*dies* Ohmygourd it's finally finished. Sorry about the delay! I really struggled on this chapter for some odd reason *headscratch* Anyways, it's done and I hope you enjoy it! I also made a few changes to the last chapter, particularly the last scene (rape/comfort scene). They're not huge changes, but I think they made it better *shrug*.
Disclaimer: Own Bleach, I do not.
Slowly, Orihime opened heavy eyelids to look around the dimly lit room. Her eyes stung and felt dry and sticky; her heart felt heavy. Disoriented at first, she noticed a long bump next to her under the sheets topped by a mop of black hair.
Rukia?
She blinked her eyes slowly and recalled the cause of her heavy spirit. She sighed, resisting the urge to sink back into her soft pillow, and slowly crept out of bed and into her kitchen.
"Oh!" Her hand fluttered to her chest as her eyes settled on spikes of orange rummaging around in her kitchen.
He turned around when he heard her and gave her a small smile, "Morning, Inoue. You're up early. I didn't wake you did I? I was just gonna make some breakfast."
At this he watched as her eyes grew wider, blinking rapidly, and he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Heh, well…I guess…attempt to make breakfast." He suddenly puffed out his chest, "But I've been told few can rival my toasting skills!"
A wave of relief washed over him as he watched her face break out into a smile and finally a giggle. She took a few steps further into the kitchen and began to pull out various foods from her small refrigerator, "Thank you, Kurosaki-kun, but maybe I should take the helm on this."
His smile faded as his brow scrunched in worry. Again she laughed when she turned and saw his expression, "Don't make that face! I'm perfectly capable of making a very boring breakfast."
"Boring is good. I like boring." She giggled and he cocked his eyebrow as he watched her break eggs into a bowl, "But I hope the stuffy Tokyo U didn't subdue your...creativity too much."
"No, no. I mostly had to learn how to cook normal when cooking for Rin cause…" Her hand stilled on the whisk she'd been beating with and then suddenly she attacked the eggs with renewed ferocity.
Shit. What was he supposed to say? "Inoue, I-"
"Oh!" She grabbed the loaf of bread beside her and shoved it towards Ichigo, "I leave it in your capable hands, Toast Connoisseur-san!" Her grin broke his heart when it didn't reach all the way to her eyes, but managed an empty grin of his own as he took the bread from her and watched with pained eyes as she whirled around to administer further abuse on the eggs.
He lowered an unseeing gaze to the loaf in his hands. What was I thinking last night? I almost kissed her right after her…that…that guy almost…Scratch that. I did kiss her. Several times. I mean, not on the lips but still…Thank goodness Rukia showed up when she did or…
He'd spent a bulk of the night on Orihime's couch mulling things around in his head. Wanting desperately to go after that scum and really send him up the river. Wishing Rukia had waited just a few more minutes before interrupting. And reprimanding himself for wishing that; Orihime needed all the support she could get and he did not need to be taking advantage of her right now. Love or no love. And then there was that, the whole love issue…Well anyway, whether or not he loved her, there was no good reason to go around kissing her as he pleased. Yes, he had wanted to comfort her, but she was engaged to the guy. She was most likely in love with him. He felt his stomach turn at the thought. She might still be in love with him…
Ahem.
Ichigo looked up to see Rukia staring at him with her eyebrows raised and her little foot tapping rapidly. When his eyes met hers she jerked her gaze towards the loaf of bread that was quickly becoming a bag of crumbs under his heavy handed grip.
His face flamed as he sheepishly put the bag on the corner and attempted to retrieve any surviving slices.
Rukia turned to look at Orihime, now busying herself with the tea making and apparently unaware that Ichigo was destroying her food, "Morning, Hime-chan!"
Orihime turned around with a smile on her face to greet Rukia, "Good Morning!"
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Well let's see-" Orihime was cut short by heavy knocks on her door. "A bit early for visitors…was Renji coming over, Rukia?"
"No, I don't think so…" Rukia watched curiously as Orihime made her way over to the window to peek out at the early riser and frowned when Orihime gasped and quickly backed away.
