Reflections
Rating: M
A/N: PWP, like seriously. This is what happens when a dirty mind is left alone to wander in randomness. Though, I'm pretty sure I can hear some of you walking around in that dark place too. Always good to be amongst friends.
Enjoy!
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He wasn't sure how it started.
As odd as that sounded, even in his own mind Ichigo simply couldn't pinpoint the moment he came to the conclusion that sleeping with his friend was a good idea. Never had he made a decision that seemed so off with his moral compass. It befuddled him so much that he'd avoided all company the next day. Locked in the safety of his room, he questioned his thoughts and actions for hours. The substitute battled with this unexpected and drastic occurrence until he fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. The next morning, he had no clear answers and a conscious that was far from appeased at his hand in the event.
That morning was three months ago and, as he lay in the darkened room listening to the soft sounds of her breathing next to him, Ichigo was no closer to an answer. He had long since given up feeling disgusted with himself for succumbing to his body's demands; had given up the guilt ridden feelings he once let occupy his mind for taking her innocence. Ichigo might not have a firm grasp on his reasoning, but he accepted what happened and knew he wouldn't, couldn't, stop now. Almost as a reaffirmation of his train of thought, Ichigo turned slightly, aligning his body down the length of her curves and breathing deep of her flowery scent. He buried his nose amongst the mass of silken strands covering her creamy throat as his arm encircled the slender waist before him. Rather than becoming used to the feel of her naked skin, Ichigo found himself becoming more infatuated with every encounter.
She stirred slightly and he immediately stilled, fearful he had disturbed her sleep. Ichigo could count himself lucky for she simply snuggled in his arms and continued to dream. Calloused fingers stroked smooth skin, retracing patterns of freckles he'd burned into his brain, and his mind wandered to the first time he held her.
There was nothing unusual that precipitated the event. No battle that had his blood racing, no life or death moment he could use to blame his actions on. In fact, the day had been a rather boring one. A mundane string of events that, for a man wondering when he would next spill blood, had been a welcome one. While the day began without flare, it most certainly did not end without it. Memories jumped from sharing notes on their history class to bodies pressing together, breath intermingling, and clumsy movements leading them both to a pleasure they could only imagine. Ichigo clearly remembered the wonder of seeing her alabaster flesh being exposed to his hungry eyes for the first time. Inch by inch he gazed his fill, ignorant of the embarrassment it caused her. Sight gave way to touch, his fingers now mapping out the dips and curves of her body. Instinct led him down the path of discovery, leaving no area devoid of his exploration.
Ichigo let his fingers wander higher up her body now, retracing those steps he made months ago. The beauty mumbled in her sleep, unconsciously moving closer to the digits which teased her flesh. He kissed her bare shoulder, lips lingering against unmarred perfection as he traced the plump lines of her breasts.
The revelation of that bounty had taken his breath that day. Heat flooded his already burning body, setting nerves on fire as he descended on her tightening buds. Hands which had been once stained with blood took extra care as they tested their weight, marveling in their delicious shape. The sounds pouring from her throat enthralled him, pushed him to tease their pink tips further. Her keening cries climbing up the bare walls satisfied a deep portion of his soul.
He palmed her breast, letting his fingers slip around the budding nipple. His manhood began to ache; the stimulation of memories and the warmth currently laying in his arms more than he could stand. A whine sounded in her throat, one muddled and confused in sleep, but her body knew how to respond to his touch. The smooth curve of her ass pressed against his rising member, her body slowly twisting as he called back life to the fire he'd only recently put out.
Ichigo had been too overwhelmed during their first encounter to fully explore all the hidden secrets of her body. It was only later, after he'd shed the insecurities he once held to, that he could work past her final defenses and impress himself into every inch of her body. As the substitute began to slowly pulse his hips against her plump cheeks, he recalled the way they first felt under his fingers. The shocked gasp she'd uttered drowned out the innocent opposition she tried to give. Embarrassment flooded her body, warming her skin even further as he bit into her tender flesh. Ichigo pulled back, licking a path to her neck as the delicious memory of her squirming in his grasp played out in his mind's eye. Though he'd already been inside her, she hid her face like a virgin, mumbling her protest as he kissed his way across her quivering ass.
