Ichigo's Girls

When Inoue arrived back at the Kurosaki residence to have this “talk” with Rukia and Ichigo, her face was grave. She had, indeed, returned to normal health which had out the colour back into her face but it was her expression that caused more alarm to the orange headed shinigami. They led her to the table where dinner was being set up, and made her the guest of honour. As the time grew on, Ichigo found that he was becoming more and more paranoid. It used to make her so happy to be here with his crazy family. She’d even laugh at the strangeness of their random fights. But instead, she merely played with her food (and didn’t actually eat more than a bite, he noted) and looked dazed. Like she wanted to be elsewhere. What he was most afraid of, was that he was right.

“Inoue-san! You look so much healthier now,” Rukia said, hugging her once they had retreated upstairs after dinner. “I guess we owe Ishida more credit from now on.” Ah, that name. It made her drift off again. She wondered what he was doing now. Would he be finishing that purse? Or perhaps-

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In reality, Ishida was out taking a walk when he happened to pass Tatsuki throwing rocks into the river. Convinced it was none of his business, he was going to move on however she suddenly spoke.

“Oi. How is Orihime-chan? I heard she fainted.”

“She’s much better now. Kurosaki’s dad said she just needed rest.”

“Listen… I’m worried about her. She said something odd a little while ago, and I didn’t even take it into consideration. What relationship do you think there is between Kurosaki, Kuchiki and Orihime-chan? Don’t you think they’ve all been acting a little odd?”
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“Orihime-chan!” Rukia called impatiently. She was unused to the girl drifting off so much on them. She looked at the two of them.

“Huh? Were you saying something?” She asked, blushing. She hadn’t meant to do that. They looked rather disappointed.

“We had just gotten to the most important part of our discussion,” Rukia said, watching her as though she had a tail.

“Which was?” Inoue said, trying to catch up.

“We were thinking…” Ichigo began, looking at Rukia.

“That you might consider moving in. I mean, you do live alone, and everyone here would love to have you around. Ichigo’s father really likes the idea, as you know he was always very accepting of our ‘special relationship’” Rukia finished.

“Move… in?” She looked at them like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Inoue? What’s wrong? You don’t want to?” Ichigo asked, reaching out to take her hand. It burned. No, more than that. Today, it was scalding. She recoiled from him, crouching like an attacked animal.

“I…”
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Ishida’s eyes were wide open by the end of the conversation. So… that had been what was on Inoue’s mind that morning. Had she… been afraid to go back? He was now sitting on the grass beside Tatsuki.

“… I see. It must have been very hard on her, trying to be happy when she was in such a position. Especially since Kurosaki was always in love with Kuchiki-san,” He remarked. He stood up, and brushed off his pants.

“But you can’t really blame Kurosaki-san, Orihime-chan reminds him of his mom in a strange way so as long as he has her it’s like he’s re-living his happiest days.”

“I can blame him. Using Orihime like that is wrong. He could have broken her beyond repair that way.”

“What are you…? Huh? Where are you going?” Tatsuki saw him walking away. He didn’t turn when he answered.

“I have a princess to save.” She stared after the figure in confusion. For one, since when did he start calling Orihime-chan by her first name? And for another, wasn’t he gay?

When they heard a knock on the door, Ichigo ran to answer it like his life depended on it.

“Inoue!” He yelled, opening it. Unfortunately, the person on the other side was not the beautiful red head but an annoyed Quincy.

“Where is Orihime?” He asked bluntly. The look in his eyes was… dangerous. Rukia stepped into the door frame beside him. He knew. That much, she could tell.

“We asked her to move in, but she burst into tears and left with all her stuff,” Rukia answered, examining his reaction.

“She said she had somewhere else she was moving into so she wouldn’t be living alone anymore. Do you know what she was talking about, Ishida?” Ichigo asked.

“You’re a great idiot, Kurosaki. But you can’t hit a blind man for not seeing your favourite colour,” Ishida responded. Ichigo stared at him for a few moments. This was making some dots connect, but he wasn’t sure where he was going with it.

“I thought as much,” Rukia said, smiling at the protective gleam in his eye. This had turned out much better than she had hoped. She knew, as a woman knows, that something was wrong. She saw the subtle hints, the sadness in Inoue’s eyes and the way she no longer stayed the night. It had been breaking Rukia’s heart. She really did care for Inoue as a good friend, and she had known there had to be a way to save her dense friend before Ichigo destroyed her with his selfish blindness. “However, I’m not as honourable as you, Quincy. I can hit a blind man. Especially when he can see.”

Without another word, Ichigo found himself on the painful end of Rukia’s backhand slap- which was quite powerful.

“You two make a good couple,” He said, before stoically leaving (as was his custom).

He found her just where he thought he would. Bawling her eyes out surrounded by bags of clothing in front of his door.

