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*Warning: slight lemon. Slight. I think...*
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previous chapter...
The tension that fell was thick, almost suffocating. I had to mend it. Looking back up, I gave him a fake smile, but he saw right through it. Scowling it me, he ignored the action. Thankful he wasn't going to push the issue any further, so we continued our walk inside.
"After you," Ichigo stepped aside for me.
"T-Thank you," I stuttered not looking at him, quickly making my way inside.
I once again missed the amazing scowl on his sculpted face.
CHP 12
Elevators
Moving into the large building, I followed a few steps right behind Ichigo. I observed the way his muscles along his back and shoulders would move every step he made, how his shoulders were so wide. That's probably why he gives the best hugs…
"Do you want to take the elevator?" Ichigo asked turning to me.
"Sure," I nodded continuing my way.
Pressing the button, we waited.
And waited.
…And waited.
The tension was suffocating me, literally.
But luckily, the ding of the elevator was heard as the doors slid open. Multiple people walked out, so I moved to the side. Can this many people really fit inside of an elevator? They moved between me and Ichigo, I couldn't see him through the crowd and for some reason I began to worry.
"Hime?" He asked reaching over to me, opening my eyes wide, he grabbed onto my wrist and pulled me closer to him. If he didn't stop me, I would've run into his chest.
But I wouldn't have complained.
"I don't want you to get lost;'' he smiled down at me.
His special smile.
The ones he reserved for me, only me.
So I smiled back.
Walking into the elevator, the minute the doors slid closed it was as if something sparked. The tension was back, but a different kind. I wanted to get closer to him, touch him.
Ugh hormones…
Thanking the gods up above, the doors opened up once more allowing us to walk out. I wasn't really paying attention so I didn't know what floor we were on. Once again following Ichigo, except this time I was by his side, he stopped halfway down the hall. Pulling out a key from his pocket, he opened up the room door and moved aside to let me in.
"Why Ichigo, you're such a gentlemen," I teased smiling back at the orange haired man.
"I know," he smirked back at me. "Feel free to hang out, I'm just going to pack a few things. I'll be out in a few."
"Go ahead!" I said shooing him away.
"Ichigo, I'm just going to get some water!" I yelled in his direction.
"Alright!" He yelled back.
Moving across his living room, I noticed all of his little touches. They were just so him. How all the remotes were aligned by size on the coffee table, the curtains never closed allowing the bright sun in. The view was amazing! Assuming we were on a pretty high floor, I stared out the window. I was able to see all of Karakura Town from up here! Everything, well almost everything was color coordinated and plane, nothing to fancy. The room smelled like him, not only the cologne he used that I was so in love with but his own unique smell.
Finally making my way to the kitchen, I also noticed that his apartment was much larger then mine. I don't know where anything is? Not wanting to bother Ichigo, again, (the thought alone had me frowning) I began to look for a cup to use.
Opening the first cupboard nearest to me, I was surprised with what I found.
I-Is that…?
….Red bean paste.
Cans and cans of red bean paste.
Closing the cupboard quickly, I opened another.
Since when did Ichigo like red bean paste?
Finally finding the cups, I filled one up with water and drank the cool liquid. Washing said cup, I waited for Ichigo on his couch. I knew all his furniture was new, but I didn't think it would be this comfortable. Closing my eyes and snuggling into the soft cushions, his scent wafted around me, swarming me. It was like the wind and I aloud it to take me away.
Oh no.
Dr. Unohona warned me about this.
The feelings I could possibly have.
Like a craving.
An addiction.
A need.
Oh god…
May be, if I go home and sleep it off..?
"Ichigo!" I called for him; I didn't mean to sound so …needy? I'd let him continue what he was doing, I could get the grocery's tomorrow, I just had to leave. Before I did something I would not approve of while I was in this state.
"Yeah Orihime?" He swiftly moved out of his room, half dressed. Ichigo you are not helping the situation! "Is something wrong?" He asked moving closer, his worry visible.
I noticed I interrupted him changing for he hand no shirt on, feasting upon the visible skin, I couldn't move my gaze away.
Well, I lied, for it moved further down.
His pants, the ones that hung dangerously low off his hips, were halfway zipped.
Ugh.
Licking my lips, slowly, I forced myself to look up at him.
"Hey," I responded huskily. My body and my brain had a mind of their own, but I didn't care at the moment.
I need him.
Not just physically, but I need him.
All of him.
I didn't know how I managed to keep my distance from him for so long, but at the moment nothing was making logical sense to me.
"Let me help you?" I asked moving closer to him. Like the elevator, the feel of the room changed quickly. It was like static, I needed him, all of him. I wanted to touch him, feel him, his body, his oh so crafty magical hands.
Standing right before him, my hands moved to the zipper on his jeans, not before grazing over his muscular abs. Pulling the zipper up without moving my gaze from his eyes, which were screaming lust, I moved my hands up his hard tan abs.
It's been too long.
