Author's Notes:
This took a while to write. Thank you to my co-worker Kenio for helping me expand on some details.
People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'you're safe with me'- that's intimacy.
Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
~Present Day~
Ichigo sat outside of the surgery unit staring at the marble floor.
Fear.
It was going to happen again. He was going to lose her for good this time.
No!
Yes!
Stop it dammit!
"It's called postpartum preeclampsia. This may have been due to her high blood pressure when giving birth. My team will be performing a laparotomy."
"What… what is that?" Ichigo stumbled over his words with Kazui fussing in his arms.
"We must open her up and find the cause of the bleed. Once we find it, we can stop it." A nurse came up beside Ichigo to help take his son.
"I don't get what's happening." He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "She was fine just a moment ago and now this."
"Don't worry Mr. Kurosaki, she's in good hands." The surgeon patted his shoulder before turning to walk away from him.
Ichigo closed his eyes. He prayed to God and all the higher beings in the universe to save her.
Slow footsteps could be heard coming closer to where Ichigo sat. The sound of the footsteps stopped in front of him. Opening his eyes, he seen the familiar wooden sandals and a cane. Looking up, Kisuke stared back down at him in sadness.
"Maybe I should have let you stick with what I learned. If I haven't told you about having someone, you wouldn't be in this predicament."
Ichigo heard his words but didn't really care for them. The sandal-hat man has been through enough for the past couple of months, so for him to be standing here was a miracle.
"Where's your baby?" he asked curiously as he took a seat.
"Back in the maternity ward. Chad is with him so he's safe." Kisuke knew why they needed a safeguard. They've all been through so much these past months. They were not out of the woods yet.
The sound of fast approaching footsteps was upon Ichigo. He looked up at a flushed Tatsuki. His eyes widen at his friend. He opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by a hard slap. That slap was powerful enough to knock his equilibrium off. Ichigo moaned at the pain and the taste of his blood.
"You told me you were going to protect her! Why are we back here again Ichigo? What the fuck did you do this time?" Tatsuki screamed in the waiting room. Kisuke stood by without bothering the two. Ichigo remained silent as he wiped the blood from his mouth.
More footsteps followed. His father Isshin, and twin sisters Yuzu and Karin stood behind an angry Tatsuki.
She fell to her knees. "Why do we keep coming back here?"
Ichigo could not answer that question.
At least he didn't want anyone to know the answer he came up with.
~o~
~ 6 Months Ago ~
Who was he kidding? He wasn't going to tell her anything.
He accepted it. He was a simp and a little weak.
Ichigo handed Orihime her bra. She gave a small smile in thanks.
"Move in with me." Ichigo pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. With her arms around her back hooking her bra, she paused. Her eyes found his. They stared at each other. Feeling conscious, Ichigo spoke up again. "I don't think you should be living alone especially since you're pregnant. I want to be near you… to take care of you." He quickly corrected himself.
"Shouldn't we talk about this some more."
"What's there to talk about? Pregnancy shouldn't only be a woman's burden."
Orihime raised an eyebrow. "Burden?"
Everything Tatsuki had told her previously began rushing to the forefront of her mind.
She shook her head in disappointment chuckling to herself. "No… no." She hooked her bra, then snatched her blouse from the floor and rushed to put it on. She made quick work by grabbing the rest of her clothes and dressing swiftly.
Ichigo was confused. "Why not?" he asked. He walked up to her to stop her frantic movements. She drew from his reach by stepping away from him.
"I don't even know you to move in with you." Orihime said harshly. "Now my pregnancy is a burden. Just no!" She slipped on her boots and grabbed her coat.
"Orihime!"
"No!" She left him alone.
Orihime stood outside of the tall glass luminous building. The traffic was light on the road and only a few people passed by. The driver who had picked her up from her apartment was long gone, so she was alone. Orihime huffed in frustration. This wasn't how their night was supposed to end. She wasn't supposed to be mad at him, but she couldn't take it anymore. They were supposed to talk, not have sex.
She tightened her coat around her body and began walking in whatever direction her feet would take her. Her thoughts were jumbled with everything that went wrong in her situation. She pursued him without any regard for her own feelings and looked where she ended up. Alone and walking home in an unknown area. Subsequently everything she had done; he gave her no validation of his feelings for her. Instead, she was hit with being a burden. Her pregnancy was a burden… which she caused.
After having sex with him without any protection that first night in his car, she should have protected herself. A morning after pill, and her own birth controls. But then again, she chose not to care and continued. For that senseless decision, she ended up pregnant, alone, and clueless.
The cold breeze blew making Orihime shiver. She continued her journey home.
Since Orihime arrived home that night, her emotions were all over the place. She didn't want to blame the pregnancy hormones, but it did heighten her emotional scale. Taking off her clothes, she made her way towards her bathtub. Turning on the faucet watching the tub fill with hot water, Orihime felt the tears trickle down her cheeks.
The past 24 hours had turned her situation into a reality. Ichigo was unreliable.
His emotions were unpredictable. One minute he's all simple, smiling and understanding. Next, he's angry and withdrawn, then he flips into someone else entirely. She replayed their disagreement trying to think of different ways it could have gone.
Orihime emerged from the bath wrapping herself in a robe. She crawled into bed and cried herself to sleep.
Waking up restless, she trudged herself through her morning routine to get ready for work. In the kitchen, over the sink filling her kettle with water for tea, she felt the tears falling down her cheeks again. Wiping them away she tried to make herself a meal, but only stood in front of her refrigerator playing each scenario relentlessly.
Hours went by before she realized the time. She wasn't leaving her house today. She sat at her kitchen table with a full cup of lukewarm tea staring into space.
Her eyes would shift from staring blankly in front of her to her phone screen. Watching it light up with notifications every few minutes. Reading the missed calls and unread text messages he sent her, a few from Tatsuki and her assistant manager of the bakery. Her assistant manager usually held down the bakery while Orihime would teach at the school during the weekdays.
Orihime usually comes in on the weekends to help with the influx of tourists and couples enjoying her bakery's ambiance. However, the way she was feeling, Orihime knew she could not give them her energy. She sent a quick message to her assistant letting her know she will be in on Monday.
Stripping out of the clothes she didn't remember putting on, Orihime crawled back into bed to sleep another dreamless dream.
Monday morning had arrived and Orihime felt weak. Entering her bakery with sunglasses on, she greeted her employees with a small smile. She walked quickly into the back to avoid engaging in conversation with them. Instead, she opted to help the baker with his duties.
Putting on her apron and washing her hands, she moved over to the oven to check on the bread being baked.
"Why do you have sunglasses on indoors?"
"Um you know, up late at night watching comedy movies," Orihime faked smiled.
He stared at her as he kneaded the dough. Pausing, he wiped his flour cover hands on his apron and walked over to Orihime. He reached and took off her sunglasses. His eyes were saddened at the sight of her red rimmed eyes and puffy face.
"I didn't know comedy movies could make you cry."
"Hacchi," Orihime took the sunglasses from him slipping it back on, "I just need to work to get my mind off the situation."
He sighed. "Okay. Remember you are only human. Don't keep your feelings bottled inside. Open your heart and tell him how you feel before he turns around and loves someone else." Orihime eyes snapped up at the big man who turned his back on her to wash his hands.
"Why… why would you say something like that?"
