A/N: So I took the advice of a few people and edited my A/N's at the beginning of ch1 so that there's nothing to offend fans of this pairing, although the damage has been done already but the changes are for future readers. It's a good point you guys made and the only reason I didn't do it sooner (before 5/6 people mentioned that I should) was because I wasn't getting time to come online. I really don't want to turn people off from wanting to read the fic since it was written for fans of the pairing in the first place.
And as someone very intelligently pointed out (and I am glad that you made the deduction) Orihime is specifically written this way to fit what happens in the fic, no matter how OOC she appears to be. So you guys don't have to keep pointing out how ooc she is. I already know that since I wrote her that way on purpose. I would recommend for those of you that didn't, to go read my Author's Corner section. Yes it's long but there's a point to me putting it up as part of this in the first place: so I wouldn't have to repeat myself like I'm doing now!
And really, I meant no offense to anyone. I got like 4 flames I believe. Lol, I found it so funny how offended some people got just because I said I didn't like Orihime etc. HELLO (1) she's not a real person and (2) you don't see me cursing people and telling to them to go die when they say that IchiRuki sucks or they hate Rukia etc. Grow up would ya?
Here's the final chapter for all those who truly appreciated the story thus far (the mature ones in the bunch lol).
Thanks to: Kohryu, xXsnowfeltXx, fanatic, smartguy876, Crystal Dawn, Cheeky-Mouse333, Helpless Days, Forlong, Polemical_but_right, Sarrina-Wolf-Chick (special love to her for being a newbie and mine was the first bleach fic she ever read *blushes*), Ndi (my first EVER flamer in my fanfiction writing history!), .Erebus, cakeesuki, Tiachan18, Biggest Hinata Fan Ever, Dijah (flamer), F * * * (flamer), Chichigokuchan, Dark Pawn, Beautiful Nightmare07, and Kalina08. Told ya I really pissed off some people XD but I took it in stride man!
Orihime could feel her confidence beginning to waiver. One arm crossed over her chest and held on to the side of her shoulder. It was a habit she had whenever she was nervous.
Damn it...I have to do something...but what do I do...
Her eyelids lowered over her eyes, the long lashes obscuring her vision.
Finally he spoke.
"Inoue..." he murmured softly.
Bathroom Floors and Hot Water
She raised her eyes to his reluctantly and watched in what seemed to her to be very slow motion as his fingers took hold of the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it all the way up and over his head. That burning in his eyes was blazing now as he gazed at her, t-shirt lost on the floor somewhere, one hand reaching out for her. Now he was tender again and she felt a new sensation rising from the depths of her stomach as he beckoned to her. She took a step forward and put her hand in his. He drew her close and made her look him directly in the eyes.
"Don't ever look anywhere else but at me when you're with me," he said and brought her lips to his, gently again like the first time, tentative almost.
He broke away to place butterfly kisses on her eyelids and then the corner of her mouth, licking her lips as if tasting fruit.
"When you're with me..." he kissed the other corner of her lips, "...you're mine..." strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her naked form flush against a firm bare chest, her hands on his shoulders, "...and you'll look only at me..."
She stretched out a hand to rest on the smooth plane of his chest, nails tracing a line from its center to the sink of his abdomen. She saw muscle twitch just above the waist of his jeans. They drew even closer, though she didn't know how that was possible.
"...never at the floor..."
Ichigo wasn't sure how this was happening. He'd never imagined that he would ever be like this with anyone, least of all Inoue. Well maybe he had thought about it, but it had never been her in his arms any of those times.
They just held on to each other as if for reassurance that this was real, that they were both there together. He felt her heart pounding against his chest. He didn't know what to say. He didn't think words were necessary that the moment. Neither did she.
She moved first, planting kisses along his collarbone, up his neck to the underside of his jaw, all the while her taut nipple grazing a burning line over his skin. His lower region throbbed in reply. She found his lips and dragged her tongue over them before coming back down to kiss him, and when she did, her tongue pushed itself in, wrapping around his and drawing it into her own mouth. She sucked down on it, eliciting a few more jerks from his lower half.
His palms travelled the length of her back to the tempting curves of her firm round ass, molding and massaging the soft, supple flesh with his fingers, making her quiver in pleasure.
"Touch me...please...Kurosaki-kun..." she murmured in a hazy sounding voice.
His touch was making her insane and she needed more of him on more of her. the orange-haired boy's hands moved around to her front, up her stomach, until he found her left breast and closed his warm palm over it. She shuddered as he began to knead and caress the large mounds, his thumbs flickering over the pink upright nubs, rubbing and pinching them alternately. She hissed in shallow breaths as spasms of sheer pleasure stole through her body, causing her to arch up against him, exposing her body more fully to him. He could feel himself growing larger as he touched her.
