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It's been two days since I've been to school. My big brother is being really sweet about all of this and I can't even thank him because I'm such a mess. Life is so dark and bleak and pointless now. It's all just so filled with pain and misery. It's like I can't stop crying, I can't stop feeling this intense pain coursing through my body every time I think about him.
The worst part, I keep thinking over and over about that conversation. Pinpointing the exact moment when he broke my heart. I keep picturing the scene over and over, reliving that horrifying moment over and over. It's like my life is on some horrible replay.
"Inoue…We can't…I-I can't be your boyfriend. I can't be that for you."
"It…it won't work between us. We won't work. There are too many things against this. The main being that you're my student. That you're a student in general."
It was just excuse after excuse of why we couldn't be together. He made it seem impossible. I guess it is…impossible…
I stop my crying as I come to a realization.
"We won't get to go on dates, have dinner, hang out with your friends, meet your parents…we won't be able to walk hand in hand at the park, or any of those other things. What we would be doing, is what we're doing now, except of there won't be any hurt feelings involved."
Why were there so many excuses?
"No Orihime. We shouldn't see each other anymore."
I blink.
He said my name.
He said my name.
He never calls me by my name. Never, not even once. Why, why would he call me by my name?
Hope bubbles inside my chest. Excitement builds inside me. I scramble out of my bed, and dive into my closet, grabbing clothes and rushing to my bathroom. I can't believe it took me so long realize this!
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I blow my breath on my hands, warming them up as cold settles deep within my bones. I rub my hands together, and shoved them in the pockets of my black coat, walking back and forth in front of Mr. Kurosaki's house, waiting for him to come home from school. It's five o'clock right now. He should be here already. Although, with it being a Friday, he might have stayed, grading papers.
I go and sit on the stoop for the fifth time since I've been here. I here light foot falls and I scramble back up, my heart racing.
It's him. In a long brown trench coat, untied with a brief case in hand. He looks up and stops when he sees me. His brown eyes widen as surprise colors his face. I can almost hear his subtle intake of air. His hand on his brief case tightens. I smile shyly and give him wave, my heart squeezing tightly.
"What are you doing here?" he asks. I was expecting this question. But I don't answer it.
"You said my name." I say, my heart racing, but I'm sure about this. I've never been so sure about anything in my entire life.
"What?"
"That day in the infirmary, you said my name. You said Orihime."
He shakes his head. "Go home Inoue. It's cold out."
"No." I stand my ground firmly, not giving up easily as I did last time.
"Inoue."
"I'll go home…I'll go home and forget everything about us. I promise, I won't bother you anymore…but first tell me…what exactly are your feelings towards me. How…do I make you feel?"
He sighs. "Inoue-"
"Because you make me feel good. No, you make me feel amazing. And I'm not just talking about the sex, I mean, I feel smart and beautiful, and desired when I'm around you. I'm happy, no, not just happy but elated. I feel feelings that I never knew that I had and when I'm around you I don't feel as if I'm lacking. So, if you inspire some feelings in me, then I know that I have to invoke something in you. So tell me, how do I make you feel? What are your feelings about me?"
"NO!" he growls and I take a step back, my heart pounding and excitement coursing through me. He's not saying anything. "Just go home, we're not going to talk about this, okay!" he tells me sternly. I just move closer to him, staring him straight in his eyes.
"No, not until you tell me the truth. Tell me that you don't feel the same about me as I do you. Tell me that I'm not on your mind, and that you're not happy when you see me."
"Go…home…" he growls in a dangerously low voice. But I'm beyond going home now.
"Tell me that you don't love me." I search his angry brown eyes for answers. "I love you and I want you to tell me that you don't feel the same."
"What did you say?" he asks, anger still bright in his eyes as we stare each other down.
"I said that I love you-"
He grabs the back of my head and covers my mouth with his own, dropping his suitcase as he backs me up against his door, our lips crushing against each other's. He brings his hands up to my face and hold on with both hands, pulling me closer. I grab on to his coat and pull him close, exhaling through my nose. I moan in his mouth, pressing my body closer against his.
Our lips moves against each other's, our tongues dancing. He reaches up and winds his hand in my hair, pulling on the strands, pulling my head back and going deeper into my mouth. His other hand leaves my face and fumbles with his pocket as he takes out the key and unlocks his door, opening it. We tumble inside, falling on the floor.
