For another Love...

Sheeeeesh... no use trying to write any decent yaoi when you have those two going at it in your head... only remedy: WRITE IT! ^^
Is it just me or... do those two never get any romantic action?

(post Aizen-war... ending of that not really relevant, it just ended well do the good ones...)

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--- For another Love ---

The metal of the locker met quite painfully with the broad back of the orange haired teen. Small hands with a surprising strong grip were clutched into his shirt. From the outside of one of the locker rooms at Karakura High the sounds of students leaving the school grounds and clubs setting up their equipment entered the small and sticky room where silence was a king. Ichigo looked down with wondering eyes onto the small frame of his childhood friend Tatsuki. She held her face down, avoiding his gaze while still clutching the fabric of his shirt. He reached out slowly, patting her shoulder and asked:

“Tatsuki? What do you want?”

She murmured something into the ground, inaudible for Ichigo.

“Tatsuki, I can’t hear you like this.”

Suddenly she rose her head and fixed him with this fiery gaze that she always had when she wanted to reach a goal. After a second she took a deep breath and said:

“Ichigo, I’m going to ask something of you that is extremely embarrassing and if I ever hear you talking about it, I’ll beat you up so badly that no one will recognise you. Can you keep quiet about it?”

Ichigo knew from her tone that this part wasn’t much of a request but more like an order. He wanted to reply something teasing but then he saw the desperation hidden behind the determination in her eyes and gave in for the sake of their friendship.

“Alright, alright... I won’t say a word to anyone but will you please stop tearing my shirt apart?”

“Oh, gomen.”

Her grip relaxed a bit but her hands didn’t move from their spot, still pressing against what Tatsuki knew as to be one of the best built torso she knew. Those strong hands with the long fingers and strange callosities still rested on her shoulders, somehow giving her strength and reassuring her of the strength of their friendship.

“Now what is it that you want?”

Ichigo’s voice pushed her over the edge of her inhibitions and she said with the firmest voice she could muster:

“Please sleep with me.”


A tomb would have been more lively than the locker room in the minute that followed this single sentence. Ichigo just stared in disbelief at his raven friend. A bright blush covered the girl’s face and an equal red shine started to creep up on the orange haired teen’s cheek. After what seemed to be a little eternity Tatsuki wanted to call off the whole thing and had already opened her mouth when she heard Ichigo’s reply:

“Ok.”

This time it was her turn to stare at him. He shrugged his shoulders lightly and smiled softly and caringly at her, letting his worry wrinkle his brows.

“I don’t know why you want this but you really seem to be desperate. How can I not help you?”

Tatsuki sighed in relief. Now that this first hurdle was overcome, the rest felt rather easy to her.

“But could I at least know why you...?”

“I need to lose my virginity until Saturday.”

Ichigo waited for some more details but as Tatsuki didn’t utter a word more, he knew he wouldn’t get anything more. The notion that he was going to have sex with his best female friend in the next three days – it was Wednesday – still hadn’t really penetrated him and he felt strangely rational and practical about it.

“How, ehmmm... how and when?”

“When do you have free evening?”

“Today aaaaand... Friday, I think.”

“Friday is bad, I have karate practice then. What about Thursday?”

“I promised Yuzu to take her and Karin for their birthday to the cinema.”

“So... today is the only day?”

“... looks like it.”

-silence-

“Is... is your house free?”

“Are you kidding me? With two little sisters and a doctor as a father, do you think that I EVER have free evenings?”

“Right... my house... is not good too...”

“How about a love hotel?”

“... sounds good. We share the costs?”

Ichigo nodded. Tatsuki let go of his shirt and as she did so, she seemed to notice that they were both wearing the school uniform. She suggested that they’d go home and change beforehand. Ichigo agreed and they decided to go home together, like in old times. Tatsuki’s home was nearer and in the same direction as his house. It was an awkward walk. No one talked and they just walked next to each other, Ichigo gazing at the sky and Tatsuki at the ground. Fortunately the god of time was gently enough not to let them suffer for too long and soon they were before her house.

The orange haired teen waited outside while Tatsuki ran up to her room, changed and scribbled a note for her parents that she was going to the movie with some friends. She felt guilty about lying to them but her goal had priority. As she jumped down the stairs to the street she felt suddenly very self-conscious as the piercing gaze of her friend trailed over her clothes. She wore something she had never worn before, a little black skirt with a flashing green belt, combined with a neon green fish-net shirt over a simple black thank-top. Blushing slightly at the thought that she even had changed her underwear for something not embarrassing she joined up to Ichigo who had already started walking.

