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That night Ichigo touched me until I became a sensitive lump of nerves.

He gave me massages all over, except the two places where I wanted him to touch, the places that burned for him the most.

He avoided up there and down there-if you know what I mean- in favor of searching out all the erogenous spots on my body. And boy did he find them. He stuck to his lesson plan though. Through it all he kept asking me questions about myself.

What I liked.

What I didn't like.

My favorite color.

Places I wanted to go.

And I'd answer him in embarrassing squeaks or moans, completely unable to help myself.

Through it all though, I noticed that he rarely said anything about himself, the answers to the questions I have him were vague and then he'd quickly change the subject.

Closed book much?

I wasn't really given a chance to think much on it though, he rubbed a spot that had me shaking like a blob of jello.

Time seemed to blend into itself and to tell the truth, I can't even tell you when I fell asleep.

I can tell you however, about when I woke up. Thursday morning, 8:00am.

My skin felt tingly and I was warm. Really warm. Slowly but surely my mind was starting to register my surroundings. And the hand that was currently wrapped around my waist in a vice grip.

Oh. Ichigo must have stayed the night then.

I shut my sleepy eye and snuggle closer to his warm body. Apparently I snuggled too close because the next thing I knew I was being...poked. By something really hard. That wasn't his knees or elbow because I could feel where those were. Immediately my eyes shot open and I was wide awake. Then came the icing on the cake- I rolled straight out of bed and landed on my buttocks. I cried out from the shock of it and heard a grunt from the bed above me.

Well I guess we were both awake now.

A messy mass of orange hair hovered over the edge of the bed, looking down at me in confusion.

"Orihime, what are you doing on the floor?"

"I-You-you poked me!" I squeaked out. Why was I blushing?

His brows furrowed sleepily.

"How the hell would I poke you?" he asked.

He really shouldn't talk in the morning. His voice was making me...tingle. In strange places.

"You know...with your thing," I said quietly.

The look of realization on his face was priceless, and a slight blush appeared on his face but it quickly morphed into a blasé one.

"What did I tell you about using proper words?" he asked sternly.

"To use proper words?"

"There we go. So use them."

I just stared at him. There was no way in hell that I was going to use...those words.

He climbed out of the bed and headed for the bathroom.

I got off the floor, wincing slightly and grabbing my bra, quickly slipping it on.

I shivered at the feel of the material against my skin.

Well was thing was for sure about the stories that surrounded Ichigo.

He had magic hands.

My body still felt like jelly and I felt no kinks or knots as I walked towards the fridge and pulled out my usual bowl of strawberries and this time nutella for breakfast. I supposed if he wanted something to eat he'd be able to help himself. I knew for a fact that he didn't trust anything I made. I'd long since given up on offering him any of my meals, the only person that would share with me was Rangiku.

He stepped out the bathroom and I stepped around him and into the bathroom to freshen up. No way was I going to do the morning after thing with morning breath. I quickly scrubbed my teeth, washed my face and did a pit check before stepping back into the main part of my flat. I found him on my rug, eating a banana.

"So," I asked, getting my strawberries and nutella and sitting beside him, "did I pass?"

He looked at me from his peripherals and nodded.

"I'd say it was a huge success, I give it an A"

I smiled and did a tiny victory dance on the inside.

"So...sensei, what's lesson two?" I asked, biting into my nutella covered strawberry.

He leaned into me, his lips just a few centimeters away from mine and then he breathed one word.

"Kissing."

Then let's get on with it then!

"W-what am I supposed to do?" I asked, biting my lip.

His hand reached up to my mouth and pulled the abused flesh from between my teeth and replacing it with another strawberry.

"You won't know that until your next lesson Hime, and that's tomorrow."

No! Kiss me now! I almost shouted out my need but I thought against it.

Good things come to those who wait right?

I could wait.

Ichigo left not too long after eating nearly half my fruit stock. Before he left he pulled me on for one of those hugs again and a lingering kiss on the cheek.

"See you later?"

"Y-yes. Have a nice day...Ichigo."

He left, closing the door and standing at the door, waiting for me to lock it as per. When I heard him walk away, I headed for the shower. The hot water droplets did nothing more than make my sensitive skin feel even more sensitive and soon I had to get out from all the feeling. I got dressed and sent a text to Nel and Tats, telling them to meet me in the library. I was going to skip out today's lecture in favor of completing an essay that was due for later this evening. It wasn't that I'd left it for last minute, it was just that my mind had been so...Ichigo-centered lately I'd kinda sorta placed all my school work on the back burner and I can't afford for that to happen. That would mean losing marks and falling behind and being kicked out and then I'd be on the streets and then-

"Earth to Orihime!"

I jumped and turned to see Tatsuki looking at me with a worried look on her face.

I blushed, knowing instantly where her mind had gone to.

"What in the world was going on in your head a while ago?" she asked genuinely curious as she hugged me. I shrugged and we made our way to the library.

"Nothing really, nothing at all,"

"Was it him?" she asked.