“Orihime-chan, don’t cry,” He said, making her look up. “Shouldn’t you be unpacking?”

The rest of it was a blur for Ishida as she almost launched herself at him before he reminded her that they had neighbours. He unlocked the door and the moment he had her bags in the door and the door closed behind her he heard her lock it. He raised one eyebrow, wondering silently if Tatsuki knew she was secretly like this. Her tears hadn't dried yet.

"The clothes need to go into the bedroom," She said cheerfully, and he wondered if he'd been imagining things. They both lifted the bags and carried them down the short hall to the bedroom. She secured her bags off into the corner of the room so that they wouldn't get in the way before she had a chance to unpack them. When he turned to tell her that they ought to start making dinner, the words never got past his lips as his glasses were removed by a warm pair of hands. Holding them folded in one hand, she used the other to take his arm and pull him over to the night stand to put his glasses down. No, Ishida had definitely not been imagining anything. He felt himself harden instantly, looking at her pouted lips. They were beautifully kissable lips as they were but her pout made him want to do things to her. He groaned as she pulled him towards her, slipping one hand into his pants to stroke his growing manhood as she kissed his chin. Ishida was a man among men when it came to holding himself back, or so he'd thought before he'd met Orihime. He felt a sigh pass through his lips as she gently felt the head of his penis with her thumb.

"W-we should make dinner," He attempted to keep his focus, but his hand was slipping under her shirt to fondle one breast over her bra before he had much control. Who ever had thought of self restraint had never met this woman. She was still kissing against his throat.

"We'll make it quick then," She replied, feeling her heart beat speed up. She was secretly proud that she was able to finally say it. She looked over to make sure her purse was still beside the bed as planned. She wanted to say she hadn't been planning any of this, but Orihime was not a liar. She was... creative, she decided. He groaned as she began to pump his length with her hand, unable to get out his answer. He had planned to say something along the lines of no, but she hadn't had to do much to convince him. He moved her hand out of his pants, which were now highly uncomfortable to be in. She'd undone the zipper, so he moved his member to hang out of his pants and left it bare as she'd pulled his underwear down so it wasn't in the way. Before he let her get any ideas, he shifted her to be sitting on the bed. Quick, she'd said. He mused on how that wasn't so easy as he pulled her skirt up and began to stroke her slit gently through her panties only to be surprised that she was already moist. He pulled her underwear off her quickly and easily before pressing one finger into her wet and tight hole.

"Quick?" He said as he slowly began to move his finger in and out of her with enough speed to gather enough friction to make her pant. He covered her mouth with his to keep her from answering him and in the process rubbed his hard member against her leg. The way she moved to meet his hand frantically made the skin contact between her soft leg and his manhood feel a little too good. He moved away, and added another finger to her dripping core, the sounds of his fingers entering her loud in the quiet bedroom. Inoue was sure at some point she was going to stop breathing. If this was a battle, she didn't mind losing, she thought as he added a third finger and she shivered as she came and constricted around his fingers. Panting though she was, she felt the heat building inside her as she watched him lick his fingers clean while looking directly at her. If she hadn't already been soaking wet, she was sure that moment was enough to make her climax again. She felt his erection against her thigh, and realized now was the time. She reached for her open purse and pulled out the wrapper faster than he could notice due to his desire filled brain. She carefully pulled the condom down his shaft teasingly, and he wondered when she'd had time to pick that up. She was still panting as he lifted her against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt her heart skip a beat as his penis pressed against her center. He was looking at her with the question in his eyes, and expecting her to answer. When she didn't, he pressed the head of his cock into her making her sigh before pulling back again.He did it a few more times until she finally gave in.

"I... I want you to stay inside me when I cum this time," She finally panted out as she felt his head teasing her entrance again. He was smiling as he pushed all the way in this time and she moaned loudly. She'd never imagined him to have been strong enough to hold her against the wall like this, but she had to admit that having sex against the bedroom wall while still clothed every where else was making her more excited. He pressed into her with abandon, pride and lust. She was unable to speak, only moan things that sounded like his name had come apart and she was simply saying the pieces as he thrust into her at the pace she seemed to like best. She didn't last very long, and it was almost a shame to her that she only managed to last for a few minutes against his constant and paced thrusts combined with the mental stimulation of their clothing and position. When she finally did fell herself clamp down on him, she found a higher and almost frightening pleasure as he continued to thrust into her through out it. It was enough to send her into another climax before she'd finished the first in which he finally stopped moving. It was almost comforting, and it was partially spiritual that she'd made the request. Squeezing him, and having him stay inside her made her feel their physical connection more deeply. He barely managed to move her to the bed without falling out of her.

"Is that what you wanted, Hime?" He asked quietly as she laid beneath him, their bodies still connected. He looked tired. She imagined the strain of holding her up while climaxing had been intense. She kissed his nose.

"Yes. Thank you."