"Inoue?" Ichigo tensed when he sensed fear radiating from her.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who would put that expression of fear and pain on Orihime's face. Rukia marched towards the door mumbling to herself, "No way, he wouldn't dare."
She then threw open the door with all the fury her little body could muster.
At the sight of the small woman, Rin's eyes widened when he recognized her from the coffee shop yesterday.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing back here? Didn't I tell you I'd rip you to shreds?"
Rin's head jerked up in the direction of Ichigo's barking and narrowed his eyes in a look of pure hate.
"Rin?" Finally his gaze landed on the frightened woman who had barely managed to breathe out his name.
"Orihime, I..." he looked around at the scowling faces and sighed, "I need to talk to you. Do you think we could talk somewhere private?"
A snort sounded from below, "As if."
"What you say to Inoue can be said to us," Ichigo said through his teeth, barely keeping himself in check.
"Orihime?" Rin pleaded at her with his eyes.
Orihime eyes bounced around like a pinball among the three people now standing in her living room. "Um…" She noticed Ichigo's face was practically turning purple, "Maybe…maybe it would be best if we spoke alone."
"WHAT?!" Ichigo and Rukia both shouted simultaneously as their jaws dropped.
Rin squelched a smug expression, "Take a walk with me, Orihime?"
"Okay. I'm sorry. I'll be right back."
Ichigo thought she had never looked so small and vulnerable as she walked through the door with Rin behind her. As soon as the door shut behind her Rukia turned on Ichigo, "What the hell are you thinking just letting her walk off with that dirtbag? Are you mental?!"
"Shut it, midget. I'm not her father. I can't tell her what to do. He is technically still her fiancé and if she wants to talk to him alone there's nothing I can do about it. And why are you turning on me anyway? You didn't say a word either." He raised his hand when she opened her mouth to argue, "But just cause I let her go doesn't mean I'm not gonna keep on eye on things." He reached into his nearby jacket to pull out his badge and slammed it against his chest. "Be right back."
Rukia sighed as she watched him fly out the door, "Try not to do too much damage, carrot-top."
They walked silently for a few seconds, the tension building with every footfall. Finally Orihime managed to squeak out one word, "Why?"
Rin looked at her. "I…" He blew out his breath and raked his fingers through his hair, "I guess I…got jealous."
Not exactly what she'd been expecting, if she'd been expecting anything at all, "Jealous? Of what?"
"Kurosaki Ichigo."
She was amazed at the hatred in his voice as he spat out his name. "Kurosaki-kun? But…you have no reason-"
"I overheard the short woman in your apartment and another guy talking about you and…him. How he was your…your…"
She could guess what the rest of conversation had been about and stopped him from going further. She had sensed the shinigami's presence since the beginning of their conversation. "So, you were jealous and tried to…why turn on me like that?"
"I…" This had gone a lot better in his head on the way over here…he glanced down at her wringing hands and noticed something was missing. Shit. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say. I was jealous and got drunk and…and…I don't know what came over me. I would never do something like that again. I swear!" His speech had turned desperate and he grasped her by the shoulders, turning her to face him. He winced when she stiffened at his touch. "I love you, Orihime!"
She frowned and shook her head. Even after what he'd done to her she still didn't want to hurt him. But the years had made her stronger, and she knew this was the end for them. Last night her thoughts hadn't been filled with heartbreak or regret or fear at what had happened, but what had permeated her mind were the light kisses and comforting touches of the shinigami above them. She thought she had loved Rin, but it was nothing when compared to her feelings for Ichigo. Even if Ichigo never returned her feelings, she knew that, at least for now, she couldn't stay in a relationship with a heart that was shackled to him as hers was. She honestly didn't believe Rin truly loved her, because how could he do that to her if he did. He only thinks he loves me. He'll get over this. It might hurt for a while. But he'll get over it. It's what's best for both of us.
The long hesitation was making the two men nervous. Ichigo feared her big heart would give in to his pleadings. Rin began to sweat as he took in her serious frown and the missing ring from her finger.
