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Edit: 30/07/2023

Traitor

She sat motionless staring out the window.

"Call me when you are done. Remember you have less than 24 hours to go in there and finish what you started. Don't have me waiting more than I need to. Now get out." Grimmjow spoke harshly.

Orihime nodded her head and pushed open the car door to exit. As soon as she closed the door he pulled off. She watched as the midnight blue Lexus sports car drive off. Taking in a deep breath, Orihime turned to face the expensive building that held her target. Walking she nodded at the doorman who eyed her suspiciously. She couldn't really blame him. She wasn't dressed for the occasion. She had on a gray university sweater, black leggings, and black flats. She had no make-up, and her hair was in a messy up-do bun. Sighing, she quickly gave him a small smile to lessen his worry. He smiled back and opened the door for her.

"Good evening, ma'am," he said opening the door.

"Hello and thank you," she whispered. Walking towards the elevators, she pushed the up button. Waiting patiently, she started to fiddle with her sweater. The elevator arrived and she shuffled in after an older woman probably in her late 70s came out with the smell of heavy perfume and had on almost all the jewelry that she owned pushed passed her. Orihime sneezed from the heavy smell.

"Well excuse me, young lady." The older woman sneered as she continued out of the building. Orihime rubbed her nose and hit the button for the top floor. Arriving at her destination, she walked off the elevator and stood in front, with her back against the closed elevator door.

Taking a deep breath, she started walking towards the home of a certain individual. Setting her sights on the door, she paused to look at her appearance in the hallway mirror. She knew she wasn't dressed all that special, but she pinched her cheeks and put on a sincere smile. After giving herself a quick pep talk, she continued. Standing in front of the door, she took another deep breath and rang the doorbell.

"Just a minute," said a muffled voice on the other side of the door. Orihime began to draw lines with the toe of her shoe on the carpet. "Yeah, sorry about tha-" He opened the door to meet glossy amber eyes. "Orihime…?"

"Hey Ichigo!" she spoke with some sort of enthusiasm. She took in his appearance; he was dressed in a tight V-neck shirt and basketball shorts. Not to seem like she was staring, she quickly pushed her way into his bachelor pad. She made her way towards his kitchen walking past his living room which had a soccer game that he was probably watching before she interrupted him.

In his kitchen, she started to invade his refrigerator. Still in shock, Ichigo looked out into the hallway to see if anyone else was out there. Quickly spotting no one he closed the door and locked it before making his way to wherever Orihime was. Hearing her shuffle in his kitchen he made his way there. He stood by the doorway watching her pull out all types of ingredients from his fridge.

"Orihi-"

"Hungry?"

"Why… what?" he asked taken by her sudden one-word question.

"Hungry?" she repeated as she continued to take things out of his fridge. She still had her back to him. He made his way towards her. Closing the door, she turned to land face first into his hard chest and to feel a strong grip around her waist. His familiar smell brought tears to her eyes, but she quickly rubbed them on his shirt to hide any evidence of emotion.

Ichigo just had to make sure she was real. He had to feel her, and he had so many questions to ask. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you. And the fact that I couldn't do shit to save you still pains me." Pulling her arm's length away from him, holding onto her arms, he stared into her eyes, which were still glossy. "God, did he hurt you? Did he let you do things against your will? Fuck, Orihime speak to me!"

She smiled. She slowly raised her hands and pulled his hands off her arms. "Ichigo," she touched his cheek before speaking again. "Are you hungry?" Ichigo's eyes widen at her question. She tilted her head waiting for his answer. "Are you?"

He was frustrated but could he really be mad? She had been missing for almost a month now and she had shown up at his front door ready to cook for him. She's acting like nothing has happened. He nodded his head to see if she'd give him a different reaction.

She smiled, "How delightful! Now sit as I prepare you a delicious meal." She moved away from him and went towards his kitchen sink to wash her hands. "You probably won't like all the extra ingredients I put in my meals, so I'll make yours as normal as possible." Grabbing a knife, she started to cut up vegetables. After cutting a good amount of veggies she pulled out a cooking pan and turned on his stove.

Ichigo sat watching her every move. The way she moved through his kitchen was like nothing had happened. He stood up and made his way up to his bedroom to retrieve his cell phone. He dialed Officer Kisuke's number. After the second ring, he picked up.

"Hello Mr. Kurosaki, how may I assist you?" he spoke in a sing-song voice.

