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IshiHime Quickies	By : debbiechan Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 6840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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IshiHime Quickies

by debbiechan

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach; Kubo Tite created it and the characters of Ishida and Orihime. I merely write down what happens when Ishida and Orihime have sex.
These are drabbles written for the LJ community Bleach_quickies. The week’s character was Ishida and the prompts were towel, job, pants, shop, and cross. IshiHime purist that I am (don’t look at me like that! I only slut out filler!Ishida or AU!Ishida), I paired him with Orihime for all the prompts.

1. IshiHime + cross

His warm breath would pant between her thighs. Then that sweet, long tongue would touch her. One lick up, one lick across.
This ritual inaugurated their every session of mutual oral sex, but Orihime didn’t realize this until some weeks into their relationship.
He licks a Quincy cross on me! It’s like marking his territory or something! I should do something too…. Something Shun Shun Rikka-ish.

She decided to go with six kisses. Her lips would brush the crevice between thigh and groin, land in full pouts against his shaft, finish with her mouth opening over the tip.
He seemed to appreciate the symmetry.
At first, their lovemaking was predictable like that. Never haphazard. As if they were assigned to one another. Cautious, reverent. As if they were learning to ink first signatures in parchment.
Passion roared later, much later. When 69 was no longer a novelty but grinding against one another, trying to resist "real sex," was. When he broke into her and couldn’t hold back. When she sobbed from the pain and joy and allowed her fingers to yank his hair.
Neither would ever know another lover, so every embrace became a variation on the theme of I know you too well.

They learned to change because love required change.
The Quincy cross and Shun Shun Rika kisses, though, remained sacrament.

2. IshiHime + job

Orihime and her new boyfriend were wandering the first floor of a popular bookstore when he hiked up her skirt and pressed her against rows of shiny cookbooks.
"I’m here a lot," Ishida whispered, presenting his case. "No one will be near this aisle for a while."
"Are we going to be making out or--" Orihime squeaked as Ishida’s fingers slipped past her panties. "Oooh! Hand job!"
"We wouldn’t get kicked out of the store, I think, for just making out."
She smiled at him. "You don’t have to prove--"
"I love your face when you’re coming," he said. "Your face and books. Two of my favorite--" He kissed her mouth.
Orihime knew why this was happening. Last week she had let slip something Tatsuki said: No matter how much he wants to make out with you every second of his life, he’s just not the type to risk getting thrown out of his favorite bookstore. Tatsuki had also said she figured Ishida for the type to give a good hand job (something about big knuckles and his sewing proficiency) but Orihime hadn’t passed along that part. She had merely suggested to Uryuu that a hand job in some public place where they would never want to return might be … fun.
Orihime didn’t know why it was called a hand job. It didn’t seem like he was working. More like he was pleasuring his own disposition as he swept fingertips against her. He clutched her vulva in a light fist and made a little sighing sound.
His blue eyes looked watery; his nostrils flared.
"What if I make noise?" she breathed.
He covered her mouth with his, and there was only muffled moaning after that.
When she came, she smacked the back of her head against the shelf.
He dropped her leg to cradle her head. "Oh sorry, bad idea. I thought it might be exciting. Are you okay?"
It was too risky to drop to her knees and do what she want to, so instead she took his hand and led him, laughing, panting clouds into the winter air, across the street, into an alleyway.
"You don’t have to prove anything to me, Uryuu." A zipper unzipped loudly. "I know you love me more than your favorite bookstore. I love you more than…."
As her mouth closed over the warm tip of his cock, she knew she didn’t have to speak the words. Kurosaki-kun had been a girlhood crush. This was the true rush of first love.

3. IshiHime + towel

Ishida rolls over a wet clump of something in the bed and realizes it’s a bath towel. Life with Orihime means unexpected messes. He finds her hairs sticking everywhere--the pillowcase, his teeth, places that make him itch.
Orihime forgets what a laundry hamper is, leaves condiment jars open.
She’s asleep now, lips parted, a web of drool at one corner of her mouth. There was so much sex last night, and she is going to oversleep and be late for work.
He thinks he should let her oversleep.
He finds himself with his mouth between her legs.
Life with Hime is like having dessert for breakfast. As she stirs, his mouth fills with a new taste. Her knees press his ears, but he can still hear "Uryuu!" and a coo of delight.
She has seeped through his fear of losing control. Every night he loses control, and yet--he always settles back into himself. The way the towels are washed, folded, put away.
"I love you," he murmurs, not moving his lips away from her wetness so the words are clear. "I love you" against the way life used to be. "I love you" devouring the early morning.

4. IshiHime + shop

It wasn’t that the proprietor of Sunflower Seams didn’t trust Ishida-kun. He wanted to stop by the shop to offer the boy sweets.
Ishida-kun was taking inventory today. The proprietor had given him the summer job, not because Ishida-kun was an able salesman (he often talked hobbyists out of buying the latest trends in crafts materials). The proprietor was just very fond of the boy.
The lights were off, as usual on inventory day, and the sign read "Closed." The proprietor assumed his employee was in the back room, counting buttons (a miserable task that required rescue by puff cakes), and as he pulled out his key, a thump-thump-thump caught his attention.
He peered through the front door window.
There was Ishida-kun, trousers to his knees, head butting the quilting supply counter, as a very pretty and absolutely naked girl pounded her hips against his on the floor. The proprietor’s first instinct was to shout--evil hussy, what are you doing to my poor employee? But then he noticed that the boy’s hands were fingering the girl’s nipples with such delicate reverence. The girl’s hands were combing through the boy’s hair.
The proprietor recognized the girl. The ginger-haired one who had bought his last ream of Optimus Prime print flannel.
The proprietor turned around and walked, eating a puff-cake, into a cloudy afternoon. He had been sure Ishida-kun didn’t like girls. He had hoped that Ishida-kun would like him.

Ah well. May they breed me many customers.

5. IshiHime + pants

He wakes up with his face on her nude chest. The nipple closest to his eye is flat and round, encircled by pink rawness where he sucked on her last night. He touches the breast and worries about hurting her. Sex is new. Passion is new.
Her hand rises to cover his. "I know it looks like it hurts, but it doesn’t." She pushes his hand against her full breast. "I can’t get enough."
Neither can he. He rolls over, opens his mouth over one breast, clasps the other with tense fingers.
She pants into his hair.
He suckles as if he could pull her soul from her. "Don’t stop, Uryuu." His lips gnaw the sore spot. He keeps tonguing, tugging….
Until her chest is heaving and her belly rises, bumping his throat.
He lets go only to breathe. Two heavy exhalations, and then she is kissing him. Her teeth scrape his tongue. Her hand is pressing the base of his skull, smashing his face into hers.
There is not enough oxygen in the universe to sustain them. It hurts to love like this. He knows she wasn’t honest about the poor raw nipple, but she doesn’t want him to be gentle, does she?
He has never not held back before, not ever. When he enters her, he strains against his chivalrous inclinations, bites her hair, wants more than he’s ever wanted before.
She’s rigid as he knocks against her with all his Quincy strength, and for the first time, she screams coming. Screams like a crazy person.
The noise hurts his ears. He bites her shoulder, and finishes with blood in his mouth.
Remembering the moment will have them both blushing like virgins hours later. Orihime will wear a bandage on her shoulder, not because she needs to but because she likes the look.

Thankies to Finnigan "Hawkeye" Geist, my wonderful beta. She’s mine and you can’t have her!
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