This is for genkisam and Nocturne over at Five Lifetimes, One Love and Wovin. But mostly this is dedicated to genkisam or else this would have remained a one shot. But because my fanfic groupie asked for more...I wrote more!

Disclaimer: -checks her passport - No, my name isn't Kubo Tite. That means I still don't own Bleach.

2. Traitor

Inoue gratefully sat down on her seat, her legs still shaking due to the combined force of her fall and the feel of Ichigo between them. Thankfully no one seemed to notice the flush on her face or the state of her legs when she had entered the class.

Her eyes darted up to the entrance of the class. Her gaze met Ichigo's and she willed herself not to blush but to no avail. His eyes quickly shifted away in embarrassment and he made his way to his seat without making eye contact with anyone.

She slumped in her seat, wondering if it were possible for the earth to just open up and swallow her whole. This is was just so embarrassing! A small part of her scoffed at the notion and preferred to term the incident as rather thrilling and exciting. This only succeeded in making her blush even more. Of all the places for her to slip and of all the people to fall on!

She lifted her eyes off her textbook to Ichigo. He was staring at his hand, different expressions dancing across his face. The dominant ones seemed to be mortification and bewilderment. It seemed he was in the same state she was in. Stuck somewhere between 'I-can't-believe-that-just-happened!' and awkwardness.

Discreetly she raised her hand and pressed it lightly over where his hand had been resting scant minutes ago. She felt herself grow warm as she recalled the weight and heat of his touch on her breasts. She couldn't help but think that it had felt rather nice. She shook her head slightly, as though to get that particular thought out of her mind.

To her dismay, her mind betrayed her as she immediately recalled the feel of him underneath her. When she had fallen on him, she could feel every inch of his lower torso pressing against her inner thighs and rear. For those few moments, it had felt so sinfully delicious to feel him between her thighs. She wanted to feel him like that again. And that led to a whole new onslaught of feelings that really ought not to be feeling while sitting in the middle of her History class.

Completely mortified at her train of thought and her lack of control over her body she resorted to hiding her extremely red face behind her textbook.

Even her body was going against her now!

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