"She's here," Ichigo answered. He closed his bedroom door to keep the conversation private. Kisuke remained silent on the other end of the phone waiting for Ichigo to finish explaining. "Something isn't right." Ichigo sat down on his bed placing his head in the palm of his hand. "She showed up at my house and just started cooking. I'm asking her questions and all she's saying is if I'm hungry. I don't know what to do. I don't want to scare her but it's starting to get frustrating not knowing what that man had done to her." He vented to the man.

After a bit of convincing and evidence, he knew he could trust this guy and his partner. They weren't under Sōsuke Aizen's payroll. In fact, they wanted to take him down because they knew he was a criminal that had ruined many lives despite being a rich CEO of telecommunications. "The deeper the pockets the more power..." Kisuke had once said to him. Since then, they've been working together to take him down.

"I would advise you to keep her calm. If anything, she seems to be blocking out the event. If you can keep her calm for about an hour, I'll be there to help. Can you hold out for that long?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Very well then. Whatever you do be sure to avoid the topic." He said before hanging up.

Ichigo took a deep breath. He stood up and opened the door to find Orihime standing by the door with a sad expression on her face.

"Orihime? What's wrong? Is dinner ready?" She looked up at him smiling again. She took his hand and made him follow her down the stairs to his kitchen. She let go of his hand. She gestured for him to sit as she continued to move around his kitchen. Sitting down he saw that the island had been set for two. A small candle he didn't even know he had was lit, the utensils with a napkin cloth placed in a restaurant-style pattern, and red bean paste. Why that was there he didn't know. He focused on her, watching her as she pulled out Sauvignon Blanc from his wine rack. She placed the bottle on the table with two wine glasses. She then made her way towards his stove taking up the plates. Setting both plates on the island counter, she sat down and clapped her hands together.

"Itadakimasu!" She took up her utensils and began to eat. He looked at his plate a saw a vegetable stir fry. He could smell the scent of spice added to his meal.

"Itadakimasu," he took up his fork and began to eat. Orihime smiled watching him eat. She then reached for the wine but stopped.

"He didn't do anything to me." Ichigo stopped chewing and stared at Orihime. He didn't know what to do. Kisuke didn't say not to talk to her if she was the one that brought it up.

"Oh… um okay." That's all he could say just so he wouldn't spook her.

She continued. "Yeah," she smiled. "He actually let me go. But you know, Sōsuke and I used to date."

Ichigo dropped his fork.

"You used to date that asshole!" he yelled. Orihime flinched. Noticing her slight reaction, he eased up and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry but that really took me off guard. Why him? What did you see in that guy? He fucking kidnapped you and let you go without doing something. I'm sorry to sound harsh but something doesn't seem right. He must have something over you, so what is it?"

Orihime looked away. Ichigo knew this was going to happen if he pushed her, but he really couldn't hold out for an hour waiting for Kisuke. If she was talking now, he sure as hell was going to keep her talking. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

"Tell me Orihime, what did he really do to you? It doesn't have to be physical, but he could have hurt you emotionally or mentally. I'm not really a psychologist but I know you're not acting right. You're smiling too much for someone who's been missing for over a month after a tragic experience with me being stabbed and you knocked unconscious. What the fuck happened to you?"

Orihime stood up and walked over to the kitchen drawers and pulled out the wine opener. She proceeded to open the wine and pour it.

"Orihime!" he shouted, unable to take her persisting silence. She couldn't shut down on him now. She placed the bottle down and picked up her glass to drink. Sipping it she closed her eyes to savor the taste.

"Wow, this is good wine." Looking at the glass and swirling the contents. "I have to make sure to order this when I get home," she chuckled. Looking up at Ichigo she gestured her hand towards him. "Please eat, the food will get cold. And I have more on the stove if you're still hungry." This pissed Ichigo off. She's talking about food and fucking wine when her ass went missing over a month leaving him in cold sweats at night and bad dreams thinking that bastard was torturing the hell out of her. Fuck Kisuke he was getting answers right now. Orihime acting this way just added fuel to the already raging fire.

Ichigo slammed his fist on the island counter and pushed both of their plates with the bottle of wine to the floor. Orihime jumped from his sudden aggressiveness. "Fuck the food and wine!" Getting out of his seat he made his way to her side of the kitchen island and grabbed her arms, shaking her.

"Tell me what the fuck happened!" Orihime stared bewildered. She wasn't expecting this after Grimmjow dropped her off.

"Ichig-" He took the empty glass that was in her hand and smashed it against the wall.

"Answer me dammit!" Orihime felt tears come to her eyes.