"Come on now." He turned to face her. "Everyone here can see how much you've changed. Plus, I've seen him drop you off one morning." He smiled. Orihime laughed. "Now, go wash your face and help me get these done before the lunch rush."
~x~
He watched her from his car. She was smiling happily at her customers as they ate. She had no care in the world. She had walked away from him, which would keep that smile on her face. His presence would only take that away.
His darkness was creeping towards the center of his soul. Each time he would have to go out and find the person that was coming after Kisuke, he would internally enjoy it. The torture he would inflict, the cries of his so-called victims, and the death they desperately craved to end their anguish. He felt immense pleasure for taking their lives. He could feel the changes, surely Chad could see it too since he is close to him. She is essential to his life. Her smile was a bright light he desperately needed.
But here she was smiling at someone else. He has never considered himself to be a jealous man. He had no reason to be… until now. Some pervert in an off-brand suit, had taken Orihime's hand and caressed it while looking at her chest. Ichigo's fists tighten on his steering wheel. He wanted to jump out of his car and confront the perverted bastard, but he had to keep his cool.
She had been ignoring him, causing him to feel annoyed. He figured she needed space from him. He gave her plenty of time. He refused to give her anymore. He needed to see her before he had to leave again. One of the phones was finally decrypted, leading them in the right direction.
His cellphone lit up with messages from Mizuiro rushing him.
Where are you?
We must get going soon.
Hello!
He huffed in irritation. A shadow caught his attention from the corner of his eyes.
Orihime stepped outside her shop to get some fresh air. Her apron flowing in the wind from the winter air. The beautiful goddess his body craved. He watched her smooth down her apron. She stopped at her stomach giving it a small rub, smiling sweetly. He decided he could wait a few more hours until closing time to confront her. They had to talk about the lingering issue prompting them to travel off course of this ride. She would be alone, and they would have no other choice but to talk it out.
He sent Mizuiro a message back, giving himself some more time. Ichigo also sent a quick text to Jackie of Orihime's bakery's address.
With any luck, he and Orihime can do more than talk before he leaves.
It was late in the evening when Ichigo got out of his car to enter the empty bakery. The last employee locking up was startled at his sudden appearance.
"I'm sorry we're closed sir," she said glancing down at her watch.
"I know. I need to speak to Orihime." The green-haired girl turned around towards where her boss was, noting that she could not be seen.
"I don't think that's a good idea." She faced him and looked at him up and down. "I never seen you around before, so I can't be sure who you are to her."
Ichigo smirked. He took out his phone and showed her the picture he had taken with Orihime when he finished fucking her. Both were naked, Orihime had her blushing face slightly hidden with her hands. The green haired girl blushed looking at the picture and back at Ichigo who smirked at her reaction.
"Out of all the pictures you could show me, why that one?"
"To show you who I am to her."
Still blushing she let him in. "Whatever. Lock the door." She turned and ran off.
He obliged by locking the door. He turned around, walking towards the back where he knew she would be. Orihime stood with her back towards him while she took inventory.
"You don't have to wait for me Mashiro. I should be done soon, so go catch your bus."
"Orihime…"
She quickly turned around at the sound of his voice. Orihime dropped her clipboard and pen, one hand placed on her chest as the other fell back to keep her balance.
"Wha… what are you doing here?" she stammered looking around to see if her assistant manager was close by.
"She left," he said, noticing her wandering eyes. "I had to see you again before I had to leave." Ichigo took a few steps closer to her.
"Leave?" Orihime stepped back out of his reach. Ichigo paused his strides taking in her caution.
"Why haven't you been answering my phone calls and texts?" Ignoring her question. Orihime looked around for her phone, knowing she hadn't used it since arriving at the bakery. Remembering she had turned it off since the weekend and did not turn it back on. "Well?"
"I… I forgot to turn it back on," she gave up on trying to find it.
"So, you purposely ignored me?"
"Everything is not about you." Orihime sighed in frustration knowing she was lying.
"Come again?" He fully approached her, towering over her with his height. He had to admit, her defiance was pissing him off and turning him on at the same time. She tried to shove him back, but only faltered backwards at her minimal effort. Giving up, she bit her lip, not bothering to give him a reply. He grabbed her chin so she would look up into his heated brown eyes.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you look biting your lip like that?"
His lips crashed into Orihime's with a hunger he's been craving for the past 48 hours. She swayed, feeling her knees growing weak from the tension. Her hands trailed up wrapping her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Every cell in her body was humming for him. Demanding more. More of his taste. More of his touch. More of him.
Her hands were all over him, touching his face, running down his chest, slipping under his shirt to feel the sculpted muscles of his abs. Her nails scratching his back as his teeth dragged on her bottom lip. His lips were hungry for her succulent lips, his tongue tasting the sweetness between them. His long fingers splayed on her back pulling her into his erection.
A strangled groan escapes her, making his dick twitch in response. He never felt so hard in his life. His other hand traveled to the nape of her neck, pulling her head back more so his tongue could fuck her mouth. His hips thrust into her, so she knows how hard she makes him.
He felt his phone vibrate twice. Ichigo growled as he broke the kiss and released her as if she just burned him.
He ran his hand down his face trying to get his emotions under control. "I have some business I need to handle."
Orihime blinked up at him. Her brain was sluggish with arousal and need. It took her a minute to really see him again.
"Business?" she croaked out. "Now?"
Ichigo adjusted himself. "Yes, that's why I have to leave."
Suddenly a coldness washed over her. She remembered why she ignored him this whole weekend.
Ichigo watched her eyes dim to any lack of emotions. Three heartbeats passed. She had remained silent.
"Orihime?" He tilted his head searching her eyes, but she was only looking past him. "Talk to me." With quick hands she shoved him back, causing Ichigo to stumble back with her sudden strength. He watched her lips part three times, suddenly he felt his stomach twist with skepticism.
"Talk?" she spoke after some time. "We don't talk, remember? Yet, you're leaving once again." She groaned. All of Tatsuki's warnings and Hacchi's words came flooding back to her. "I have no idea who you are," she said frustratingly. "What's your real job? Where do you really go? Also, what are we to each other?" Stealing the breath from her lungs and forcing herself to admit how badly she wants this to be a real relationship.
Oh no. The voice in her head warned.
"We've been at this for months. I blame the lack of communication. But then again, I knew if I said anything, you would pull away. I didn't want that."
Does pregnancy cause word vomit?
"How can you ask me to talk when you're never here? One moment you're here, and another moment you've gone to some other country." Orihime ran her hands through her hair.
Don't say it…
"All I knew was that I wanted to have you around more, be with you more…" her patience was running thin.
"Are you having second thoughts about us?" she swallowed past the lump in her throat.
Okay, now I'm just rambling.
"It's okay if you are. I mean this is hard for me to accept, I don't have a clue what it's like for you." His eyes snapped to hers, brow creased in confusion. "Being with me," she quickly clarifies. "I don't know what being with me is like for you... and now a baby."
Ichigo's frown deepens. She took notice but she could not stop herself from pouring out her emotions.
Don't go there!
"I want us to be together…"
Don't you dare say it!
"Because… I really like you, Ichigo."
Why did I say it?
"I don't know how since I barely know you." She was on the verge of tears. "I wasn't going to say anything, but I want more for us." she forcefully wiped away her escaped tears but failing.
Damn hormones.
