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"Let go of me!" Ichigo yelled as he struggled to get out of Byakuya's grip. The Captain obliged and let the redheaded man free.
" Ass hole! You shouldn't get involved with her. It'll only hurt her." The younger man's words stung the older. He was right.
"I know." Was all the royal could say. To avoid any further discussion on the subject he quickly walked off towards his room, leaving Ichigo to stand alone.
He knew damn well what he'd get himself into if he were to pursue anything with the beautiful Inoue, but he loved her. He had fallen for her since they were forced to stay under the same roof seven years ago. Maybe even before that, when he heard her angelic voice calling to him in his weakest moment on the battlefield. That moment he knew she wasn't like anyone else and erased all the doubts he had of her during the Winter War at Hueco Mundo.
He sent hell butterflies to her often after she had left. It was never about anything romantic, just boring stuff mostly. He would talk about his uneventful days, changes in soul society, mutual acquaintances. She would always reply when she had a chance and do the same in return, though her life was far from mundane. Everything that woman would send him seemed interesting. Her responses were the highlights of his monotone life.
In hopes that she would return someday, Byakuya insisted on keeping her room as it was before. His appreciation for routine and the familiar lead him to believe that she would enjoy having her room just as it was when she left. He would visit it everyday to make sure it was constantly maintained and to reminisce.
When she was too ill to leave her bed he would stay by her side and read to her when they would run out of things to talk about. Oh how that woman loved it when he read to her. Her laughter would fill the room when the stories were comical, she would shed light tears when they were sad. Always would she listen carefully with great interest in whatever book he would choose. He loved her interest, curiosity and ability to express herself with whatever emotion she happened to be feeling. Mostly she expressed gratitude and happiness. He loved it all.
He shook his head lightly and suddenly became aware of his surroundings again. He sighed at where his mindless wandering had lead him. Right back to her door.
He wouldn't try to enter her chambers again. He had already helped cause her enough stress for the night. With a somewhat clear head, the Captain turned heel and would try making it to his room once more.
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Orihime could feel the reiatsu of the old shinigami captain outside her door. As much as she wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him inside for a passionate night of lovemaking, she would deny herself of it. At least for now. She had been final in her words, sending the two fighting men away and was determined to stand her ground. That, and she didn't want to scare a man she felt so strongly about with her insatiable want of sex and her insatiable want of him.
Her spiritual pressure flared up in a sensual wave. She closed her eyes tight, trying to calm herself down. She was sure he had felt that. Just to check she creeped towards her door and opened it as quietly as she could manage.
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Byakuya felt Orihime's spiritual pressure calling to him as he walked away. It was beckoning him to come and take her, make her his. He swallowed hard and began to sweat. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned once more. There she was, head poked out of her doorway, looking at him with wide eyes. He smiled. Only for her.
She slowly stepped out into the hallway and began walking towards him. He in turn rushed towards her. As soon as they met they just stood there, looking at each other. Mesmerized by their attraction to one another, a flare of passion and physical need radiated from their bodies. No longer could they stand to be apart. Both the young woman and the royal knew what had to be done to relieve their yearning.
Byakuya's lips crushed down on Orihime's. She returned his forceful kiss with equal fervency. Her hands searched his front trying to find a way to release his body from his suffocating hakamas. He pushed her against the wall and began to assist her.
"They are just as hard to put on." He said gruffly and grinned. The expression was quickly whipped off his face as soon as the redhead forcefully pulled his head down to hers and smothered him with more passionate kisses. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his torso. Finally, after what he thought to be too much effort, his ever growing member was free of his trousers. He felt under her robe for any clothing. There was none.
"Hime." He cooed as he thrust into her for the first time. She cried out. His size was almost too large to bear. A tear trickled down from the corner of her eye. He kissed her cheek where it fell.
"D-don't stop." She managed to stammer out. Slowly he started to push into her again, not wanting to hurt this precious woman. She met his thrusts eagerly with the rocking of her hips.
"Ahem." The two lovers froze and both wearily turned their heads to see a shocked servant gaping at them.
"Miss Inoue felt ill and I was just carrying her to her room." The Captain stated matter of factly. He lifted the embarrassed Inoue from the wall and carried her to her room. He slammed the door shut behind them and rushed her to the bed.
Temporarily he removed himself from her body to discard his clothes. She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. For a moment he allowed himself to take in all her naked beauty. The vision of her lovely being only made his need for her grow.
He quickly returned to his original state in between her legs and wrapped his arms around her, holding her closer to him. He reentered her, slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside her. Their movements soon fell into sync. It was like they were built for each other. It was heaven.
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Shortly after they had finished, the beautiful Orihime Inoue fell into a deep sleep wrapped up in her lover's arms. As she lay, head resting on Byakuya's chest he ran his fingers through her fiery red hair. He felt for a few minutes like the luckiest man alive.
Alive. Reality hit him hard like a ton of bricks. She was living and he was an eternal servant of Soul Society. They both couldn't come and go as they pleased, or take the natural path of life together. Marriage would be hard, there would be no living together, no children or growing old together. The only other alternative would be if she gave up her entire life. She would have to die. He would not allow her to do that.
"I love you, Miss Inoue." He whispered with a heavy heart. Eventually slumber would find him too.