"Yes, please, that's it, more..." she panted out in a breathless voice, nails clenching into his biceps. She moaned loudly as he repeated his actions on her other breast, hips thrusting into his of their own volition.
"...more..." she whispered again, something welling up inside her, coiling tightly like a spring waiting to be released, "...taste me..."
And he did.
He lowered his head over her chest and closed a pair of scorching lips down on her waiting breast. The younger teen groaned out in lust-induced anguish as he suckled her breasts like a child craving nourishment from its mother. His tongue flicking over her candy nipples, swirling around the tips, teeth biting down and then licking just as quickly to soothe. Her chest was heaving, she was desperate for breath but still she clutched his head to her, keeping him in place as he made her lose the power to keep standing.
"Kuro-" she couldn't even get his name out as he kissed the valley between her breasts, and then trailed softer, more gentle kisses around the curves of them.
Orihime could not stand the loss of him any longer and pulled his head back up to hers to drink of his lips again. Her fingers found the zipper on his jeans, pulled it down and took hold of him, stroking and squeezing at the same time. Her nails scraped the underside of his sacs making him throb and twitch in her hand. As he hand caressed him intimately she could feel beads of his fluid coming from the tip. This in turn, caused a new heat to start pooling between her legs. She needed to touch him, to feel him on her and took him out, grinding her wet core all over his bared member.
Ichigo bit back a loud groan. He would explode if she kept that up. It was like there was this huge pressure building on his lower parts and if he didn't stop her he was going to have great difficulty containing himself.
"Inoue...wait..." he murmured into her mouth, stilling her hands.
Her entire body halted and she blinked in confusion.
"Not like this," he explained, taking her hand in his and leading het to the nearest shower stall.
Walking was slightly uncomfortable when you had a huge hard-on to contend with and maneuver out of the way. He turned on the hot water. It streamed down on him full blast, drenching him completely. Yeah, he'd better mix it so it wouldn't' be too hot for her either. Turning around he beckoned to her and drew her into his arms as she came nearer. It was a different sensation this time, hid body against hers with the water running over them both. The feeling was new but definitely pleasurable. Even her skin felt differently under the water. Like her skin was his skin, so closely fitted together were they. And Ichigo felt a sudden desire to be extremely gentle and tender with her now.
He initiated the kiss, caressing her back and shoulders with all the care of a long time lover. She could tell this kiss was different to any other he'd given her before. Her arms found themselves around his neck, her own lips responding just as lovingly to his. She found herself against the wall with him in front of her, water sliding through his hair, down his face and neck to trickle onto her own skin as he lowered his head to kiss the side of her neck and then lower still to her shoulders. The slow hazing pace was setting her aflame anew and it was driving her crazy how tender he was being. Then strong muscled arms wrapped tightly around her waist and hip and lifted her slightly. The nudging of his arm against her leg clued her in and she wrapped her legs around his waist in response. This brought her in direct contact with him and oh boy could she feel all the fully hardened inches of him under her.
If his eyes had been open he would have seen her flush the deepest shade of red her blood could go.
Then he began rubbing himself against her slowly, all the while still maintaining their fevered lip lock. She was sure she looked like a fiery tomato and ten kinds of red as she really felt him for the first time. It filled her with an unnameable sensation. But she knew he wouldn't take her standing up like this. First times were first times, and first times always hurt. And to have your first time while standing up, even she knew that would hurt even more. But he was Ichigo and he would never hurt her. She knew that.
"Inoue..." he whispered, his tongue dancing with hers, and he pushed her up against the wall even further until his lips could comfortably reach her beckoning breasts. And god help him, he was a breast man. And she had more than enough to keep him happy and occupied and then some.
She held on to his shoulders and his wet mouth descended upon her slick nipple. The pounding of a million tiny water droplets on her naked breasts coupled with the heat of his mouth on them made her glad that he was holding her up. She felt light headed and weak with desire. He sucked down the first nipple, nipping the upright bud with his teeth. The girl wrapped around him hissed loudly as he tortured her with his mouth, his tongue, his lips and his teeth. She would be a shaking mass of jelly when he was done with her.
Slender fingers held his head in place over her breasts, urging him on with her moans and cries of pleasure. The hand that wasn't holding her up slid to her thigh to touch her in the place that he would soon be making her scream the most. She shuddered against him as his fingers simply stroked and caressed her womanhood but never entered. He parted her folds and stroked and stroke until she thought she might pass out but he never went in. She whimpered in protest when his hand left her center soaking wet and weeping for him to return.
His chuckled against her neck and pressed a light kiss to its hollow before slowly lowering them both to the ground. Her legs were still around him with one of his hands now making slow circles on her wet flesh and the other still holding her. Bit by bit his hand moved up and up to the inside of her thigh as he deepened their kiss and then finally he touched her there.
Inoue trembled under the weight of every sensation he was making her feel.
