Ichigo's Girls

It always started, and ended with his eyes. Orihime wondered if Rukia felt the same way. Of course, asking at such a moment seemed improper even for her strange self. Small hands were unbuttoning her blouse with care, which she was grateful for. Left to his own devices, Ichigo would ensure the loss of every single shirt she owned. Not that she couldn't fix them herself, but it was still embarrassing. He was looking at her so intensely now, those small hands still working away teasingly slow at her buttons. His large hands were on her shoulders, pulling her closer. The red head wondered if it was possible to fall into those brown depths of eyes he had and never come back. She wished he'd stop looking at her, it made her feel self conscious. Her blouse was open now, the small hands deftly working away. The short shinigami smiled, brushing her hand across Orihime's chest to pull the blouse open. Orihime blushed as she felt the personal contact.

Ichigo kissed her then, not gently and yet not harshly. Orihime closed her eyes, spreading her arms so that her blouse could be pulled off. She was being pulled into him, and she was losing herself. His tongue made small movements against her lips in silent plea and Inoue Orihime fel herself fading away into him and his desires. She opened her pouting lips with a sigh as she felt those hands beginning to work on the back of her bra. It was a rather expensive bra, Inoue had to order them specially at a fitter's since no stores actually carried her size. so she was glad, really, that it was her taking it apart with the wise and patient hands of a fellow female. No matter how much it made her heart sting. His tongue seized her's, tasting every strange flavour her mouth had managed to capture since he'd last had her. She sighed again into his mouth, spreading her arms so that Rukia could more easily remove the straps from her shoulders. Small, pale hands removed the straps and took the under wire from her shapely breasts without harming her. It made Orihime feel a mixture of wanting to laugh and cry when she remembered the first time when he'd tried to take it off himself before Rukia had smacked him out of the way telling him he was an idiot and that she would do it. Her affection for the short dark haired girl had increased in the time that they'd spent together. But the more she liked Rukia, the sharp feelings in her chest increased. A feeling so deep and dark, she couldn't see his eyes anymore. They were dark, and they pulled her back into that dark and unpleasant world.

He released her mouth, and she took a quiet breath of air. Karin and Yuzu were still around, not to mention his father. They didn't need to know what was going on. It didn't matter that they were in Kurosaki's small bedroom with the door closed, it wouldn't do to be loud. He moved in again, stealing away was was left of herself into his dark eyes. Her long patterned skirt was being pulled gently down. Small hands that danced over her hips were forgotten as he gently nipped her bottom lip and she moaned. They were in a competition again. Always trying to see who could keep her attention longer. They were always like that. In Inoue's opinion, what Rukia lacked in raw passion she made up for in technique. After all, she was much older than they were. She was wise, even though she was child like in appearance. The small hands pulled her attention away from the hotness of his mouth claiming her's by gently stroking down her leg and she stepped out of her skirt with both feet while he wouldn't allow her to break the kiss. He was selfish, but she supposed that was one of the things she's liked about him. She wasn't sure whether it was to help in the effort to rid Inoue of her clothes or grab her attention again, but he lifted her legs up holding her bottom with one hand and wrapping them one by one around him that made her gasp into his mouth.

His hot erection was flush against her own warming center, her cotton panties being the only thing left between her aching core and him. Small hands were rubbing her back, making her confused in a flush of feelings. She wanted to press herself more tightly against him but those amazingly tiny hands slowly working out the tension in her back made her want to lean away to feel more pressure there too. She was lost in these sensations, completely out of her mind. He finally put her down, and began to kiss his way down her ear, to her small jaw. Each place he kissed created new need within her, making her feel raw. His tongue began to make small movements against her flushed skin as he moved down her neck. Placing his face into the crook of her neck he lavished the attention of his tongue and gently nibbled the place where her neck and collar bone met. Even as she thought she might come back to herself after his bold movement earlier of bringing their sex organs so close together she felt those small hands at work again. Who was winning? Inoue Orihime didn't care anymore. The heat she felt coursing through her veins was driving her mad. Those small hands were stroking along her slit from the underside of her panties without mercy, making her almost buck against them as Ichigo finished marking her collar bone. Every time he found the mark faded, he always needed to mark her again. He was a man born of instincts, and she'd known that. But he'd made it hard for her to wear certain shirts.