Finally she spoke, "I'm sorry, Rin." At her words, two sighs, one of relief, the other of defeat, echoed in the still air. "I think it's best if we break up." She lifted her eyes to look him straight in the face. She watched as emotions of anger, jealously, defeat, and hurt crossed his expression. He dropped his hands from her shoulders and stood there with fists clenched.
What else could he say? He knew this much about her, for her to not accept his apology so quickly meant something. It meant he'd hit a dead end. A thought crossed his mind to ask for the ring back, but then thought better of it. It was a knock off anyway. Finally, he nodded tersely and marched back down the road.
Orihime didn't even look after him, but lifted her head up towards her robed hero. As soon as she looked up he stepped down and took her hand, surprised to see her giving him a beaming smile.
"Thank you, Kurosaki-kun."
He stared at her in astonishment and could say nothing, but pulled her into his arms once more. She wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled her face in the black folds.
This is where I belong, even if he may never know it.
This is where she belongs, even if she never knows it.
"Oh! Oh my gosh!"
Ichigo frowned as Orihime jumped back from his arms, holding her red face in her hands. Wait, she didn't somehow know what I was just thinking was she? ...Bah! Don't be an idiot, Ichigo! "Inoue? What's wrong?"
"I'm standing in the middle of the street in my pj's!"
Ichigo pressed his lips together to suppress the laugh that was threatening to burst out as he let his gaze sweep over her light blue pajamas, sprinkled heavily with bright pink heart designs. Instead, he managed to give her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, Inoue. It's so early, I'm sure nobody has seen you!"
"Look, Mommy! Look at the funny lady in her pj's!"
"Shush! Don't stare at such people. It only encourages them."
Orihime's eyes grew to practically half her face as her face turned practically purple. She was about to call out in a flurry of apologies when she was interrupted by snorts and then loud guffawing beside her. Turning, she stared in astonishment at Ichigo bowling over in a fit of laughter. He looked up with tears at the corners of his eyes, "I-I'm sorry, Inoue! I really am! I just, can't help it!" He gasped and tried to stop laughing, but it only seemed to make it worse.
Soon, Orihime caught the infectious laughter and was giggling and crying right along with him. Finally the laughter slowed down and Ichigo wiped away the moisture at his eyes, "Oh God, I really needed that." He reached over and draped his arm across Inoue's shoulders, "I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard. Well anyway, we better get back to that breakfast, whaddya say, funny lady?"
Orihime let out a few more giggles, "Yeah. Okay, Kurosaki-kun." They then began walking back to her apartment, Ichigo with his arm still lazily hugging her shoulders, and the couple intermittently giggling and chuckling, the recent drama driven away and forgotten in their lightheartedness.
"What do you mean you're coming into work today? No way! You need to rest!"
"But Kurosaki-kun, I'm really fine!"
"But…"
"Honest! I'd rather stay busy. I've got nothing to do but sit around the house all day."
Ichigo sighed as he made a futile attempt to resist her smile and then gave in, "Fine." The corners of his mouth tugged as she squealed and clapped her hands, "but on one condition. You revert back to calling me 'Kurosaki-sama' and I'm strapping you down to your bed, young lady!"
As the implications of his words sunk in both blushed and turned away, not noticing the other's mirrored reaction, much to the amusement of the two onlookers. Ichigo heard a snort and sent a seething glare to the new red-headed arrival.
Orihime let out a nervous giggle, "I p-promise. Um…I'm gonna go take a shower now or I'll be late." The word shower was not improving either one's complexion.
"Er okay…I'll, uh, I gotta get back to my place. I guess I'll see you there...at the hospital I mean! But don't come if you feel the tiniest bit like staying at home!"
"Okay. Thank you, Kurosaki-kun. See you in a bit!"
The black and red heads that had been moving back and forth between the couple watched as Ichigo left out the door and Orihime headed towards her bathroom.
As soon as the doors shut Renji let out a low whistle. "They've made a lot of progress haven't they?"
Rukia chuckled, "Yup, she hasn't even been back three days yet and he's already managed to break her up with her…deadweight, still make her happy as ever despite attempted rape, and methinks he may have realized a few things about his feelings."
"Well, judging from their reactions towards each other I'ma guessin' today's office is gonna be pretty interesting."
