Edit 01/07/22 – Don't mind me, I'm just doing some much-needed editing. No new content here.

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A/N: Hey guys, I'm vilevile and I am happy that you have come across this story. I am super late to this fandom. (It kind of breaks my heart because there are so many good stories on here that will never be finished.) I rewatched Bleach recently and since then I have kind of been hooked on IchiHime.

Anyways, I've had this plot bunny in my head for weeks now, so I just decided to put it to paper. I've already written a couple of chapters and with this first one I am just testing the waters. I'm not sure if there are many readers left on here so *please do review* if you enjoyed this and want me to upload more chapters. Otherwise, I just might continue writing it just for myself.

About the story: This is set before the thousand year blood war arc. Ichigo has his powers and the gang is back in school. I don't really like the fullbring arc all that much, so I won't be alluding to it much, but technically it's set after that. Some of you might argue that Orihime is OOC here. Let me tell you why I disagree: She has been in love with Ichigo for ages (CANON woop woop). And, she is a teenager growing into a woman. No way her mind hasn't gone to dirty places regarding her love. Yes, she is depicted as very innocent. But she is still a teenager with hormones. And you know he's very physical, what with all the fighting. So I believe, by the time she's 18 she's not only in love with him but very much has the hots for him. (And who can blame her?)

BTW if anyone (whose native language is English) wants to beta this, just pm me, I'd appreciate it.

Now, without further ado:

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Chapter 1 – Resolutions

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Inoue Orihime was standing in the kitchen when she came to the decision. She was still in her pajamas, holding a cup of black tea and staring ponderingly into space. She really would have expected this decision to come with a loud noise. A crash or a boom or a swoosh or something. Instead, she felt eerily calm.

Maybe because this seemed like the logical continuation. He'd had it coming. And now he wouldn't know what hit him. She would make it so.

Orihime took a sip of her tea as a slow smile began to form on her face. An image of a scowling face covered by spiky orange hair flashed before her eyes. Yes. This was the only logical continuation of what had been building up inside her for years.

She was going to seduce Kurosaki Ichigo.

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40 minutes before, Orihime had jerked awake in her bed. She'd been covered in sweat, panting and with her heart going at a mile an hour. With her skin flushed she had perceived a feeling in her lower abdomen that was almost unbearable. It was hot and heavy, exhilarating and at the same time it hurt. It was powerful. Too powerful.

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She blushed as she remembered the way she had woken up. She'd had a dream. Yet another one of those dreams. Those dreams that felt so incredibly good and at the same time so incredibly… forbidden. They made her being around him very very awkward.

She couldn't quite pinpoint when the dreams had gotten this urgency. It had started out innocently enough. When she had barely begun sprouting female forms, back before any of them had started to think of things like Shinigami and hollows and such. At first those dreams had been sweet, containing movie dates and picnics and whispering sweet nothings and a whole lot of blushing. But as they wrote history in real life, going to soul society and then to hueco mundo and always fighting together, the dreams had picked up their pace.

Holding hands had turned to soft kisses had turned to fierce kisses had turned to touching and oh my god yes. And so, this morning something had snapped inside of her.

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Orihime's eyes flew open. The images of her dream were still fresh before her mind's eye. They had been in hueco mundo. He'd just flung her over his shoulder like sack of potatoes. But from here the story went on differently. He'd carried her to an empty room, and he'd crashed her down on a soft pillowy bed inside that room. Before she could even blink, he'd been above her and he had ripped open that abominable white dress. What he had done next had had her gasping and panting.

And while she was replaying the scene in her head, Orihime closed her eyes shut again. Without ever making the decision to, her hands started to wander, mimicking the strong calloused hands in her dream.

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Orihime turned crimson as she remembered this part. Never had she done anything like that before. She was a good girl. She did her best in school. She was polite and kind to everyone. She tried to always assume the best in people. How in the world had she arrived at this point?

And so, the decision had formed in her head. Orihime wasn't as naïve as most people made her out to be. She knew about the effect her curvy figure had on men. It would have been difficult not to notice, what with all the staring and pointing and all the innuendoes directed at her. She couldn't even count the number of times she'd been asked out by boys and men, much less the number of catcalls she'd received. She just chose to ignore them most of the time. She chose to just view them as friendliness. But that didn't mean that she didn't understand.

Of course, Tatsuki had always tried to shield her from this. And she wasn't the only one. There had been a few times when her male friends like Ishida and Sado had set some unwanted and persistent suitors straight. And then of course, there was Ichigo. The object of her dreams. He had that compulsive need to protect her. He glared at anyone whose gaze rested on her a little too long. She figured that he thought she didn't notice. When she turned to look at him, he was always careful to put on his usual scowl. But she felt his reiatsu flare up. She just knew.

And while she was standing in the kitchen that fateful Sunday morning, a plan began to form in her head. She was smart. She was good in school. She was going to plan this out right. And she knew that for any project, you first needed to do the proper research. She briefly considered asking Rangiku for help. The buxom Shinigami was basically a sex goddess in her eyes. But she quickly dismissed the thought again.

She loved her strawberry blonde friend, but she would enjoy this a little too much. And if Orihime was already embarrassed just thinking about all of this, she knew that talking about it would just leave her a blubbering puddle of embarrassment. Additionally, she kind of wanted this plan to be all her.

Stretching her neck both ways, she decided to get to work. On her way out of the kitchen she threw her brother's picture an apologetic glance. "Sorry, Sora-nii, I don't think you would approve of what I'm planning to do." As she grabbed her tablet and sat down on her futon, she had a slight feeling her life was about to change.

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Across town, there was an orange haired man sleeping in his bed. He was dreaming of a tsunami coming towards him.

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