Ichigo's Girls

Orihime paced the hallway. She had tried going to sleep, and it had not worked. She wanted to play a game, anything that might use up all this extra energy she had. She had been babied by Ishida for far too long for her own good. She was used to doing all the chores for her own place, and now there was a void. At least, she hoped that was all that was going on.

When the silence felt like it was choking her, she finally broke down her own sense of common decency- and nearly Ishida’s bedroom door as she bounded in like a bouncing rabbit. She stopped a few centimeters from the startled young man, grinning like always.

“Play with me!” She said rather bluntly. He looked at her like she was insane. The silence was unending. “Say something, at least!” His eyes darkened slightly, and it made her heart race. This was good at the moment because it beat being bored.

“Orihime,” He said, speaking her first name. It sent electricity up her spine. This was good! Something was happening for once! She couldn’t be bored with whatever he was about to say with such a serious face! She felt his hands rest on her shoulders, before his fingers worked their way down her arms so gently it made wherever they touched positively tingle. This was always the way he was. Feather light touch, there, but almost not there. It made her ache to reach out and make sure he wasn’t just a ghost. “Those aren’t words you should say to a man.”

As he turned away, many things ran through her mind. The first, she hadn’t noticed that his glasses weren’t on until that moment. Second, his shirt was also missing and she had failed to notice that as well until his smooth back was to her. She wondered what it felt like. And then, the final realization of why she was so restless.

Ishida was sure she’d leave. Pack up and never come back. As much as that might hurt, it was best to take care of this now before she became even more important to him. Having her here had been a night mare. It was too easy to dream that she was here because she was his. They ate breakfast together, co-habitated and even if they weren’t speaking, generally stuck near to one another. Sewing or reading on the couch was not sewing or reading unless she was there beside him, her quiet breathing setting the rhythm to his needle. He didn’t need to finish the job quickly, because it would leave him with nothing to do and no reason to stay here by her side. So it was all for the best.

But Ishida Uryuu always knew he had the worst luck.

He felt her suddenly fling her arms around him and rest her cheek against the back of his neck. He really wished right about then that he’d been wearing a shirt and not changing for bed as he could so acutely feel where his form ended and where hers began.

“Ishida… would you… do that again? It feels like butterfly wings. Please?” He was silent, her soft breaths seeming a bit faster than normal. What was a Quincy to do? What would his grandfather advise?

“Uryuu…” She pleaded in a voice whose need was clear. All thoughts of his grandfather, advice and any logical thought left Ishida’s mind. He removed her arms from around him, turned to her before bending to press his lips to hers. She lazily draped her arms around him, angling herself to deepen the kiss even as she continued to explore his bare upper half with her hands. She was in need, and wanted to make sure he wouldn't escape. She pressed her chest against him, hoping to ensare him further. Ishida Uryuu. Her blue eyed knight pulling her tightly against him and not refusing her. She wasn't disappearing, she wasn't burning. She was breathless with yearning as she tore her mouth away for air. Did the man not need breath? No, not when he was connected to her. His eyes were still dark, and unexpectedly warm. Pulling his face down to her's again, she felt herself being drawn towards him. He couldn't be close enough to her, and she needed him. She dragged her tongue across his lips for a long moment, waiting. She kneaded her hands across his back again, unexpected and making him open his mouthto gasp. But the sound never made it out as she sealed her lips to his, tasting the warm cavern of his mouth. The taste of his mouth made her painfully aware of the material between them, still separating them. She wanted to consume him.

"Hime," He breathed as she pulled away. Ishida had been lost in his own passions, and still was in a way. She'd maneuvered him to the bed and pushed him without apology onto it. Her grey eyes were staring at him, taking in his form as she crawled over him. His masculinity was at stake at this rate. If he let her keep going it was going to be said that she took his virginity. Not he gave her, but she took it. He couldn't let that be. His pride as a Quincy and a man demanded more. She could take him like this some other time- but not for his first time. He wanted to show her more.

Before Orihime had a chance to take off more than her shirt and throw it to the side, he'd flipped them over with such grace and power that she found herself comfortably nestled on the bed and he was above her, kissing his way across her flushed face. Kissing her beautiful face the way he'd always wanted to, without restraint or guilt. Her breath, small puffs of air against him fuelled him forward. She was already panting, needing him and they hadn't even had any real foreplay yet. He used one slim hand to pull her to sit up and knelt between her legs, kissing across her chin in a soft fluttering way that made Orihime's heart want to stop. His hands were gentle, but strong and agile as he easily took apart the latches of her bra and removed it carefully while still making it feel like he was stroking her body and less like he was taking off her bra. He reached the under wire, and used the chance to let his thumbs gently brush over her sensitive pink nipples making her breathe hard into his hair. She thanked Kami as he kissed her shoulder that Kurosaki's mark had managed to fade before now. She wondered if he would mark her too.

Her hands were restless with nothing to do, hanging around him as he kissed her in a way that made not only her lower half warm but her heart felt like it might burst. It was a whole new feeling for her, and she was energized. The energy she'd been storing was continuing to collect towards him and she was alright with that. If she could, she might have this night last forever. It was almost too soon when she gasped and threaded her hands into his soft dark hair that she felt him kissing around her nipple without touching it directly. He made small suctions around her nipple and she felt herself becoming more sensitive from the lack of attention to the actual nipple. He moved to the other side and did the same to her other aching breast as his hands moved around her, memorizing every patch of skin, every curve and texture. Orihime wondered if she could die like this. Her heart was fast, and she was in wonder when she finally used her hands in his hair to push him to take her nipple in his mouth at last. Teasing her again, he licked around the center and she moaned into the empty apartment wanting to plead but not having the breath to do so. And then, at last, with the tiniest lick across her already hardened nipples, she felt herself climax. Her cry was taken into his mouth as he moved his head up to lock lips again with her as she had let go of his hair out of shock. It was new, and different. And she still ached for him, surrounded by the warmth of her pleasure, she still needed him. She wanted him desperately to make love to her, and now. She'd never known the difference before now. But at this moment, she knew it too well.

