Edit 01/19/22: So, I decided to make this chapter a teeny bit less explicit to match the rest of the story better. Although I'd say it's still fairly explicit. I am planning to migrate my stories to AO3 once I have an account there and I will upload the original version of this chapter there. Thank you so much for all your support so far guys, I'm really amazed by it!
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Chapter 14 – happiness
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The kiss was soft and infinitely gentle. Her imagination had not prepared her for the reality of the action. An intense feeling coursed through her body, starting at her lips and echoing through her every limb until she was tingling all over. She moved her hand to the back of his head, shyly entangling her fingers in his hair and pressed herself closer to him. She ached for more, but he kept the kiss featherlight. Orihime felt him smile against her lips before he pulled back.
A moment passed as they stared at each other in wonder. Then, Orihime broke out into a wide smile.
"Hm, funny, that's exactly what I would've done." She whispered, curling her fingers in his hair.
"Is that so?" He smirked lightly as he brushed his thumb against her cheek.
Orihime didn't bother answering since she already felt him pull her back in.
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This kiss was different. While he'd purposefully tried to keep their very first kiss sweet and gentle, this one started a fire in his stomach. She all but melted into him as he gripped at her waist, pulling her closer. The eagerness of her response caught him off guard, the kiss becoming open-mouthed and hot as their breathing grew more ragged.
It was intoxicating, infuriating, exhilarating and he found himself craving more. Just – more! His date agreed with a whimper against his mouth. One hand tugged at his hair, demanding something from him, while the other ran up and down his back, restlessly, before fisting the back of his shihakusho with a vengeance. Ichigo became frustrated with the amount of fabric between them and started to fumble with the zipper of her jacket. When he finally succeeded to open it, he slipped underneath it, trailing his hand across her sides. The way she clawed at his back and arched into him caused a low growl to rumble from his chest. More!
His hand slid down to her thigh, savoring their softness as his fingertips pushed hungrily into the fabric-covered flesh. Her response was immediate and delicious, her legs entangling in his while her hips rocked forward against him. Pleasure jolted through him at the contact.
Breaking away for air, they stared at each other, panting. Her eyes perfectly mirrored the desire he was feeling, grey orbs swirling with dark lust, sending heat through his veins like a drug.
It took him some heartbeats before he could form a rational thought. He reached out one of his large hands and crashed her head against his chest in an awkward embrace. He swallowed while still trying to catch his breath. "Too fast," was all he got out.
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Orihime was stuck in a daze of pure unadulterated bliss of touches and pleasure, her mind jumbling with incoherent shreds of oh yes and finally and please. A whimper escaped her as his hands grazed up her thigh and her hips bucked into his, involuntarily, causing an unbearable, delightful friction.
He broke away and stared, desire mixing with disbelief in his chocolate gaze. Then, her head was suddenly pressed against his broad chest, immobilized by his strong hand. While the gesture would have caused her to slip into a fit of giddiness any day prior to this one, it made her immensely dissatisfied now. She fidgeted against his grasp. Why would he stop?
His words didn't register.
"Huh?" The syllable was all the coherence her brain could conjure up.
"Too fast." He repeated, panting. "Not here. First date."
His fragmented words were followed by a brief silence, which allowed Orihime to listen to his raging heartbeat where her ear was pressed against his chest. She couldn't help the smile that overtook her face. How very Ichigo of him that he would want to take things slow, most likely for her sake, when he was clearly just as eager to continue as she was.
"Ichigo," she said softly, unaware that she was saying his first name until it rolled off her tongue.
"Do you want to stop? Because I don't."
The grip on her head loosened as he readjusted her so he could look at her. She took in his tousled appearance while he processed her statement, his usual frown deepening as he thought. His shihakusho had come slightly undone, no doubt from all the tugging she had done earlier, giving her a pleasing view of his chest and upper abs where its opening dipped lower than usual. His hair, disheveled in a way that could only be described as a bedhead, somehow added to his sex appeal. She hummed appreciatively to herself.