Rukia cocked an eyebrow at Renji's wickedly grinning face, "Exactly what kind of scenarios are you dreaming up in that perverted mind of yours?"
"Perverted?" Renji looked righteously indignant, "Why, Rukia, I wasn't thinkin' nothin' perverted. Your mind is the one that went in that direction." He leaned in closer to stare accusingly at her red face.
"Wh-why you overgrown baboon! I wasn't…I mean…I…grrr!" She twisted away from him, folded her arms across her chest and thrust her chin up in the air.
Renji let out a low laugh and nuzzled her stiffened neck, smiling triumphantly when she melted at the playful kisses he sent dancing across her skin. "Renji! Stop! We're in the middle of Hime-chan's apartment!"
"The shower's going and she won't be out for at least another twenty minutes. Plenty of time for a quick-OW!"
"You insufferable sex-crazed maniac!" She quickly stood up and plowed out the door. A frustrated Renji followed, unaware of the smile spreading across her face and the dark alley she was about to lead him to.
For the fourth time that morning Orihime left his office and for the fourth time that morning Ichigo ran to his private bathroom and doused his face with cold water. He vigorously rubbed his face and stared at himself in the mirror helplessly.
I'm not gonna survive the rest of the summer. Hell, I'm not gonna survive the rest of the day! He had thought yesterday was difficult with a hot woman bouncing around his office; it was nothing compared to a hot single woman that he was crazy about bouncing around his office. Literally bouncing. Hadn't she just broken up with her fiancé that very morning after he attempted to rape her just last night?! Well, she was strong and was somehow able to face any trial with a smile, something that he had always greatly admired in her. I guess this is just Inoue being Inoue. Anyways, I need to figure out how to get myself under control.
He glanced down and groaned at the bulge in his pants. She had no idea how much she affected him just by being near him. Ichigo prayed her ignorance would stay intact. He glanced at the shower, tempted to freeze his entire body but thought better of it.
He finally stepped out into his office and glanced at the time. Maybe having lunch with her, talking with her, will get my mind out of the gutter. He grabbed his jacket, thanking God it was a long cut, and headed out to ask her to lunch.
Later, at the restaurant across from the hospital, Orihime and Ichigo had settled down and idly chatted more about the separate lives they'd been living and their old friends.
Lunch was almost over when Orihime asked Ichigo, "You know, there's something that I've been wondering about."
"Hmm?"
"Um, how did you know to come back? Last night…"
Ichigo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Well, when I left your place last night I had an eerie feeling that I couldn't shake off. I hadn't had such a weird feeling, a feeling of dread, since that morning after you were taken to Hueco Mundo. I was worried and finally decided to come back and make sure you were okay." He sighed and ran shaky fingers through his hair, "And…and then I heard you scream." Heard you scream my name. He wanted that to mean something, but wasn't sure…didn't want to cling onto false hopes.
"Thank you, Kurosaki-kun. Thank you. I can never thank you enough." He looked up as she took his hand into hers, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
He looked back at his enclosed hand and coughed uncomfortably as he gently returned her squeeze, "I, uh, I'm just glad I made it in time."
His hand ached of emptiness when she let it go. "Inoue, are you sure you're okay? I mean…he was your fiancé and well, if you ever need to talk about it…"
She smiled, "Thank you, Kurosaki-kun. Honestly I'm really fine. I…" She paused as if to collect her thoughts, "I don't know if I ever loved him now that I look back." She watched him blink in surprise and…relief? She mentally shook herself and continued, "It seems silly to say that since I said I would marry him, but I think I just wanted it so badly. I think maybe, more than anything, I was just trying to move on and that's how I chose to do it, unfortunately. Actually, even though I was scared, I can find reason to be glad for what happened because it prevented me from making a big mistake."
Ichigo looked at her with an unreadable expression and she decided it was a good place to end the conversation, "Well, anyway, we better get back!"
"Oh…yeah." Ichigo blinked out of his daze, sat down a tip, and followed her out the door. Moving on? Moving on from what?
Late that afternoon…
He sent an apologetic glance at Inoue who was sitting across from him, "Sorry about you having to stay late, I really had no idea what a big deal this was going to be."