After a little while Ichigo broke the silence between them:

“Ummm... you look good.”

“Arigatou.”

“I didn’t know that you wore such things.”

“It’s the first time I’m wearing it.”

“Oh... but it suits you.”

“Hmmm...”

After this little ‘conversation’ the rest of their walk was silent and each one was occupied with his thoughts. Tatsuki felt somehow happy that Ichigo – whom she knew that he had a rather good sense of fashion when he wasn’t in his ‘comfortable mode’ – had complimented her but on the other side, walking around in such an outfit was somehow embarrassing. The skirt wasn’t much shorter than the school uniform’s but it still made her feel exposed. The top and the fish-net didn’t make this much better.

They had arrived at Ichigo’s house and now it was Tatsuki’s turn to wait on the street, shooting some nervous glances up and down the empty road. Ichigo too, was changed in a second and while going out, he told Yuzu that he was going to have some fun at the karaoke with some friends. Instead of just walking through the gate, Ichigo jumped easily over the fence, gaining an amused gaze of Tatsuki who said with her sharp tongue:

“Show-off!”

“Show-off yourself, Miss I-would-have-gotten-first-had-I-not-broken-my-arm!”

Tatsuki poked her tongue out at him before they simultaneously burst out laughing. All their seriousness they had tried to maintain before disappeared in an instant. They felt a bit like the children they had used to be. The walk to the city centre was filled with reminiscing talk and occasional little verbal fights. As they came closer to the district where most Love Hotels were, they grew silent. Looking out to evade eventual friends who could see them, they finally entered a quiet street where the walls were plastered with distinct posters and little announces. A woman in very sparse clothing was leaning next to a door and smoked leisurely a cigarette. Ichigo and Tatsuki began looking for a suitable establishments before the woman suddenly called out to them:

“Oi, that one is the cheapest” – she showed to the right – “but this one is better, costs a bit more but the service is good.”, and gave the opposite house a little nod.

“Ummm... thanks.”, Ichigo answered for the two of them who strangely resembled two tomatoes all of the sudden.

“No prob... but you could come back when you get tired of her, darling. You’re not bad.”

The woman winked at Ichigo, licking her upper lip lewdly while letting her gaze trail over his body. Tatsuki felt a little sting of jealousy in her heart as she compared the ample bosom of the slut with her own flat breasts. She grabbed Ichigo’s arm and pulled him towards the indicated hotel. But she couldn’t miss to give the woman right that Ichigo was absolutely a looker in his black trousers that showed an appealing little bit of hip bone paired to a black top with a silvery skull design. The same skull as the little key ring pendant that dangled invisibly to the rest of the world on his belt. She wondered where he had got that shirt and asked him.

“Oh, this? Ishida made this for my last birthday.”

“You look good... I mean, this looks good on you.”

Ichigo chuckled at her remark and pushed open the door to the hotel lobby.

Low music that was supposed to be sensual floated through the narrow room with the low ceiling. A few chairs and an old sofa where disposed against the walls between some plants that looked as if they’d direly need some sun and the only light came from the little desk behind a glass plate where an old guy was sitting, almost nodding off. He looked up to the two teens that had shyly – or was it rather boldly? – entered his realm. Ichigo, followed closely by Tatsuki, made his way to the counter but before he could utter a word the old guy said:

“First-timers, eh?”

The bright blush on their faces seemed to be enough as an answer and he went on while taking off a key from a wooden board:

“Room 8 is best for guys like you. The base price is 700 Yen and 1’400 Yen for the hour – you pay afterwards – and 1’500 Yen if you make a big mess. The stuff you need is in the drawers. Second floor, last room. Give me a name, a number to reach and sign.”

Too stunned to say anything more than a mumbled “Arigatou.” Ichigo scribbled his name and his cell number onto the blank showed towards him before signing it. Tatsuki took the key and they made their way upstairs. The wooden stairs were creaking so loudly that they felt as if somebody was scolding them for coming here in the first place. They reached the second floor and stumbled over the uneven, dark floor, cursing inwardly at the lack of appropriate light. The door was old and if it had been painted once, the colour was gone and only a worn brazen ‘8’ told them that this was the right room. After what they had seen from the house, they feared that the room was in an equally desolate state but their foreboding was proven wrong once they had switched on the light.

