Hey guys! Well, this one is going to be challenge for me...because it's fem!slash. Or as some know it, Yuri. Thanks so much for your reviews on the IchiRuki smut! I'm glad to know that it wasn't bad. Ahaha.
As usual, it's set AFTER the Bleach universe...even though Bleach hasn't ended. Shhh.
Also; first time writing fem!slash. Like whoah.
Orihime applied a sheen gloss onto her lips. Girls night! She fixed the straps on her bubbly pink dress. Her copper hair piled neatly on her head. Orihime hopped up from her seat and pulled her jacket over her shoulders. The doorbell rang and she hurried, slipping on her heels in the process, "Coming!" She shouted.
One shoe on she opened her door to see Tatsuki and Rangiku standing there—looking so very pretty! Tatsuki smirked. Her hair was long enough now to wear up but, she insisted on it loose. Tatsuki was wearing a dark blue strapless top and a pair of dark jeans. While Rangiku was sporting a black dress that had a low-cut to show off a gracious amount of her bosom.
"Let's go!" Rangiku cheered, holding up her own sake bottle.
Tatsuki stared at her, "Can you actually bring that into the club?"
Rangiku shrugged, "I'll just convince them to let me." She said with a playful wink.
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"C'mon Tatsuki. You gotta dance!" Orihime said with a little pout. Her hair was coming loose from all the dancing she was doing and Tatsuki sat at the bar. She knew Tatsuki was keeping a close eye on her, just to make sure no 'creeps' tried anything. But, still! That didn't mean Tatsuki couldn't have some fun!
Tatsuki sighed and let Orihime drag her to the dance floor. "One dance."
The dance floor smelled like mixed perfume, cologne, sweat, and alcohol. Tatsuki twirled Orihime in her arms, 'Orihime looks gorgeous tonight...' that was a thought Tatsuki couldn't blame on the drink she had. Their friendship, for her, had blossomed into something more intense. Tatsuki had found herself looking at her best friend differently.
She couldn't help it. Orihime was attractive, but Tatsuki knew nothing could ever come of that. Seriously. They were best friends! Orihime liked Ichigo when they were in high school and although she was lovable with everyone—Tatsuki never had any reason to believe that Orihime would ever-ever think about her in a romantic sense.
"You look so nice, Tatsuki!" Orihime complimented with a bright smile.
"Thanks." Tatsuki grinned, "You do too."
The song ended and switched to a slow one—a sign that the night was drawing to a close. Rangiku had disappeared once a tall, bald man had offered to buy her a drink. "Aw! Come on!" Orihime grabbed Tatsuki around the waist, "One more!"
Tatsuki sighed, "Then we go home?"
Orihime nodded. Anything to keep Tatsuki close. They adjusted their limbs so that they were holding each others hands and each had their hand on each others hips. The two swayed to the music, chatting here and there about classes, food, whatever—conversation came easily to them.
The song ended too quickly for Tatsuki's taste. 'Orihime is being rather touchy tonight...I'm sure it's nothing...she hasn't been drinking...but maybe...nah.' Tatsuki stared into Orihime's eyes, neither of them moving, even though the club had resumed it's fast pace. Orihime licked her lips, making Tatsuki's stomach tighten and a tiny blush escape onto her face. Tatsuki leaned just a little closer and Orihime met her halfway.
The kiss was brief, unexpected, and sweet.
Orihime quickly jerked her head back, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking...hehe...I-" Tatsuki cupped Orihime's face and kissed her again before she could finish her sentence. Orihime gasped into her friend's mouth and wrapped her arms around Tatsuki's waist.
Tatsuki's head was swimming—she was kissing Orihime. In the middle of a dance floor. Orihime was kissing her back! Orihime let out a soft moan and Tatsuki pulled away, looking into her dark eyes, "Take me home." Orihime asked softly. She could still taste the mint of Tatsuki's gum and the fruit of her last drink.