"For once, no it wasn't," I replied, giving her a tired look.

She shrugged and we continued on our way.

"So how was it then?"

"Good. Really good. I'll tell you when we get in the library."

"Okay, Nel's having kissy time with her brute boyfriend and she said she'd meet us in a bit," said Tatsuki. I nodded absently in response. Knowing Nel and Grimmjow, they wouldn't be surfacing for air for at least 45 minutes to an hour.

When we got to the library we sought out the most secluded area we could find and as soon as we sat I started to tell Tatsuki the details. I'd tell Nel later, I couldn't possibly hold it in any longer.

By the time I was done Tatsuki's jaw was hanging so far I was surprised it didn't fall to the ground.

"So how do you feel now?" she asked, pulling out a packet of skittles.

"I feel really lax. It felt great having him touch me like that. I can't wait for my second lesson," I said blushing a little.

"And what's that about? Is it the same touching or is it something different?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Kissing,"

Tatsuki choked on her sweets and I had to get up and slap her on the back to get it from her throat.

"Kissing?! Already?!" she gasped as soon as she felt she could breathe okay again.

"To be fair I thought he was going to last night. I was dying for him to do it," I said, scribbling some notes onto a sheet.

"I bet you were," she said with a smirk on her face, "I'm surprised you didn't rape him in there,"

"T-Tatsuki! Don't say stuff like that!" I chastised her, the flush on my face now in full blown effect.

"It's true though, I'm only saying what you won't" she laughed.

I felt like banging my head against the table.

That's it. This is the end of me telling her any of the stories of what happens when Ichigo comes over. "So did you touch his di-"

"Oh my days Tatsuki no!" I hissed out under my breath. I knew that if I was too loud that bat crazy librarian would appear around the corner and shoo us out, and the resources I needed were here so I couldn't afford to be kicked out.

"He's acting really saint like with you," she mused, popping more sweets in her mouth.

"Who's acting all saint like with who?" came Nel's childish voice. We looked up at her and smiled to her in greeting.

"I was just talking to Orihime about her little tutoring session with a certain someone last night said Tatsuki.

"Ohmigod! Spill the beans and leave absolutely nothing out," said Nel, sitting in one of the chairs and folding her legs on them. I closed by book and shoved it to the side.

At this rate, no work was going to be done anyways.

As soon as my paper was handed in I found myself in my flat and face down on my bed. I was too tired for this. Too tired to shower. Too tired to even gouge on the immense amount of chocolate mousse I have in my fridge.

Just tired. I closed my eyes. Just a one minute break.

.

.

And somehow when I opened my eyes it was Friday.

I brought myself through the motions, barely staying awake in the shower and barely finding the energy to put the TV on. I swallowed some yogurt and grabbed my bag. Early lectures were a pain. Early lectures from a creepy professor were a pain. Especially if creepy professor often wanted you to stay behind after a lecture and ask questions that were a bit too personal.

Professor Kurotsuchi creeped me out. A lot. I didn't really tell anyone about how I felt about it though, he hadn't particularly done anything to me-yet-and I didn't want to cause a huge problem right in the middle of the semester.

So I dealt with it. His lectures were mainly based on medicines and neonatal. Believe me when I said this was my least favorite part of the whole course that I had to do. But thankfully it was only until May and I'd be done with him permanently I hope. I sat at the back of the lecture hall as usual and prepared myself for two hours of torture and pretending to care about the structure of medicines. I just wanted to eat chocolate and sleep.

At the end of the two hours the dreaded man called for me, telling me to stay behind after the lecture. I could have rammed my head onto a nail then. While everyone filed out to their freedom I stepped down the stairs as if I was walking to the chopping block to get my head hacked off.

"Ahh Miss Inoue, did you enjoy today's lecture?" he asked, his lips stretching wide into a creepy grin.

I nodded. "Yes, professor it was really interesting." Just about as interesting as the bunion on my deceased grandma's big toe, rest her soul.

"Good, good. Now you know that if you have any need or requirements or problems with this course you can always come to me, I'd be more than glad to help...in more ways than one" he said, reaching his and out to touch me. I quickly stepped away from him and around the table.

Red light.

Definite red light. I had to get the hell out of here now.

"Uh-that won't be necessary Professor, I'll see you next week," I said hustling through the door. I walked as fast as I could from the block towards the canteen for lunch, but on the inside my mind kept on asking the same question.

What the hell was that?

For one, I'm his student. Second of all, he's not right in the head and I am NOT attracted to him. Why did he touch me like that?

I rubbed my arm where his fingers barely brushed my skin and resisted the urge to shudder.

That was it.

Strike one.

If he kept it up I was going to tell Tatsuki. Or Ichigo.

Or someone. That was really strange.

Suddenly I wasn't feeling hungry anymore. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Tatsuki and Nel, telling them that I was going to my room to get some more and that I'd see them tomorrow. They'd probably think it was that time of the month or something, so I'd definitely have some good peace and quiet to rest and not worry about school work or anything.

