_& Addiction &_

He was addicted to her. He could not imagine a day without her. He could not imagine a day without seeing her smile. But in spite of it he was just her friend ...

Even now they were heading to her apartment. Orihime was happy and she telling him about her day. Her happiness was contagious and it managed to steal easily a smile on his face. The adolescence blushed seeing it, but she continued to say her story.

Ichigo couldn't be mindful at her words even if he tried, but he was just fascinated by how the strands of her hair were dancing on her free from her neck area. His thoughts were flying and he was thinking how it would be if he would do that.

How she will feel if he would walk his hands on her body, caressing her smooth skin, stopping occasionally to inhale her smell, and then he could focus on her mouth and he would ...his thoughts stopped abruptly, leaving a chill to include his body.

It seems that Orihime was looking at him for some time and she even called his name. He should stop doing this. He should not have such thoughts about a girl as pure and innocent as her. He closed his eyes a few seconds to sidestep any remnant of pervert thought that would have stuck in his mind, then he responded calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Yes, Orihime?" The adolescence blushes hearing her name on his lips. She couldn't simply not reaction, even if it's not the first time when she heard him calling her like that, but she just cannot herself. The way his mouth forming syllables, the way each letter leaves the prison of his mouth makes her name to be special.

"Um ... Um ..." It's the only answer she could say when she sees that all his attention was directed at her. That makes her somewhat nervous and she try to refrain herself from talking nonsense and to concentrate on the thing she wanted to ask him. But when he was looking at her like this she can somehow see behind his brown eyes a flame, a kind of bright light burning with desire. She's always captivated by this observation and any thought manage to fly at millions of kilometers away.

Ichigo looked at her and he grinned when he saw her trying to remember what she wanted to say to him. It was so nice when she was simply stucked looking into his eyes, or perhaps was he imagining this? He was so close that he could feel her hot breath hitting his chest.

If he would have bent a little more, then his lips were glued to hers. If it would have bent a little more he could find the taste of her mouth, he would be able to explore every part of her what remained unknown to him.

He clinched his fists when he realized that he was already moving to put his thoughts into practice. Suddenly he stopped, but she did not realize. Probably she was lost in her own thoughts. Ichigo swear short, hating that he was about to destroy the last barrier of their friendship.

If he will need to resist the rest of his life against this temptation, if he will need to jump into the arms of an unknown woman to appease his needs despite the fact that his body was screaming after her touch, he will do that, he will do even more if it means that he will keep her the way she is.

Orihime suddenly startled and a smile imprinted on her face. Then she giggled somehow embarrassed, pointing at the building behind her. It seems that they had already arrived in front of the building.

Shit, it looks like he will have to leave. Sometimes he would have wanted her to live in the other end of town just to go more time in her company. She crossed her legs and her fingers were sinking inside her neck trying to invite him inside to drink a tea.

Her invitation made him to grin and he scratched his neck in an attempt to stop the impulse to answer at her question affirmative. He wanted to stay with her, hell, she can never imagine how much he want this, yet he could not guarantee that he will not try to do something when they will be alone in the same room.

The mere thought makes his member to harden. And besides that there was the way she was dressed. The uniform skirt was so short that it showed off the perfect shape of her perfect legs and maybe if she could move a little he might see the color of her underwear.

Ichigo wanted to hit himself when a picture with Orihime only in underwear, located in his bed and calling his name, was imprinted in his mind. Damn he began to resemble to that idiot of Keigo.

He expired short after that he was ready to give her his answer, he's sure that he will regret it later.

"I cannot. In fact I promised Yuzu that I will pass by the store will to buy fruits. Shit. It seems that it's already getting late. "Orihime pursued him with her gaze seeing how nervous he was looking at his watch as if he wanted to stop time. She giggled short. That was so typical for him.

When he looked up he saw her smiling and waving her hand to him.

"See you later, Kurosaki-kun. Take care."

He raised his hand up to answer at her gesture, trying not to succumb to the impulse and to go back to her and to put into practice his thoughts.