"Why did you find me if you're just going to leave me again?" Orihime whispered through her sobs.
Damn these hormones.
Ichigo ran his hands through his hair in frustration cursing under his breath. He didn't come here to upset her, that was the last thing on his mind. It was torturous not hearing from her when he called and texted her, but if he kept his distance maybe she wouldn't be this agitated with his presence. The look in her eyes, she was mentally cracking under the undefined relationship.
"Please tell me what it is that keeps you away from me for periods of time?" Orihime had foregone her confession and asked an easy question. She watched him turn the truth over in his mind, his eyes darting from one side of the kitchen to the other. Orihime held up her hand. "Don't lie to me, not about something as simple as this."
He gave her a scowl which was supposed to scare her off. For it to make her back down from whatever storm of emotions she may have stumbled upon. Ones he doesn't want her to see. Except, she does see them. Etched onto the ridge of his brow and swimming in his intense brown eyes. She could feel something was wrong, and he didn't trust her enough to talk about it, or he did but did not know how she would react to it.
Ichigo had to choose his words wisely without setting off any alarms, however that would only make her doubt him. He sighed. "I have a lot of enemies."
"Enemies?" Orihime asked confused. "Are you a gambler? Do you owe some people money?"' she asked out of concern.
"It's like you to think something so simple in this world," he muttered.
Orihime frowned before rolling her eyes.
"No nothing like that. The clients I work for have…" Ichigo finding the right words- "problems and you can call me the fixer of those problems." Orihime nodded somewhat in understanding. "With fixing those problems comes more problems aimed at me. The solution they come up with which is not wise, is to try to hurt me. However, before they can do that, I get rid of the problem." Her eyes widen at the realization.
"When you say get rid of… do you mean you hurt those people?"
"No."
I'll let him finish explaining before saying anything. Orihime remained quiet.
"Worst case scenario, I kill them." Ichigo's eyes turned into something dark. Orihime's stomach dropped. She knew whatever he was going to say out of his mouth after, she was going to hate it. She took a step back from Ichigo, who eyed her reaction.
"You… you kill people?" she gripped the table behind her. "Are you an assassin? A contract killer?"
"No," Ichigo shook his head. "We call it a Reactor. I eliminate the ones who come after my clients. Sometimes it could be desperate people looking for quick money, family members with a grudge, or in a worst-case scenario, an assassin." He ran a hand over his face before looking her in the eyes again. "I give some of them a chance to redeem themselves. Try to get back on my client's good side. But, if they decide to come after me instead, I kill them. Before they can kill me. You can call it… self-defense with deadly force." Orihime tried to make sense of his words. "That's only if they decide to take that route. I always try to resolve the problem through communication. If that fails, I take it a step further with force… the final step being deadly force."
Orihime was truly at a loss for words. How was she supposed to respond to his truth?
All this time when he goes to work and goes out of the country… he's killing people? For his clients?
Everything she thought he could be… this was worse. He chooses to kill - when it calls for it - and gets paid for it. All the money he makes is blood money. She's having his baby. Does that mean she has blood on her hands for lying with a murderer? Guilty by association? Will she go to jail? Will she give birth behind bars? Her baby will be with her for the first 18 months. What happens after? Will her baby grow up without both parents because they're in jail for murder? Since he commits murders internationally, would that make them international serial killers? What if they're shipped to a max prison outside of Japan? Her Blueberry would never know her then!
Orihime groans from her mind reeling. She held her head as she stumbled over towards the sink. She felt nauseous.
Ichigo tried to help her, but she flinched away from his touch.
"Don't… don't touch me!" Her vision blurs from the corners until it tints everything.
Why did I ask him to tell me who he really was? If I stayed ignorant about the whole thing, I would not have known how truly dangerous he is.
Orihime grew angry. She wanted to slap, bite, and punch him. She was internally screaming.
All she had was words. The less than polite ones which were crowding her tongue ready to escape. She looked at him ready to give her two cents but paused at seeing his pained facial expression. Taking a deep breath, she had to voice her anger... or regret?
"Why didn't you tell me this in the beginning? You… you planted yourself into my life. You knew me before I knew you. Ichigo, you know where I work, live, who my friends are, what I like… everything. You touched me…" Orihime grabbed her shoulders hugging herself, trying to protect herself, "and got me pre…" her hands traveled to her lower abdomen where her Blueberry grew every day.
Ichigo's eyes zeroed in on her hands. He knew this was how her reaction would be, hence why he didn't want to tell her. Get her involved. Get anyone involved. He shouldn't have expected Orihime to be like his mother. She was her own person with her own feelings.
"Why… why me? Why did you enter my life if all you're going to do was put me in danger?"
Ichigo's silence cut Orihime deeply. He felt his phone vibrate twice again. Pulling out his phone he seen an incoming text from both Jackie and Mizuiro.
"Before I leave, I'm going to have someone here to protect you until I return." He left the kitchen ignoring her questions, making his way towards the entrance. Orihime mouth gaped open at his departure. Pulling herself together, she ran out of the kitchen to follow his long strides. He unlocked the door for a tall dark-skinned woman. "Her name is Jackie. She will be protecting you in my absence."
Orihime recognized her as one of his bouncers from his birthday party.
"Ichigo…" she spoke nervously, looking at the newcomer then back at him. "Please don't leave without talking to me first." Despite her conflicting emotions, she needed him to stay. If they talk it out, maybe she will come to some type of understanding about everything. "You can't leave now after dropping something major like that." He looked at her hesitantly. New tears were forming in her eyes causing him to clench his fists.
Looking down at her, he assessed her features noting even through tears she was still beautiful. "Get plenty of rest and stay healthy. I'll see you when I get back." With those words he turned and left.
~x~
"She's beautiful," said a soft voice.
"Unique hair color too," said the silver haired man.
"What would happen if we took her away from him sir?" The emerald eyed man spoke softly.
"He's been taking our men from us, so why not something so valuable that we know he'll miss." Responded the light blue-haired man. "We can also tame her." He growled.
"Disgusting."
"Don't judge me."
~x~
Orihime watched the four men sitting at the table talking. The silver haired man sipped his coffee as he watched her look back at him. She smiled to ease the weird tension. She turned away and made her way to the restroom.
Jackie watched her leave towards the back of the bakery. Orihime smiled at her mouthing 'ladies' room'. She nodded at Orihime and went back to her phone, probably talking to Ichigo giving updates. She felt a tinge of frustration. She had texted him for the past three days that he's been gone, but he refused to answer her. Ideally, he rather gather reports from Jackie and then talk to her about the way they had left things.
She came to understand a little bit more about his services from Jackie. She didn't give full details, but she told Orihime the basics. Everything he does is within reason. His clients were good people making an honest living, and those who came after them trying to cause their downfall, Ichigo dealt with it.
Orihime entered the restroom to handle her business. After finishing up, she washed her hands. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the dark circles forming from the sleepless nights thinking about Ichigo. She tried to see the glow that comes with being pregnant, but she has yet to see it. She has been lonely since Ichigo took his trip.
Orihime barely seen Tatsuki since she has been focusing on her students for their upcoming competition. She wanted to at least spend a simple day with her friend at the school, but the home economics teacher gave her a week off. As a replacement, she has been at the bakery daily with Jackie in tow. Jackie was not much of a conversationalist, but Orihime appreciated the company.