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Orihime took Tatsuki's hand and led her into her bedroom. She felt like her face was on fire. Tatsuki shut the door, "Orihime, are you sure?"
Orihime nodded. "I haven't been drinking..." She waved her hands in front of her face, "This is a sober decision! One..." She bit her lip, "that I have been thinking about for a long time."
"Oh." Tatsuki deadpanned. Thinking of all the girls nights, the random hugs, the hand-holding, the way Orihime would sometimes fall asleep on her shoulder during the ride back. Tatsuki slid off her shoes and crawled onto the bed. Orihime's cheeks were as pink as her dress.
"I've been thinking about it for a long time too." Tatsuki's voice was a silky whisper near Orihime's ear. It made the orange haired woman shiver. Tatsuki kissed Orihime's neck, a small, tentative kiss—a taste. Orihime let her hands travel from Tatsuki's shoulders to her arms and back again. She was enjoying the feeling of soft skin beneath her fingertips.
They kissed once more, less chaste than the kiss on the dance floor. Tatsuki dipped her tongue into Orihime's mouth and she responded by titling her head slightly, allowing the brunette a better angle. They broke apart for air, locked in each others gaze. Orihime breathed out a long sigh.
"Tatsuki..."
"Yes?"
"I like this."
Tatsuki kissed her again, her hand pulling down the zipper to her wonderful pink dress that showed off her supple curves. Orihime helped pull the dress off and it was tossed onto the floor. Tatsuki let her eyes roam—sure, she had seen Orihime with barely any clothes on before. Locker rooms. Sleep overs. But oh god...this was different.
This was flushed, kiss-swollen lips, chest heaving, aroused Orihime.
Tatsuki wet her lips with her tongue. Orihime smiled softly and reached for the button on Tatsuki's jeans. Their eyes locked again and Tatsuki nodded. Orihime unbuttoned her pants and slid her hands up Tatsuki's shirt, causing Tatsuki to gasp with surprise.
Orihime massaged at Tatsuki's breasts, her eyes watching Tatsuki as she began to squirm. The feeling of Orihime's hands touching her. Tatsuki pulled her shirt over her head, resisting the urge to just tear the damn thing off.
She kissed Orihime's neck, this time, biting down softly. Her tongue traveled along the strap of Orihime's bra making Orihime stop her ministrations. "Mmm." Tatsuki's hands unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, her mouth hungry and incessant on Orihime's breasts.
Orihime moaned when Tatsuki's mouth enclosed around her nipple. Her fingers tangling in her dark hair. Tatsuki nipped lightly and swirled her tongue around the bud. She went to the other and repeated the action, listening intently to the sounds Orihime made. Tatsuki stopped just for a moment to kick off her jeans and Orihime laid down on the soft, yellow sheets of her bed, taking her own chance to admire Tatsuki's form. Athletic but, with curves.
Tatsuki pulled off Orihime's panties and didn't even pause as she ran her tongue along the folds of her core. Orihime's fists balled the sheets, her head tossed back as a loud cry escaped her lips. Tatsuki's tongue swirled around the bundle of nerves, "Oh Tatsuki...Tatsuki...wait...what about..." The rest of her sentence was lost in a groan, "You." She finished quickly before her voice was lost.
"I can wait." Tatsuki said simply before she ran her tongue along Orihime's entrance. Tatsuki leaned up and slid a finger inside. "Oh!" Orihime's hips bucked. Tatsuki hovered over Orihime as her finger continued to move, watching as Orihime gasped and moaned, her head tossing back and hitting the pillows. Tatsuki felt a knot in her stomach.
Orihime was quick to come, her body shuddering and her throat hoarse from screaming. "Tatsuki..." She lifted a limp hand and placed it on her friend-turned-lover's cheek. "That was wonderful."
Tatsuki gave a husky laugh and leaned down, kissing Orihime quickly, "We've got the rest of the night, you know..." Orihime giggled in response.