Ah, sorry this is late! I sort of hit a block with this chapter. Thanks for all the continuous reviews and support, guys. We appreciate it immensely. Without further ado, here's chapter ten.

They had fallen into a comfortable pattern, Orihime noticed. After about two weeks since she was revealed to be a succubus, she realized that she had grown used to the fact and almost, almost comfortable with it. So had Ichigo, to her immense relief.

Maybe my life doesn't have to change all that much, she thought optimistically as she sat down to lunch with Rukia, Renji and Ichigo. The weather was warm, so they opted to eat outside under a nice, isolated tree on the school grounds. With the gentle breeze and the feel of Ichigo's hand in hers, she felt positively triumphant, like at last she had finally won a great battle and she was enjoying the spoils of victory.

Her succubus nature was like living with a disability, she mused as she plopped down on the ground and opened her lunch bag. It was tough but it could be worked around, could be worked with. She dared to hope that the worst was over.

"What's for lunch today, Orihime?" Rukia asked her.

"Ah…" Orihime pulled out her lunch and announced, "Bread with honey, leek cuts and…" When she pulled out the final item, she blushed faintly. "Strawberries."

Renji snorted and grinned at Ichigo, who shoved him back in retaliation. "Shut your trap," Ichigo muttered as he stared into his lunch bag. "It's just her sister being sly."

"I think it's rather cute," Rukia said. "And delightfully appropriate. Oh, wipe that glare off your face," she said to Ichigo when he glowered at her. "There are worse ways her sister could be teasing you."

"But I like strawberries," Orihime said as she bit into one.

"Of course you do," Rukia said suggestively with a grin.

"If we're done making puns on my name," Ichigo said with a dark glare, "can we eat lunch?"

He was met with an affirmative silence. Renji and Rukia seemed content to leave him in peace, for now, having done their fair share of teasing for the moment. Minus a few comments made here and there, lunch passed by in relative peace and quiet.

At one point, Orihime looked over and smiled wryly at Ichigo as he finished off his sandwich. She had to give him credit; he'd dealt with a fair amount of teasing the past couple of weeks with a considerable amount of patience on his part. Renji and Rukia had ribbing him ever since he had start dating her. Orihime had been teased, too, but Ichigo bore the brunt of it. Not just from those two, but from their other friends and acquaintances as well. Yet he managed to put up with it and bear it all with his usual scowl.

He's strong, she concluded as she continued watching him. Between the teasing and adjusting to all the changes, a lot of people would have been driven away. But he's still here. The thought warmed her, and she couldn't help but be in awe – and grateful – to him.

He caught her staring at him. She flushed faintly and smiled. With a half-smile he placed his hand over hers and gently squeezed. She twisted her hand around so that her fingers intertwined. His thumb skimmed over the skin on her hand, leaving it tingling in its wake.

Orihime winced as her head suddenly began to ache and that familiar sense of need began to coil in the pit of her stomach. Unconsciously, her tongue slid out and licked her lips as she opened her eyes and stared at Ichigo. She could also feel her wings begin to push out slightly, and she knew that she needed to get out of there.

To his credit, Ichigo had learned the signs of when Orihime needed to, as he put it, "recharge her batteries." There was little mistaking the darkening of her eyes and the way his body seemed to instinctually react to it. He got to his feet and said, "Guys, I think Orihime needs to get to a bathroom."

Rukia glanced over at them, her brow furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"

Even through the lust that was starting to cloud her mind again, she managed to say, "Y – Yeah. I think the strawberries were old."

Rukia threw Orihime's remaining lunch into her bag and handed it to her. "Geez, your sister should check the expiration date. Hurry! We'll see you later."

Orihime and Ichigo hastily said their good-byes before they headed towards the door they had used to go outside earlier. Once they were inside and the door shut behind them, Ichigo led Orihime down the hall, his eyes scanning the various doors they passed by. When they walked by a unisex, single bathroom he pulled her in and locked the door behind them.

She was on him the moment the lock clicked. Their lips locked, tongues rolling and pushing against each other as her hands gripped his biceps. The skin seemed to ignite where her fingers dug in, which ironically sent shivers up both their spines.