Orihime cheerfully waved her hands, "Oh no, Kurosaki-kun! I don't mind at all! Really I don't have anything better to do."
"You say that but…" He sighed and decided to let it go. He'd make up for it later. "Now where do you suppose Dad put that…?" He rummaged around in the drawers until he came to one that he hadn't looked through yet and opened it.
A drawer slam startled Orihime and she looked over at Ichigo curiously. He gave her a nervous laugh and slowly reopened it and looked in. He is so dead. His father had filled the drawer with condoms of every color and texture known to man with a note on top that read, Have fun, but try not to make too much of a mess while I'm gone. Love, Dad.
He shut the drawer and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Did you find it?"
"Oh! Er, no…"
"Wait, I think it might be over here." He watched as she made her way over to a tall filing cabinet and reached into the top drawer. He was too mesmerized by her rising skirt to notice that she was pulling the heavy drawer too far out until suddenly he saw with horror that the cabinet was beginning to topple over towards the weight of the drawer and towards Orihime.
He bounded over his desk, snatched Orihime out of the way with one arm, and slammed the cabinet back up against the wall with the other.
"Inoue, you all right?" He turned to look at her flushed face.
"Y-yeah. Hehheh, clumsy me. Geez, Kurosaki-kun, you're practically my own personal bodyguard. Maybe I should pay you instead!" She continued to ramble to distract her body from the burning around her waist where he still held her. She stopped when she saw him staring at her mouth. Do I have something on my mouth? She slowly licked her lips, but noticed that did nothing except ignite an unmistakable fire in his eyes. No way. Is that…because of me? She bit her lip as her eyes widened in amazement. Orihime could've sworn she heard a low growl come from his chest.
Maybe…She shyly placed her hands on his chest and watched as his eyes flicked up to hers. He tightened his arm around her and placed his other hand over hers.
Is that…? She felt him hard and hot against her and blushed in embarrassment and arousal. Her eyes clouded over as she gazed at him, resisting the urge to move her hands to touch the skin underneath his open collar.
He burned. He ached. He needed her, and bad. He knew she felt him and it was the craziest thing, she wasn't pushing him away. There was no alcohol this time. Only a deep love and a burning desire. He felt heat flare up in his body and he wondered about her feelings, wondering as he watched her eyes cloud with lust. Or maybe it was just his wishful thinking…
He stroked her side with his thumb, testing the waters, unsure of the next step to take, knowing that he had to take a step. But what was she thinking? "Orihime."
Her breath caught in her throat when she heard her name spoken in his deep, husky voice. It drew her in, and she pressed her body closer against his. She heard him inhale quickly and he slowly moved his hand off of hers and reached up to touch her hair. She felt him stroke it down to the nape of her neck and her lips parted as he grasped her neck and held her as he slowly lowered his head.
He felt her hurriedly close the distance and press her lips to his.
He groaned against her lips and it sent a wild vibration through her body. She moved her lips against his, sliding her hands to the naked skin on his chest. She squirmed against him as he licked her lips with the tip of his tongue and slid into her mouth.
He felt like a man who had been starving for three long years, finally finding sustenance in her incredibly delicious cavern. He explored and tasted like he would never get the chance again.
She melted under his passionate kiss, his hand tangled in her hair, his other hand possessing her hip. She ran her hands down his chest and over his stomach, reveling in the shudder she felt run through him. But she didn't want to feel his shirt, she wanted to feel him.
He loosed his hand from her silky hair and let his hand slide down to cradle her other hip hearing her moan as he squeezed her against him. Suddenly her hands were flying down his shirt, popping buttons out of their holes. Her hands roamed all over his naked skin. She ran fingers over his nipples and he squeezed her again in response, receiving another moan. He felt her push the shirt out of the way, pushing it down his arms. He reluctantly released her hips and smiled against their moving lips at her small whimper. He returned his hands before the shirt hit the floor.
She couldn't stop touching him; she wanted to memorize every muscle, every dent, every curve. Suddenly he let go of her lips and leaned back to look into her eyes. She gasped at the storm of emotions in his eyes.