A knock could be heard from the closed door.
"Occupied," she shouted out to the patron. Another knock, but harder followed her response. Orihime heaved a sigh thinking maybe they need to use the restroom badly. Walking toward the door, she unlocked it and opened it. She was surprised, when her eyes trailed up to the tall messy black haired pale skinned man. His emerald, green eyes stared at her intensely. Orihime took a step back, causing him to take a step forward into the restroom. She backed up some more, making him fully enter. He quickly closed the door, locking it.
Orihime looked behind him as he locked it. Panic ran through her body, her mind registering what was happening. She started to scream, but his large pale hand covered her mouth. He pushed her backwards, caging her between the tiled wall and himself. His other hand came up and grabbed her by the neck, pushing down with pressure causing Orihime to make a strangled noise.
Tears welled up in her eyes. Her fingernails clawed at his wrists and hands trying to make him let go. But he squeezed harder, making her vision blur from lack of oxygen. She blinked trying to stay conscious. Her eyes staring back up at his eyes. Green slit-shaped pupils stared back, callous and indifferent from the situation at hand.
Many thoughts ran through her mind. Who was this man? How was she going to get out of this? Did anyone see him walk in here? Where is Jackie? Will Blueberry be alright?
Oh God! Blueberry! Her hands left his wrists to cover her stomach, trying to protect the small life she was growing. The assailant's eyes shifted from her eyes down to the movements of her hands. He watched her cover her abdomen.
"I see. You're pregnant with a child. What an unexpecting development." Orihime felt fear running through her veins as he took notice of how vulnerable she was.
He released her neck. Orihime had a coughing fit. Slowly, she took deep breaths trying to gather much-needed oxygen. She rubbed her neck, still feeling the heat from his hand.
"Who are you?" she rasped out.
He looked down at her, staring at her blankly as darkness clouded them.
"Tell Ichigo Kurosaki, that if he wants to keep his offspring alive, he better back down." Orihime shivered as his eyes traveled down to her midsection.
"I'm not... why...?" she stuttered squeezing her arms around herself.
A hand slammed against the tiled wall behind her head causing her to jump and shriek out.
"Pass along the message. You've been warned." He slid his hand down before tucking it into his pocket. He then turned and walked out the restroom, leaving Orihime. A shaky breath left her mouth, not knowing she was holding it in. She slid down to the floor as her body began to shake, sobs escaping her mouth. She didn't know how long it took, but Jackie finally came running into the restroom to find her still on the floor crying.
"Orihime, what happened?" Jackie panicked. She looked around trying to find the cause of her sudden onslaught of emotions.
"I... don't... know!" she sobbed. "Some man came in and just… choked me. Then he said something about Ichigo and then… he… threatened Blueberry. Why… my baby? They're innocent!" she exclaimed. Anxiety poured throughout her body. "Oh my God, he's going to kill me!" Orihime started to scramble to get off the floor, pushing Jackie out of the way.
Orihime ran into the bakery lobby.
"What's wrong Orihime?" Mashiro asked, watching her boss look around frantically.
The four men were no longer in their seats. Orihime ran out of the store looking in both directions. Her eyes caught the sight of the blue haired man leaning against a blacked-out luxury jeep. He was staring at her smirking. He licked his lips in delight at the fear she was showing him. He winked at her before hopping inside and driving off.
Orihime watched as the jeep disappear into the late morning traffic. Jackie came after her a few seconds later.
"Orihime!" She turned to face the dark-skinned woman.
"Call Ichigo and tell him to come home. Now!"
~x~
Ichigo entered his home hearing soft music through the back. He walked in to see Jackie sitting on the couch. Her eyes shifted from her phone to Ichigo.
"Where is she?"
Jackie stood up to greet him properly. "She's in the bath."
"How long has she been in there?" He placed his travel bag down on the floor.
"Not long. Since we arrived, she had locked herself in the bedroom. She finally came out an hour ago asking me how far you were. She then told me she was going to take a bath."
Ichigo nodded knowing she wasn't close to hearing him. "What the hell happened? Why weren't you watching her?" his voice filled with rage.
Jackie flinched. "I'm sorry sir. I watched her go into the restroom. I waited." Ichigo's eyes narrowed. "She... she was only in there for 10 minutes." Jackie paused. "When she hadn't come out, I checked on her and found her on the floor crying. At first, I thought something had happened to her baby, but she told me a guy choked her while threatening the baby. Also, mentioning something about you." she explained.
"What?" Ichigo seethe.
Jackie looked away. "She didn't tell me much after that. Not who the person was or what they looked like. Just to call you so you can get home."
Ichigo ran his hand through his hair. He started to pace back and forth.
"Fuck!" he shouted. He took out his phone. "Yukio. I need to get the CCTV from Hime Sweets. Look into all the customers who showed up today. Background checks, criminal checks, everything. Don't leave no stone unturned." he growled. "I know it's late dammit. Just get me what I need." He hung up, turning towards Jackie. "You can go."
"I'm sorry sir." Ichigo ignored her as she took her leave. He reached for his bag and pulled out his laptop. Starting it up, he went to grab himself a drink. As he poured, he could still hear soft music coming from the back of his home.
Downing the burning alcohol, Ichigo walked towards his master bathroom. Entering, he sees Orihime inside the large tub with her arms hanging out on one side. Her hair sat on top of her in a messy bun. She was humming to the music coming from the Bluetooth speaker Ichigo had installed when he bought the place. He was about to turn back around to give her privacy, but the sound of her soft sobs stopped him.
He walked in and stripped off his clothes. Ichigo walked over to the tub. She turned and looked up at him. Her eyes took in his nakedness. Understanding, she moved up in the tub to make space. He stepped in and sat behind her soaking in the hot vanilla scented bath.
Orihime poured some of her bath soap on loofa and handed it to him.
He washed up as they sat in silence, while soft music played throughout the room. She unhooked the shower head so he could wash off. He placed it to the side when he was finished. Ichigo then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body against his own. She stiffened at his touch but relaxed in a few moments.
Ichigo sat looking at the foamed bubbles surrounding their bodies. They have been apart for only three days. He had told her what his job consisted of, and that in turn disgusted and scared her. Yet, she stayed. With his job came trouble, which had been redirected onto her and his unborn child.
His hand slowly moved to her stomach. Orihime flinched at the gesture. She turned her head to face him. Her eyes were red from crying. Rubbing small circles on her stomach caused her to turn her head around and lean back on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he said, breaking the silence.
"... thank you for coming back," she whispered.
He continued to make small circles on her to keep her calm. She squirmed in his hold causing him to harden. That was the last thing on his mind, but his body reacted naturally to the feel of her.
Orihime moaned as she felt his stiffen member pressing against her clit.
He ran his hands from her stomach down to her hips making her shiver. Her hips moved trying to keep the same pleasuring feeling on her excited nerves. His hands gripped her waist keeping her still. One of his hands moved from her hip to her messy bun.
He pulled her head back, whispering in her ear. "I want you to ride me."
Orihime shivered with excitement. Lifting her hips, she reached between her thighs and grabbed his hardened member. Lining up at her entrance, she slowly pushed his bulbous head past her awaiting lips. The hand on her hip tightens, while his other hand traveled from her hair down to wrap his fingers around her throat.
She paused, feeling his hand around her neck. He did not squeeze her throat like that unnamed man. Still, the feeling lingered making her tighten up.
