"Inoue-san and the boss?"
"Yes, he carried her home after that party and they seemed to get a little bit too... intimate lately, don't you think so?"
"Could it be... They're dating?"
"He drove her home yesterday..."
"Oh my God, so does it mean, the next victim is Inoue-san?"
"She is too beautiful to die so young!"
All of the rumor about him had never actually affected him. He had heard so many things about him, after all those people weren't being too quite when they talked about him. However this time it was starting to get on his nerves. He glared at the people, telling them to stop gossiping and to continue their work. It did make them stop for a while but it didn't make him feeling better. He knew this was wrong. He shouldn't have agreed with her...
"They are gossiping about us."
Ichigo and Orihime were alone in the file room. He had asked her to help him finding a certain file earlier. However this was the only way they could talk privately without those people stalking them. Ichigo frowned when the auburn haired secretary chuckled. He didn't understand what was funny with the situation.
She gave him a beautiful smile when she realized he was glaring at her. After two weeks of being together, she had been used to see his permanent scowl. If she looked at his face closely, it wasn't as scary as what she thought at the first time. He was actually really handsome.
"I heard they're placing bet on when I'll die," she giggled as if someone placed a bet on when she'd die was something hilarious, "I wish I could join them."
He gritted his teeth. He didn't understand what was in her head. She was laughing at something like that... He didn't understand. He would never admit it in front of her, or anyone, but after these two weeks he started to love her smile. He realized that she looked really beautiful when she smiled and he felt better whenever he saw her smile. But this time, it didn't seem right. He didn't understand how she could smile and laugh like that. For him that was not right. She shouldn't have laughed at that.
Aren't she afraid?
She knew that she was going to die but she didn't look like she was afraid. He really wanted to ask but somehow he couldn't find his voice. If she were really going to die...
"You know what," Orihime smiled as she talked again, "I've already set up the rice cooker already, what should we do about the dinner?"
Ichigo furrowed his orange brows, "you mean I've to go to your place again?"
Orihime pouted, "hey, please take the responsibility."
Ichigo sighed. He had no choice...
"Ah this tastes soooooo delicious!"
Ichigo almost smiled when he saw her reaction after taking her first bite. Luckily he managed to keep his straight face. It was really amusing to see her reactions. She had so many faces. She could be beautiful, cute, and funny at the same time. He had never met someone like her.
"You could cook better than me," Orihime pointed him with her chopstick, "that's unfair!"
The handsome couldn't help but to smirk, she was amusing, "you just need to learn how to cook normally. You shouldn't put cheese in curry and chocolate powder in beef stew."
She pouted and narrowed her eyes, making a funny expression that was impossible to be imitated, "why? When I have you to cook me meals, I don't need to learn how to cook normally."
Ichigo sighed, "I couldn't do this everyday for you, you know it right?" he cut his beef steak into smaller pieces with that infamous scowl still plastered on his handsome feature, "besides, don't you get bored with this?"
With me? He added silently.
She blinked her big eyes, looking at him as if he had grown another head, "what? Why? I am enjoying this!" She giggled, "I have never had a boyfriend before... I mean, not like this... Having dinner with my boyfriend and then making love with him," she laughed when she saw a light tint on his face, she teased him, "your food, and sex with you, are satisfying, why should I get bored?"
Ichigo sighed he tried to hide his blush by acting cool, "if only you're this excited about your works."
Orihime frowned, "aw, mood breaker!"
Later that night, Orihime was laying on his body. Ichigo had his hands around her to secure her body. It was not the first time they did it but somehow she still felt that thing she had felt the first time they did it. She loved this moment. Laying there after they made love, doing and saying nothing, listening to his heart beat, letting his finger playing with her long auburn hair. It felt really great. The sex was great but what she loved the most was actually the moment right after they did it.
She kissed his broad chest softly and giggled when he moaned. After two weeks she started to find many things about him, including how and where he loved to be touched the most. She didn't stopped there, she trailed more kisses on his chest, up high to his neck and finally on his lips. She sat on him, cupping his face with both of her hand and planted butterfly kisses all over his face.
She giggled when he circled her hands around her thin waist and pulled her closer to him so she was practically straddling him now. He just realized it but he loved to feel her weight on him. Ichigo liked the funny feeling when their skin touched like this, it felt so right.
"You love to kiss, huh," he smirked, he let the girl showered him with kisses.