He groaned against her lips as he pulled her against him. His front brushed against her waist, unabashedly showing how hard he already was. Teasingly but unknowingly, her hips bucked against his. Ichigo had to bite back a moan, his fists clenching in her shirt as their kiss broke apart. "Orihime…"

She pulled them down to the floor. Ichigo watched with drooping eyes as she massaged his scalp at the same time as she positioned his back against the door. She straddled him, her hands running up his chest as she popped open his shirt. He helped her take it off and once it was discarded, he reached up to do the same to her shirt.

To his surprise, she pushed his hands away. She grabbed each of his wrists and pinned them to the wall. She smiled rather wickedly as she bent down to kiss and suck at his neck. She ran her tongue up the side, leaving a wet trail as she reached his earlobe and gently nipped it.

Ichigo tried to free his wrists from her grasp. Orihime held them firmly, though she knew he wasn't trying as hard as he could. She bent down and bit down on his neck in punishment. Ichigo's eyes widened as her teeth dug into his skin, though not enough to puncture it. This time his tone was questioning as he said again, "Orihime."

It felt like something possessed her. Even though she was the one who needed this, she had always let Ichigo take the lead. She wasn't this bold. However, the moment she had gotten her hands on him, her mind went into a frenzy. Instead of answering him, Orihime merely smiled before pushing herself against his hardness, pleased at the loud groan Ichigo let out.

He leaned up and captured her lips again before she could return to suckling on his neck. She squealed against his mouth as he freed one of his hands at last and gave one of her breasts a squeeze. Relenting to his will at last, she let go of his other hand as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands, now free, quickly opened up her shirt. He pushed it off, leaving her only in her bra. Panting, he bent down and kissed the top of her breasts, his hands reaching up and squeezing the generous mounds. Her back arched against the feel of his tongue, pushing her breasts further into his hands.

She reached one of her hands back and undid her bra clasp. Ichigo helped her get it off before immediately resuming his previous ministrations. With her bra gone, he was able to take her nipple into his mouth and suck. His other hand continued to massage her other breast, while his free hand roamed down her back until it reached her rear end. He gave it a hard squeeze, making her gasp before he pushed her against his straining member.

"I – Ichigo-kun," she panted as she began pumping her hips, pressing her sex against his as much as she could.

He grunted, bucking his hips in rhythm with hers. They groaned, they panted, they gyrated, they kissed again and again until Orihime's vision went white and her body shook from the orgasm. She collapsed against Ichigo, her breathing labored as his jerking hips came to a stop, even though he was still hard and unreleased beneath her.

Normally, Orihime would have been sated. These little rituals always worked to quench her need before. Yet as she lifted her head and stared at Ichigo, she found it wasn't enough. The headache was gone, yes, but she still felt the need within her, hot and tight in her stomach.

"I need…"

"What is it?" Ichigo asked, ignoring the painful bulge in his pants for the moment. "Orihime?"

"More," she groaned as she opened his pants. "I need more." She pulled his unzippered pants down until his penis was free from its confines. Ichigo's eyes widened as her hand snaked in and pulled down his boxers, fully revealing his arousal.

"Ori-" He was cut off when her lips pressed against his, silencing any protests. Her tongue rolled against his and traced the inside of his mouth as she lowered Ichigo to the floor.

Her human, rational side was screaming that this was too much, too soon. What if they weren't ready? And did she really want to do this here of all places, inside a bathroom? However, her protests went ignored by her demonic side as she reached down and grabbed Ichigo's length and began pumping.

His hips bucked violently into her hand as he moaned inside her mouth. Instinctively, he pulled her hips closer to his, desperately wanting to enter her even though they both knew better.

She began to lower herself to him, releasing his length to push aside her panties. Just a little more, she thought through the lust-laden fog in her mind. His tip brushed her underwear, and she could see Ichigo panting heavily as she readied to lower herself onto him.

Maybe it was divine intervention, or just sheer dumb luck, (or maybe even impeccable timing), but before they could continue, the bell signaling the end of lunch pealed. The sudden sound made Orihime jerk back, away from Ichigo. They both stared at each other, wide-eyed as they realized what they had almost done.

"I…" Orihime shook her head. "I don't know what happened. I just… I needed more."

Ichigo slowly sat up. "You mean…" He scratched his head, unsure as to how to continue. "I know you went three days since our last… romp," he said with a faint blush. "It's about a day longer than you usually go, so maybe that's why?"

