New story! I truthfully have no idea if this will be a one-shot or something I continue with, but I hope you guys can enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters

The hallway was crowded as we all made our way toward the stairs to the roof. Luckily, Chad paved the path for the rest of us, giving Tatsuki, Ishida, Ichigo and I a wide enough gap through the herd.

However, it wasn't Chad's stature or Ishida's signature glare that turned people's heads as we passed. Ichigo had his arm slung casually over my shoulders, leaning most of his weight onto me as we walked, sometimes throwing me off balance with a laugh from him.

Our senior year had started only a few days ago and Ichigo had made it a point to show how much our relationship had grown over the summer. We had left last year as friends- hard enough for most of our classmates to believe- and had returned as more than I ever thought we'd be.

Truthfully, I hadn't known what to expect from Ichigo at school.

As friends he had always been aloof, never distant but restrained. He is a private person, I'd always known this, and I never would have blamed him if he'd wanted to maintain our merely friends persona.

Regardless of that, I still hadn't found the nerve to broach the subject before our first day back. Things had progressed between us so suddenly that I sometimes still woke up thinking it was all a dream, let alone adding in the stress of outsider perspective.

I most certainly hadn't expected him to be waiting for me outside my apartment that morning. Had never dreamed he'd hold my hand the entire walk, swinging it as he told me about his dad's morning antics. And the me of last year would have fainted to know he'd be standing beside my desk chatting, then leaning down to capture my lips in a farewell kiss as the bell forced him to his own seat.

My face had burned the entire first hour, the instructor could have been speaking martian for all I'd heard.

"Man, there's a huge line for the vending machine!" Tatsuki groaned, bringing me back to the present.

We all paused as she debated if the wait was worth it. Ishida saying he would wait with her, but I didn't hear her response.

Because Ichigo's hand that had been hanging limp over my shoulder, moved up to caress the curve of my jaw. I smothered a smile as its touch grew firm, demanding me to look over at him. He was already leaning in before my face was fully turned toward his.

I'd learned quickly that Ichigo kisses like he fights; without an ounce of hesitation. His spiritual pressure suddenly spikes, usually telling me he's about to deepen our kiss, but today he takes a deep breath and pulls back.

My eyes open slowly, and I don't realize my tongue is wetting my lips until his eyes fall to watch it.

"Hey," He says to our friends, not even glancing away from me, "We'll meet you guys up there,"

"Yeah, yeah," Tatsuki waved.

Using his body to get me moving, we head toward the stairs. Once we reach them, he removes his arm from my shoulders, gripping my hand instead as we climb.

"What did you bring today?" He asked.

I swung our arms happily, "I didn't have much time to prep anything so I just brought leftovers from that curry you made a few days ago."

He laughed, "You should have warned me I was making way too much. At this rate you'll be eating it for months."

"Well, I love eating it!"

"Yeah well, you better savor it. Next time I won't make so much and you'll only get to eat it once."

I was frowning when we reached the roof, the afternoon sun blinding as he swung the door open. The roof was empty, all the other groups who normally eat here still filled the halls downstairs.

Once I'd blinked past the burning sun, I said, "Don't punish me like that. I want you to make lots and lots of food so I can think of you when I eat it!"

He leads us to the only bit of shade, sitting with his back leaning against the building, "You can think of me while you eat anything, it doesn't have to be something I made."

I sighed as he pulled me to sit down beside him, "That's not the same."

"Is too."

I just shook my head, refusing to back down.

Ichigo wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger, barely brushing my neck as he did. "You never cook for me and I think about you all the time,"

His warm words calmed the shiver that worked its way down my spine at the touch of his fingers. "You won't let me cook for you."

"Because you almost poisoned me,"

"I thought you'd like it..." I tried to keep the pout from my voice, but even I could hear I failed.

"Green pepper cake, Hime? You made your own bed, suffer the consequences."

I was scowling down at my lunch now but I could hear the smile in his voice as the pad of his thumb moved down my jaw to my chin, "I'd feel bad about that pout if it wasn't so damn cute,"

I squirmed a bit, my thigh brushing his for a moment. His thumb traced my bottom lip, drawing it out of its pout and I glanced up from under my lashes, shuddering out a breath at his expression.

If his kisses were a battle, his expressions were the catalyst.

How many times had I imagined him looking at me that way? How many times had I sat on this roof with him and pictured his calculating eyes tracing the lines of my face, while his hands traced everything else.

I squirmed again, "You only like it because it means you won,"

Half his mouth lifted up and then he was pulling me into his lap- lunches forgotten as my thighs instinctually moved to straddle him. With a gasp I brought myself onto my knees, not allowing myself to come into full contact with him, if only to keep him from having the satisfaction of it.

"Ichigo! Everyone is meeting us, we can't-" I broke off as his lips travelled up the base of my throat, his hands feather light as they skimmed down my low back to settle farther south.

Heart shuddering as it was, I could barely hear him as he said, "Just for a bit,"

His teeth unclicked my bow from around my neck and it fell away. Then his teeth were loosening the buttons of my shirt, first just one, then two and on and on until the pink frills of my bra were just barely visible.

"Ichi-" Despite my protest, my head dropped back as his mouth closed over my pulse. A raw sound clawing its way out of my mouth as his teeth sunk into sensitive flesh. With a low growl of his own, he pulled me flush against his chest as he devoured my neck.

