A/N: Yes, I should be updating As it All Unravels Around Us, but this one shot idea won't leave me alone! And I am half way done with the next chapter. And in case I get any other ideas, I'm going to turn this into a series of one shots so I don't keep flooding the website with all my random one-shot ideas. : D Most will probably center around Orihime and/or Ichigo, but who knows who else might pop up?

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

Model Behavior:

"Kurosaki-san, move your hand. Put it in her hair, or something." Ichigo followed the photographer's instructions with an air of professional indifference.

Orihime flushed violently. Why had she let Yumichicka, the charismatic model representative, talk her into this? She inwardly cursed the day he had 'discovered' her in Karakura's mall. She had just wanted to get her favorite treat from the mall kiosk and now look what had come of it!

Orihime tried to keep herself from shaking as Kurosaki Ichigo's hand ran though her long auburn hair. Lights flashed as the photographer snapped images. Why did the other model have to be so good-looking and experienced? And because they were modeling bathing suits, very little was left to the imagination.

Black suits him, she thought as her eyes dipped to his black swim trunks. Her eyes rose until she was staring at his extremely well developed six pack. He looks photo shopped! The shy recent high school graduate blushed when she realized her hand had been creeping toward those picture perfect abs without her consent. She clenched her hand and allowed it to drop to her side. Her eyes continued their upward ascent until she was staring at his chest. It was lightly coated with bright orange hair. A good amount of hair, but not too much. It just adds to his masculinity, she decided. Her grey eyes finally moved up to his face. God. He was so handsome. Strong jaw line, tanned skin, amber eyes that she felt could bore into her soul. And his hair! So bright, and it looked soft too. She wanted to run her fingers through it.

She blushed and looked away once she realized she was basically ogling him in front of all these people. She shifted uncomfortably, resisting her urge to cover up. She tried to suck in her stomach. Maybe eating a burrito right before coming to the shoot wasn't her best idea. She felt very insecure in her leopard print bikini, something she would never wear under normal circumstances since her abundant breasts were practically spilling out of the top.

The photographer sighed irritably. "Inoue-san, you look tense. In every frame. You're supposed to be a couple. You can touch him. He won't bite. Unless you're into that kind of thing…" The photographer commented.

Orihime thought she was probably the same shade of her hair at this point. But she didn't want to upset everybody here, so she hesitantly placed her hand on Kurosaki-san's abs.

She had told the photographer and everyone else involved that this was her first shoot and that she was nervous. They had all seemed understanding at the time, but as time went on and all the pictures taken were unusable because of her awkwardness, they were becoming frustrated.

Grimmjow, another model Orihime had met earlier who would be shooting a calendar after them, observed with a smirk from his position in a nearby make-up chair. "Lick her Ichigo." A lewd smile replaced the smirk. "That will loosen her right up."

Orihime immediately dropped her hand from Ichigo's abs, using both hands to hide her red, red face. Ichigo glared at his friend. "You're making it worse." He returned his attention to Orihime. "Oi, if it helps, just picture your real boyfriend instead of me." He suggested.

Orihime peeked at him through her fingers. "I don't have a boyfriend." She felt compelled to tell him.

"You do now." Grimmjow teased, licking his lips suggestively as he looked Orihime over from head to toe.

Orihime groaned in embarrassment. She wished she could disappear. Or fall into a hole. Or die. No fate could be worse than her current situation.

Ichigo's glare held more heat this time when he looked at his long time friend. "Stop teasing her! Bastard." Once again, he returned his attention to Orihime after snapping at his friend. She seemed fragile. He felt a strange urge to protect this stranger. "Just follow my lead. Don't think, okay?"

Orihime nodded, doubting she could refuse anything he asked even if she wanted to. Ichigo turned to the photographer, who had stopped snapping pictures during their little pep talk. "Ready?" Ichigo asked. The photographer nodded.

Ichigo guided her right arm to wrap around his neck, while his right arm wrapped around her waist, resting just above her bottom and pulling her to him. She blushed at being in such close proximity, but closed her eyes and reminded herself not to think. Her blush faded. He interlocked the fingers of their left hands, allowing their joined hands to rest between the pair on his chest.

The cameras flashed and Orihime slowly opened her ashen orbs, finding herself staring into his intense brown eyes. For the first time, she held his gaze. He leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder. The camera clicked as the photographer captured the new pose.

Ichigo placed his lips right on the shell of her ear. She shivered involuntarily. "Breathe." Ichigo whispered in her ear. She did as he commanded.

"Kiss her." The photographer directed, adjusting his position to capture the shot from a lower angle.

He did. Thoroughly. With tongue. He released her left hand and cupped her face, turning her head to an angle that would allow him to kiss her even deeper. Her now free left hand tangled in his bright locks. His hair was soft, she realized. The camera continued to flash as the moment was documented. Eventually, the photographer had his shot and placed the camera down. He had to clear his throat, loudly, to alert the kissing couple that he was done.

He broke away. Leaving her breathless.

"Damn." Grimmjow verbalized what everyone else was thinking. "That looked a hell of a lot like a real kiss. Or you guys are just really good actors." Suddenly, he smirked. It seemed almost feral. "But I remember the 5th grade play Ichigo, and your acting sucks."

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