It is official, this story has ruined my social life \(^.^)/ oh well

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its character

Orihime:

The sun was high in the sky, blasting the field with heat. Tatsuki was fanning me with her clipboard but it did nothing to stop the trickle of sweat on my forehead.

"Why do they always make sports day during the hottest month of the year, the sadists."

I sighed mostly in agreement, leaning into her fanning, "I don't remember it being this hot last year,"

Chizuru piped in, "The first game hasn't even started yet and look at us, practically dead already!"

She wasn't wrong. Glancing around the field, most students were either huddled in small puddles of shade, or crouched down with heads bowed as the sun beat down on them. Not exactly what you want to see when this is meant to be a day of athleticism.

My t-shirt was already sticking to my body and I'd resorted to pulling my hair up off my neck into a high ponytail- it hasn't helped.

The whooping and hollering of my male classmates as they rushed out of the building and onto the field took my mind off my discomfort. Keigo led the herd, smiling from ear to ear- his neck-tie wound around his head. All going well until he tripped up on his way down the hill, he face planted, sliding down the rest of the way as the others continued running past him.

I frowned as the girls around me giggled. I stepped toward him to help him up right when Ichigo appeared next to him. Water jug balanced on one shoulder, he extended a hand down to his friend and practically yanked him back onto his feet.

Everyone around me had already moved on, their own conversations like blank static in my ears as I watched my boyfriend, a smile slowly pulling at my mouth.

Ichigo was scowling, mouth pinched like he was irritated but he brushed the grass from the front of Keigo's shirt, saying something I couldn't hear from so far away but it made Keigo laugh and then they were moving to rejoin their group.

I knew it would be another moment that would stay with me long after it was over. Sometimes, my love for him just drowned my chest, hotter and fiercer than the unforgiving sun.

Since we'd started dating I never got to just look at him anymore. I'd become greedy with getting to touch him, to be beside him that I rarely hung back just to watch him. It was the moments when no one was looking that he was most himself. My affection had grown from witnessing those types of moments, I had a stockpile of them from our years as friends.

Ichigo set the water down, the movement extending his neck and I blushed. The red, borderline purple love bite was perfectly visible over the neckline of his t-shirt and I knew if he turned his head, it's twin would be just as prominent.

I hadn't planned on giving him either but once I'd realized he wasn't in the classroom anymore, when Tatsuki had said he'd left with Asana Tako from class one…

I'd only heard the tail end of her confession, and while I hated hearing that someone harbored the same type of feelings for him that I do, I never would have blamed her for it. It had taken a courage I'd never had for her to tell him and she deserved his answer, regardless of whatever it was.

And when she had rushed up the stairs with tears in her eyes, when she had paused mid stride at the sight of me, all I'd been able to do was give her an understanding, tight-lipped, smile. She had hesitated before returning it but I didn't take it personally.

She was a pretty girl, with a small frame and dark raven hair… it had made me crazy.

Ichigo has marked me in more ways than one. I feel as if people can see him on me whether he's standing beside me or not and I'd been overcome with a desire to leave him marked with me, too.

"Nice handy work," I jumped out of my skin, squeaking as I turned toward the voice. Kaz grinned, no lollipop hiding it this time. "It's easy to sneak up on you, Inoue. You should really work on that."

Surprised he'd gotten around Tatsuki, I looked around us to see the group I'd been with had moved under a tree a few feet away. Or maybe I'd been the one who'd moved away from them. Tatsuki was watching me, a silent communication in her expression, but I shook my head and her posture loosened a bit.

I met his eye before I said, "It's my fault you never announce yourself?"

Grinning wider, he said, "Okay, maybe I like sneaking up on you. Makes your voice flustered when you talk."

I ignored him, choosing instead to make sure Ichigo hadn't also moved away. He was still huddled with the boys from our class, back turned to me now.

Kaz stepped beside me, following my attention, "At least I hope that's yours… Or maybe I don't, it would solve a problem for me."

I should ignore him but, "Who else would it be."

He shrugged while still watching Ichigo's back, "You just don't seem the type."

Yup, should have ignored him. Too late now. "And I keep telling you that you don't know me." He didn't respond. And we stood there in silence, both boring a hole into Ichigo with our eyes. "Shouldn't you be with your class?"

I saw him turn toward me in my peripheral, "I was. Then I saw you and remembered you never answered my question." Crossing my arms I looked over at him and he continued, "Why him? I've been asking around, and while I may be new here, your long list of admirers sure aren't."

