Ok so I was away for too long but now I'm back! I had so much going on (I still do, but darn it a girl needs to indulge her hobbies!) but I finally got a little peace so here I am
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and please review I really want to know what you guys think!
Domino and Antoinette strolled Eternity's Square holding hands. It took days for the pair to actually leave his apartment, but once they did, they held onto each other as if their relationship had begun years ago. Antoinette looked up at Domino as they stopped to wait for the light to be in their favor. She had desired his beauty for as long as she had known him.
His smooth honey colored skin, golden eyes and taut musculature had attracted most if not all of the women in their world, but Antoinette had always seen more than that in the young incubus. She knew that Domino needed love as much as she did and despite what their nature dictated, he had a pure heart.
The light turned green and Domino gripped her hand a bit tighter as they crossed the street. They walked slowly towards their destination. The portal into the human world was just a few short blocks away from his apartment, but they had stopped at every vendor and storefront, just to look around. Antoinette understood why. There was a good chance that Destra would find him and kill him. They both knew that but neither one of them were willing to let their fantasy of a life together, come to an abrupt if not violent end.
Antoinette spent days in his arms, making love to him, touching him in ways that no other woman had. She sensed the hesitation in him when she kissed him, when her slender fingers caressed his skin. He was not used to a tender touch. Most men in her world did not understand affection. Every sexual encounter was to serve a purpose. If it were not for the sake of reproduction then it was meaningless, unless one of their kind needed to exert their power over another.
Antoinette never understood why things had to be that way, but more importantly, she never understood why she was the difference. She had always wanted more than that. If she were raised in the human world than her desires would be normal if not expected. She did not know much about the human world but she did know that woman were expected to settle into a comfortable and happy relationship and have children. Antoinette sighed. She would never have those things.
"Something bothering you?" Domino asked gently. Antoinette shook her head rapidly and smiled.
"I was just lost in thought," she replied.
"You seem to do that a lot."
"You noticed that already?"
"I may have just taken you to my bed, but I have always noticed you. You always seem to be deep in thought, as if everything around you is of no importance."
"Not everything," Antoinette murmured as she stared at his strong chiseled profile. She wanted to commit the smooth planes of his face to memory, just in case he did not return. They turned down a familiar street and were immediately met by darkness.
"The portal to the human world is here," Antoinette said quietly.
"Yeah," Domino managed to whisper. He turned to look at Antoinette. Her skin was pale almost silvery in the moonlight and something about her seemed so different. He felt her ethereal essence as it reached forward and turned the dark stagnant air around them into an ever growing black hole. Antoinette turned her ice blue eyes on him once she was finished.
"You can go now," she muttered weakly.
"Yeah," Domino said again. He took one step in the direction of the black swirling hole that would take him to the human world. He turned around suddenly and took Antoinette in his arms. He wanted to kiss her, taste her lips one last time, but he refused. A long lingering kiss would have meant goodbye. Domino pressed his lips to Antoinette's cheek and forced a smile.
"Any parting words?" he whispered.
"Don't die on me," she replied. Domino laughed as he passed his fingers through her raven colored hair.
"I'll see you soon." He took a step back then turned on his heels and faced the portal. Domino took a deep breath, exhaled slowly then stepped through.
Antoinette watched as the portal shrank then closed. She let out a sigh of relief then sank to the ground, her knees falling into a mud filled puddle. She heard no screams of pain as he passed through, that was a good thing.
When an incubus passed into the human world, it was a painful process and the thought of Domino suffering was more than the raven haired succubus could stomach.
Antoinette pressed her hands into the ground as tears began to fall from her eyes. She moved to wipe them away just as her cell phone rang. She dug it out of her back pocket, hit the talk button and pressed the phone to her ear.
Master Kain tapped his index finger against the dark polished mahogany wood tabletop as he waited for Antoinette to answer the phone. He exhaled slowly and smiled as he heard her shaky voice on the other end.
"Hello," Antoinette said, her voice just above a whisper.
"Antoinette." Kain said, his voice smooth and cold.
"Yes, my lord," Antoinette said. He heard the fear in her voice with every word that she spoke. The thought of her trembling at just the sound of his voice left him feeling more aroused than he could have ever imagined.
"You have been away for far too many days. Return to the house at once."
Kain hung up and turned around in his seat to face the large bay window behind his desk. The night sky was cloudless and illuminated by tiny white stars. Kain stared up at them lovingly, almost affectionately. He appreciated the darkness of the night and the solitude. In his mind, everything was beautiful when partially hidden by shadows. Kain closed his eyes.
Everything was falling into place the way he had expected it to and that fact troubled him greatly. His astute mind always allowed for a back up plan. Antoinette would do everything that he couldn't do himself. Kain leaned into his chair and looked up at the moon.
"Tell me about Orihime," Dr. Mathias Jones whispered in Ichigo's ear. The orange haired shinigami's eyes rolled to the left then downward. His mouth fell open for a brief moment before his response came.
"What do you want to know?" Ichigo rasped. Mathias laughed and pulled up to his full height. He rounded his desk and sat down in his cushy office chair. As usual ichigo had fallen so easily into a trance. Mathias smiled and leaned into his chair.