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Ichigo was having a hard time focusing while Inoue eyed him in a way that somehow reminded him of a cat lazily stretching in the sun. With her flushed cheeks and tousled hair, she resembled a surreal, superhuman beauty. He couldn't quite believe the words that had just spilled from her mouth – her mouth that was red and raw from kissing and was giving him a lot of impure ideas. Hell no, he didn't want to stop! But did she understand the magnitude of her declaration?
"Are you sure about this?" He grabbed her shoulders, needing her to be certain lest he spend the rest of his life hating himself for taking advantage of her. She looked him straight in the eye, sensing that this crucial for the narrative of this night. Calm determination was showing in her grey orbs, her voice unwavering as she spoke.
"I am certain." Then, as an afterthought, she added another sentence, her voice laced with mischief.
"I intend to take this as far as you'll let me."
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Orihime felt her cheeks stretched by her smile as his eyes widened and his spiritual pressure spiked. A second passed before a boyish grin broke out on his handsome face and he stood up from where they had been lying.
Casually reaching out to his Zanpakutou that had been haphazardly lying next to the blankets, he grabbed it and reattached it to its place on his back.
Then, with a speed that gave away the seasoned fighter in him, she was suddenly swooped up in his arms, bridal style, the railcar already turning into a tiny rectangle behind them. Stunned by the sudden action, Orihime threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly in an effort to hold on, feeling every tiny movement from his chest as he chuckled with amusement.
"Kurosaki-kun!" She tried her best to make her voice sound like anything but a squeak but realized she had failed as soon as it left her mouth.
"What are you doing? Where are we going?"
He threw her a reproachful glance. "Back to Kurosaki-kun, are we?" She blushed when she understood his meaning.
"And… Back to your place, where else." A smirk replaced his usual frown, sending her heart into overdrive. He was taking her back to her place. It wasn't hard to guess what they would do there.
Anticipation welled up from her stomach, crawling through her until every nerve ending in her body was driven into overactivity. She had really gotten him this far. And it had only been a few weeks. A proud smile settled on her face as she buried it in his neck. When his reiatsu increased erratically at the touch, a happy realization found its way into her mind: Both his hands were occupied with holding her, while both her hands (and mouth) were free to do as she pleased. Her smile widened.
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Ichigo startled when she shifted in his arms and then cursed inwardly.
What kind of beautiful vixen had his sweet and shy date warped into? Whispering innocent-sounding words into his ear, she had started to place butterfly kisses on his neck, her tender hands roaming across his torso until he was slowly sinking, drowning in an all-too-pleasant haze. Ichigo was helpless against the groan that rumbled from his throat while reason slowly slipped from his grasp.
"Inoue," he uttered. "I kind of need to focus on where we're going."
"Hm…" She hummed against his neck, the vibration going straight to his groin somehow, while her fingers slipped under his shihakusho to trail over his bare chest. "Maybe go faster then," she suggested slyly before resuming her earlier task to lavish his neck with her attention. Well fuck.
It was a herculean effort to refocus his mind on their path through the city. A futile effort, too, he realized when the girl in his arms suddenly found a spot she seemed to like and casually dragged her tongue across it before sucking lightly on the skin.
"Inoue…" His voice came out coarse and shaky.
"Hm, you taste good, Kurosaki-kun," she whispered happily by his ear and damn it, he could not take it.
He executed the movement quickly and deliberately, at the same time as he spoke the word he had grown so accustomed to saying.
"Ban-kai."
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This time, Orihime managed not to squeak when Ichigo suddenly changed her position. Instead, she broke out into an open, hearty laugh when she found herself hauled over his strong shoulder, his hand resting on the back of her thighs. Maybe her teasing had been a little excessive, but once she'd started, she really hadn't been able to stop. His delicious skin, coupled with the sense of power that she was able to distract him so easily, it had just drawn her in.
But she really couldn't blame him for the change, he did have to watch where they were going after all.
