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Measurements	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ishida/Orihime Views: 3808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does as does Shonen Jump. I make no money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Measurements
- 2-Flashback and bus ride
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After school at Karakura High, the various clubs met in the now vacant classrooms. Within one such place the Handicrafts club convened. However today their numbers were greatly diminished due to its members having other commitments. This left the roster down to two members; its president Uryuu and secretary Orihime. For the past 2 years they had grown the club, but sometimes other clubs competed for their other members attention.
Still true to their enthusiasm the two undertook a project. Bolts of fabric were neatly rolled up along with notions in containers they had gotten out of the supply closet. Various bobbins of thread tumbled around the basket that tipped over. Orihime bent down to help Uryuu pick them up. “Ooops, sorry…” she murmured.
“My fault for not properly closing the basket,” Uryuu said as he pushed up his glasses and his hands brushed past hers picking up a spool of red.
“So what exactly is this project?” asked Orihime.
She helped Uryuu pull out the tissue paper patterns and refold them and sort them. He showed her a sketch he’d made. The long legged androgynous figure sported a loose but comfortable skirt with a formfitting bodice. Ruffles and laces in strategic places hugged the body yet allowed for freedom of movement.
“That looks really neat,” Orihime murmured.
Unfurling the tape measure Uryuu then held it out tentatively. “I hate using these things but I don’t want to be unsure of the dimensions this time?”
“Dimensions of what?” she asked as he held it at hip level.
“I had thought you’d enjoy having an outfit for when you go out on patrol with the others,” Uryuu confessed, hesitating inches from measuring her.
“Oh… that’s sweet of you,” Orihime murmured, stepping closer to him. He took a slight step back but wrapped the tape around her hips in front and checked the centimeters. She could not feel the brush of his fingers. Just why was he putting distance between them when she assumed that the distance was meaningless weeks before?
She held up her arms as he wrapped the measure around her waist. He then hesitated as he brushed his fingers past her arm in an effort to hold the two ends around her breast. Then he coughed. “Perhaps you should hold this,” he muttered, not bringing the ends together to meet in the center.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind, you’re the tailor,” she said pulling his hands together. She then realized she had pushed them onto her bust. The resulting flush of pink on his cheeks and the scramble to let go worried her.
“I… Inoue san… that may be the case but…” he murmured.
“You think they’re too big like everyone else does,” she asked. Her question caused him to almost drop the measuring tape entirely.
“That’s not what I meant at all, Inoue san…”
“Then why are you always taking a step back from me?” she asked, advancing towards him.
“I don’t wish you to think I’m taking advantage of you,” Uryuu murmured, breathing deeply. His lips parted, showing his teeth. Orihime could envision what those lips would feel like close to her ear whispering because she had already felt them in Soul Society.
Within the enclosed space between her lungs her heart hammered faster. She could feel it ready to burst out of her chest standing there in front of him, wanting to express what words were buzzing through her mind. So she took his hand and squeezed it, swallowing the lump forming in her throat.
“What if I want you to take advantage…?”
Behind his glasses his exotic blue eyes widened. “Pardon?”
Voice barely in a whisper Orihime stepped closer into his personal space and held up the tape measure. “I mean what if I wanted you to take advantage of me, and I said I didn’t mind, and I’ve wished you did for a long time?” she babbled.
“I… Inoue san…” murmured Uryuu. “I’m not quite sure of what you’re saying…”
“I mean… well… you can go ahead and measure and I won’t mind if you touch me there because I wouldn’t think you were taking advantage of me…” she murmured. “And then you wouldn’t be stepping back from me anymore…”
The last words wobbled with a choked sob. Uryuu saw the grey irises gleaming with a hint of something more. As she stepped forwards her foot caught against his and he lifted his arms to steady her. Two soft breasts touched his chest, in front of the weight of their owner. Warm, solid and strong.
“Please go ahead and measure me Uryuu,” she blurted out.
“M… measure you… this isn’t what I had in mind,” he murmured, freezing in place. His hands rested on her arms while he shivered against the heat and breath heaving against his chest.
“Ishida kun,” she murmured into his ear, seizing a hold of his neck as she bent her hip to the side slightly.
Shakily he raised the ends of the tape up and pulled it taught across her breasts, first threading it between them. Hearing the plea in her voice he realized he didn’t want to let go anymore than she did, and tightened the ends at the place where he felt the hooks of a bra bending out.
Her chin rested in the hollow of his shoulder and she wrapped her arms around his neck with a happy sigh in his ear. Ishida swallowed hard, feeling her breasts squashed to his chest and her belly pressing into his. Not used to having someone so close to him, he realized he’d missed something horribly. Orihime Inoue was hugging him, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his ear.
