In between the heavy dregs of sleep, he is vaguely aware of lips brushing at his ear.
For some reason, he is content to let them hover there. They whisper simple poems and breathy syllables into his subconscious, pushing at him gently so that he just barely bobs on the surface of slumber.
He is content until gentle fingertips suddenly slip through his hair and down his arm, sliding over the taut skin of his stomach. Something soft presses against his back at the exact moment the lips ghost over the nape of his neck.
His eyes snap open.
"Are you awake?" a feminine voice murmurs. The warm thrum of a heart beats at his back.
One, two, three. Don't you know me?
He sits up abruptly, scrambling for purchase and twisting around.
Her hair is slightly mussed, dribbling over the exposed flesh of her shoulders like wine. He is struggling to get his tongue to move, to curse, to work when she shifts, his sheets threatening to fall away from the bare curve of her hip.
His throat is inexplicably dry.
"Is something wrong?" she teases, her long lashes fluttering almost sleepily.
The edges of his visions have gone hazy, blurring the contours of her figure. He doesn't have an answer. She smiles faintly, as though she had been expecting this, and the room tips dangerously so that he leans closer, closer to her lidded eyes and waiting mouth-
He curses loudly when he falls out of bed, dragging the cool bed sheets and his burning conscience with him.
naughty, naughty Ichigo.
I know this was pretty sloppy- writing stuff like this is pretty hard for me XD;; I based this shot off of another line in a previous fic, in which Ichigo has a steamy dream; just thought it'd be fun to play around with! would you all like a similar Orihime POV scenario, maybe? it does give me another excuse to write sexy Ichigo... XD
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