She nodded, gulping at the thought. "I don't know. I mean, I guess that might have something to do with it, but…" She had a bad feeling about this. It seemed like another talk with her family was needed. "I'm okay for now, though. The headache's gone and I don't think anything will happen."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." She glanced down, finding that he was still as hard as before. "Ah, but you're not," she added with a blush.

He looked away sheepishly. "I'll be fine in a few minutes."

Before he could get up, she gripped his shaft in her hands. He bucked into them, even as he said, "What are you-"

She put a finger to his lips. She smiled as she began to run her hand up and down his length. "You gave me what I needed," she said, "so it's only fair I do the same, right?"

Whatever protest was forming died when she gave his sex an extra firm squeeze. His words died before they could even form as he leaned back and nodded, letting her give him what he needed.

"Onee-chan?" Orihime called out when she came home.

Her sister popped her head over the top of the couch, smiling to her little sister. "Hey! How was school?"

"Um, all right," Orihime said as she set her bag down. "I need to talk to you about something, though."

"Oh?" Rangiku got up from the sofa, stretching her arms and back as she walked over to Orihime. "What is it?"

"It's about…" Orihime blushed brightly, her hands fidgeting with each other as she stared at the ground. "Well, it's about, you know…"

"Ahhh." Rangiku nodded in understanding. "Did something happen?"

"It's more like something that didn't happen."

Rangiku raised an eyebrow. "What? Weren't you able to come? It happens sometimes; it's only natural-"

"No no no!" Orihime squeaked in mortification as she waved her hands in front of her. "Nothing like that! I just… well, up until now, Ichigo-kun and I have only been… um, sort of not doing that."

Her sister leaned against the wall, her arms crossed casually. "You've only been fooling around. Has that been enough for you?"

Although the terminology made her cheeks redden more, Orihime nodded. "It was, at least until today. When we were… fooling around, after it was done I didn't feel…" She wondered when she would ever stop being so embarrassed about this. "Satisfied," she finished with a nervous sigh. "And I tried taking it further, even though I knew I shouldn't."

"Orihime." Rangiku placed her hand on her cheek, smiling comfortingly. "If you had, it would have been okay. It's different for you. You really need it. I'm sure Ichigo would have understood."

Orihime might have argued against that, since she really hadn't given Ichigo a choice at the time. She had seduced him and weakened his defenses. However, it shamed her to think about it and she certainly didn't want to reveal that to her sister. "I know. I just don't want my first time to be in a bathroom."

"I don't blame you," Rangiku said with a laugh.

"But…" Orihime glanced over her sister's shoulder, unable to meet her gaze. "It's going to happen eventually, right? I know it sounds silly, being a succubus and all, but…" She chewed softly on her bottom lip. "I was able to push it off until now. Now it's inevitable."

Rangiku moved her head until it was directly in Orihime's gaze. "Hey, it'll be all right. It's a wonderful experience, I promise you. But yes," she added with a sigh. "Fooling around isn't going to be enough anymore. I'm sort of impressed you got by on it this far."

"So, the next time Ichigo-kun and I have to... recharge my batteries," she said with a slight giggle, borrowing her boyfriend's phrase, "we'll have to take it farther?"

"Most likely, yes."

A thick silence hung between them for a moment as Orihime digested her words. As Ichigo had said earlier, she seemed to need to "recharge" every couple of days. So that meant in a few days' time they would…

She covered her hands with her face in embarrassment. "Oh my – it's just…"

"Which is why," Rangiku began, patting Orihime's shoulder, "I need to show you the tricks of the trade!"

The tension dissipated in an instant as Orihime dropped her hands and gaped at her sister. "Wh – What?"

"Tips!" Rangiku explained with a wink. "How to please a man! Now, a man's biggest weakness is of course his-"

"O – O – Onee-chan!" Orihime screeched as she covered her ears. "I don't need to hear this!"

"Hmmm." Rangiku tapped her chin with her index finger. "True, I'm sure you already know the basics. However, if you really want to drive him wild, you gotta work with the folds of the tip and-"

She just wanted to crawl into a hole and die at that moment. Orihime shook her head violently, wishing for her sister to stop.

"And of course, there's nothing a tongue can't do better. Fingers are great, but tongues are the best."

As Orihime tried to drown out her sister's sincere but mortifying advice, she knew one thing was for certain: the comfortable pattern they had fallen into was about to be disrupted.