towards the kitchen, only then realizing how attractive she actually looked, even though neither of them had taken a shower yet. "Hey, come back here for a second."

"Hmm?" she voiced, turning around whilst taking another sip of her tea. "What's up?"

He let his eyes go over the yellow, printed t-shirt that she was wearing that used to be one of his, the soft pink panties he knew she was wearing underneath, her messy, insanely sexy hair bun and her long, naked legs and the mint green socks that adorned her small feet. "Have I kissed you yet today?"

She placed her mug on the floor by the kitchen entrance -they hadn't put together their dining table set yet- before grinning and blushing. She then shook her head as she approached him and kneeled in front of him again. "You haven't…"

"Well, we have to do something about that, don't we…?" he murmured, putting his coffee aside while she crawled into his lap and slid her arms around his broad shoulders and straddled his hips. "Come here…"

Orihime smiled into the kiss and closed her eyes. Her mouth fell open to grant his tongue access and she met it with hers wantonly, moaning beseechingly when he deepened the kiss and took hold of her buttocks to give them a possessive squeeze. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hard on through his track pants, breaking the kiss and returning his grin with a demure smirk of her own.

"Have we christened this room yet?" she asked, her blush deepening.

He shook his head quietly, his warm hands already crawling underneath the hem of her t-shirt. "We've done it in the bedroom, the storage room and the bathroom...We need to do something about this space as well, don't we?"

"We do…" she whispered, moving in to kiss him on his like coffee-tasting lips, only breaking the kiss to let her t-shirt pass over her head before crashing her lips with his and pressing her small body against his wantonly. She gasped in surprise when she felt him pull her underwear apart with his bare hands, leaning back to look at him in dismay.

"Let's go shopping for more later…" he grinned sheepishly at her, dropping a kiss on her right breast when she ended up smiling anyway.

"You're incorrigible," she sighed blissfully, letting him throw away the broken panties, her eyes rolling into her head when he aligned himself between her legs and pressed inside of her.

He lay down on the floor and let her lead, his hands loosely holding her hips while she worked her lower body on him sensually, letting him feast on her erotic beauty.

She was so sexy and there were still times when he wondered how he'd managed to have her share his life. He didn't consider himself to be anything special, but she was everything; the most beautiful, the most caring, the most important person he'd ever met and he was head over heels, even now, after everything they'd been through together. Supernatural and otherwise.

And she turned him on; man did she make him long for her. If he could spend the rest of his days making love to her, he would. He couldn't get enough.

Not when her body's reaction to his was immediate and ardent and she moaned and gasped so cutely, not when she was sporting a healthy blush on her adorable face and soft crimson on her swollen lips. Or when her full breasts were bouncing to the accelerating pace of her hips and his name was on her breath and he was completely mesmerized as he panted with her; his eyes never leaving her joggling chest.

She opened her eyes when his hands slid up her back and coaxed her into leaning down onto him so he could suckle on her dangling right breast. He then adjusted his position on the floor beneath her so he could take its nipple into his mouth hungrily and thrust up into her at the same time.

She whimpered shakily at the mixed sensations of his lips, tongue and teeth playing against her skin while his erection stirred within her and the smacking sound of their fevered love-making became background noise to their moans and impassioned cries.

By the time she had drops of sweat rolling down the crease of her back, she was close, so she pressed her lips against his, needing for him to hold her when she would inevitably fall apart. As rapture took her, she broke the kiss and buried her face in the side of his throat, breathing her praises against his skin while her body shook and spasmed in his arms.

He let her quiet down for a few silent moments and caressed her back, his thrusts stopped when he smiled up at her tenderly and she sat up again to lift drowsy eyes to him. Neither of them ever said a word when she dismounted him and eagerly ventured down his sprawled out body to take his throbbing manhood in her mouth.

Ichigo winced and threw his head back with a gasp, his hand shooting out to her head to follow her bobbing motions as she worked her tongue and mouth on him lustfully, lapping up all of their mingled fluids and moaning her wordless approval to send additional vibrations over the heated skin of his hard shaft.

It didn't take long for him to finish and as he released, he intertwined his hands with hers that she was reaching up his torso while she took in his seed, swallowing his essence until she'd sucked the last of it out.

She moaned softly when she let him slip from her lips, smirking in satisfaction at his worn out expression now that she kneeled in front of him between his spread legs. Orihime reached for her discarded t-shirt and pulled it back on before crawling over him and settling on top of him and into his embrace with a playful grin.

"I want a new set," she told him, nuzzling the underside of his chin.

He tilted his head a bit so he could look at her from the lower corners of his eyes."A new set of…?"

Orihime lifted her head up. "Panties."

"Oh," he replied, smiling.

"An expensive one. In lace and satin," she added, with a mischievous scowl.

"What? But…" he protested, quieting when she pressed her right index finger against his lips.

"If you want to keep ripping my underwear apart that's your choice, but then I choose for you to get me sexy, expensive lingerie every time you do," she stated sternly. "Or I swear I will stop wearing underwear all together."

Of course, he respected her freedom of wearing whatever she felt like wearing whenever she wanted, but her not wearing underwear would reflect badly on his care of her and he could already imagine what their friends and their family would start saying if it were to be known that Orihime stopped wearing underwear because he keeps ripping them apart.

"W-what color did you have in mind?" he said with a nervous smile while a triumphant one crept on her lips.

Truth was that she didn't care if he tore her underwear apart, but this way, she was certain to get new lingerie everytime he did.

"Purple," she said, laying her head back against his chest happily, already looking forward to the christening of their new kitchen.

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