Closing her eyes, she relaxed on his shoulder, grin still perched on her face. Her date was maxing out his Bankai speed, she knew it from the way that the environment was reduced to a blur, there was no use in trying to watch her surroundings, it would only make her dizzy. So she just basked in his reiatsu and let anticipation overwhelm her.
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Ichigo cursed inwardly and tried to really focus on getting to their destination safely, but after her soft ministrations his mind was effectively stuck in the gutter, his breathing heavier than was justified by the easy exertion of going fast. The fact that his hand was once more on her thighs did nothing to ease his excitement, on the contrary, he was battling the urge to press strong fingers into velvety flesh, to run them up just a little higher, to provoke her like she had provoked him. Damn it. It was like a dam had broken inside him. He just wanted…- Her. And in what seemed like a funny, implausible twist of fate she seemed adamant to have him, too.
Way too quickly and not nearly fast enough he arrived on her doorstep. In a deliberately slow movement, he lifted her off his shoulder and let her glide down the length of his body until her body found footing again. She stared up at him in wonder while he went back into Shikai.
"That was very fast," she marveled with wide eyes, looking as innocent as he'd always known her to be – until tonight. Her grey eyes darkened briefly when he smirked down at her before she turned around to unlock her door.
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Orihime's body was tingling from her scalp to her toes from the friction of gliding off from her position on his shoulder. He'd done that on purpose, she was sure and she might have pouted about it, had it not felt so ridiculously good. That lazy smirk that adorned his face so frequently of late was turning out to be a tremendous weakness of hers. So hot. Her knees felt shaky as she turned and pushed her key into the lock.
Once inside, she freed herself from her coat -this time without his help- as he watched her curiously from a few feet away. Silence had settled between them, silence charged with thick tension and Orihime's heart was thrumming nervously in her chest. She was just done hanging up her coat, wondering how to initiate what she wanted them to be doing, when suddenly he all but pounced on her, fiercely pressing his mouth to hers, gripping her hips tightly as he backed her against the wall.
The intensity of the sudden onslaught caught her off guard, her knees ready to give out had he not stabilized her with his hard body against the wall. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his hands travel upwards over her sides and then over the insides of her arms as he lifted them above her head, never once breaking away from their searing kiss. With miniscule effort on his side, he trapped her hands there, above her, with one hand, before removing his lips from hers. A disappointed whimper left her mouth at the distance while he watched her with the eyes of a predator. A very sexy predator.
His free hand reached for her neck, gently angling her head backwards and pulling down her turtleneck and before she knew it, he descended on her neck, trailing hot kisses upwards as she writhed and fidgeted beneath him. When he reached her ear, he paused briefly. "Payback is a bitch, Inoue," he whispered huskily, his hot breath on her skin inducing goosebumps to erupt all over her. It was madness inducing, the way her skin prickled from the contact while she was doused in his scent and his reiatsu, she needed to touch him, but he firmly held her in place.
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Ichigo had watched her slip out of her coat, the irrational hope that she would take off more than that whispering obnoxiously in some dirty part of his brain, while he pondered on how to proceed. The way she had been able to tease him until he was a horny mess had him aghast – and wondering if he could do the same to her. It was almost too easy to trap her against that wall, her body yielding willingly under his strength.
"I- Ichigo, please," she panted, and he let go of the skin that he'd been nibbling on, feeling a mixture of pride and guilt upon seeing the bruise he'd left. Lifting his head, the sight of her had his blood rushing straight to his groin. The way she was sprawled against the wall, cheeks flushed and her breasts heaving from her ragged breaths made it painfully difficult not to pounce her again right there, but the dark look in her eyes stopped him.
Somehow understanding what she wanted him to do, he released her hands, never taking his eyes off her. He stood hypnotized as he watched her actions, granting her free reign for the moment. She lowered her hands to his chest, exploring, leaving burning trails of need on his skin before she slipped under his clothes and pushed the offending fabric off his shoulders.
Taking in his topless form, her tiny tongue unconsciously darted out to wet her lips as her tender hands ran across his chest, then his abs and Ichigo couldn't help but smirk pridefully at her open appreciation of his body.