It was only on the outside at first, like he had done moments ago. He moved so slowly, taking his time, making her shiver in bliss as he intensified his strokes, fingers tracing the line of her folds. Even here she was as smooth as the rest of her body. He rubbed his thumb over that little pink nub of sensitive flesh and watched as it elicited the most delicious moan he had ever heard from her lips. She arched up into him like a cat as he massaged her womanhood like he had done her breasts and it was enough to make her break away from his mouth and release a small cry.
She had to do something; it was like slowly burning to death from the inside out. Everywhere was sensitive and she had to release what she was feeling somehow.
His fingers were long and slim, creating a wonderful feeling within her body. His other hand was on her breast again; like killing two birds with one stone. Her mind was in a whirl. She buried her face in the crook of his neck when she felt him rimming her and tensed herself for what was going to come. She knew enough to know that it would be a little unpleasant at first.
The first finger entered her and she bit down on her lower lip. He moved the wet hair away from her neck and planted scorching languid kisses along there to help distract her, pulling out slightly before plunging a second in with the first. This time she whimpered in discomfort. He whispered soothingly into her hair as he thrust them within her again, moving rapidly so as not to give her time to feel any pain.
"Try to relax and it won't feel so uncomfortable," he told her, hooking her other leg a bit more securely around his waist, "I won't hurt you Inoue," working them faster now, scissoring around inside her, three strong now instead of just two.
But she could not respond. She had no voice to respond. He took it away from her with every movement of his hand. That coil was being wound tighter and tighter in her stomach. Every nerve in her body it seemed was wired to fire off at his touch. She was shaking, she was sweating, even with the water, and her head was spinning. She couldn't relax damn it. He was making her feel everything all at once. The crescent marks along his shoulder and arm from her nails was proof enough. And every now and again, with each thrust of his hand, his length thrust against her core a little, hitting her hard enough to make her knees shake.
She was crying and shaking and moaning and moving against his hand to relieve the tension amassing in her small frame, and Ichigo was fighting with everything he had not to lose himself and take her right there and then. He couldn't take the strain. It felt like his entire body was on the verge of combusting. And she was the fuel to the fire threatening to consume him.
The white hot heat built and built until she could keep it in no longer and Orihime screamed out loudly, her orgasm taking her over the edge into a sweet delirium and exhaustion. Her head lolled back against the wall as she slumped down in his arms. Her heart was pounding like a sledgehammer against his chest and they were both heaving, breaths coming in pants and gulps. If that was just the beginning, what would happen to her when they really got into to? It was like she had lost all control over herself and her body, only sensation ruled. And the feelings were far too intense to keep bottled in and so she cried.
Ichigo held the weeping girl in his arms, cradling her sweaty and spent body against his. He was worn a little but far from tired. He was waiting. Just waiting, but for how much longer he could hold out he didn't know. He knew it was about her right now, even though it was both their firsts. And the pounding water didn't help any either. It only served to arouse him more and for the time being he would grit his teeth and bear the ache. He would get his release soon enough, deep inside the warm depths of her body, and then, then they would see just how much it would take to sate him completely. He would go until he was too used to move and she was screaming for him to stop. But she wouldn't want him to stop, he knew that, and he wouldn't stop.
She opened her eyes after a few moments to look at him. His eyes were ablaze, dancing liquid pools of amber fire and his breathing hadn't calmed down any. In fact it seemed his had sped up even more, coming out like harsh pants now. She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles one by one before wrapping both legs tightly around him yet again. Golden eyes widened slightly in question and she nodded wordlessly her consent, lacing her fingers with his.
Orihime didn't trust herself to speak at this point. There was no room for retreat. She loved him. This was what she wanted, what they both wanted. And that was reason enough.
Ichigo kissed her fervently, pouring as much reassurance as he could into their kiss. It would hurt her. They both knew it. But there was pleasure after pain, and he would be the one to give her that pleasure. A pleasure that no one else after him would ever be able to provide.
He adjusted her legs around him, positioning himself at her entrance. The look he gave her just before made her heart stop and then speed up madly.
"Thank you...Orihime..." he whispered before sliding himself in.
That's the end! (Screams with laughter)
Bet they wanna kill me now don't they? Oh yes they do! (nods to self)
But you can't, you c-a-a-n-n-t-t (taunts in song-song voice)
If you were disappointed with the ending let me know. I might be able to rustle up another chapter to walk everyone through the sticky, sweaty, noisy details lol. Though I think I ended it appropriately, and well my brain really couldn't process anything else after all the foreplay and build up. I think it still can't fathom the idea of sex between these two although it is super easy to write. But if you guys want it, you're gonna have to ask and then I'll try my best to provide.
I really need to learn to shut up and not write so much at the end, who wants to hear me talk, really? (grin) LATERS!!!