Like a hungry lion that was let out of its cage, I pounced upon my prey.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, our lips moved skillfully against each other. Battling-hungrily- for domination, I slowly opened my mouth as our tongues joined the battle. His touch was like an electric current and it left me tingling at the end of every touch. I needed him, I needed to feel him. Running my hand from his neck to his soft hair, I brought it down to the loops on his jeans. His scent swarmed around me once more and I loved it. Tugging on his jeans making my desire clear, he pulled back enough to where his lips were slightly grazing mine.
"Are you sure?" He mumbled against mine, the vibrations awakening something.
Logic, had left me.
A long time ago.
"I need you," I mumbled back, slightly opening my eyes.
As if confirming his next action, he began to hold nothing back. Closing the distance, we continued roaming, tasting, each other. When I moved my hands to feel him once more, he growled a low sound from his throat. It was such a pleasing sound. With one hand in my hair the other traveling across my body, I couldn't help but moan. Loudly.
His skillful ruff hands were so ideal. His long fingers were just too perfect.
Pulling back to take my shirt off I threw it behind me somewhere and continued where we last left off. As our tongues entwined, this time he pulled back. Pecking my lips, he spoke each time he pulled back.
"I want. You now. Orihime." Moving his mouth across my jaw, he left light feather kisses, nibbling his way down to my chest. "If we don't stop now, I don't think I can take you to my bedroom," he whispered into my ear before biting the top. Picking me up, I wrapped my long legs around his waist, moving my lips against his shoulders and neck, I heard him moan. Smiling against his neck, I continued.
"I warned you," he threatened before holding me against the wall. Unhooking my bra, I felt free. As we kissed once more, this time against the wall, my back arched dreamily rubbing my chest against his. A low growl was heard before he brought one of his large hands to my breast. I moaned into the kiss.
Moving my hips against his, I wanted to be with him. To be one. I wanted him to make love to me.
"I want you," he said huskily before bringing his mouth to said breast. Leaning against the wall for support, my legs gripped his waist tighter. I smiled when I felt his erection. As his warm mouth devoured and worked away, occasionally nibbling, one of his hands moved to my other breast.
I bowed and moved to his touches, moaned and screamed his name. I was a puppet and he was the ventriloquist. His long fingers touched, stroked and gently caressed my breast, occasionally moving down- dangerously down to my flat stomach. Bringing my hand to his hair, I massaged his scalp.
So sof-ahhh.
I couldn't even think with him doing what he was doing to me.
"Ichi-," I moaned as he became rougher.
As he began unbuttoning my pants, he set me down. Allowing them to fall around my ankles, he picked me back up and greedily continued. I couldn't help but giggle. Taking his wet mouth off my breast, he moved to the other one. I was so focused on his touch; I didn't notice what his other finger was doing until it touched me –there.
Moaning, he began to rub me –there. Back and forth in circular motions, I had never felt like this. As one of his long fingers entered me, I moaned as he growled. It started off slowly, but quickly escalated.
"Your so responsive and smell delightful," he smirked against my breast.
I responded with a moan.
Closing my eyes and enjoying every touch, savoring the feel, I slowly opened my eyes and tilted my head against the wall.
Opening my eyes, my gaze for some reason moved to the trashcan under the nearby table.
Is that-?
"Stop," I whispered hoarsely. As he removed his fingers and let go of my breast, I took a deep shaky breathe. Pushing him off, I removed my legs from around his waist.
"W-What's wrong? Orihime, I'm so-"
"Stop." I picked up my bra and put it on.
Wiping away the tears that refused to stay put, my gazed lingered on the trashcan once more.
It was filled with used condoms.
Many used condoms.
And I was once again reminded- he's not mine.
Choking, I refused to cry.
He told me he did it with other girls, he admitting to fucking other chicks when we broke up. As I was practically dying in my apartment, he was having the time of his life.
That trashcan was proof of just that.
"Him-"
"Stop, please. Just, please stop!" I picked my clothing up, "Bathroom?" he pointed down the hall. Not looking back, I walked away.
Changing, I looked into the mirror.
I refuse to cry.
But the tears still fell.
Why does it hurt so bad?
Why can't I just accept it's over?
Sighing, I splashed water on my face.
Stupid hormones…
After composing myself, I moved out of the bathroom to the next room. Greeted by a dressed Ichigo, I took a deep breathe.
"Do you have your stuff?"
"Yeah, Ori-"
"Were not doing that again, Please," I broke as I said the last word. Taking a deep breathe and putting a fake smile on my face, I continued. "Can we go to the grocery store?"
"Yeah," he responded guiltily, a travel bag over his shoulders, his other hand holding his books.
As he opened the door for me, I looked back at the trashcan filled with… things.
This time, he saw where I looked. Not looking at him, I made my way out of the room and walked in front of him. Wiping a tear away, I missed his face pale, I missed him hit a near-bye wall; I missed the train of curses that fell from his lips.
He doesn't love me.
The trashcan proved it.
You don't hurt someone you love!
Because even if he did love me, he has an awfully funny way of showing it.
Dismissing the thought, we entered the elevator.
There was no static feeling this time.
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Hmmm... so his apartment. Your thoughts?
How will the trip to the grocery store go? Will Hime's family see past their facade? Who's Yoruichi's 'friend'. How awkward will sharing a room be? Is what Orihime thinks of Ichigo true, he doesn't love her...?
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