Elbows now resting on his shoulders, I fisted my hands into his hair. Keeping him snug against where he mouth teased. My body betrayed my intentions, arching into him as my breasts ached with the need for his attention. It felt like decades since we'd been together like this, but it had been just last night in my moonlit kitchen.

"Hime," His voice was gutted and molten, as if he felt it too.

And god, my thighs began to clench, then shake with struggle as they kept me hovering slightly above him. The strong, hot, path of his hands moved down until they met uninterrupted skin. Rough palms scrapped against the back of my thighs, then back up as his fingers dug firmly into my backside under my skirt.

It broke what was left of my half alive restraint.

I lowered down onto him with a sound not meant to be made at school. And the feel of him, with only a thin piece of fabric separating me from the hard bulge in his pants, was nothing compared to the pulsating desire in his voice. "Fuck, Hime."

Ichigo lifted his head, eyes blazing, and his reiatsu turned the air around us to static. It felt like his own hands as it fluttered and stroked down every inch of my body. I breathed it in, shallow with huffing breath.

Capturing my lips, he stole each of those breaths for his own. His tongue, his teeth, his overwhelming spiritual pressure consuming me until I was nothing but puddled ecstasy in his arms.

Drawing back, teeth snagging my bottom lip and tugging it, his hands pulled at my hips, rocking me against his erection seductively, yet almost as if asking for permission.

"I've been thinking about you all day." Ichigo said, eyes closing as his forehead rested against mine, "I can hardly remember what it was like to think of anything that isn't you."

I fisted his hair and drew him back to look at me but I struggled to think past the throbbing between my legs. "I have thought of only you for years. Have craved this," I thrust my hips against his and he groaned, "more times than I can count."

I was shaking, completely undone, but I had the sense to glance at the roof door- though even if it had swung open I think I'd still have leaned to say into his ear, "Fuck me,"

Ichigo's hands tightened to near pain, and when he pulled back to look into my eyes, likely looking for any flicker of hesitation, a wicked smile was already in place. "When have I ever been able to deny you anything?"

He waited for no further encouragement, his tongue working its way into my mouth as his hands wasted no time tracing the line of my panties until he was pushing them aside to brush a finger down the core of me.

Ichigo spoke around our kiss, "I want to taste you, but given our time restraint, this will have to do for now,"

My moan at his finger pushing into me was swallowed up by his mouth. Possibility of discovery forgotten, I rolled my hips on his ministrations. One long finger becoming two, curling and withdrawing until I was panting and begging.

"More," I gasped, "Now, Ichigo."

The small stubble on his chin tickled my breast as he chuckled, I hadn't even noticed that he'd buried his head there. "You're such a needy little creature,"

My pout was back, "Whose fault is that?"

I barely registered the clink of his belt as it came undone, not as he growled out, "It had better be mine,"

I opened my mouth to tease him more, but the broad tip of him nudged gently against my entrance and all thought fluttered away.

Hands resting on my waist, Ichigo paused, voice thick, "Ride me,"

With more of a whimper than whine, I slowly slid down onto him. The stretching ache of being filled all I could focus on. I had wanted to go slow, to coax him into madness but the swirl of my hips was beyond my control.

There was no structure or reason to the way I moved against him. Only knowing that with the way he was leaning into me, each time I sheathed him into me completely his pelvic bone ground against my clit deliciously.

And I knew I was near explosion by the way my thighs were quivering, and the way I clenched around him on each withdrawal. Both arms were around his head, hugging him to my chest, where he sucked and bit with abandon. I had half a thought to worry about if he could breathe.

His fingertips dug harshly into my thighs as he helped lift me up and down over him, "Shit, Hime, I'm not gonna last much longer,"

I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe without fear of making that rising wave of release fall back down, but Ichigo seemed to know without need for words.

His thumb was suddenly at my clit, circling it softly, "God, you look unbelievable while fucking yourself on me."

I gasped, eyes opening to see him staring up at me, his eyes glazed and dark. I could only whimper in response and he grinned, all teeth, "Does it feel good, Orihime?" I bobbed my head, still bouncing up and down. "You're unreal. My dick is going to be aching in class even after I fill you up,"

"Ichi-" I gasp, "please, please,"

His circling became firm and deliberate, "What about you? Are you gonna feel me here," He thrust his own hips up and I clamped down on my lip to keep from screaming, "-even when we are back in class? While all those fuckers stare at you, will you still feel me inside you?"

My release shook my body with its sudden force and brought my answer out into the world, "Yes, yes!"

Ichigo fisted my shirt, keeping me firmly against him as my orgasm forced him into his own. His groan, deep and masculine, vibrating against my skin sounding almost like my name.

I morphed into putty in his grip, head resting against his shoulder as I forced air into my lungs. He moved his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp with strong strokes.

"I never want the others to come," he mumbled into my shoulder as he peppered it with kisses. I sighed, so content that I could float away into the blue sky- as long as I could take him up there with me.

And when the door to the roof did open, I was already sitting with my legs stretched out before me. Ichigo's head in my lap, my fingers playing in his hair.

Tatsuki and Keigo were arguing over the last hot coffee and who had the right to it. Their voices rising until they seemed near to wrapping hands around throats. But even their loudness could not wake Ichigo as he slept peacefully.

Chad sat in front of us, his juice and apple already half gone, "He must have had a long night with the hollows,"

I smiled, soft and small to myself, "Yeah, something like that,"

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