"Fine, fine, just let me go you're hurting me!"

"I'm hurting you? What the hell do you think you've been doing to me the past month? What about today? Showing up at my doorstep and acting like nothing has happened? How do you think I feel? Huh! Yes, I'm happy you're here ALIVE, but I have a right to know what happened!"

"No, you don't!" she shouted. She pushed him off her. Even though she wasn't as strong as him, her push did help loosen his grip on her.

"How do you know that?"

"Your reaction when I told you I dated Sōsuke." She said glaring at him. "You started yelling at me. For what, I don't know. Now if I tell you more who's to know how you'll respond." She averted her eyes away from him. "So, leave it alone and let me spend time with you," she whispered.

"No."

She choked on the air settled in her lungs. "What did you say?"

"I refuse to spend time with you if you can't tell me the truth about what's going on with you. How am I supposed to help you if you can't open up to me? Aren't we together Orihime?"

"Who said we were together?"

"Orihime?" He released his hold on her.

"We're not together."

"Then what were we doing this whole time before this whole situation?"

"We were business partners, which just happen to have fun outside of work."

"Were?"

"Yes were." She turned her back to him. "We can no longer do business together. That's why I came here today."

"What?" He was growing angry.

"Yes. I have no other choice but to sever all bonds with you. I no longer need your company to uplift my own. My fiancé Sōsuke and I will be merging starting next week. So, your services are no longer required." Turning back to glare at him. "Goodbye, Ichigo." She walked past him and made her way towards his door to put on her flats. She was leaving earlier than planned but this will make Grimmjow happy.

A hand slammed against the door, throwing her back into reality. He grabbed her arm and forcibly turned her around.

"You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think you can come into my house and throw me away like some used toy." Ichigo doesn't know what came over him, but he couldn't let her go. He pushed her against the door. "Whatever that bastard has over you I'll destroy him before he can even have you." Running his hand through her hair, he continued talking. "By the time you leave, my touch will be engraved into your very soul."

Orihime felt a strong cold shiver run down her back. She didn't know this, Ichigo. He was different from the one she had always known. He seemed more aggressive and more persistent.

He pulled her away from the door and dragged her up the stairs to his bedroom. He pushed down on the bed before slamming the door shut. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the ground. He then crawled onto the bed and attacked Orihime with his lips. Struggling to understand Ichigo's change of character she indulged herself in his hard kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and savored the taste of her hot cavern. The sweet bitter taste of her own and the lingering taste of the wine gave her an unforgettable taste. But he wants her to remember him, not the other way around. Pushing her down he trailed his rough hands under her sweater to feel her hot skin. He made small circles around her hips, enlisting a small moan from her. He then pinched her skin making her jump. He pulled his lips from her lips watching as saliva parted from their kiss. He pulled her up with him and forced her sweater off her body, throwing it away with his shirt.

Catching sight of her erect nipples in her purple tank top, he smiled. "No bra?"

Not waiting for an answer, he covered her nipple with his hot mouth. Orihime moaned. He sucked on her delicate pressure point through her shirt. She couldn't help but grab his hair. He moved to the next nipple and gave it the same amount of attention. While sucking and flickering through her shirt, he moved his hands towards her leggings and pulled them down. Letting go of her nipple with a pop and stood up at the edge of the bed and continued to pull off her leggings.

Orihime squirmed. "Ichigo, I can't do this," she whispered. "I have a fiancé."

Ichigo growled. "Fuck your fiancé. Whose name will you be screaming when you reach your climax? Sure, as hell, not his." With her leggings completely off, he pushed both of her legs towards her chest and placed his face down by her sex. "Oh yes, this smell is definitely because of me." He stroked her, making her jump with excitement. He continued to stroke her watching as her purple panties began to soak through wetting his finger. He pushed one of his fingers into her sex making Orihime moan out. He pushed her panties to the side and watched as her small auburn curls glisten.

He placed his lips on her swollen nub and sucked on it, receiving a satisfying moan from her. She arched her back as he added a finger while he continued to assault her most sensitive pressure point. Orihime didn't know what to do. Her hand grabbed at the sheets on his bed while the other moved to her own hair. He was driving her crazy.

Ichigo added a second finger to the equation, watching as she lost all bearing of herself and climaxed into his mouth. He smirked, lapping up all her juices as they flowed out. Finishing his meal, he straightens up.

"Strip," he commanded.