Warm light flooded a small room with a door on the right wall. A double-sized bed was occupying the biggest part of the room and a small drawer with a TV on it was standing in the opposite corner. Through the window they could see the roofs of the slightly shady neighbourhood being illuminated by the red sunset. Tatsuki was the first one to react and she took off her shoes, deposing them into the little mat next to the door and went to the window. Surprisingly the floor didn’t creak and the carpet was quiet soft as she noticed because she was barefoot. As she looked out of the window she heard Ichigo do the same with his shoes as her and push open the door on the right side.

“There’s a little bathroom.”, he noticed.

When Ichigo came out of the bathroom, he saw that he had forgotten to close the main door and caught up on this little slip.

The closure sound of the door suddenly made them both realise what they were actually going to do. For a minute or two, they just stayed where they were, the only sound reaching them was their own heartbeat in their ears. A thousand voices inside of Ichigo’s head told him that this was madness and another thousand yelled at him to grab this golden opportunity. Forcefully shutting them up, he turned around to the raven girl. His feet moved on their own and slowly carried him over. He was standing right behind her, much closer than what their friendship usually would allow them. His body moved on his own again as his arms gently enclosed her slender waist and encaged her shoulders. Her back rested now against his front and he bent his head down, bringing his lips next to her ear. If they called this off now, it would just be some kind of weird episode in their friendship that could be laughed at in some years but he knew he had felt some kind of despair on her side and decided to let her decide.

After some second of getting used to this new closeness, Ichigo whispered softly:

“I know you have a reason and I’d like to know it but I won’t ask. Tell me if you want, whenever you want.”

“Thanks.”

The small hands that hid so much strength let go of their grip onto the window frame and hooked themselves into the strong arm that enclosed her shoulders. Tatsuki knew she had done the right thing to ask Ichigo to do this with her. After all, he was the guy she trusted the most. He truly was the only part of this insane adventure that was really ok and terribly wrong at the same time. His voice that once had been almost as high as hers and now carried the deep tone of an almost grown man reached her ear again:

“I’m sorry I don’t really know how to make a virgin feel good and make it less painful. You have to tell me if something doesn’t feel right, okay?”

Tatsuki just nodded. She felt his hand let go of her ribcage and gently trail up to her face, guiding her to look him directly into his eyes. Just as their faces got closer, she turned her head away.

“Ichigo... I’m sorry... but could it be possible... that we not kiss? I mean on the lips...”

She felt the soft sigh more than she heard it. Soft lips nestled themselves into the sensitive temple, murmuring something like ‘too bad...’ before trailing down gently along her face. Tatsuki enjoyed those soft endearing touches and turned around so as to face him. His lips found their way on her forehead and cheekbones, even the eyelids weren’t spared. His grip around her grew stronger and pressed her against his chest, yearning for more contact. His hands wandered around on her back, trailing patterns over her skin. Just as he slipped some fingers beneath her top she murmured into his shoulder:

“How about we take a shower first?”

Ichigo nodded and they danced a drunken tango with some samba moves through the room to the adjacent small but clean bathroom. They let go of each other and just as Ichigo wanted to take off her shirt, she wanted to do same which lead to some limb confusion. They stopped, grinning awkwardly at each other before Ichigo proposed:

“Let’s make a game. We do Janken Pon and the winner can choose something that the other has to take off.”

“Ok.”

Ichigo lost the first round and was forced to take off his shirt, showing the clearly defined abs. With a slightly hesitant hand the raven girl trailed over this torso with the few scars, leftovers from battles she hadn’t seen. He laid his hand over hers as she stopped over his heart, feeling his heartbeat under her fingers before he picked them away, challenging her for the next round. This time Ichigo won and his choice was the black thank-top.

“Why so complicated?”, Tatsuki grumbled as she finally had it out of her fish-net.

The orange haired teen grinned and said something about the way things were wrapped up was also something fun just before tracing the pattern of the black and white lacy bra. He had never known that she would be the type to wear such lacy stuff but her challenge interrupted him. He won again and asked her to take off the skirt. A matching slip appeared under the reluctantly moving fabric and Ichigo earned himself a little whack when he said mockingly:

“No string? I’m disappointed...”

He lost the next game and his trousers were gone, leaving him in his boxer shorts – though he would have never admitted to her that these were his best and favourite pair. In gothic letters the words ‘dream’ were written on the blue glossy fabric of the left tight, decorated by silver and light blue lines and stains and little skulls. Tatsuki tugged lightly at those boxers and mocked him back:

“I didn’t know YOU liked flashy underwear...”