Just like yesterday, but with more decorum, I flung my stuff to the ground and threw my body on the bed. Sleep knocked me out just as my head hit the pillow.

Once more, I was awake. I'd slept out the entire afternoon and evening, now it was about 7:55pm. I'd showered and was currently in a fluffy robe eating a massive bowl of strawberries and chocolate. My hair was damp and up in a messy bun because I was simply too lazy to attempt to do anything with it. Music was on and I was humming along to some SCANDAL absently.

For some strange reason I felt like something was meant to be happening today, but I couldn't remember what it was. I furrowed my brows and bit into another chocolate covered strawberry.

8:00 and suddenly I was choking on my strawberry.

"Hmm...how about Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays?"

"At 8pm?"

"Sounds like a date," I said smiling.

I face-palmed.

Please don't tell me that I completely forgot about today.

Knocking from my door verified my fear.

Yep, totally forgot.

I placed my bowl on the desk and walked timidly towards the door. Suddenly I was very conscious of what I had on- a night gown...with nothing but a pair of skimpy panties underneath. I'm not a nudist I swear. I just enjoy running around in my private quarters naked. It made me feel free.

Clearly I was going to have to work on that. That and the fact that I need to remember when I have these lessons with Ichigo because this was getting ridiculous.

I opened the door and he stepped through, looking at me worriedly.

"Yo,"

"Good evening Ichigo,"

"Where were you at lunch?" he asked, pulling me in for a hug.

"I-I went straight back here to get some sleep. I'd been really busy yesterday trying to get assignments done," I said, timidly stretching my arms around his waist to hug him back. I loved his hugs. I wish I could hug him everyday, all the time, anytime I wanted to.

He said nothing for a while, then said, "You know, if you're still tired I can just go and leave this to another time."

I snuggled into his chest and shook my head. "No, I want you here. Don't leave please," I asked.

I wanted to spend as much time with him as I possibly could. There was no way that I was going to miss a lesson, especially this lesson.

"Sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay. Well then, lesson number 2, learning to kiss your partner," he said, pulling out of our embrace.

"S-so what do I do?" I asked, suddenly unsure of what to do with myself.

"You don't have to worry about it Hime, all you have to do this first time is follow my lead. There's a lot of ground to cover with this lesson too so this might stretch into our next one as well," he said, using his left hand to cup my cheek. His right hand found itself around my waist and I was hauled to him once more.

Oh? Okay. I was fine with this.

The moment of truth. I was going to have my first kiss ever.

With Ichigo.

He tilted my face upwards and leaned down to my face. I felt myself leaning up towards him with my eyes closing. The initial kiss was brief, barely the slightest brush against my lips and I trembled at the initial contact. The second kiss had me feeling weak. It wasn't anything near as innocent or soft like the first one was. His mouth was open, and somewhere at the back of my mind I remembered him telling me to follow his lead so I slowly opened mine to him. It was...hot. His mouth was persistent on mine, alternating with massaging my lips with his to him gently biting on my lips with his teeth. With each nip of his teeth a small whimper escaped my mouth, no matter how hard I tried to contain them. The only thing to be heard was our breathing and the small smacks being made from the kisses.

Somehow, we'd ended up on the bed, with him on top of me and he'd stopped, breathing slightly heavily over me. I noticed that my chest was heaving too. It was a wonder that my gown was still intact as well with all the fidgeting I'd been doing a while ago.

"Remember to follow my lead yea?"

I nodded and he leaned down to me again.

This time when he kissed me I felt his tongue make its way into my mouth. I jolted at the feel of it and his hands went down to my waist. Timidly, I reached my own out to touch his and he shuddered slightly. His hands found homage on my waist and after that I was washed away by that sea of feeling like the last time. My hands reached up to grasp at his hair to keep him there, as close to me as possible, to never stop kissing me like this. It felt so good.

It felt good because it was him.

I reveled in the feeling of his kisses, of his hands roaming up and down my waist, even the temperature of the room. It all felt so different to me. He pulled away and I bit on his lip softly and he chuckled.

"I could kiss you all night Hime," he said, causing me to blush, "Kiss on those delectable lips of yours until they were well bruised so you'd feel it for days. So you'd know who exactly was there and who caused them to be like that."

"Then what're you waiting for Ichigo, kiss me," I replied, pulling him back down to me.

I didn't want him to stop at all.

We carried on until he pulled away when the need for air became too much.

"That wasn't too bad for your first time," he commented lightly.

"Oh really? What grade would you give that for a first attempt?" I asked cheekily.

"Well, I'm not really one to kiss and tell," he started jokingly and I giggled.

"Quit playing and tell me! I wanna know how well I did," I chastised him.

"Well for a first time I'd give it a B-" he said, leaning down to peck my nose.

"But with a little practice Miss Inoue, I'm pretty sure we can get you up to that A you're dying to get," he said.

"Well then I guess we'll be practicing a lot then sensei,"

"Mhm."