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Here's chapter seven for all of my readers.

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Rangiku walked back to her home on this breezy night. She could've easily utilized the flash step, however, she wished for time on the outside to think. She'd just dropped Tatsuki off at her house, believing that it was for the best that they took a few days from each other and worked it out at that time. Of course, the lieutenant recognized that she would also need to speak to Orihime, if for no other reason than to apologize for fucking her friend's crush.

The thing was, though, deep down, when Lieutenant Matsumoto contemplated on the matter more and more, she thought, "Why the hell should I apologize? Yeah, I've known for what seems like forever that Orihime loved Ichigo, but what about my pleasure? If we're being technical, I claimed him first. I was his first girlfriend, after all - just like he was my first true boyfriend. Ichigo wasn't forced to ask me out. In actuality, I was the one who asked him out. ... He was inexperienced but sexy all the same. I needed a challenge and there he was. At the time, I hadn't thought of Orihime at all, though, I should have. But, a girl's just trying to have fun, and Ichigo definitely gave me that - and still does! And it's not like I'm in love with him, anyway, so whenever the two of them decide to become an item, I'll back off. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the pleasure."

If only she could genuinely force herself to believe that...

… Rangiku, admittedly, possessed a highly selfish, hedonistic side to her persona, which she embraced wholeheartedly - much to her captain's dismay, mind you - and wasn't going to offer anyone any explanations for it. She was who she was. Either someone liked her or they didn't. It made her no difference.

… Continuing her walk in the park, she was surrounded by the sound of the light wind hitting the trees. Her mind, totally elsewhere, hadn't processed the likelihood of someone creeping up on her from behind until a strong hand grabbed her bottom.

"Only one person would so openly greet me like that."

"What's your obsession with my booty, Ichi'?" the blonde lightly bantered, wiggling her bum in order to tease him.

"Gee, I don't know, it's just so damn large, I can't resist, I guess," he smirked.

"Damn right you can't resist this ass," she giggled.

"Don't act like you don't enjoy it, too, Ran'," he countered, kissing her neck. "You know you like when I smack and grab what's mine."

"Who said it was yours? You're not good enough to make claims like that."

"Says the woman who screamed so loud she could've woken up the neighborhood. 'Oh, Ichigo, don't stop! You're hitting me so deep, so deep! Unh~! Spank me! Wreck me! Break me! This pussy is yours~!'"

The blonde reddened at that. "Well, I was faking it, sweetie. Us gals tend to do that to stroke men's egos, because we all know how feminine you all are when it comes to those."

The substitute soul reaper laughed, "So that's why you soaked the bed and had to change the sheets every night … Explains a lot."

Game, set, and match to Ichigo.

"You're a dick."

"A 'dick' you enjoy, Ran'."

That was what she admired about Ichigo the most - the ability to make her forget all of the bullshit going on around her. With him, the blonde could just be herself, without worrying about duty or who she'd offend. A quality like that, in her mind, was invaluable.

"Don't get cocky. You're still a kid. A sexy, handsome kid, but a kid, nonetheless."

"I guess that makes you a pedophile for screwing me, huh?"

"Why you little -" Rangiku couldn't finish her retort, as Ichigo's fingers began untying her shihakusho. The chilly air surrounding them, as well as the anticipation of what was coming, caused shivers to run up and down her spine.

Once the blonde's shihakusho was down to her ankles, the substitute soul reaper commanded her to step out of it and promptly guided her to the nearby bench. He then instructed her to face him for a moment so he could take in her appearance. "Mint-green looks good on you, kitten," commented the teenage boy, licking his lips as he took note of her hardening nipples that threatened to burst out of her brassiere. Once he'd gotten his fill, he motioned for her to turn around, making a circle with his right index finger.

Wanting to sexually aggravate him, Rangiku knelt down on to the bench, and then, making sure she had his undivided attention, she began to thrust her luscious bottom outward. She shook her bottom rapidly knowing that Ichigo was always aroused when she jiggled her backside. With molten desire clearly in her cornflower eyes, she turned her head and made eye contact with the boy. Once she had his attention, she did a 'come hither' motion and licked her lips. "You want this ass, don't you, Ichi'?"

He nodded.

A smile on the strawberry-blonde's face, she shook her head. "Well, I don't think you can handle it, so for your own good, maybe I should only allow you to look." Watching his subsequent reaction of shock and bewilderment was so delicious to the female soul reaper. "Yeah, you can't ... touch this, Ichi'. It's too much for a rookie like you to take care of. It's a shame, too, because I really wanted you to take me so bad ... right here ... right now..."

"Oh, really?" In a millisecond, Ichigo was on her, pulling her long, blonde locks away from where he intended to feast on his prey. "Rangiku, Rangiku. You should know better than to tease me like that. It seems like I'm gonna have to show you that this ass ..." he smacked her bottom hard, forcing her to yelp, "... belongs to me." Ichigo's fingers slipped into her panties and immediately came into contact with her womanhood. "I thought I wasn't that good. Why are you so fuckin' wet? Huh, kitten?" he taunted in a husky tone, making the lieutenant's body tingle. Lieutenant Matsumoto bit her lip and moaned when the teenager started to nibble her earlobe.