Ichigo smirked and hooked a finger beneath her bra while she did the same with the seam of his boxers. Like two opponents in a deadly match they stared at each other’s eyes, raising their fists to play the next ground. A quick glance to the side confirmed Ichigo’s victory and Tatsuki wanted to take a step back, but the finger under her bra prevented her from doing so. Her opponent slowly dragged his fingers around her body under the bra, while the other arm reached from the other side and easily unhooked it. As Tatsuki pulled out the restricting underwear, she asked playfully:

“Where is the myth that men cannot open bra’s? Are you the exception?”

Ichigo snatched her bra away and played with the little hooks on the back, twisting them with one hand.

“It’s not that hard if you try to feel it correctly.”

Tatsuki had held an arm over her bare breasts under her fish-net shirt since they had been bare. Ichigo wanted to tuck her arm away but she beckoned him ‘no’ with her index.

“You could play with the wrapping, the content is for later.”

They looked at each other and played the next round which Ichigo won again. Her fish-net gone and the arm still clutched she looked at him and asked:

“And now what?”

“The winner can decide whose underwear is taken off by whom and in which order.”

“Fine by me...”

One last staring contest before the fists went down and Tatsuki won. Ichigo looked at her with an amused smile before asking:

“Now how would you like it?”

“You take yours off and then take mine off.”

“Aye.”

Ichigo mimicked a very formal bow and slid down his boxers. Tatsuki could not help it but stare at the member between his legs, that darker piece of flesh. She didn’t know if Ichigo was especially long or if he was small compared to other men but the proportions somehow fitted him quite well. Not really paying attention to her surroundings she suddenly felt a light tuck at her arm and looked up with a bright blush on her face to her best male friend’s face. Reluctantly she gave him free sight on her breasts and looked into another direction.

“I’m sorry they’re so small.”

Ichigo gently cupped one, rising her heartbeat in a second, and soothed her:

“They’re perfect as they are.”

He sank down on one knee and trailed his fingers over her hips and upper tights before slowly sliding down the lacy clothing, revealing a meticulously shaved landing strip of curly black hair. He sucked gently at the spot where the tummy connected to her intimate area, drawing a surprised gasp from her as the panties fell down to the ground. Ichigo rose to his feet and closed his arms around the small frame, guiding her gently towards the shower cubicle. They found some nameless shower gel and turned on the hot water. It trickled down their naked bodies and slicked their skin. Tatsuki didn’t know where to put her hands and rested them shyly on his back, while he let his hands disperse the shower gel freely over her back while they leaned against each other.

Ichigo noticed the obvious inhibition of his friend and took her hands into his own. After pouring some of the gel into her extended hands between them he pressed her hands against his chest and let go of her hands. Tatsuki watched her fingers intently as she began foaming up the substance, trailing her fingers over the skin of her friend. She traced his shoulders, mapped his abs while he picked up his work, now starting with her front.

It was a weird feeling to have foreign hands at place that were usually so innocent and yet now felt so tingling and energised. She had never known that hands that trailed over her collar bones could feel so good and when Ichigo cupped both of her breasts she moaned softly. Her nipples hardened under his caring touch. The skin felt much more sensitive than ever before. She was unsure of what to do now, she had reached the end of what could still be called ‘safe parts’ and hesitated to go further down.

Suddenly her hand was enclosed by his and he guided he down to his length that had gained something like a quarter-hardness. Tatsuki was torn between the fear of hurting him in his most sensitive part and touching a man’s dick for the first time. She gave it a light caress of her fingers and was relieved to see Ichigo not flinch. Wrapping her fingers around it Tatsuki glided up and down. She smiled as she saw Ichigo close his eyes, his breathing slightly heavier and faster. It was a new and strange feeling to touch someone’s dick. The skin had a slightly leathery feeling and yet it felt more untouched than any other part of him. It hardened a bit beneath her fingers, surprising her a bit.

The falling water had washed off all foam and Ichigo decided to end this shower session. He turned off the water and reached for two towels. They dried each other off, thankful for the shortness of their hair that sped up the whole process. Looking at each other in an awkward moment of hesitation, not sure how to proceed on this new field of experience. Ichigo got an idea and lifted her up in bridal style. She protested at first, making them both almost stumble but then she resigned.