"How does she feel in your hands when you touch her? How does she respond to you?"
"She feels soft and warm. When I saw her last night standing in my bedroom, I…I," ichigo stopped short and closed his eyes.
"She was in your bedroom," Mathias said in his precise tone.
"Yeah. We came back from this bullshit party and I thought we were going to get into another fight," Ichigo replied.
"And why is that?"
"Because I got drunk at the party, like really drunk and really pissed off. So I went to sleep it off in the spare bedroom and I could have sworn she came in and went down on me." Ichigo opened his eyes. His pupils were dilated so much so that only a thin strip of amber was visible.
"Did she?"
"Orihime said no, but I remember it happening, I didn't make it up."
"Then if it was not her..." Mathias allowed his voice to trail off. Ichigo looked him square in the eye. Even in his altered mental state, he could still recall his memories of the night before. He saw a silhouette in the doorway. The woman that he wanted to believe was Orihime stood with her back turned to him for a brief moment, but that was long enough for him to know that something was wrong. Her hair was pinned up, just as Orihime's had been and the dress that she wore clung to her body, but it was not Orihime. Ichigo shuddered. He did not want to think about it.
"I don't know. I don't want to talk about it," Ichigo waved his hand dismissively and looked down at the floor.
"So tell me what happened when you entered your bedroom," Mathias persisted.
"I walked into my bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me. Orihime was standing near my dresser threading her long slender fingers through her copper colored hair. I could tell that she was singing a song in her head because her hips moved from side to side in some rhythmic fashion.
Normally that would not have aroused as much desire in me, but she happened to only be wearing a pair of tiny black panties and the matching bra. I bit down hard on my lower lip as I noticed the high heeled black pumps she was wearing. Orihime almost never wore heels so this was a pleasant surprise. I just stared at her as she shook her hair out then pinned it up, like she knew I was watching her. That's the funny thing about Orihime. She does the sexiest things without even realizing it." Ichigo laughed as he rubbed his fingers across his chin.
"I spent most of the night drink and pissed off, but every time she walked past me or gently touched my arm with her thin fingers, I thought about grabbing a fistful of her hair and crushing her full lips against mine. I wanted nothing more than to slam her into a wall and show her how much I wanted her, in front of every pretentious asshole at that party. I could not wait to get the hell out of there.
Ichigo paused and ran his fingers through his hair.
"So when you saw her in your bedroom what did you do?" mathias asked.
"I walked across the room and put my arms around her waist, feeling her soft skin against my rough callused hands. She moaned a little bit and leaned into me with her face inclined towards mine and her eyes closed. She was tired. She said that much before turning to face me. Her fingers danced up the length of my arm until she was touching my face. The look in her eyes was gentle yet sobering. She knew I was still drunk but it seemed that she was willing to forgive me. Her fingers slid to the back of my neck and I lowered my mouth to hers.
"The entire length of her body was pressed against mine and I felt her shiver as I unclasped her bra. Her breathing grew somewhat ragged as I nipped at the soft flesh of her throat. Her bra straps slid off her shoulder and I kissed every inch of her skin that the lacy fabric had touched. My hands slid down to her thighs and I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I wanted to take her to the bed but it suddenly seemed too far away so I slammed her into the wall and…" Ichigo paused.
"And?" mathias persisted, growing impatient. He had given the young shinigami credit for his eloquent speech, but waiting for ichigo to tell him everything that he wanted to know had grown tiresome.
"I felt her grind against my erection as she trailed soft kisses down my neck to my chest. I wanted to take my time touching her, I needed to claim every inch of her body as mine. I never think of all of the bad things that she and I have been through together when she is in my arms, thoroughly giving herself to me. I felt her wetness through the thin panties that she wore. I could smell the sweet aroma of her sweat, her hair, her perfume.." his voice trailed off as he threw his head back, his erections straining against the stiff denim of his jeans.
Mathias glanced down and frowned.
"She slid out of my arms and threw herself on the bed wearing nothing but her heels." Ichigo stopped talking again and shook his head, dismayed. "I thought she was finally going to let me sleep with her. the way she looked at me while she trailed her hands across her thighs and stomach."
"You and Orihime have never had sex?" Mathias asked dubiously.
"No." ichigo replied.
"I see." Mathias pressed the tips of his fingers together and leaned into his seat. "Useless. This is an utter waste of time," he muttered. He wanted to be close to Orihime in any way possible. He had hoped to live through ichigo's experiences with the auburn haired healer. Mathias raised one eyebrow and sighed.
"I want you to do something," mathias said.
"What?"
"Do not go back to your apartment on Friday night. Leave Orihime there alone."
Ichigo nodded his head slowly.
"We are done here ichigo kurosaki." Mathias felt the air in the room tremble for a brief moment then ichigo blinked and shook his head, look of confusion creasing his handsome face.
"Our time is up this week ichigo. We will pick up where we left off this time next week." Mathias said smoothly as if they had carried on a regular conversation.
"Yeah sure." Ichigo scratched the back of his head, grabbed his knapsack and left the room, feeling as if he were in a fog.
Mathias smiled to himself as the door to his office slammed shut. Friday was not too far away but he could not wait. Orihime would finally be his.