This one's for Nocturne. I did it!
8. Dreams
Ever since 'the staircase incident' things had been slightly awkward around Inoue. Not only because of the incident itself but also due to its unforeseen consequences. After accidentally feeling her soft breast in his hand and her weight over him, Ichigo had started having dreams about the ginger haired girl. From that very night to be exact.
Dreams that had him waking up in a hot sweat and a rather sizable problem. Dreams that often replay in his mind as she would stand before him in the flesh and make him fidget nervously. Dreams that made him want Inoue in a less than friendly way. Dreams that were presently driving him crazy.
One of the more recurrent dreams revolved around the incident.
He would be walking down the empty hallway. Just as he would pass by the staircase, he would hear her cry out as she slipped. She would fall fully on top of him, her heat pressing against his groin. She would place both hands on his shoulders and apologize in her sweet little voice, "Gomen Kurosaki-kun!"
He would place both his hands on her waist, "It's alright Inoue."
She would gaze at him, her face slowly turning pink as her shimmering mercury eyes would search his. Slowly she would lean forward. He would meet her halfway in a tender kiss that would have her shifting closer to him and him sitting up straighter, pressing further into her.
He would quickly unbutton her shirt and push her red-pink bra down to reveal her soft mounds before quickly latching his mouth to one of her puckered buds. Her soft mewl would ring in his ears as his hands would continue their worship of her bosom.
He would moan at the feel of her hands feeling his straining erection through the cotton of his pants. She would giggle slightly at his moan before quickly pulling his zipper down and helping him out. Supple sighs would fall from her pink swollen lips as his hands slipped underneath her skirt. Long fingers would sneak underneath her panties and slip into her wet heat.
Suddenly he would have her pressed against a wall. His shirt discarded and his pants just barely clinging to his hips as he would bury himself in her tight, scalding heat. Her eyes were always half open, gazing into his as he would take her. Her moans echoed through the empty hallways as did the wet sound of their joining. She would come with a tender wail around him, arching her naked torso further towards him, her heat nearly burning him.
And then he would wake up. Breathing heavily, frustrated beyond words and aroused to the point of madness.
He was never able to walk past that staircase without feeling a twinge of desire for Inoue after that dream.
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