He was amazed as she looked at him with such desire, passion, and tenderness. Did she love him? She reached up with her hand and placed it on his cheek and said one of the last things he was expecting her to say, "Can we pick up where we left off three years ago?"
He stared at her, "You remembered?"
She nodded sheepishly, "Yes, I've always remembered. I…I could never forget, but I thought…I didn't think you had feelings for me even though I'd loved you for so long and I didn't want anything to get in the way of your plans. Or mine. So I just pretended…"
"Orihime," he folded her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, you could definitely say I have feelings for you" He tilted her head back to look into her eyes, "I'm sorry it's taken so damn long for me to realize this, but…I love you, Orihime."
She stared at him in shock and tentatively touched his lips with her fingertips. Did he really just say that?
He grasped her hand, "And what was that about loving me for so long?"
She blushed when she realized what she'd let slip, but then smiled when she realized she didn't have to hide it anymore. "You heard me."
At that he smirked, "So, picking up where we left off, huh?" He watched as she bit her lip, her shyness returning, "Let's see, I think it was about like this." He claimed her lips passionately and whirled them around so his back was against the wall. He slid his hands back down to her hips and rammed her against his throbbing length.
She moaned as her heat met his. No interruptions this time. She moved her lips down his jaw, covering his neck in sweet kisses. She felt pleasure and heat travel up and down her body as his hands kneaded her backside, moving her against him in a steady rhythm.
"Wrap you legs around me," he whispered into her ear. She did, and barely noticed he was carrying her as she let her head fall back in ecstasy while he kissed and nipped at her neck and chest.
He walked around his desk, opened the drawer (silently thanking his father), and grabbed a bunch of squares before returning to the middle of the office while still nibbling at her soft skin. He slowly sank to his knees on the plush carpeting and lowered her down. He lifted his head and stared at her lying there, auburn hair haloing her head, gray orbs stormy with desire, clothes wrinkled. "Beautiful."
She beamed up at him and sat up slightly to shrug out of her jacket. His eyes traveled down the length of her buttons. She watched as he took his finger and traced the line of buttons, shivering at his intimate touch. She squirmed beneath him until he slowly began to pop each button out of its hole.
His fingertips lightly brushed her naked skin as they made their way to the last button and pushed aside the open the shirt.
She blushed under his intense gaze as sat above her, licking his dry lips in anticipation. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed his hand, placing it firmly against her breast. He groaned and squeezed as she arched into his touch.
She shrugged out of her blouse as he reached around her to undo the clasp on her bra. After fiddling with the tiny fastener he finally gave up and ripped it off in frustration, throwing it across the room.
His pants became unbearably tight at the incredible sight beneath him and he massaged her majestic twins, watching in fascination as she writhed and moaned under his touch. He bent down to capture her lips and growled as she lifted her hips to meet his hot bulge, her slim skirt riding up her legs.
He didn't know if he could hold on much longer with her rubbing against him like that. He moved his hands down and pinned her hips to the floor, grinning at her whimpering protests. He kissed her down her chest and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She gasped and moaned, thrashing her head on the floor, tugging at his hair, "Ichigo!"
He almost stopped at the shock of his name on his beautiful princess's lips. He would never get tired of hearing that. He attacked her other breast, sucking and nipping her sensitive skin with his teeth, "So soft."
He left another trail down her taut stomach, pausing to flick his tongue in her belly button. He pushed the skirt higher so he could see…and blinked in surprise at the panties covered in strawberry designs. A wicked smile spread across his face, for the first time in his life he loved his name.
Orihime lifted her head to see what he was smiling at and her hand flew to her mouth as she flushed in embarrassment. He flashed her his grin and ran a finger along her covered slit. Her head fell back onto the floor, forgetting her shyness, "Oh, Ichigo!"
He smiled at her eagerness as she pushed down her own panties and he slipped them all the way off to send them to join her ripped bra. He ran his hand over her soft bush and she groaned as her hips bucked into his hand.