"Don't think." He said guiding her the rest of the way down his length.
Orihime bit down on her lip moaning only thinking about his hands on her. Her body hummed in pleasure as Ichigo slowly moved his hips. She met him with each slow thrust. "Just like that… keep riding me. I missed this..." he whispered. His hand moved from her neck down to her breast. He caressed each mound, pinching her pink nipples. Orihime closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure and sensations of his touch. Moments later, she fell back on Ichigo in shock. He had placed the shower head on her clit causing her to stop to catch her breath.
He grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her head back. "Did I tell you to stop?"
"No," Orihime moaned.
The added water pressure from the shower head massaged her center. She closed her legs to keep from coming. "Open your legs," he whispered in her ear.
Orihime never thought she could be more turned on when he commanded her in his deep voice. She complied. He thrust his hips, causing her to grip the sides of the tub.
She rode him as moans spilled out from her lips. She felt like she had no control over her body. The sounds of their intimacy reverberated off the bathroom walls. She wanted this moment to last forever, but the pressure that was building in her core needed to be released.
Letting go of her hair, he wrapped his arms around her body cupping her breast. "Are you close?" he whispered in her ear as he pulled on her nipple. Goosebumps spread across her flushed skin. She nodded her head. "I want to hear you say it."
"Yes... I'm gonna come," she moaned as she twirled her hips. He groaned as his hips moved with hers. His hand dropped from her breast to her waist pulling her flushed against his skin.
"Go ahead and come for me, Orihime." She threw her head back as she came undone in his arms. He quickly came after her.
She trembled at the feeling of him throbbing inside her as he emptied himself.
"That was the first time I ever experienced something like that," Orihime said after catching her breath. She turned to face him as he pulled himself out of her.
"I bet," he smirked when he leaned back against the tub pressing his knuckles to his jaw.
His eyes trailed over her post orgasmic body. To the suds covering her breasts up to her neck. His trail stopped. He felt fury and possessiveness coarse through his body. There on her neck was a dark red handprint wrapped around her throat. His eyes turned dark studying the mark.
Ichigo's eyes slowly closed before opening them again. Orihime studied his sudden stillness. His facial features darkened further as his eyes never left her neck. Orihime's hand slowly traveled up to her neck touching it softly. The pain was still there. Before getting into the bathtub, she had seen the red mark. She understood why Ichigo was quiet.
"It looks worse than it feels," she said trying to cover it with her small hands. Ichigo's eyes snapped from her neck up to her hazel eyes. He tsked, grabbing the sides of the tubs to get himself up. "Where are you going?" Orihime asked in a panic.
He walked over to the shower stall and washed off the soap suds. Orihime watched him through the fogless glass. He turned off the shower, stepping out to grab a towel to wrap around his waist.
"Ichigo," she whispered trying to get his attention.
"Don't stay in too long. I don't want you to catch a cold," he then left.
Walking into his bedroom he toweled off and grabbed a pair of sweats to put on. He didn't bother to get any underwear. He went back to his living room to retrieve his cell phone. He checked his messages and seen a couple from Renji, his sister Yuzu and Yukio. Ignoring the first two messages, he opened the latter.
It's done
Call me ASAP!
Ichigo turned towards his laptop and unlocked the secured documents. He called Yukio immediately as he opened the documents.
"Did you check the contents," Yukio said getting straight to the point. Ichigo scrolled through the four files.
"Who are they?"
"The one's we've been looking for." Ichigo felt his heart pounding in his ears pausing his movements. "And you won't guess who's among them."
"Who?" Ichigo asked as he looked at each photo, stopping at the one Yukio was mentioning. "Shit! What the fuck is he doing with them?"
"Exactly." Yukio was typing something on his laptop. "We got to go to him tomorrow. He took a flight to Singapore a few hours after leaving the bakery."
Ichigo groaned. He had to leave her again just as soon as he came back. "Singapore huh." Ichigo scrolled through the next file. "Call the captain and tell him to have the jet fueled for early tomorrow morning. We should be able to get the all clear from flight control for take-off. I don't need any delays. Getting to Singapore to figure out this shit is our only and top priority. I'll have Mizuiro and Keigo head there tonight. You stay and get some rest." Ichigo, feeling a presence behind him, turned around to find Orihime standing still. She stood there in a bathrobe and hair still dripping with water. "I'll call Kisuke to update him."
"Got it." Ichigo tossed the phone on the table.
"You're leaving again?" Orihime stared at him intensely.
"Yeah." He turned back around towards the laptop looking at the next file. Orihime walked up behind him.
"Why? Why are you leaving so soon? You just got back. What if... what if they come back when you're gone?" her words came out in a panic. "Ich- That's him!" Ichigo jumped at her sudden shrilled panic. He turned to find Orihime's face had turned deathly pale. Her fingers pointing towards his computer screen.
He turned back around to see the green-eyed man staring back at him.
"Ulquiorra Cifer." Ichigo read while studying the man's face.
"He's... he's the one who cornered me in the restroom at the bakery... and threatened me." Orihime started breathing rapidly. Her hands moved to her neck starting to feel the pressure that was there from earlier. Ichigo turned back to face her. Her eyes were glued to the screen. His eyes were cold even through a simple picture. "He said... he said for you to back down... if not Blueberry... will be-"
"Orihime breathe." Ichigo closed the laptop. Her hands squeezed her neck, feeling the cold hands slowly taking her breath away. Ichigo got up from the couch and stood in front of Orihime. He took hold of her wrist to pull her hand away from her neck. Her eyes were glossed over in a daze living the nightmare of that man ready to take her life. Tears fell from her eyes. He would take Blueberry away from her if Ichigo did not back down. Her eyes flashed to Ichigo's panicked face. "Please Orihime, breathe."
"You need to back down or stop whatever it is you do." She cried. "He will take Blueberry away from us… from me!" Ichigo could only hold her as she cried for their unborn child's safety.
Finally, when she had calmed down, Ichigo had brought her back to his bedroom to rest. She sat on his bed. Taking off her robe, he gave her one of his T-shirts. Removing the towel around her head, he retrieved his hair dryer from his bathroom. He stood in front of her and began to blow dry her hair.
Orihime sat silently enjoying the pampering he was given her. After a while, her mind drifted to the fact he would be leaving again.
"Can I go with you?" she asked once he turned off the blow dryer. Ichigo paused at her question. She looked up at him, noticing his eyes were searching for the best answer. "I... I don't want to be alone again." She reached for his hand that was not holding the hair dryer. "I know what you do is dangerous. These past three days I thought about it. It was hard to accept at first." She squeezed his hand. "I panicked when you told me that these hands," looking at his peach-colored hands which were bigger than her own- "take lives. But there is a reason for it. You always have a reason for doing something." Her eyes trailed up to find his brown eyes softly looking back at her. "So please… take me with you. I feel safer with you."
He knew she would miss him.
He knew she would find a way to be with him.
Ichigo sat beside her placing the hair dryer to his side.
"Orihime." He looked into her eyes. He didn't know what tomorrow would hold.
"Please," she pleaded.
The light he had once seen in her eyes was dimming. The darkness of everything in his life was extinguishing the light she once had. The love he was searching for, the light he needed was slowly being denied from entering his life. He had to keep the light from going out.
"Okay."