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Orihime was mesmerized by the endless planes of smooth skin that stretched across his perfectly sculpted muscles. How often she had dreamed of this, and yet none of her dreams had come close to capturing the reality of the matter, the sheer perfection that was his body.
Electricity coursed through her when she touched his chest, gliding her hands across the ripples of his abs before returning to upwards.
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Ichigo cursed inwardly as he watched her. The slow sensuality of her touches made him burn as she ran her hands upwards again, fingernails scraping lightly across his skin, before she applied light pressure to his chest, backing him up until they reached her couch. He growled through his teeth when she gave him a small push and he pulled her down to the couch with him, capturing her lips again in another soul crushing kiss.
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It was like a switch had been turned, the sensual pace from before forgotten and discarded as they groped at each other frantically. Orihime sank into a daze of touches and kisses and moans and before she knew it, he had flipped them over gracefully and she found herself writhing and whimpering beneath him. His thumbs were trailing lightly over the underside of her breasts, unknowingly teasing, and she pushed herself into him until he growled and started to tug at her dress, eager to reduce the amount of fabric between them. She helped him readily. Her breath caught in her throat when he stared at her in absolute wonder. Then it left her in one slow moan when the hot skin of their bare upper bodies touched as he conquered her mouth once more in a kiss that left her brain a befuddled incoherent mess.
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Breaking the ferocious kiss, Ichigo paused to take her in. Miles of unblemished, creamy skin stretched out before him in gentle curves. The dark green lacy bra she was wearing, almost spilling over with supple flesh, did very little to hide the location of her hardened nipples. Ichigo gaped at her, restraining himself, committing her almost poetic image to his memory until the need grew unbearable and he was scorching from the inside. She stared up at him through half lidded eyes, still panting, and gave him the tiniest of nods at his questioning glance.
Lifting his right hand, he trailed his fingertips over smooth skin along the brim of her bra, softly, almost afraid to bruise the tender skin, as he watched her reaction closely. With a sharp inhale, she arched into the touch and instinct overtook Ichigo.
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Orihime's head lolled back on its own accord when he traced his thumbs over her nipples through the fabric. The raw feeling of the lacy material against her along with the fact that this was Ichigo touching her made her shiver with pleasure. Apparently viewing her exposed neck as an invitation, he delved down to place hot sloppy kisses on it, slowly meandering downwards until he reached the rise of her cleavage where he slowed down to an agonizing unhurriedness, all the while still caressing her nipples. And it was too much, too much and not nearly enough and as Orihime had no idea how to solve that paradox, she just buried her hands in his hair.
He grinned up at her in a smug way when a whine escaped her, causing her cheeks to heat at this display of male pride. She had no time to dwell on the fact, though, her mind blanking when he pushed aside the cup of her bra. Slowly dragging his tongue over the newly exposed skin, he rolled her nipple between two fingers in some sort of torturous fulfillment that echoed through her body in sweet, sweet torment.
He hummed contently as his mouth closed around the peak of her breast, the vibration running down through her body until her toes curled involuntarily. It was maddening, the way he played her body like an instrument, making Orihime wonder how he had achieved such skill. The question quickly lost relevance when he scraped his teeth along the oversensitive skin he was toying with, the knot in her belly tightening until it pained her, only to have electricity jolt through her when her hips bucked into his, her center meeting his arousal to create unbearable delicious friction. He groaned at the touch and she repeated the action.
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Ichigo didn't know how much restraint he had left when she squirmed and whined under his touches like that. Fuck. Trying to distract himself, he looped one of his arms around her, changing their position easily until she was in his lap, straddling him and giving him access to the bra clasp on her back. His breathing grew erratic as he fumbled with the contraption of hell, since Orihime exploited his distraction viciously by showering his neck and shoulders with hot kisses, tongue and scraping teeth. A low growl rumbled from his chest. Encouraged, her focus wandered lower and lower. When her hands reached below his navel, Ichigo paused in his efforts of opening her bra to catch her hands with his.
