Disclaimer - I don't own Bleach...makes me wanna cry
Note - This was made, like, 3:30 in the mornin', I lost my reading glasses, and I'm hungry. So don't point out anything like my mistakes, I'll fix em later.
The morning wasn't the best. It was close to being the best, just not quite there.
Inoue Orihime just liked waking up, just opening her eyes and seeing a frenzy of orange locks. To see tanned skin and a cute scowl, a collarbone. Hard, calming chest of that delicious tanned skin. Rock like abs that fluctuated from underneath her feathery touch. She'd go lower, but..
She'd seen what's down there last night, anyway.
Orihime's touches lingered longest on his cheek. With soft lips, she kissed his nose.
"Good morning, Kurosaki-kun."
He grunted lightly in responce.
She knew that he never liked mornings, but she just really liked messing with him so early. His arms had tightened around her hips whenever she spoke or tried to move. "Kurosaki-kun..." He sighed, chocolate brown eyes opening.
"Did you wake me up....for another kiss, Hime?"
'I'm sorry."
He only grinned at his princess. She may look innocent, but she hungers for him with a lust that won't stop till she's gobbled him down whole.
And there's nothing wrong with that.
Gray eyes only looked into his for another moment, until her plump lips where captured by his chapped ones. The corners of her lips twitched upwards into a bright smile.
"I'll get breakfast going, Kurosaki-kun."
He knew that something was bound to explode, but he decided to wait, until she began to cry out for him. Then, the shinigami will swoop down, kiss his princess, and save the day.
That's what she liked the most, when he saved her, kept her from harm. That was the best.
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Yay
Shortness!
More to come, so please wait~