One a jet to destination, Orihime was nervous. She had not been on a plane before. When she would travel it would be by train or bus. Once settled into her seat, she reached for the seat belt and secured it like her life depended on it. Ichigo followed her entering the cabin. He gave her luggage to one of the flight attendants. Sitting in the seat beside her, he couldn't help but chuckle at how frightened she was.
"When you told me you never flew before, I thought you be excited not scared."
"I'm not scared," she lied. Ichigo just laughed. A different flight attendant approached the two-offering champagne. Ichigo took a flute ready to give it to her. Orihime quickly denied it, turning her focus on the runway. Her leg was bouncing with nervousness.
She cried internally when the jet started moving. Ichigo took her hand trying to calm her. She entwined her fingers in his. She started to squeeze it. Ichigo stared at her as the jet gained speed to take flight. She let go of his hand to hold unto the armrest. Her hands gripped the armrest, nails digging into them. Ichigo smirked as his hands moved from his armrest to her thigh. Orihime eyes widen at his sudden touch. She looked over at him, seeing him smirk as his hands trail up her thighs to the waistband of her pants. Her eyes left Ichigo to scan the cabin, checking to see if any flight attendants were insight.
"They're in their seats for takeoff." Ichigo said, grabbing her attention. She gasped at his hands caressing her waist under her shirt, fingers brushing her navel. Orihime's eyes were fixated on Ichigo's smoldering brown eyes. His fingers pushed past the waistband of her panties, finding the very spot he knew would keep her mind on him.
He felt the wetness around her entrance. With small circular movements his fingers moved to massage her clit. Orihime mouth gaped at the sensation. She leaned her head towards him, hoping he would kiss her. Ichigo leaned over his own seat and gave her mouth a peck. She groaned at the small gesture. He smiled before kissing her again, this time deeper.
Having enough moisture on his fingers, Ichigo thrusted two fingers into Orihime. He pushed deep and twisted upwards to massage her g-spot. She ripped her mouth away gasping loudly, feeling the intrusion stretch her to accommodate the thickness of his fingers. She arched up from the seat as incoherent words fell from her lips. His thumb continued to brush her sensitive clit. She squirmed, feeling herself getting close to her peak. Until he pulled his hand out from her pants.
Orihime's eyes snapped open staring straight ahead. She then turned her head slowly to an empty seat beside her. Her eyes moved towards Ichigo in the couchof the jet. Legs crossed, one arm on the backrest and his other hand in his mouth sucking his fingers clean. He was alluringly looking back at Orihime.
She felt tears prick the corner of her eyes. She blinked them away.
"Why did you stop?"
"To keep you from thinking about anything else."
"Are you punishing me?"
"No Orihime." Ichigo smirked. "I can't give you all the pleasure before landing at our destination. We have the next three days to explore much more of each other. Trust me."
Orihime sighed. She squeezed her thighs together to calm herself down. For a six-hour flight, Ichigo had accomplished his goal. She thought of nothing else but her next release.
Landing in Singapore, Ichigo was greeted by Keigo and Mizuiro. They stood by a black tinted window SUV. They approached the bright haired duo.
"Wassup boss? Was the flight comfortable?"
Ichigo grunted in response, handing Keigo his own and Orihime's luggage. "This is Orihime," he pointed out. "Orihime this is Keigo and Mizuiro. They're my right hands." She smiled at the two men giving them a small wave. Keigo paused his movements admiring his boss's companion. Ichigo raised an eyebrow at Keigo's gawking stare. He gave a nervous smile before heading to the trunk of the vehicle to place their bags.
Mizuiro handed Ichigo a tablet. He gave the run-down of what he found since arriving last night. With much understanding they were on the move towards their destination.
In the SUV, Ichigo looked through the tablet at each target they would have to deal with while in this new country. Mizuiro typed away on his laptop in the passenger seat while Keigo focused on the road listening to soft jazz.
Ichigo's eyes drifted away from the tablet to Orihime. She stared out the window embracing the sights of the city. She has not said much since getting off the plane. Bringing her here did put his mind at peace, but her silence bothered him. He knew she would be safer by his side where he could keep an eye on her, however where was her mind.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly.
She turned and looked at him. "Nothing too serious. I never thought I would be here in a different country." He nodded in understanding.
"Hopefully you will enjoy yourself here. Maybe next time you can come here with Tatsuki as a girl's trip." Orihime smiled, nodding before turning her attention towards the scenery out the window.
Entering the hotel, Ichigo and Orihime walked through the hotel lobby. He made his way towards the concierge, while she stayed behind. After checking in, Ichigo was making his way towards Orihime when a loud sweet voice called his name.
"Ichigo sweetie." The bright-haired duo both turned towards the voice.
A busty strawberry blonde woman walked up to the male. Orihime seen him smile a genuine smile at the woman. One she hasn't seen in the past 15 hours since he came back. All she could do was look down at her feet, feeling the little green-eyed monster begin to wrap her mind in jealousy.
"Rangiku," Ichigo called out sweetly. She embraced him a warm tight hug when he had opened his arms out. Orihime's eyes snapped back up watching the two embraced in such a familiar way. They let go of each other and talked excitedly. Rangiku touched his arm and threw her head back in laughter at something he said. She quickly looked away. She knew Ichigo had to have had a past, but to see it displayed in front of her eyes was an entirely different thing.
Finally, after talking for an eternity, Ichigo's eyes drifted over to Orihime who still stood a few feet away.
"Let me introduce you, Rangiku this is Orihime Inoue." The elegant lady extended out her hand for Orihime to take. She shook her hand with a smile. The auburn-haired girl looked away from Rangiku towards Ichigo who was still smiling sweetly. The jealousy was coursing through her veins. Did she not deserve a better introduction than that? Probably not. Her eyes drifted back to the other woman. "Orihime this is Rangiku Matsumoto. She's my father's old assistant when he was running the business."
"I was more like his second hand than an assistant. Isshin couldn't do a thing without me… well that was until Masaki came along. Suddenly, he knew how to do everything and anything," Rangiku and Ichigo laughed at the past memory. She watched the two in their exchange. She felt the fondness they shared.
Orihime smiled looking at the woman. "It's nice to meet you."
"You as well. And my, aren't you a pretty thing? Ichigo, please tell me she's your girlfriend?" Orihime pulled her hand back.
"No," she quickly responded. Ichigo eyes shifted to her. She could feel his eyes burning into the side of her face, but she refused to acknowledge him.
"Aww that's not good," Rangiku frowned. "You two look great together. Well come, come. Gin is upstairs. He will be elated to see you." Orihime finally looked at Ichigo. She flinched seeing something dark pass through his features, however it quickly shifted back into his neutral mask. He placed a hand on the small of her back giving her a small push to follow Rangiku.
Entering the huge office, sat the silver-haired man behind a desk typing away on a computer.
Orihime felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. She never thought she would be seeing the same man that watched her oddly the day before.
"Darling, guess who's here for a visit," Rangiku called out excitedly. She walked further into the office as if she owned it. Making her way around the desk she turned the executive office chair around to face her. Pulling off his reading glasses, she caressed his cheek. "Ichigo! I don't remember the last time we seen him. Come on." She grabbed his hand pulling him along so they could sit on one of the couches his office provides.