"Not yet," he groaned in response to her confused expression, submerging her in a fiery, distracting kiss that made her whelp in surprise. The unbelievable responsiveness of her, the way her body was so pliable and soft under his touches and returned them with fervor was addictive and although it was his first time of doing any of this, something told him that the chemistry between them was far above what could be expected for any sexual encounter. Resuming his earlier task, he trailed his hand up from the small of her back, this time succeeding to unclasp her bra on the first try.
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Orihime briefly forgot how to breathe as she felt her bra loosen. He slid the straps down her shoulders until the piece of clothing slipped off. For the first time she felt some embarrassment about what they were doing. As if sensing her urge to cover herself, he took hold of her wrists and gently held them, while he took in her exposed breasts in a way that had her heart beating in her throat.
"Fuck, Hime," he breathed. Two words of blatant admiration that were enough to make her dizzy.
He seemed to realize her self-consciousness, lifting one of her wrists and placing light kisses on the inside of it, trailing up her arm as if aiming to pacify her, while never taking his eyes off her heaving curves. Her eyes fluttered shut as the sensation washed over her.
And then suddenly, the urgency was back. Lost in a sea of hands and feelings and the overwhelming, intoxicating attention he was giving to her breasts, leaving her to deal with sensations she'd never experienced before, Orihime clawed at his back as her hips took to grinding against him on their own accord.
Pleased to discover the evidence that he was just as excited as she was, she realized quickly how good it felt to rub herself against his length, each movement a small explosion of feelings, only improved by the low moans her counterpart produced at them. She wanted to keep doing that, white light filling her brain up further and further as she moved, but he abruptly got up. Lifting her effortlessly with two hands on her thighs while she held onto his neck, their centers collided with each long stride he took towards her bedroom.
Quickly, she found herself on her back in her bed, Ichigo stalking towards her with a hungry look on his face. Then, he was above her, working his way down her belly, leaving kisses in his wake. He dragged his tongue along the hem of her tights, before he slipped his fingers inside of them, throwing her a look that asked for permission. She granted it, breathlessly, and he dragged them down, leaving her bare except for her panties, quivering with excitement.
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Ichigo's breathing shallowed as his eyes first fell on her silky, rounded thighs, making him wonder how every first they conquered could be better than the last, heightening his desire until his hunger for her coursed through his body in hot waves. Lowering his fingertips to her thighs, he watched as she arched her back at the contact. Traveling upwards, he danced across the velvety surface, before finally pushing her thighs apart just enough that his head had room between them, hungry to sample the mesmerizing skin on the inside of them.
The noise that she produced as his mouth descended on the tender flesh pushed his heart into a frenzy. With that deep, low whimper of pure need, she fisted at his hair, tugging him upwards, before attacking him with her mouth, ravenously, her legs wrapping around his waist and her hips bucking up into him helplessly.
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Orihime didn't know what overcame her, but the moment his mouth grazed across her thigh, the feeling that had been building inside of her reached an intensity that completely overwhelmed her, creating an urgency inside her that was near impossible to bear. Catching him in a scorching kiss, she started to tug at his pants frantically.
"Ichigo…" His name left her mouth like a plea and he complied readily, losing his pants before crashing back upon her in a wave of hot skin and hard muscles. And then suddenly, his hands were back on the inside of her thighs, teasing upwards mercilessly until they reached the only fabric that was still separating them.
Carefully, tenderly, his strong fingers stroked across her center, heat erupting with every touch, reverberating through her body like sonar waves. She was fidgeting, quivering, small, desperate noises passing her lips completely unchecked, as he pushed the fabric aside and gently pushed his fingers between her wet folds. He found a rhythm, methodically working her pleasure as she whimpered, before slipping one finger inside of her.
Orihime gasped at the entrance.
She was at the brink of something, unknowing what it was, she pushed towards it, moving mindlessly against his hand. In a delicious stretch, he added another finger, while his free hand roamed across her skin leaving fire in its wake, before pushing down on the bundle of nerves at the very apex of her sex.
