Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters associated with the franchise.

Chapter six is here and ready for your reading pleasure. Enjoy it, my readers.

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Orihime Inoue was in a state of perpetual bliss. Ichigo's lips, they felt so good.

So, so, good.

The passion he kissed her with, the heat she felt radiating from his lean, muscular body; she didn't believe she'd ever experience this again.

"Ichigo...," she moaned when they parted, hoping this wouldn't stop. Any inkling of stopping him - due to the fact she wasn't what she would deem "beautiful" currently - was thrown out of the window the instant she gazed into his chocolate-brown eyes.

The hunger.

The need.

The want.

This boy would be the proverbial death of her.

With his body atop hers, Orihime felt his hands seize her wrists as he devoured her. In a flash, his lips assaulted her neck, sucking at a point where she was the most susceptible to pleasure.

The substitute soul reaper hadn't understood what had come over him at this particular juncture. In truth, he'd merely made his presence known to offer a genuine mea culpa for being an insensitive jack-ass. Nowhere was uninhibited lust on the menu. Of course, that was a moot point (if he'd actually possessed the wherewithal to cease and contemplate everything.)

The burnt-orange-haired teen groaned, experiencing electric charges coursing through her body, as she subconsciously bucked her hips into her love's body. She felt so helpless, yet so … euphoric.

The substitute soul reaper unzipped the hoodie he gave her in a flash, using his teeth. He was shocked to find that the healer only had on a white brassiere underneath the bright-yellow garment. Licking his lips, he dove headfirst into the valley of Orihime's bosom, growling and chuckling whilst his teeth gnawed at the obstruction, ripping it in two.

"Whaa~! Ichigo, my bra~!"

He smirked. "I'll buy you a new one. Right now, though, I want to apologize - so don't try to stop me."

"But ... But, Ichigo, we can't. I can't...," the girl reasoned, her eyes trailing off to one side as she couldn't bear to peek at him, as she recognized she would give in if she did.

Orihime was uncertain, as she understandably didn't want to feel like a cheap slut or a rag doll. A part of her believed that the only reason he was with her now was either because Rangiku dumped him, or he simply felt guilty; he didn't really desire her. Hell, for all she knew, he could be using her due to convenience. She might appear naive, but the young healer wasn't oblivious to the ways men view women.

On the flip side, however, she couldn't deny that she thoroughly enjoyed the attention presently. But, although she sensed that Ichigo was truly contrite in regards to his actions a week ago, her emotions were still in tatters.

"I got this, 'Hime. Just trust me, we're good." He promised her.

Those words were all the reassurance she needed ... At least, at the moment.

Ichigo accepted her erect pink nipple into his mouth, licking slowly across the tip to gauge the girl's reaction. She gasped, signaling that everything was okay. Feeling brazen, the boy gingerly bit the nub, making her cringe. He did it again, with the same result. He licked her nipple again before he started to suck on the bud. He would go on to repeat the process until he felt the need to switch to her opposite breast, where he did the exact same thing. When he finished, Orihime was left squirming, her body pleading with him to take her.

The substitute soul reaper cackled prior to kissing the beautiful girl's chest, relishing the continuous sounds of satisfaction emitting from her. Her belly, flat and enticing; he had to kiss and nibble ... he did it with gusto - even going so far as to slide his tongue into her umbilicus. This action caused the healer to clutch his body tight, her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, with her legs pushing into his lower back.

His mouth descended moments later, his teeth speedily undoing the drawstring to her navy-blue sweatpants. The instant the knots were loosened, Ichigo removed her bottoms with two strong tugs. He cackled at the sight of a wet spot in the middle of her pink, strawberry-print panties. The smell emanating from her core taunted him, called out for him. His jeans suddenly endured an uncomfortable tightness.

He wanted her. Bad.

It didn't matter that she had been crying her eyes out all week. It didn't matter that she hadn't looked her best. It didn't even matter that - that night notwithstanding - he had never viewed her in a romantic sense. Slowly but surely, Orihime began to tempt him in a huge way. To be fair, it wasn't in the ballpark of Rangiku - not even close! - but it was enough where it made him think about her more than he normally would have in the past. That had to count for something, right?

Orihime blushed as she peered down at him, observing the boy she loved studying her.

She felt ... exposed.

She felt ... vulnerable.

When she saw him lick his lips with a look of insatiable hunger on his face, she felt ... aroused, yearned for.

That made her feel good.

"Lift your legs up, 'Hime," he commanded her with an edge. The healer did just as she was asked, her mind and body on cloud nine. "You look so beautiful and you smell so good... ... I can't wait to taste you."

Just his voice, his tone, made her gush. Orihime's core pulsated at his words. Her heart throbbed, desiring for him to do precisely what he stated. This man had such power over her.

"I've made you wait long enough. Here I come, 'Hime."