Orihime was too tired to move at a quick pace like he has, taking off his shorts and boxers underneath. She sat up and pulled her soaked tank top off and then her even-soaked panties. Sitting naked on the bed Ichigo finally spoke.

"You said 'One day you'll put me there', well that day has come."

Orihime was confused. "Excuse me?"

He smiled. He curled his finger beckoning her towards him. She sat in front of him as he stood at the edge of the bed. He ran his hand through her hair calming her.

"Open your mouth," he spoke softly running his hands down her face, towards her lips. His thumb softly caressed her bottom lip. "Put it inside."

Orihime's eyes widen. She averted her eyes down to his member that was standing erect waiting for her. She closed her eyes and nodded. She crawled further into the bed.

"Lay down," she commanded. He did what he was told, laying his head on his pillows. Orihime crawled around him and took hold of his thick member. She stroked it from the base to the pink mushroom head. She saw precum squeezed out as she continued to stroke it. She slowly licked her lips and got right down to it. She kissed his tip before licking it. She gently licked his shaft down then back up to swirl her tongue around his tip. Still stroking she placed his tip into her mouth before bobbing her head. She slowly got a nice rhythm to with while she stroked him. She sucked hard receiving a throaty groan from Ichigo. He placed his hand in her hair to help her keep a steady rhythm while she continued to consume him.

Reading and watching porn Orihime had an idea of what to do. Relaxing her throat muscles, she took him deeper and swirled her tongue around him as she came back up, making him suck in a bottomless breath. "Fuck Orihime. Where did you learn that from?" Not answering him she continued to suck him hard while stroking him. "Fuck," Ichigo threw his head back. "You'll be the death of me, princess."

Orihime smiled at his cute pet name. Pulling her hair, she stopped to look up at him.

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees." She did as she was told. He slapped her apple-shaped ass then grabbed her hips and thrust into her causing her to scream with pain and excitement.

She threw her head back as he continued to thrust into her. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled as he plunged into her deeper. Orihime closed her eyes crying out. Tears fell from her eyes; he was too deep. She tried to ease up more, but he held her back. "Stop running away. This is what you wanted when you came here, right? To spend some time with me? So, let's spend every moment together without you running away." He pulled out of her and thrust back into her.

Orihime pushed one of her arms back to try to stop him from thrusting too deep. He let go of her hair and took both of her arms and pulled it behind her. She fell face down into the bed. She cried as he thrust harder. She screamed into his sheets.

Ichigo groaned. "Arch your back," he grunted while still plunging into her. Orihime arched her back just as she was told. "Shit," he cursed. He started to penetrate her more gently but still deep. Sweat slid down his abs to the curls that surrounded the base of his member. He watched her back which arched more, and he saw the sweat on the line of her back. The sight was beyond beautiful. He felt himself reaching his climax especially with her tightening around him. But he couldn't come, not in this position he had to see her face.

He pulled out of her. He leaned back on the headboard of his bed and Orihime crawled towards him. She sat on his member, and she rode him while he helped her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso, feeling every single one of his muscles as they contracted a release as he thrust into her. He held her hips guiding her up and down his shaft. They both moaned and groaned as they felt one another's desperation through every penetration.

She whispered how much she was going to miss him while tears flowed freely from her eyes. Ichigo said nothing as he watched each tear fall. Grabbing a fist full of her hair he pulled it to expose her neck. He kissed and sucked on it leaving his mark on her skin. With every mark, he wished he could leave a permeant smear to show the world that she was his.

Orihime grabbed his hair feeling her climax coming. Letting go of her hair, Ichigo pulled her face down so his lips can capture her lips. They kissed like they never had before. Sweat mixed with salty tears, a kiss they never had thought they would ever share.

Finally parting for much need air, Orihime rolled her hips making Ichigo groan as he came deep inside of her. She felt his hot spurts erupt inside her; she let her release go biting her bottom lip.

Riding out one another's climax they stared into each other's eyes. Their haggard gasps filled the silence. He broke eye contact by closing his eyes.

The deep frown lines between his eyebrows showed his pain. "Don't leave me Orihime," he whispered, opening his eyes.

Orihime watched his hurt expression. She kissed his lips hoping to erase the damage she caused.

"I won't," she let go of him to lie down in his comfortable bed. Ichigo followed suit, lying down as well taking her into his arms. He closed his eyes.

"I love you," he said while fatigue took over.

Orihime smiled silently looking at his sleeping face. After hearing his small snores, she responded. "I love you, too." She looked down and rubbed her abdomen. "We both do."

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