Hey everyone! It took me forever to finish this chapter, but I got it done! I have been so busy lately, but today is my birthday so posting this was one of many gifts to myself!

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Ichigo only stirred a little as the bedroom door creaked open. A thin strand of light shone in his face for the briefest moment before the door clicked shut. She moved slowly in the darkness walking closer to the bed. She stood over him and placed one hand on his chest, running her small fingers across his firm musculature. She bent over and Ichigo's eyes snapped open as her full soft lips enveloped his. Ichigo smiled as she pulled away.

"I thought you would be mad at me," He murmured with a laugh.

"Shh." She pressed one finger against his lips then climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Ichigo reached out to touch her smooth skin, but she pushed his hands away pinning them above his head. She rocked back and forth across his crotch, moaning softly against his lips as she kissed him again. Ichigo drew in a shallow breath. Nothing excited him more than when Orihime decided to take control. He relaxed his arms above his head and decided to let her do whatever she wanted to. He couldn't see in the dark, but he felt her tongue at the base of his throat. She licked a warm trail up to his ear then kissed the corner of his mouth before sliding her lips over his one more time.

Ichigo groaned and bucked against her, his erection rubbing against her inner thigh. He heard her gasp lightly as she kissed him harder. Her hands slid away from his wrists for a brief moment then she reached forward and took hold of them again, but this time she tied his wrists to the headboard of the king size bed. He felt something lacy and soft on his wrists, it had to be her bra.

She trailed soft kissed down his chest and abdomen then stopped once she reached the waistband of his pants. She pulled the zipper down slowly then slid his pants and boxers down just enough to expose his erect member.

Ichigo clenched his fists tight and threw his head back.

"Damn, I need to touch you right now," He whispered. She laughed and he shuddered as her warm breath fanned across his erection. A short gasp escaped him as her tongue encircled the tip. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, before taking all of him into her mouth.

She had managed to tie his wrists together tightly, Ichigo fought against his lace and satin restraints. He wanted to push his fingers through her auburn hair and kiss her full lips. He wanted nothing more than to flip her over onto the bed and please her the way that she was pleasing him. He heard the fabric tear and stopped. Ichigo remembered what happened the last time he tore her undergarments. After promising to replace them and taking her shopping, they were almost thrown out of every department store in town for what his lust inspired in the dressing rooms.

"I'm about to cum babe," Ichigo said through clenched teeth. She moaned and began to suck his member harder and faster. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and let out a loud moan as his orgasm came. She slid up the length of his body and pressed a rough needy kiss to his lips. Ichigo returned the kiss with the same level of passion and intensity. She reached forward and untied his arms. Ichigo sat up immediately and reached out for her, still wanting more. He heard her light laughter as she slid out of his grasp and off the bed.

"You are going to get it when we get home," He said.

"I hope so," her voice was a very light breathy whisper. That was the last thing Ichigo heard before she slipped out of the dark bedroom.

Rukia slammed the door shut with a smile. Her party just seemed a million times better. Rukia walked back into the living room and saw Orihime sitting on a chaise talking to Rangiku and Uryuu. Rukia smiled and licked her tongue across her lips.

She could still taste Ichigo on her lips.

"I didn't notice it before but you and Orihime and practically wearing the same outfit."

Rukia turned around and saw Tatsuki standing behind her.

"Really, I didn't even notice," Rukia said with slight chuckle.

"Hmm," Tatsuki eyed her suspiciously then shrugged. "Coincidence I guess. Well Uryuu and I are about to leave. Tell your brother that we said thank you for inviting us. We had a good time."

"Of course. Get home safely." Rukia watched Tatsuki walk away then walked across the room and grabbed her purse. She stuck her hand inside and felt for the small vial. She had kept it with her at all times waiting for the perfect moment to act. Tatsuki had to be the one. She was far too perceptive and always looking out for Orihime. Rukia smiled to herself and walked over to the bar.

Byakuya was not even in the spacious apartment where the party was being held. He sat on the roof of the building drinking a glass of scotch, neat, as the festivities went on in his loft. He did not care who showed up, what drinks were served or who was waiting to see him. He only wanted to see Orihime. That was the whole reason for the impromptu party. Byakuya was smart enough to know that Orihime would have come to the party just because it was being held for one of her dearest friends. There was no way that she would miss that. And he also knew that she would not leave until she saw him. Byakuya downed the rest of his drink and stood. He stretched his arms high above his head as he stared into the rooftop pool. Byakuya walked to the rooftop entrance and walked down the steps to the third floor. He entered his apartment and nodded a greeting at a few party goers before taking two glasses of champagne onto the balcony. Orihime was standing alone looking out at the ocean. The night was winding down and she was one of the few partygoers left. Byakuya touched her shoulder gently. Orihime gasped and spun around quickly.

"Hi," she said.

"Good evening," Byakuya said, his voice cool and even despite the lump forming in his throat. He eyed Orihime slowly, taking in every curve and contour of her lithe body. She had changed so much in the 18 months that he had stayed away. She was as beautiful as ever, but behind her innocent wide-eyed gaze, he saw maturity that was not there before.