"Please... Uryuu... please," She cried out as he gently kissed the side of her mouth with a teasing slowness. But, he could not deny his princess. She was pushing down the shorts she slept in, unable to get them off because he was still kneeling between her legs. He stretched his long legs around her's, pushing them together and kissing along her hip and down as he took her task from her and began to pull her sleeping shorts down. Her panties were wet with her earlier orgasm, and pulled away with her shorts revealing herself. It made her feel strangely embarrassed for him to see her, and she wanted him to not look. But he knew what she was thinking, and continued to kiss his way down her leg without paying any special attention as he finally removed her panties and shorts. She could feel herself already building up again as he kissed her ankle reverently. She wanted to grab him, but didn't as he finally looked at her again. His eyes were dark, and warm, and she thought she might melt. It was amazing to her that the king of neatness threw her discarded clothing to the side of the bed before inching up towards her without losing eye contact. She felt herself reach out for him before he even got within her reach, wanting- no needing to hold him.

He was kissing her ears, inhaling the scent of her hair when she reached with both hands to remove his pajama bottoms. She wanted him more with every second that passed now, and even if he brought about another climax it still wouldn't fill her need. She needed him. He moved out of the pants as she pulled them down while kissing her sweetly against her mouth and she wanted to cry. She was surrounded in him, and wouldn't wait any longer. He leaned her to lie down again before he entered her slowly. She relished the feeling, and her aching heart began to feel as full as her passage with him. If he'd never moved again and they could stay forever intertwined like this, she would have died a happy woman. But then he started to move within her, and her desire returned, coated in this warm feeling of being made love to. She felt already full, happy just to be together. But the friction she so desperately wanted made her moan and cry out as he took her with his blue eyes still locked with her's. Every time she closed her eyes, he would stay completely still inside her until she opened them again. He wanted her to remember, and he wanted to remember for himself. He kissed the corner of her lips as he continued to thrust and felt her muscles clamp down on his member as she came hard with her eyes open and her soft voice crying out his name. It took all the control he had to pull out of her before he came against her thigh. Not the best execution of pulling out, but as he collapsed over her he figured he would take care of her should anything happen.

Orihime awoke groggily, as usual. She was oddly… pleased. She was very warm. Not overheating, but warm. There was something hanging over her side, and she felt about for whatever it was to inspect. As first thought, it was indeed an arm. Not her own, of course, it wouldn’t bend in such a strange way. It was warm, like her. That’s how she realized it wasn’t Ichigo. It didn’t burn. It didn’t make her heart twinge in her chest. She felt valued, protected. She was tempted to sleep again regardless of what was going on. A moment like this to calm her mind was exactly what she had needed. To feel loved, in her own right, to feel special and not like the third wheel. It was blissful.

“Orihime?” The arm was trying to get away. She grabbed it quickly, and pulled the hand to her face like a comfort object.

“Hush, you’ll make the good dream go away,” She murmured. Then the voice finally registered as he sighed.

“Orihime, I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Then you can be sorry for the both of us.”

“Huh?”

“Because I’m not sorry at all, Ishida Uryuu.” She was sure she sounded like she was babbling, but she was too happy for anyone to ruin this moment for her.

“You’ll be sorry when you wake up with no breakfast because you won’t let me have my arm,” He responded, a smile in his voice. She groaned.

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure you can manage to make it with one arm.” She begrudgingly let go as she felt him lightly kissing her temple to appease her. He really did know her too well.

Before the warm morning could continue for Inoue, the cell phone rang. She pulled the sheets around her before jogging into the living room to fish around for it.

“Hello!” She said exuberantly. The day was beautiful and breakfast was sure to be lovely. She felt happiness bursting from her very being.

“Inoue, you sound healthy today.” Her heart fell where she was standing.

“K-kurosaki-san? What’s wrong?”

“Does something need to be wrong for me to call you?”

“Well, no but… you call a lot. It would be nice to sleep in a little.”

“Do you want me to call back later?”

“Well, if you think it’s necessary…”

“Necessary? Inoue… I don’t understand. What’s wrong with you this morning?”

“Nothing, nothing. I’m just tired.”

“I hope so. Don’t forget, Rukia and I wanted to discuss something with you tonight when you get back from Ishida’s.”

“…Ah. I’d almost forgotten. Well then, I’ll see you then.” She hung up the phone before he could say more. She didn’t want to hear any more. Why did she have to wake up from her beautiful dream? She didn’t know what to do. She was afraid. She wanted to hide.

Ishida looked up from the rice maker with a frown on his face. There was no way this would be ready in time. He’d need to make something to stave them off until later. Toast, perhaps? He heard her breathing, as if it were his own and saw her in the doorway. She was still wrapped in the bed sheets.

“Were Kurosaki and Kuchiki-san asking you strange things again?” He asked, wondering if she had finally answered ‘yes’ to one of their perverted inquiries. The look on her face was very upset for the moment. He worried. He stood up straight, as if examining her face would give him some essential clue to what was wrong. The sight of the bed sheets being brought along as her attire made it seem as though she were a bird flying into his arms.

“Uryuu. Just hold me, okay?” He wondered what power she held over him. But his name seemed to be the key. He could refuse her nothing when she called him that.

Ishida didn’t ask what was bothering her that morning, but did hope she’d tell him before she left. But she didn’t. She really was going to kill him one of these days. He’d never worried about someone so much in his life. But as she gave him a timid kiss on the cheek before he left, he had to wonder if there were benefits to be reaped from such worry.