He carried her into the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed so that she bounced up a bit, giggling like a kid on a trampoline. Expectantly laying down on her side, she followed her best friend with her eyes as he walked to the drawer. Seeing his muscles flex and contract beneath his skin as he crouched down, foraging for something in the drawers, she was astonished at how unashamed she felt, being stark naked in the presence of someone else who was equally in the raw. It was more like something natural and positive than terribly weird and wrong when one looked at it in a more distant manner.

Ichigo had found what he had searched for and returned to the bed, wondering slightly where his shame and restraint had wandered off. Tatsuki scooted a bit away, making some room for him as he lay down next to her. For a second they just stared at each other, laying on their sides, before Ichigo reached out and traced her outline with his fingers, starting from her shoulder and resting on her upper tight. She mimicked him and mapped his face with her fingers. Guilty that she denied him of kissing, something she judged as rather important combined with love, she traced his lips and shivered lightly at the sight of Ichigo closing his eyes and kissing her finger tips softly. Through his now half-lidded eyes she could see the determination and manliness she had always ignored. The innocent images of a little cry-baby and the normal classmate were superposed with the raw and burning gaze of a grown man while the bed sheet rustled softly as he pushed her on her back, towering over her.

He began kissing and sucking at her neck, slowly making his way from the jaw line down and lingered for a moment in that soft spot between her collarbones. While one of his arms was occupied with keeping his balance, the other hand trailed with an alluring pressure over her belly, inner and outer tights, without ever coming too close to her intimate area. He continued with these irregular patterns while his mouth had reached her breasts. His lips massaged her nipples softly as he sucked on them like a little child while his free hand enclosed the other in his big palms. Passing her erect nipple in the space between his fingers he drew soft gasps from her as he massaged her whole breast. He could hear the faint sigh of regret when he stopped sucking on her but he countered it by making his way down slowly to her navel in which he dipped his tongue with pleasure.

Tatsuki didn’t know where to keep her thoughts. Ichigo’s touch felt so wonderful that she wished that he never stopped. She laughed a bit when he twirled his tongue around in her tummy and tickled her a bit. Suddenly she felt one of his hands slowly trailing down, this time tracing the outline of her outer lips down and up again while his mouth travelled further south until it had jumped over her landing strip and placed a kiss at the beginning of her slit. She shivered intensely from the anticipation of what would happen next and angled her knees a bit more, supported by her tights by Ichigo’s big hands, before moaning loudly as he licked her slit in one go. It felt weird and yet so much better than when she masturbated to feel something hot and wet against her core. He licked in again and swirled his tongue around her clit, sending lightings of pleasure behind her closed eyes.

The raven girl beneath him was panting hard and Ichigo knew that he was doing the right thing. He continued licking and sucking at her slit and clit, supporting her shivering legs with his hands. When he glanced once upwards he could see his childhood friend rubbing her breast. The pride he had as a man swelled up and made him redouble his efforts, sucking at her clit and introducing a first finger into her. Her body arched as he hooked his finger inside of her, hitting her g-spot dead on. The moans that had been held a bit down before were now escaping her lips freely. The sound of it and the smell of her body getting wetter and sweatier by the second hardened him now fully and he decided that it was time to end it.

He continued with one hand to pleasure her, two fingers inside of her and his thumbs playing with her clit, grabbed the condom he had gotten out of the drawer before and ripped it open with one hand and his teeth. Spitting the little part to the side he left her for a second to quickly put it on. Then he positioned himself over her, thankful for all the strength he had in his arms to support himself and murmured into her ear:

“I’m coming in, ‘kay?”

Tatsuki just nodded and threw her arms around him while he guided himself with one hand to her entrance. With one fast thrust he sheathed himself inside her tight and hot flesh, feeling something being torn apart by him. She arched her back so much at the sudden entrance that he worried that she was going to hurt herself and her eyes flew open, a long pained moan escaping from her open mouth. Two tears glittered at the corner of her eyes and Ichigo forced himself to stay still to let her get used to him while he kissed every piece of flesh he could reach, tasting her tears.

“You ok?”, he murmured into her ear, holding her as close and as safely as he could.

With slightly trembling lips and the shimmer of new tears glittering in her half-opened eyes she answered after a few seconds:

“Yeah...”

Ichigo took this as an ok for him to move and slowly pulled out before moving back in the sheath of flesh. He sped up softly while continuing to kiss, lick and suck at every piece of her he could reach with the exception of her lips. Her moans sang from pain that slowly became pleasure as he gave up a bit of his balance to help her pleasure out by playing with her clit. Soon he felt her walls become incredibly tight and twitching uncontrollably around his length, her body arching once more and a loud moan escape her lips as she became completely undone beneath him. He continued thrusting into her pliant body, his own completion come closer and closer, and completely unaware how she observed him from her half lidded, lust hazed eyes as he threw his head back and moaned, emptying himself inside of her.