His rough fingers flicked against her flushed nipples, almost bringing her back to his attentions. He was licking and nibbling her lower lip, leaving her strung in between the sources of pleasure. She was wet and aching, but they wanted more of her. Oh, they never got tired of pulling her along until she was at their mercy. She wanted to jump on him now, or even for those small hands to dare brush aside the now moist cotton of her underwear. It was a tie. Somewhere deep inside, she knew she should feel insulted that she was a battleground for their competitions but she was too far gone now. A quick and gentle rub against her clit made her legs weak. He caught her with one arm wrapped around her back as he released her abused lower lip to take one rosy nipple into his mouth. He flicked her nipple from within the warmth of his mouth with his tongue, and he could still taste her skin from where he'd marked her. Inoue felt heat running through her blood. She felt like she was going to burst into flame. She wanted to beg them to please just push her over the edge. She didn't like being left so close to the edge. She kissed the top of Ichigo's orange hair to keep her mouth closed and the groans inside herself. Rukia knew, of course. He switched to her other nipple, flicking it to a hard state before sucking roughly as if he expected something to come out of the tip. Rukia always knew when it was time. It was her skill, Orihime supposed. Ichigo certainly knew how to make someone feel ravished, but Rukia made sure they brought her farther than she could imagine possible before they let her go. Just thinking of it made her feel the need grow stronger. One finger pressed into her slick passage, making her press her lips harder into Ichigo's hair to keep from making any noise. This was torture, she just wanted to dive over the edge already, she was going to start crying in frustration soon. What ever happened to a quickie? No, these two had never given her that. It was all or nothing for them. They had to make her beg, it was like part of their natures.

She cried out against his head, that one small finger glided in and out of her but it wasn't making the feelings go away. Rukia was continuing to build the fire higher. She was a fellow woman, wasn't she? Couldn't she be kind for once? Inoue lost all thoughts as they both supported her sides and she was finally moved towards the bed. Ichigo took the opportunity to brush his fingers over Rukia's hand as they were both holding her behind her back. Inoue more felt rather than saw the ripple of desire it created in the other woman and it pushed her higher. She was going to burn up until there was nothing left if they kept pushing her. She couldn't take it anymore. They laid her gently on the bed, and she finally let a small tear slide from her tightly closed eyes. She looked into Rukia's eyes pleading, and then her vision was blocked by Kurosaki's rough finger tips brushing away the tear. She'd given up on using her eyes on Ichigo, he'd just take it one step further. Between the two, Rukia was the kinder. Rukia stroked Ichigo's arm, and Inoue wanted to cry out in happiness. She promised she would never think badly of Rukia ever again.

He finally pushed into her slowly, and it almost drove her to madness. She needed the friction in her aching core. She felt his breath on her face as he kissed her forehead gently before pulling out again. She waited for him to enter again, before wrapping her legs around his waist to push him deeper and tightened her inner muscles around his throbbing member. She needed him to hurry, or else she would lose her mind. It was playing dirty, especially after Rukia had been so kind- but she was selfish. Like him. He looked at her tenderly, and she wondered what it meant before he started to thrust with his usual wild abandon and all thoughts scattered. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as she scraped her nails across his back. Then, finally the mercy of that sweet dark haired angel as she felt that reliable small hand reach between them and gently flick her clitoris in just the right way leading to her joyful release. He removed himself from her, gripping one hand around his member tightly to keep himself from being pulled over the edge to climax with her. He was panting as Rukia climbed onto the bed and laid beside Orihime, touching herself. Orihime couldn't pay attention anymore, her vision was clouding with the gentle hormones her body were sending out. She was beyond life, beyond death. The red head barely even heard the animalistic and rushing sounds of their love making as she fully rode out her own pleasure. And then, feeling like a boneless creature, spent and tired, she closed her eyes.