The vizard muffled his groan against her shoulder blades, his twitching member grinding against her flesh. That particular memory was one that plagued him during the dark of night. Fingers twisting in the sheets, thighs trembling under his touch, keening wails of painful pleasure echoing in the room as he slammed into her again and again from behind. He would draw out his own pleasure as he worked his shaft alone in his room, recalling her teary eyes as she gave in to the passion they created together. That was something he, only recently, acknowledged about himself - he thoroughly enjoyed coaxing her into tossing aside her inhibitions with their lovemaking. The taboos she held in her mind were nothing more than challenges for him to overcome.
He abandoned her breast, letting his hand slide down her flat belly until fingers met the soft curls hiding her core. Ichigo angled his body, pressing her firmly into the mattress while his fingers delved into the apex of her thighs. Her breath stuttered, hitching with pleasure as he brushed against that hidden pearl. He watched her eyes flutter, but never fully open as she danced in the world between asleep and awake.
The sweet smell of her body soon flooded his nose and Ichigo couldn't contain his groan of want. A bead of moisture leaked from the tip of his engorged cock as he plunged his fingers deeper into her liquid heat. The tantalizing, musky smell was one he was familiar with – both scent and taste. Perhaps out of everything they'd experienced together, burying his face between her thighs was the one thing she shied away from. Each time she noticed him taking that journey down her body, the busty woman began to protest – turning her face away in embarrassment and begging him not to go near such a 'dirty' area. It was a source of amusement for Ichigo now; to watch her eyes water, cheeks grow red, and knees clench together in an attempt to deter him from his goal.
It was all for naught. Each time, Ichigo would work her body into such a frenzy that when his tongue came to stroke the deepest part of her, tiny hands held him firmly in place despite her vocal objections. She would undulate as he drank his fill of her addicting taste – tugging at his hair, back bowing when she inevitably came apart under his touch.
Ichigo rose above her, turning her to her back before taking her lips with fervor. No matter how often their bodies joined, he could never get used to the anticipation, the wonder, the spine buckling heat that consumed him as soon as he held her in his arms. Crossing the barrier between worlds held only a minute fraction of the fascination he found in the fiery red head winding her body around his.
"Kuro...ahh...saki-kun," she gasped when he pulled himself away from her lips. Ichigo smirked when he saw her eyes open, their smoky depths already drowning in desire. He pulled her leg around his hip, angling her body and entering her fully in one swift move. The onslaught of pleasure was too much and her head fell back against the pillows. Ichigo took the opportunity to lavish the ivory column of her throat with his tongue. He ground against her hips, sheathing himself in her tight passage as far as possible.
A growl ripped from deep in his chest. He rose on his arms, searching out her stormy eyes. "Mornin' Inoue," he drawled, punctuating the sentence with a slow thrust of his hips. He tried to hold to the smirk on his face, but the effort required proved too great. Every cell in his body was wholly focused on the raging fire burning in his belly. His movements no longer held the mark of a steady, controlled man seducing his partner. Instead, they became the wild, unrestrained actions of a man lost to his passions.
The vizard pounded into her voluptuous body, pushing them higher towards that ever approaching peak. Her breath was hot against his throat, mouth open, panting against his skin. Inoue's words tumbled over each other, mingling together in their race to be heard first.
"Lo...y.u...lo...I...loveyou...I love...you, Iloveyou, Iloveyou."
His body drew tight as a bow string, jaw clenching when his climax ripped through him. He shuddered above her, his arms rapidly growing weak causing him to collapse atop her. Ichigo rolled slightly, removing his weight from her body, but holding her tight as she still trembled with the aftershocks of her own pleasure. His lips lingered at her hair, the smile on his face hidden amidst their silken strands.
Inoue might have a better grasp on the force pulling them together, but he was a quick study.