Fingers explored her sopping heat and she moaned as the tension building up inside her became almost painful. "Ichigo, Ichigo I-I need you." She sat up and quickly unbuckled his belt, Ichigo groaned as her fingers unzipping his trousers brushed up against his aching heat. He pushed them off along with his boxers and watched her eyes widen at the sight of his naked body.
He forced himself to stay still as she ran her eyes and hands all along his body, down his chest and stomach, teasingly near his length, and scraped her nails gently along his thighs. For the first time in his life he actually felt self-conscious about his body and worried what she would think of him. The worry disappeared when she looked up at him with a seductive smile and eyes filled with an undeniable fiery desire.
She suddenly grasped him in her small fist and moved it up and down, watching with pleasure as he threw his head back and yelled out, "Orihime!"
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back flat against the floor, kissing her passionately. He grabbed one of the squares next to them, tore it open with his teeth and quickly slipped it on.
Positioning himself against her slit he looked up and she was overwhelmed by the gaze he gave her filled with passion and tender love. "Ichigo," she whispered.
Finally he broke through and wincingly stilled as pain shot over her face, "Orihime, I..." He was slightly surprised she'd been a virgin but his unvoiced concerns died in his throat when she covered his mouth with her fingers. He reached up to stroke her face and kissed her lips gently.
She felt the pain pass quickly, replaced with an insane urge to be filled completely with him, and thrust her hips towards him, moving her tongue forcefully into his hot mouth.
They moved against each other in a frenzy, finding their rhythm, finding their own world filled with nothing but each other and their lustful cries.
She felt the tension deep in her belly tighten and she dug her fingers into his back causing him to growl and bite into her shoulder. She moaned and whined as he thrusted deeper and deeper inside of her.
He moved his hands back and forth, gripping her breasts, gripping her waist, wanting all of her, wanting to consume her completely. He groaned as he felt her legs wrap around his waist and he slammed deep into her.
She cried out as he felt her tighten and liquid heat surrounded him.
He let out a loud growl as she felt his body stiffen and he kissed her deeply, panting hotly against her skin as he relaxed against her.
He rolled off her, taking her with him in his arms. Her soft, warm body melted against his in a sweet embrace, sighing contentedly into his chest. He moved to gaze at her lightly flushed and glistening face. "God, I love you."
She smiled and kissed him firmly murmuring against his lips, "I love you so much."
She settled against him again, filled with a sweet exhaustion and satisfaction as she lay in his firm embrace.
He shuddered as she traced lazy circles over his stomach.
Her body shook against him, giggling at his rising erection.
"Hey now!" He reached over and playfully tickled her stomach, smirking as she laughed even more causing her breasts to jiggle. Suddenly he stopped and covered her mouth with his hand. She looked at him confused.
They both stilled as they heard squeaky wheels and whistling coming down the hallway, "Janitor!" They sprung up and hurriedly gathered up their clothes and Ichigo snatched the pile of condoms, smiling sheepishly at Orihime's amused look, "Just how many times were you expecting, Kurosaki-sama?"
He cocked his eyebrow, "Kurosaki-sama? I do believe I mentioned something about tying you to the bed if you called me that again." He grinned at her semi-horrified look, but it quickly faded when he heard the jingle of keys in front of his door. "Shit!"
A boss and his secretary nakedly clutching wads of clothing was not a rumor they wanted to be spread across the hospital. "Ichigo! What are-"
He sprung over and flung her over his shoulder before bounding into his office bathroom, shutting and locking the door just as they heard the whistling enter the room.
They stood in the middle of the bathroom and stared at each other before suppressing an outburst of chuckles. Orihime looked around the private bath and her eyes settled on the small shower.
Ichigo watched, mesmerized as she dropped her clothes and seductively strode over to the shower and stepping in with a mischievous grin on her face.
Ichigo grinned like an eager school boy and rushed over to join her. Suddenly, he loved his job…
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W00t!! I finally gave you all your lemony goodness! I hope you enjoyed it! OMG that was long O.O ...and it may seem like the end, but it's not. I still have a wee bit more planned for them, it'll only be one or two more chapters though...more lemon?...probably. So many fun things you can do with an office :3
Thank you so much for all your wonderful support! *grouphug!!* Of course all critiques and suggestions are more than welcome!