And suddenly, she shattered, the twist in her belly uncoiling and she saw white light as waves of intense pleasure rocked and convulsed her body, her core clenching and unclenching around his fingers.
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Ichigo was awestruck as he watched her come apart underneath him. Pride and arousal coursed through him as she opened her eyes to look at him, eyes clouded with lust and disbelief. In a torturously slow fashion, her tongue moved out to wet her lips as she regarded him from below her lashes. He might have chuckled at her wantonness had he not been utterly consumed with restraining himself, a feat that became impossible when her small hands left the place on his back they had been clawing to travel to his front, timidly tracing her small fingers across his length from the base to the tip. Fuck. Fuck! He needed release and fast.Once more, he caught her hands, placing a gentle kiss on her left palm before he let go of them again.
His eyes asking permission once more, he moved to remove her panties, and she lifted her hips willingly to help him. His heartbeat resounded deafeningly in his ears as he crawled above her. A shiver went through his body as his tip first came in contact with her wet heat, all instincts urging him to plunge inside her and just fuck her senseless, but he stopped himself.
Propping himself up above her, he caressed her face that stared up him questioningly.
"Hime, are you sure about this? It's not too late to stop." His voice came out coarse and breathless.
A tender smile flashed across her face before it warped into a mischievous expression. She didn't answer but grabbed his hips and shifted around until he pressed firmly against her entrance.
His restraint was wearing thin at the touch, but he still halted himself.
"I need a verbal answer, Hime," he growled through his teeth.
She rested her hands on the back of his neck, one thumb trailing over his jawbone, before placing a light kiss to the corner of his jaw, right below his ear and he tensed. The woman was going to be the death of him. Then, her voice emerged, low and huskily right by his ear.
"Do it, Ichigo, I want you to."
Her permission was all he needed to finally let go, and he pushed forward, easing himself into her until he felt the barrier inside her break.
Just pure. Pleasure. No other words could describe the feeling of her around him in a snug fit. He stilled, bearing the chaos inside him that told him to move damn it, until her distorted face relaxed.
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Orihime gasped at the painful intrusion, her pulse hammering in her ears like a drum. It was a strange sort of pain to be stretched like this from the inside, but she was sure it would pass and so she clenched her teeth as she waited. Sensing her distress, Ichigo leaned down and covered her face in butterfly kisses, tickling and distracting her until a giggle escaped her throat.
He smiled down at her.
"You ok?"
A wave of endearment surged through her at his concern for her, she couldn't help but beam at him while she nodded. In an effort to convey her feelings, she pulled him down again to capture his mouth in a deep, slow kiss, and then suddenly, it felt good. He rocked into her gently, hitting a chord that vibrated through her entire body until she felt it in her fingertips. He repeated the movement and her insides flipped, causing a happy gasp to tumble from her mouth.
At the next thrust, she met him half-way, making a low groan rumble from his chest, his reiatsu raging around them violently. As he picked up his pace, each push fanning the flame that was burning in her center, she reveled in the overwhelming plurality of the sensory onslaught, the feeling of his hot skin inside and around her, taut muscles moving above her gracefully, his masculine, earthy scent, the sound of their gasps and pants as they crashed into each other like addicts.
Once more she felt herself nearing that peak, her nails digging into his back, some mindless plea for him to go faster falling from her lips without her consent, but he complied with a passion until the blinding white light filled her brain up once more and she was helpless against the ecstatic cries she produced.
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Ichigo cursed inwardly as she pleaded for him to go faster, all too willing to do her bidding, as the feeling of her around him erased all thoughts from his mind but that goal that he was racing towards. His groans mixed with her small whimpers and pants in the air, increasing in frequency and desperation until suddenly, she shattered once more, squeezing and clenching around him, nails digging into skin and fingers tugging at his hair. And in a violent effort he tried to carve it all into his memory, from the euphoric expression on her face to the bounce of her breasts as she convulsed and shook, down to the way her heated skin moved around him, before he finally followed her over the threshold of ecstasy.