"Now he's just not playing fair - he knows that spot drives me insane! Damn him! Damn him!"

XOXOXOXOXO

The following day, Ichigo was running late for school. He'd overslept after going seven rounds with the blonde soul reaper (two in the park and the other five back at her place!). He cursed, as he scrambled to make the last bell. The school came into view after a few minutes and the boy ran like molasses. Just as he ran through the gate, the orange-haired boy ran smack dab into another person, causing him to hit the pavement face-first.

"Ow~!" a feminine cry came out.

"Damn it! Son of a bitch!"

Both parties weren't in too much pain, but it took them a few moments to gather their bearings.

The substitute soul reaper, being the first to his feet, quickly picked himself up off the ground and dusted a few small pebbles that clung to his khakis off prior to extending his hand to the other person, "I'm sorry. Are you okay? Here, let me help you."

"I'm alright, Ichigo, no harm done," the girl winced, rubbing her bottom.

Recognizing the voice, the substitute soul reaper greeted her with a warm smile, "'Hime, hey, it's good to see you. I just wish we would've met a little differently today."

The burnt-orange-haired girl smiled back, "I'm such a dork. It's my fault, I should have paid more attention..."

Ichigo had never noticed just how beautiful Orihime Inoue was when she smiled.

Neither of them knew what to say until the healer had broken the silence.

"I wanted to thank you … for last night," she uttered, closing the distance between the two. She didn't know what had gotten into her but, without warning, she stood on the tips of her toes and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. The same butterflies Orihime had become accustomed to the previous night, she'd experienced at this current moment.

God, it was so incredible.

"It was nothing, really," he replied, gazing deeply into her enticing pools of grey.

Truth was, the healer couldn't get her mind away from him.

The way he kissed her.

The way he took control of her body.

The way he … licked her … down there.

He told her she tasted good, like she had been a piece of delectable fruit to him.

The bell ringing suddenly disrupted her pleasurable musing.

"I guess we'd better get a move on, then, huh?"

"Yeah," he nodded. Out of nowhere, Ichigo hoisted Orihime onto his shoulders, galloping into the school. This prompted the latter to blush in spite of the wind fluffing up her mid-thigh high skirt, exposing her perfect, white panties.

XOXOXOXOXO

The duo arrived to class in a flash. When the teen boy slid the entrance to their classroom open, everyone gazed at them. Ichigo didn't seem to mind, although, the same couldn't be said for his companion.

"Ichigo, everyone's looking at us," she whispered to him, covering her eyes.

"Who gives a flying fuck?" he retorted, not at all intimidated or worried about what these fuckers thought of him.

"But, Ichigo, it's …"

"It's what, 'Hime?" he inquired, escorting her to her desk before letting her down gently.

Feeling their classmates eyes in their direction, the girl blushed. "It's nothing, Ichigo. Everything is peachy," she chirped, feeling uncomfortable in light of the prying eyes all around her.

Staring her dead in the eye, Ichigo said, "You're lying, 'Hime. Now, tell me what's on your mind?"

"Ichigo, you asshole! Leave Orihime alone!" someone shouted.

He knew that voice. Fuck, his day was probably going to get ruined.

"Stay out of this, Tatsuki. For once, mind your own fucking business."

The martial artist was outraged at his reply. "What did you say to me? Do you want me to kick your ass again?"

"Just shut up, Jeez. You're almost more annoying than Rukia."

"That's it! You're going down, bub!"

The dark-haired tomboy hopped out of her seat, speedily making her way over to her childhood friend.

The healer got up almost as fast to step between the two. "Tatsuki, please don't," she pleaded, not wanting her best friend and her crush to fight. "He didn't mean it and he's sorry. Right, Ichigo?"

"Like hell I am," he spat, sticking his tongue out at her.

"Step aside, Orihime. He needs to be put in his place."

Orihime shook her head. "Tatsuki, please. Everything's alright. There's nothing to worry about."

The martial artist peered in to her best friend's eyes, searching for any hint of deception or mistruth. Not detecting anything, she took a breath and simply motioned for Orihime to come closer. "Did something happen between the two of you I need to be aware of?"

When Orihime gulped but didn't respond, Tatsuki had her answer. "Lunch. Details. Be there." The dark-haired teen then returned to her seat and said nothing more.

Orihime and Ichigo both returned to their seats and waited for class to begin. Just as their sensei was about to commence the lesson, the former shifted her head around and blew Ichigo a kiss, silently mouthing to him, "Good luck."

She didn't comprehend what was coming over her to be so brazen, but whatever the feeling was, she certainly didn't desire for it to fade anytime soon.

Author's Note: Chapter seven completed. Thank you everyone for your support. The next chapter should hit in about a week, so stay tuned.