She had never thought that Ichigo could look this free. The moment of his release, his head thrown back with the closed eyes, the lustful moan falling from his lips and the energy he gave off were sides of him she had never seen before and she suddenly thought of him as beautiful. Then the magic moment was over. Her body felt heavy and exhausted while an unknown pain radiated from her lower body. Ichigo was still towering over her, now supporting himself on his hands placed next to her chest and his head hanging, the breath fast and heavy. Something slipped out of her and Tatsuki felt somewhat empty but was way too tired to really think about it. Her orange haired childhood friend sat on the edge of the bed and threw something away before laying down next to her and enclosing her in his arms.

“You okay?”, he asked after a while.

“Hmmmm...”, Tatsuki just hummed her ‘yes’.

Again they stayed silent for a little while, just listening to their heartbeats slowing down. The sun had almost set and a light chill came from the window that was a crack open. Tatsuki shivered and snuggled up closer to Ichigo who radiated heat as always. He held her a bit closer for a while but then pulled a cover over her before standing up to close the window. She sat up, holding the bed sheet before her chest and watched him go into the bathroom and get their clothes. When he came back, he already wore his boxers and laid down their stuff on a little pedestal next to the bed. Pulling her close and in his embrace he sat down again, holding her in an almost uncomfortably tight grip.

“Hey, you’re holding me too tightly!”, she protested.

“Sorry...”, he murmured but his grip did only lessen a little bit.

“What’s up with you?”, Tatsuki was confused.

“... even a big clutz like me can see that there’s something wrong with you! Tatsuki... you know that you’re a precious friend to me and you can trust me... so what’s going on?”

Tatsuki managed to slip out of his grip and laid down back on the bed, her back facing towards her friend. Ichigo reached out for her but the second he would have touched her, she said:

“I’m in love. With someone else.”

Ichigo’s hand froze in midair before slowly pulling back. His tomboy raven childhood friend continued with a tired voice:

“I’ve fallen for someone I met at a karate tournament. He’s three years older and we’ve begun dating a month ago. But once I overheard him and a friend and they were talking about what type of girls they liked. I wanted to know if he really liked me so I stayed. And then... he said that he didn’t like virgins. At first I thought that he would change his mind since he was with me but every time we talked about sex, he acted as if it was normal that I wasn’t a virgin anymore. And next Saturday he said that he wanted to go on a ‘real date’... to him this means that at the end we go to a love hotel and have sex. I just couldn’t tell him that I was still a virgin so I thought... that if I had sex with someone beforehand he wouldn’t notice and would stay with me...”

Her voice faded out with a soft tune of bitterness. Ichigo couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Now her request not to kiss her on her lips made a bit sense but still? The whole situation was fucked up. And fucked up really badly. He looked at the small and lonely figure of his best female friend on the bed, the white bed sheet moulding her curves perfectly. In the spur of the moment he laid down next to her and once again held her close. Somewhere over her tummy his hand met hers and he intertwined their fingers. If Tatsuki was surprised she didn’t show it.

As softly as he could, he placed a kiss on her neck.

“I’m sorry Ichigo... I’m sorry...”, she whispered with a voice that showed her hidden tears.

“It’s ok Tatsuki... You know I’d give everything to help you... even my first time...”

Tatsuki turned around brusquely and sat up, forcing him to do the same, and stared at him with big eyes.

“What do you mean ‘first time’??? Was this your first time? But I thought that you and Orihime-chan...”

Ichigo shook his head with a sad expression.

“Sad experiences always came to our mind and ruined the mood... Orihime and I just had too many common sad experiences that a normal relation was impossible... So we stopped it... before it hurt us too much.”

“But you were so expert at everything we did...”

“We only came this far... we never got to make it through.”

“I’m sorry... I didn’t know... she just told me that it hadn’t worked out...”

“It’s alright... I’m glad I could help you... though... I shouldn’t have slept with you... I should have gone and beaten that guy for being so stupid.”

Tatsuki smiled a bit when she saw him come back to his old self, the guy who had this insane urge to protect everybody. Just when he turned from his imaginary punching of her boyfriend she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

“This is the only one you’ll get... as a present.”


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ooooookay... Epilogue following... with almost cheesy romance... but did I ever mention that I LOVE reviews? ;)