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They were lying on their sides, facing each other. Their breathing had slowly become less labored, fatigue overcoming them as he rolled off her for fear of crushing her with his weight. One of his hands rested comfortably on her hips now in a possessive gesture that filled Orihime's chest with a fuzzy feeling.
They lay there for a while, with wide eyes and timid smiles, trying to comprehend what had happened. I actually seduced him... We had sex. I can't believe it… Tatsuki is going to be so mad. Orihime giggled at the voice in her head. She was filled with a blissful satisfaction that could not be muted, even by the possibility of her angry best friend. She sighed happily. Then a realization popped up in her head.
"Kurosa-" He raised a reproachful eyebrow at her and she hurried to correct her mistake.
"Ichigo-kun." It felt wrong and right at the same time, but before she could debate which form of address she preferred, the small, sincere smile he rewarded her with quickly rendered the discussion moot. Gah, he was so handsome. And he was here with her, in her bed. Naked! She gushed happily in her mind before returning to the conversation at hand.
"Ichigo-kun, I believe you still have one question left from our game."
"True…" His mouth twitched, before he rolled onto his back, raising his finger to his chin in an exaggerated imitation of her. ""Hm… Only one more. Then I better make it a good one," he cooed, obviously trying (and failing) to copy her characteristic way of speaking. She swatted at his hand as a mock-indignant expression spread across her face.
The sound of his low chuckle filled the room, and as if that wasn't enough to make her heart flutter, he looped one arm around her and pulled her close to him, so her body was squished against his, with her head resting on his chest once more. "I have a question alright," he whispered before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
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"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes!" She exclaimed immediately and excitedly, lifting her eyes to look at him with her head reclining so quickly that he failed to dodge. It collided painfully with his nose. He closed his eyes as a jolt of pain swiftly traveled through his body before ebbing away. Damn, her head is hard. The woman who'd just agreed to be his girlfriend seemed to forget that he was used to different levels of pain as she was gushing over him, flailing around the bed, and apologizing repeatedly at light speed. He watched her in amusement (and appreciation, she was still naked after all) for a second before he decided it was enough and grabbed her by her arms, interrupting her flapping.
"Hime, I'm fine," he assured her calmly. His words took a few seconds to register but then she relaxed in his grasp and a pretty blush covered her cheeks.
"So…," Ichigo remarked casually, while he coaxed her back into a cuddling position. "Does that mean that I'm your boyfriend?"
"Ichigo-kun, you only get one question per turn, remember," she evaded his question teasingly, but then broke out giggling when he poked at her waist in retaliation. Her perfect, tiny, naked waist. A pleasant tingle ran through his body at the thought.
"Yes, I would suppose that is what it means," she replied then, more seriously, but with a smile embellishing her beautiful features. Ichigo felt his own lips curve upwards as he began trailing his hand up and down her waist. He decided that he very much liked the activity. She seemed to have found a new hobby of her own as she began tracing circles on his chest again in tender movements.
"So…" she spoke in a tone that he recognized by now as fawned innocence.
"What do you think Soul Society would say if they knew you used your Bankai to have sex sooner?"
The beam that she directed at him was blinding, rendering him helpless against the warm feeling that spread through his chest. An open, joyful laugh escaped him at her question as he pulled her closer, needing to show his affection somehow.
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Orihime was sure that this was the epitome of bliss. She listened to the rare sound of his laugh as he squeezed her tightly.
And she basked in his reiatsu which surged around them in gentle waves, calm and vibrating with something that she had never felt in it before. She closed her eyes and sighed contently. It felt happy.
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A/N: This is it. I can't believe it's over. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Once again, there is going to be an epilogue, so keep your eyes open for that, but it's just going to be a humorous little thing.
One more thing: Some of you may have noticed that they didn't use protection. Before you flame, I did not forget about it and I am for sure not promoting unsafe sex. (Use condoms, kids!) It will be explained in the next chapter. 😊
If you have any questions (concerning the story or otherwise), I'd be happy to answer them, maybe I'll even incorporate the answers in the epilogue, so don't hesitate to ask.
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