I bite my tongue to keep my retort behind my teeth. I was well aware of the whispers that had followed me around since entering High School. Had accidentally crashed a club meeting with photos taken of me hung all over the walls. But I hated that word; admirer.

How do you admire someone you've never spoken to? How do you love someone you've never met?

You don't. It's the idea of them, that you've molded like clay with greedy hands, that you love. Nothing more than a shiny trophy to put on a shelf and stare at, to collect.

"I am not an object." I say through clenched teeth.

The twinkle in his eye seems to dim a bit, but the horn blows just then. Signalling the start of the first game.

Heart pounding with adrenaline my eyes find Ichigo without my mind having to direct them. His team is huddled together, and then their arms shoot up as they cheer: "Team Three!"

Then, Keigo yells out, "Ichigo, what we discussed!"

I could tell he was not happy but Ichigo lifted the hem of his t-shirt and suddenly my heart was misbehaving for an entirely different reason as he lifted his shirt over his head. The contours of his chest and stomach were made more defined by the sunlight, and the honey glow of his skin shimmered.

Then, as if I needed any more reasons to mark his neck with hickies, he lifted one arm to flex his bicep, and coiled muscle turned to steel before the eyes of every girl in our grade.

"Figures." Kaz grumbled, mostly to himself.

But I was already moving. Walking past groups of girls with hearts for eyes, closing the distance between us. Ichigo caught sight of me as I drew closer, still flexing even as I came to a stop before him.

I let my body barely brush against his before rooting myself a few inches in front of him. Far too close to be anything but intimate. He smirked down at me, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Hey, Hime." He said, voice low.

"Hey yourself," I say, equally low. I ghost a finger tip up his stomach to poke his chest. "Interesting wardrobe choice."

Keigo broke in then, "Intimidation at it's finest. Gotta get into their heads, Inoue, it's the only way to win against those delinquents in Class Two."

Oh he was in my head alright. My gaze caught on the side of his neck, where he hadn't even tried to cover my marks. Heat that had nothing to do with the sun swept through my veins.

As Keigo drifted away, Ichigo reached past my face to twirl my ponytail around one of his fingers, tugging at it gently and I nearly purred, "You should wear your hair like this again when we're alone."

I blinked up at him as my head tipped back, "You like it?"

My mind flashed to when his hand had wrapped around my throat as he took me from behind. God, it had felt like years since then.

His eyes were wicked, his grin even more so, "I owe you some torture."

My knees could give out but I had the mindfulness left to say, "The reiatsu blocker-"

"Let me worry about that."

The next horn blared, and Ichigo broke eye contact to look toward it, breaking the sensual tension brewing like smoke between us.

He released his hold on my hair, then flicked my nose. I rubbed away the ache with my palm, only removing it when he leaned in to give me a chaste kiss.

"I'm staying over tonight." A statement, leaving no room for argument, not that I had any left in me.

"Can't wait."

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I had barely kicked my shoes off, the door only barley clicking shut before Ichigo hiked me over his shoulder, heading down the hall to my bedroom.

I could only laugh as he plopped me down onto the mattress. My legs instinctually parted for him to settle between them but he stayed standing at the foot of the bed. Fisting my hands into the sheets, I clenched my thighs together at the increasing throbbing at the look in his eye.

"Don't do that," He scolded.

I clenched them tighter, "Why not?"

He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. His chest stretching the material of his black undershirt. "Torture, remember?"

I didn't bother to remind him that these past few days without him had already been torture. "And my crime?"

He stilled me with a look, "You know what you did,"

Biting my lip to keep from smiling I shook my head.

All business, Ichigo said, "Open your legs."

Already burning, I let my knees drop apart. My skirt doing nothing to hide anything underneath as he stood in front of me.

His expression didn't change but his chest moved faster with each breath. "Now your shirt."

I extended a hand toward him, "You do it,"

He only shook his head and waited. I removed my shirt, then my bra with his direction, but when I went for the zipper on my skirt he stopped me.

"Leave it on." The husky note in his voice sent shivers over me, even while turning to flames as I squirmed under his attention. Ichigo hadn't touched me a single time but I felt more alive than I had in days. As if just a brush of his breath along my skin would have me in shambles.

"That fantasy you told me about," My heart stopped dead in my chest. And his confident grin told me he knew, "Remind me, how did that go again?"

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I am evil I know

But trust me, we all want this from Ichigo's point of view

*mwahaha*