"It took you a while to get here," Orihime commented.

"This party was not for me, I do not think that my presence made a bit of difference to anyone here," He replied. Orihime cast her eyes downward. Byakuya managed a tiny smile. It made a difference to Orihime.

"You look lovely tonight," Byakuya said as he handed her a glass of champagne.

"Thank you. I was a little unsure about the dress though."

"I cannot understand why. You look…" His voice trailed off as he looked her up and down. "Perfect."

Orihime's cheeks reddened. Byakuya reached forward tentatively and stroked his fingertips down her cheek. His thumb lightly grazed her lower lip and he paused. He waited for her to push his hand away or tell him to stop. Instead Orihime just wrapped her small fingers around his wrist and stared up at him, confusion and doubt coloring her expression.

"Why do you make me doubt everything that I know to be true?" Orihime asked gently. Byakuya's fingers slid down to her throat. He touched her lightly, tentatively.

"I have never made you do anything that you don't want to," Byakuya murmured as he took one step forward. Orihime knew that she should have stepped back out of his grasp but she could not find it in her to put any space between them. His fingers slid down to her breasts. Orihime felt as if a jolt of electricity had passed through her body. Orihime finally took a step back and watched Byakuya's hand fall to his side.

"I will go away if that is what you want me to do," Byakuya said after a long pause.

"I don't want you to leave, I just…" Orihime paused. "I love Ichigo."

"You don't sound sure about that," Byakuya commented.

"I do love him," Orihime said in a heated tone.

"But your love for him has nothing to do with your love for me."

Orihime blinked and in that instant, Byakuya appeared before her. He placed his hands on her waist and lowered his face to hers. His soft lips touched her for a brief second. Orihime gasped, but before she had a chance to react, Byakuya released her and walked away. Orihime watched him walk towards the bar and let out a deep shaky breath.

She did not understand why she felt the way that she did about Byakuya. They had not seen each other in so long, that the auburn haired healer assumed that her feelings for him had faded. She would not cheat on Ichigo, she could never do that, not after everything that they had been through together. Orihime frowned. Sometimes she wondered if a shared heartache was enough to keep two people together. Orihime knew in her heart that their relationship was more than that, but still, she could not help but feel let down every time she thought about the fact that she had come so close to destroying herself and all of the people that she cared about because of her feelings for Ichigo.

Just as Orihime forced those thoughts out of her head she felt two strong arms around her waist.

"Stop it," Orihime sighed. She turned around expecting it to be Byakuya and gasped when she saw Ichigo standing behind her.

"Stop what?" he asked.

"Nothing," Orihime murmured. She reached for Ichigo and pulled him towards her. She crushed her lips against his in a desperate attempt at forgetting everything that she had been thinking about.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Ichigo asked as he took a step back, breaking the kiss.

"Let's go home."

The ride home was short. Ichigo and Orihime sat in the limo that Byakuya insisted upon calling for them looking out the moon roof at the stars. The smell of the ocean relaxed the auburn haired healer and calmed her racing heart.

The limo stopped in front of Ichigo's apartment complex and before the driver had the opportunity to open the door for them, Ichigo was out of the limo and opening Orihime's door for her. He practically dragged her up the stairs then slammed her into the door, kissing her lips as he searched his pocket for the keys.

"I could not wait to get you home," He murmured as he slid the key into the lock then turned the doorknob. They stumbled into the living room, Orihime with her arms wrapped around his neck. Ichigo picked Orihime up and sat on the couch with her straddling his lap.

"You seem to be in a good mood," Orihime giggled as she ran her fingers through his hair then kissed him again.

"Well you did this to me. I love it when you take control," Ichigo replied. Orihime pulled away from him and stared at his face in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

Ichigo laughed as he ran his hands up and down her legs.

"Earlier tonight at the party. You know…"

"No I don't"

"You're joking right?" Ichigo searched her eyes for the slightest bit of recognition, but found none.

"No, I don't know what you are talking about."

Ichigo sat in silence for a long while then laughed suddenly.

"I must have had a dream about you I guess."

"That must have been one heck of a dream," Orihime commented.

"Yeah," Ichigo said quietly.

"Well I want to get out of this dress, so why don't you tell me all about this dream and see if we can make it a reality." Orihime took his face in her hands and kissed him slowly. She then climbed off his lap and walked into his bedroom.

Ichigo watched her walk away and shook his head. He knew what happened and he was sure that it was not a dream.

"Who the hell was that?" Ichigo asked aloud. He thought it over for a moment, but did not like any of the answers that he came up with. Ichigo stood and walked into the bedroom. Orihime had stripped down to a strapless black bra and matching panties. Ichigo smiled and forgot about what happened at the party when he noticed that she still had her heels on. Ichigo crossed the room and gripped her hips with his hands.

"Keep the shoes on," He whispered in her ear.

More to come soon! I know this was short, but I thought short was better than nothing! Thanks again for reading and reviewing!