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"Oh poo..." Orihime pouted as she looked at her slender finger, her heart temporarily dropping with disdain. Somehow she had gotten quite of peanut butter stick to her digit and she didn't know why (although the cause was probably from her wasabi and peanut butter sandwich, more of the latter spread on the pieces of bread than the former.)

"What's up?" Ichigo inquired, glancing over his shoulder and away from his book to look at his girlfriend. She seemed to have crumpled into a small ball and the new mess upon her finger.

"My finger's all sticky," she whined lightly, showing it to him by nearing it to his face. He had to back away a bit otherwise his nose would be covered in the stuff as well.

"Do you need a napkin?"

Shaking her head, a small smile crept to her face as an idea brewed in her head.

"No, I'll just lick it off," she told him as she brought the peanut butter-covered digit to her mouth. Apparently Ichigo had a similar idea as he quickly took her wrist and immediately popped the finger into his own mouth.

A noticeable blush rose to the healer's cheeks from him doing such a lewd, but quite curious, action. And in public no less!

"K-Kurosaki-kun, I-I don't know if this is a good idea..." She mumbled, her eyes never averted his. His amber brown irises flashed a dark color and the girl shuddered with interest. She could feel his tongue running over her skin and the soft flesh of his lips puckered around one of her knuckles. Orihime had to hold back a darker blush and bite her bottom lip to keep from strange noises from escaping.

"K-Kuro... saki..."

Regardless of her small protests, Ichigo continued his small ministrations. Sure, he thought this was sort of a turn-on for himself, but he more or less wanted to tease her. He loved to see her turn that dark red.

Lightly scraping his teeth across the finger in his mouth, he let a small smirk show on his lips as he felt the peanut butter and bit of wasabi invade his mouth. It was an interesting flavor, but he assumed chocolate could be better. After all, it was his favorite taste.

Letting the digit fall from his lips, he looked up at her and grinned.

"Better?"

She could only nod briefly as she turned dark red, soon swiping her finger around the edges of her sandwich again to get more on her finger. It wasn't a second later she shoved the coated digit towards him again with a shameful blush on her cheeks and eyes glancing away.

She was a mixture of shy and coy, and he absolutely loved that about her.

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