Orihime felt fear coarse through her body. Ichigo took notice of how stiff she had gotten. He reached over to her and patted her thigh getting her attention. 'It's okay,' he mouthed. Calming down she looked down at the marble floor, finding it more interesting.
The silver-haired man sat down, with Rangiku sitting close to him, fingers intertwined lovingly.
"Gin…" Ichigo sat staring daggers at him.
"Ichigo Kurosaki. How long has it been?"
"Not long enough apparently."
Gin smiled mockingly. "Still hostile are we. What brings you here with…" his slit eyes opened revealing bright blue eyes- traveled towards Orihime who sat quietly beside Ichigo. His smile dissipated. "Who might this lovely lady be?"
"You've met her just yesterday actually," Ichigo replied menacingly. "With the one person I've been searching for. To my surprise you were with him." Gin's attention shifted back to Ichigo.
"Is that so?"
"You think I came her for shits and giggles? What the hell were you thinking?" Gin squeezed Rangiku's hand. As if on queue, she got up.
"Come Orihime, how about we do a little shopping."
Orihime eyes jumped up from the floor up to the blonde woman. Her eyes flicker between Ichigo and Rangiku. Ichigo turned away from Gin, towards Orihime. He smiled softly.
"Go ahead. I'll see you later for dinner." She slowly nodded. Getting up her eyes went to Gin who was watching her every move. Rangiku pulled her attention, by grabbing her arm and dragging her out of the tense situation.
Ichigo waited until the door fully closed before sitting on the edge of his chair.
"What the fuck Gin?" Said man got up walking towards his desk. He retrieved a tablet and brought it back to Ichigo.
"I only found out who she was when we got there. Why do you have someone so close to you now? All these years you kept to yourself. Hell, your father and I thought you were gay. No judgement." He threw his hands up. Ichigo rolled his eyes. "You always had a straight work ethic about you. Working nonstop. But damn, imagine my shock finding out you have a girlfriend who happens to be pregnant."
"She's not my girlfriend," he said slowly.
"Even if she's not, it doesn't make the situation better. His eyes are on her and not in a good way" He nodded towards the tablet. "In there you'll find everything I know."
"You've been at this for years," Ichigo looked through each file. "I won't lie, when I'd seen you on the CCTV and files, I thought you switched sides."
Ichigo looked up to see Gin staring at him seriously. "You know I would never do something like that." His eyes drifted towards his desk. "Not until I finish what I started."
"Does she know?"
Gin looked back at Ichigo. "No, and I don't plan on telling her until I've gotten revenge."
Ichigo sighed. "Be careful, there's no telling what can go wrong in these types of situations."
"Sosuke Aizen is the man I've been working with," Gin said ignoring Ichigo's statement. "He has someone above him he takes orders from. All these years I have no idea who it is. However, lately he's been going solo on certain decisions, especially with Kisuke Urahara. He's becoming greedy."
"Looking at these pictures of him, you would never guess he's pulling the strings." Ichigo stared at Aizen's photo. "Why does he even want Kisuke's patent? How will it benefit him?"
"That man wants a war."
"What?"
"A war Ichigo, and he'll drag everyone down with him to get it."
~x~
Rangiku pulled Orihime into another boutique shop.
"This is so gorgeous. I gotta try it on." Rangiku pulled out a black satin cold shoulder plunge dress, with a high split. "We must get you one too. I can't be the only one trying on clothes, can I?" Orihime smiled nervously. Walking into different sections of the shop. "This one!" she pointed to one hanging by the wall.
Orihime looked at the red dress. "That's really not me."
"Oh, hush sweetie. If you wear this, Ichigo will fall all over you." She looked at Orihime. "You guys might have said no to you two dating, but I know something is up. I can see it in the way he looks at you." She smiled. "And the way you look at him. I've seen how jealous you were when I hugged him earlier."
Orihime looked away nervously. "Sorry, I didn't know."
"It's okay. I know how you feel. If any women hugged my Gin liked that I would be jealous too. Rather than giving her the opportunity to touch him, I would intervene."
"Ichigo and I aren't really… a thing. Boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Why not?"
"… I don't know," Orihime shrugged. "I don't know how this whole thing is going to work since I confessed after getting pregnant."
"You're pregnant!" Rangiku screamed. The other shoppers in the shop turned towards the two women. Orihime blushed. She apologized to them, before turning to Rangiku. She slapped her forehead while sighing in frustration. "So let me get this straight. You two met at his old high school, hooked up at his birthday party, continued having sex, got pregnant, confessed and now…"
Orihime remained quiet.
"This whole situation is way out of order." Rangiku was deep in thought trying to piece everything together. "I can't understand what Ichigo is thinking. He pursued you, yet he's leaving you high and dry. Well not technically since he's still around, but to leave you in such a vulnerable state is…"
"Reckless," Orihime whispered. Rangiku's eyes widen at the word.
"… sadly yes." Rangiku walked up to Orihime, pushing her bangs from her face. "Therefore, you be reckless too."
Orihime raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Well, why not? You want him don't you." Rangiku walked over to the wall removing the dress. "Wear this and take what's yours." Confusingly Orihime took the dress. "Drive him crazy, that way he'll have no other choice but to say what he wants." Rangiku smirked. "I'll teach you a few things."
"… okay," Orihime agreed.
To ensure that he's as wrecked by this risky relationship as me? What a desperate thing to do to someone you want to at least like you back.
~x~
As Orihime approached the table, Ichigo could not take his eyes off her. Rangiku had taken her shopping and brought back an entirely different woman. He didn't know if he should curse or thank Rangiku. Orihime had on a red off shoulder wrap dress that came down to her knees with a high slit showing her inner thigh. The dress hugged her frame causing heads to turn. His eyes traveled down her long legs to freshly pedicured feet dawned in metallic champagne open toed ankle strapped high heels.
He stood up and walked around the table to her chair to pull it out. She smiled and sat down.
Throughout the serving of appetizers and entrees, Ichigo's eyes linger from Orihime's light make-up face to her collar bone down to her cleavage. He doesn't know how he will get through the rest of dinner without throwing her onto the table and devouring her whole.
Ichigo thanked the gods when the waiter approached. He was ready for the check.
"Any dessert." Before Ichigo could protest, Orihime interrupted.
"Yes please!" Ichigo's eyes snapped towards her. Orihime smiled. "Can I have the chocolate raspberry cake," she beamed.
"Not a problem ma'am," the waiter blushed before making his way to put in the order. Ichigo didn't know if he was annoyed or impressed with how calm he was.
"I'm sorry. I have this thing about trying desserts at restaurants." The waiter returned a few minutes later with a slice of layered chocolate delicacy drizzled in raspberry sauce. Orihime smiled at the plating, admiring the effort it took to make it so pleasing to the eye.
"You're definitely a bakery owner." Ichigo smirked.
"I know, I know." Orihime grabbed her spoon and scooped a decent amount of her dessert. She hummed in delight when it entered her mouth. Ichigo watched her savor the sweetness. "You should try it," she said breaking his lingering eyes.
Ichigo shook his head. "You look like you want it more than I do."
She pushed the plate to his side of the table. "Try it." Ichigo raised an eyebrow at her command.
Well, that's new.
Taking the extra spoon, Ichigo took a spoonful of chocolate cake. He raised the spoon showing it to her before tasting it. The rich chocolate was welcoming. Orihime smiled. Taking the plate back, she took another spoonful. She moaned at the warm and sweet taste.