I land on top of him. Quickly I get up, straddling him, holding his face between both of my hands, licking his mouth, chin and cheeks. His hands moves to my hips and he grounds his against me, hitting my core and making me go insane with want and need. I move my hips along with his, needing his touch, something that I haven't had in weeks. The friction warms me up, as the pressure builds inside of me, delicious pressure that makes me moan out loud, making my hands clutch his body and dig my nails into him.
He flips us over and he's on top, pushing my coat off my sweaty body. He moves my shirt up and yanks it up over my head, running his hot hands over my feverish body. He kisses my chest, kissing the area all around my bra, as his hands runs up and down my torso. I reach up and push his coat off his shoulders and for a few frighteningly cold seconds his hot hand is off my body.
I reach up to his white button down shirt and rip it open buttons flying everywhere. I run my hands up and down his hot chest, feeling his soft smooth skin underneath my hands, his muscles tensing up and quivering beneath my fingers. His own hands slip beneath my bra and he rips it open, not bothering to unclasp it at the back.
He cups my breast, lifting them up and kissing them, making me all tingly and hot. He licks the right one, sucking on it, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as he goes to town on my breast. He slips his hand down to my pants, expertly unbuttoning them and cupping my, hot, wet core. He moves his hand up and down, his finger digging into me. I arch my back, my muscles tensing up and tightening.
I groan, moving my hips in tune with his hand. He moves faster and faster, biting on my nip, pain, coupled with pleasure slicing through my brain. He releases the breast and moves to the other one, starting the process all over again, digging more often into my core, rubbing up against the bundle of nerves. I grab ahold of his shoulders, rolling my hips vigorously against his name, feeling an orgasm on the horizon.
He leaves my breasts alone after giving each one a final bite. He kisses his way down my torso, tugging my pants down along with my underwear. I clench my knees together as he slides the fabric off my body, making me completely nude. He moves between my legs, prying them apart, letting the cold air blow against my hot, moist core.
He places his mouth on me, covering me, sucking on my core. It feels so sinfully wrong, so horrifyingly decadent. I don't want him to stop. I want more, and more. I feel his tongue sticking out and flicking my insides, pressing against my center, my nerves, ceasing all thought within me. I feel the pressure in me, taking me higher and higher until I am warm all over and a mind numbing and it hurts so wonderfully to move.
I lay on the floor, practically paralyzed as happiness settles within me. It's been so long. So long since I had this, so long since this feeling.
I hear the sound of him unzipping his pants and my muscles tense up. He moves and grabs me, lifting me up off the ground and on to his hard shaft. I feel it stretching me open, filing me up entirely. I moan out, a loud, throaty sound escapes me. I hear him grunt as he eases me onto him, my juices from my previous orgasm covering him.
This is the deepest I ever felt him go. My body quivers and trembles. Sweat pours down my face, my head spins. He grabs onto my hips, rolling his into mines, shoving himself further in me. He lifts me up and pulls me back down on him, moving his hips in tune with the motion. He continues the motion, thrusting harder and harder into me. I bounce along his hips, unable to keep up with his motions, I lean against him, holding on, my breast rubbing against his chest, the friction causing unbearable please to course throughout my body.
He moves faster, increasing his pace and ferocity, growling with a carnal sound, igniting hot feelings of warmth and passion in me. The pressure builds again and although it hurts from being so close to my previous orgasm, the carnal desire to come again, the need to be insanely fulfilled with him being inside me rubbing against me, touching every part of me as he rolls his hips over and over and over. I throw my head back, enjoying this feeling. Revealing in all of the sensations that he unleashes on my body. I cry out in broken fragments as he pounds into me, destroying my core, obliterating every conceivable thought, tearing apart my sanity and he shows no mercy.
He throws me on my back, climbing atop of me as he pushes into me. My hands reaches around to his back and dig into the flesh, scraping it, digging deeper and deeper as he goes deeper inside me, holding on to my hips, moving me against the ground growling once more before he comes hot and hard inside me, access spiling out mingling with my own juices as I come to my own orgasm.
His muscles trembles and shake before he collapse on top of me. Breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly in tune with my own. I fight to regain my breath, to regain my train of thought. I can hardly remember why I came here in the first place.
After a few minutes, he lifts himself up and hovers over me, using his elbow for support. I give him a dazed smile, happiness filling me. He smiles back, pushing my hair back from my face. He leans down and kisses my forehead.
"Orihime…"
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