She grinned widely, "I am not as good as you though."
He was trying to kiss her deeper but the girl pulled away. He growled and was about to protest when she put a finger on his lips.
"You're hard," she giggled again.
He sighed. With a swift motion he flipped their position, now he topped her. He scowled, he didn't understand why she could giggle in this situation. Now that he thought about this, she almost always smiled. Even when they made love. She was always smiling and every time he saw her smile he felt warmer. He was the infamous Shinigami, there were already too many people were scared of him that was why when she smiled at him like that, he felt as if he had been forgiven.
She stopped giggling when she realized that he was starring at her without doing anything
"Boss?" she asked softly, "are you okay?"
He didn't answer that, "why are you always happy?"
"Me?" she looked surprised at first but then she laughed, again, "I am not always happy!"
"You're always smiling," he said again.
She smiled and touched the skin between his eyebrows with her index finger, "and you're always scowling."
His scowl got deeper, "should I laugh now?"
"Not really," actually she didn't hate his scowl since it suited him, "you just have to stop glaring at me."
He leaned to trailed some kisses on her white neck, "it can't be helped, this is my natural look," he smirked against her skin when he heard her moaned. Her fingers entangled on his hair and he loved how it feels.
"But," she tried to hold a moan, persistent to tell him what she had meant, "you should have laughed more often."
He pulled away a little only to look into her gray orbs. He rose his brow, "you mean right now?"
She pouted. She knew he actually knew what she meant. She was about to say something when she felt his hand on her nether region. She moaned. His long fingers were teasing her deliciously. She liked it and he knew it that was why he teased her more. Oh how he loved when she moaned his name like this.
He smirked when he felt her wetness. Slowly he eased in a finger, she was ready yes he knew but he wanted to tease her.
"I-Ichigo..." she pleaded, she bit her lower lip to hold back a moan and look at him with a hopeful look.
She wanted this and she wanted this now.
"So," he whispered to her ear, "do you want me to smile, or do you want me now?"
They had done it. Sex. They had had sex, a lot of times.
Orihime loved every time they had sex, she couldn't believe that she had lived more than twenty years of her life without it. Well, sex was good but it didn't mean she would consider doing it with someone other than him. She liked doing it with him and only him.
He had been her boyfriend because she asked him to take some responsibility. She didn't know if he really loved her or not, he never told her that he loved her. She had a feeling though, that he actually felt the same way she felt about him. He never said it out loud but she could see it. She loved it when He hold her during and after sex. Or when he looked at her with that rare tender expression on him. He didn't have to say it out loud, she could feel it, Ichigo Kurosaki, the Shinigami, was loving her. Everybody in the office could see it, their usually stoic Boss had been softer lately. Not that the have the gut to ever say it directly to Ichigo, plus, it was amusing to watch how the orang haired mad tried so hard to keep his cold persona, and failed. It was just this morning when Rukia Kuchiki accidentally caught him grinning to himself, looking at some browser of hotspring hotel packages. It was obvious that he was planning to go on vacation, with his girlfriend of course.
"So, nothing happens, eh?"
Orihime looked at the smaller girl who walked beside her. They were on their way back to their office after lunch. Orihime knew what Rukia had mean, she actually had wondered about the same thing lately.
"I guess so," the long haired girl put a finger on her chin, "maybe I won't die?"
Rukia smirked, "maybe, some of those people had lost their money on the bet. You're not dying."
Orihime laughed. Somehow the fact that people were betting on her death was funny to her.
"I am so sorry they've to lose the bet."
The violet eyed girl couldn't say what she was about to say when a loud crash come from behind them. Both Orihime and Rukia stopped and looked at each other. People around them started to come closer and asking if they were okay. Some of them looked really worried. Rukia turned around and gasped. Orihime clasped her hands on her mouth when she saw it.
A big heavy signboard were laying on the street, only half meter behind them. One second later and the board must have fallen on them.
"Th-that's..." Rukia lost her words. If that thing fell onto them, they'd get more than badly injured.
Orihime shook her head, she looked at Rukia seriously, "Senpai, I beg you... Don't let Ichigo know about this..."
Rukia was hesitant at the first time but Orihime was serious.
"Please?"
She sighed.
She had no choice.
"Okay..."
Orihime's life was really in danger...
Author's Note:
One more chapter to go~ yay... Or two? Well it'll end soon. Oh and the manga this fic is based on called "Sheherazade"