Ichigo's eyes widen. The sound of her moan had brought him back to the first time she tasted the crepe he had made. He couldn't help but appreciate the same feeling he had then still existed now. She took the raspberry from the top of the cake and popped it into her mouth. Ichigo chuckled at how cute she was.
With the raspberry glaze on her fingers, she then rubbed it onto her bottom lip. Ichigo's smile fell. She looked him in the eye as she swiped the raspberry glaze from the corner of her mouth to stop it from falling. He watched her seductively play with the glaze. She stuck her tongue out and licked it clean not breaking eye contact. Ichigo jumped up out of his seat and made his way over to her grabbing her chin. His lips brushed over her slightly agape mouth. His tongue lapped at her lips, cleaning it of any glaze.
"Just because I teased you on the flight here, does not mean you can do the same to me." Orihime tilted her head to give him better access. Taking this vantage point, he captured her lips tasting the sweetness of the fruit she just ate. She angled her head to deepen the kiss. Ichigo paused in the kiss before pulling his mouth away with a reluctant growl. The skeptical look on his face made Orihime smile. She placed her hands on his chest to push him back.
"Sit back down." A shadow passes across his face. A command. The idea of him wanting her so bad, so desperately that he would act out of character inside of the restaurant sends an intoxicating rush of power through her. He obliged by rounding the table back to his seat.
Orihime admired the reaction she got from him. The tension lining his shoulders, the smoldering look in his eyes, and the prominent bulge in his pants her flirtatious food play had caused. He looked like a man at the end of his rope, barely able to control himself.
She watched him adjust himself inside of his pants. Seeing him fix himself was an exotic act and a sight to see. It sent desire through her veins. Ichigo caught her staring at him, his eyes darkening further as he paused his movements.
"That look you're giving me is the reason why you're pregnant now." Orihime jaw dropped at his words. "Let's go. I need to taste you."
Ichigo pinned her to the corner of the elevator swallowing her moans as he kissed her. Orihime wrapped one leg over his hip and grinded against his hardened member. He could feel the soft heat emanating from her core. The moisture gathering at her core soaks through her panties as she moved herself over him. Greedy whimpers came from her lips, when Ichigo rocked his hips up, angling his thrusts so his hardness collides with her swollen bundle of nerves. He broke the kiss to look at her flushed face as he gave her pleasure.
Just then the elevator stops as the door opens to a different floor. Ichigo heard a small gasp from behind him. Groaning, he turned to see a middle-aged couple staring at the little show they were displaying.
"Take the next one." The elevator's ding singling the closure of its doors. Orihime buried her face in his chest. She couldn't distinguish if she was embarrassed or aroused from being caught. Ichigo did not give her time to think. He grabbed her chin, angling her head back up to him to capture her lips.
He moved his hips into her core again. A strangled groan escaped her, causing his dick to twitch in response. Feeling her wetness soak through to his slacks, Ichigo could feel the soft heat of her right on his tip. He knew it would be nothing to move her panties to the side and slide into her opening.
The sound of the elevator announcing their arrival to their floor drew Ichigo from his thoughts. He removed her leg from his waist. Taking her hand, he pulled her off the elevator towards their suite.
Her lips were exploring every inch of him while he fumbled with the key card. Finally entering their suite, she reached down between them, unfastening his belt. Her hands were on a mission to get his hardened member out of his pants. Pulling it out she stroked his length, causing him to lull his head back. Her touches always felt like ecstasy.
Orihime gave him a chaste kiss before making her way down his body. With precisionshe pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His dick pulsed at the cool air. She kissed his tip which was weeping precum and throbbing to be touched more. With expertise he didn't know she had, she wrapped one fist around his base and squeezed gently. She lapped up the precum sliding down the tip of his shaft.
"Shit," Ichigo said roughly. One of his hands fisted her hair holding it back from her face. She peeks up at him through her lashes. Their gaze stayed locked as her tongue flattened against him exploring every vein and smooth ridge committing it to memory. He took a sharp breath when she flicked her tongue on his crown, swirling it several times before taking in the first few inches.
She pulled back sucking hard, squeezing his base. She took a deep breath before sliding him back into her mouth, taking him deeper. His gripped tightened with the tips of his fingers digging into her scalp. Heat flares in her eyes as she moans from the pain. The vibrations made him twitch in her mouth. She switched her tempo causing Ichigo to feel heightened waves of pleasure. When her throat constricted around him, he felt embarrassed that he might come faster than expected.
"Fuck," he hissed through his teeth. Ichigo felt the ripples of liquid heat on the base of his spine. He knew he was close to coming deep into her throat. She chose at that moment to slow down. Mischievous hazels eyes looked back at him. With a loud smack of her lips, she kissed his tip and let go of him. She smiled as she stared at his raging erection covered in her saliva.
"Orihime…" he growled.
She got off her knees and looked up at him. "Promise me that you will never deny me of pleasure like you did on the plane."
Ichigo's nostrils flared in rage and desire. The authority she has been commanding all night is downright sexy. He wrapped his fingers around himself, giving himself a rough stroke.
"Are you punishing me now?"
"Yes," she said lustfully as she watched him stroke himself. Ichigo smirked.
"Okay I promise." Her eyes found his.
"Good," she reached around her waist and pulled the string holding her dress. The dress fell at her feet in a pool when she shrugged it off. "Now, claim what's yours," she said seductively.
He pushed her against the wall, crushing their lips together. He pulled down her panties, leaving them to hang on one of her ankles. He pushed past her wet folds and thrust into her.
Orihime moaned at the welcoming rough intrusion.
~x~
~ 1 Year Later ~
"Shoot."
His hot breath whispered into her ear. Orihime shivered out of fear. Ichigo was not here to protect her. Jackie was dead. Kazui was out of her reach. She was left all alone.
"I said shoot," he whispered harshly. Orihime shrieked, closing her eyes and shot the gun.
The man screamed out in pain. Orihime's eyes snapped open. She had shot him in the leg. The man was withering in pain.
"I did it… so please let me go," she had begged, turning towards her captor. Orihime screamed out in pain.
Her captor grabbed her hair jerking on it painfully.
"The more you ask me, the more I want to keep you. Shoot again and this time, I want you to kill him." Orihime began crying.
"Please don't let me do this," she sobbed. "This is inhumane." Pulling her hair harder, she felt the burning feeling of hair strands being ripped out. Orihime screeched.
"Shoot him again!" His other hand forcibly grabbed hold of the gun she held. He lifted the gun to point towards the injured man in front of them. His hand wrapped around her own, he guided her finger towards the trigger. With the gun lined up to the man's head, they both squeezed the trigger.
Orihime screamed out in anguish.
"Yes…" he let go of her hand and hair. "This is what I wanted." She fell to her knees crying. Her captor took the gun from her shaking hand. "Don't worry there is more for you to do sweet Orihime."
To Be Continued…
Songs
Small Talk – MALIA
Let Me – Tone Stith
Lonely - Tone Stith
Résumé – Jenevieve
SOMEBODY – keshi
Nonsense – Sabrina Carpenter
Pressure – Tone Stith
Underwater – BAEKHYUN
Video Games – Sun
GLU – Usher
Open Up – Gallant
Promises – Justin Park
Good & Plenty – Alex Isley, Masego, Jack Dine
First - SoMo