His face at her special place, Ichigo squeezed her juicy lips between his left middle finger and thumb to tease her. He would do this until she whined and pouted cutely, which then prompted him to utilize his teeth to discard her underwear. The two exchanged a look, and from there, it was on. Ichigo gently kissed her plump, pink vaginal lips. Orihime emitted a small gasp, arching her back, which caused the boy to grin. Once he was finished teasing her, the substitute soul reaper spread her lips apart, thrusting his tongue inside of the healer.

"Ichigo…," she cried out, biting her bottom lip. Initially, the sensation was a tad icky for the girl, but she quickly adjusted to it. "Please, d-don't stop ... Oh, yes, y-y-your tongue, it f-feels s-so good inside me!"

The young healer's cries were music to the teen boy's ears. Confidence undoubtedly flooded his entire system now - he felt bolder than ever. Removing his tongue from inside of her, he replaced it with two of his fingers, seeking her g-spot, remembering the reaction he'd gotten that night. Whilst doing that, his tongue snaked through her wet folds, seeking her clitoris. Almost as if it had been synchronized, Ichigo's tongue found its mark just as his digits located her inner pleasure point. Not wasting time, his pink organ lapped at the small, pink nub, licking in circles. Occasionally, he would stop to suck on it, causing Orihime to screech. Meanwhile, his fingers did the 'come hither' motion the same way it had the last time the duo were in this position. His classmate's fingers grabbed at his orange locks, her grip tight as the pleasure from within hastily overwhelmed her.

Ichigo recognized that with his technique - combined with Orihime's obvious inexperience - the girl would reach her orgasm pretty fast.

"I know you want to cum for me, don't you, 'Hime?" he teased, "Go ahead, then."

Speechless, Orihime arched her back, moaning, experiencing her entire body being reduced to jelly; her vision hastily starting to become white. She felt that feeling again…

…This felt even better than before. Like, seriously, euphoria similar to this should be forbidden.

"'Hime, I could taste you all day ... Damn, you're so fuckin' good...," Ichigo told her in a low, husky tone. The girl in question tingled as he spoke.

"I-Ichigo, I'm … I'm g-going to … going to…"

"I know, Princess, I know. There's nothing to be ashamed of," said the substitute soul reaper calmly.

"Ah~! I'm coming, Ichigo! You're the best! Oh, yes~!" screamed the healer, holding onto him for dear life as she endured the biggest, most pleasure-filled orgasm she'd ever experienced. Her body had frozen as a result and her core ended up squirting hot juices all over his face, which would have embarrassed her had she been in the right frame of mind.

Good thing she wasn't.

The teenage boy was glad he could make her feel good. He'd acted like a pussy, so he needed to make amends. It might not have amounted to much, but maybe, just maybe, it was a step in the right direction. That had to count for something, right?

He'd waited for her to come down from her high before he ascended to her lips and immediately kissed her.

"You tasted so good, 'Hime."

Blushing, she thanked him. "T-Thank you, Ichigo."

"Let's go get cleaned up, shall we?" the boy suggested, lifting the girl over his shoulder and directing them both toward the bathroom.

"Ichigo, w-wait~!" she loudly protested, still feeling self-conscious about her body in spite of what they'd just done. To her dismay, the boy didn't listen. Instead, he merely chuckled, smacking her bottom and telling how beautiful and dorky she was. Despite the awkwardness of the moment, Orihime blushed yet again. This man really knew how to push all of the right buttons in her system.

XOXOXOXOXO

An hour later, Orihime and Ichigo emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. The former felt as warm as can be, a smile wider than the ocean on her face. She gave the boy a quick peck on the lips.

God, he was so handsome.

"Do you really have to go? It's starting to get dark and I wouldn't want any aliens abducting you." Her voice was full of concern, Ichigo couldn't help but lightly cackle.

"I doubt they'd want me, I'd be too much hell for them. It's you they'd crave, with your beautiful smile and this body of yours," he said, pulling her to him and kissing her neck, which caused her to moan.

"Ichigo…"

"Just remember our agreement: Bring your ass to school tomorrow. Really, it isn't the same without you."

"I'll be there. And, Ichigo: Thank you. Thank you so much. I'm glad you came to see me."

"It's no problem. I was the jack-ass, remember?"

The two of them shared a small laugh before they parted. Just as the substitute soul reaper was about to open the door, he felt the healer's arms around his waist.

"'Hime?"

Orihime hugged her soon-to-be-boyfriend from behind with all of the strength and love she harbored for him. "I hope you come over and see me again soon. Be safe getting home."

"I will. I promise."

The substitute soul reaper turned the knob and opened the door. However, there was one more thing the healer forgot.

"Um, Ichigo?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you stay for a few more minutes? I really would like to heal you."

Ichigo hadn't even recalled how fucked up his face was, but that didn't faze him. "This isn't a big deal. Don't worry about it."

"Please," she begged, putting on her best face. "I promise I'll be quick."

"Sure," he smirked.

Author's Note: There it is, chapter six. I am already preparing chapter seven so that should be out within the next three days (unless there's a hitch!). I thank everyone for their support.