“Are you quite sure… what you’re doing?” he asked again in a slow whisper.
“Giving you a hug?” she murmured.
“I’m well aware of THAT, but you said to measure you, not embrace you,” Ishida mumbled, squirming a bit in her arms.
“I wanted you to do both but you wouldn’t come near any other way,” she whispered sadly.
A huge breath rasped hot past her ear. He stiffened and mumbled, “I thought you wanted Kurosaki this close to you… so why me?”
“Kurosaki kun isn’t you Ishida kun,” she said, tightening her grip. “I don’t think Kurosaki kun would even let me get this close.”
“His loss then,” Ishida murmured, still holding the ends of the tape measure together. Staring past his neck Orihime admired the distinct line his hair made on the back of his neck and brushed her cheek to it. He then stepped back, seeing the look of distress on her face.
Her fingers twisted into the fabric of his blue shirt stretched over his thin shoulders. “Ishida kun…”
“I need to get your outer thigh… and lower down… and your arms,” he murmured pushing up his glasses and holding up the tape measure. She felt him wrap it around her arm and draw it tight. One of her hands reached up to catch hold of one of the dark pieces of hair framing his face. Her fingers just brushed his ear, eliciting a sigh from him as he removed the tape and wrapped it around her other arm.
Not pushing her away he slid his hand down her side gently with one end and let the other drop to the floor. She saw him bend down and grab that other end with his other arm. Unable to resist caressing his shoulders she did so. Ishida’s face bobbed back up, looping the tape measure around her neck. Intense blue eyes blurred behind glasses locked into hers. His hands let go of the ends letting the tape measure drape like a scarf. Tentatively he slid his thumb under her chin and lifted it.
Orihime’s heart almost burst with happiness seeing that look in his eyes she wished she had once seen in Ichigo’s. That look that she’d read about in books that preceded the next thing she hoped he would do. Taking her face between his hands he then angled his head to the side. Orihime squeezed her eyes shut and leaned forwards. The briefest tentative brush of lips to hers caused a bolt of desire to slam through her like lightening.
“Ishida kun… you taste like mint,” she murmured softly once the lips retreated.
“Inoue san I do believe you taste like oranges,” he murmured in a low deep voice the instant before his lips again brushed hers and stayed longer.
Orihime slid her hands down his ribs to his hips, and then pulled them forwards because she didn’t feel he was close enough. His arms finally closed around her, one hand resting on her neck and the other at the small of her back. Small tentative pecks dusted her lip, then nose, then cheeks. She kissed along his jaw to his neck and shivered.
A first kiss had been delivered weeks ago when she had first kissed him like this. Now the confidence had returned. She felt her heart hammering even more vehemently into her breastbone and the rush of blood past her ears. Against the back of her knees she felt one of the desks and Ishida carefully lifted her hips and set her up on it. Orihime panted, lips parted and engorged from the blood flowing through them.
“Ishida… kun, could you… kiss… me once more, please?”
Her knees parted and to her delight Uryuu only paused a second to step between them. Sighing into her ear he murmured, “In a bit. I still have to do your arms, and legs…”
She saw the bright blush on his face. “So it will be pants… and an inside seam…”
Ishida nodded, almost cherry red, swallowing hard. Again he pushed up his glasses. Giggling again she took hold of his hand and pulled it towards her short skirt. He swallowed once more and murmured, “That’s not QUITE what I meant, Inoue san…”
“Then what did you mean?”
“You could hold one end up there while I… hold it out,” he muttered. He blushed near crimson as she shoved up her skirt and he saw a flash of white panty.
“Here we go…”
“I… Inoue san,” he stammered.
“I’m sorry to startle you Ishida Kun,” she murmured pressing her hands to her mouth.
“I just… didn’t think you’d show me your… ahem… underwear QUITE so soon, that’s all,” Ishida muttered.
“Well if you want to see them I don’t mind showing you…” Inoue began but he waved his hands violently like a traffic conductor.
“No that’s quite all right. I mean… not HERE… but maybe… later…” he said, fixing her in his blue gaze.
“Why later?” she asked.
“In school… someone could walk in…” Ishida mumbled, lips parted to catch his breath again.
“Ohhh…” Orihime realized eyes wide. Then she smiled warmly and wrapped her arms around his neck again pulling him to her in one fluid movement.
Uryuu heard the tap of the tape measure falling to the floor and felt her legs wrap around his waist. She nuzzled into his neck again and he grasped her tightly to him for a second. Their lips found each other and a hot pulse of breath surged through their partly open mouths. Through his school shirt she caressed the muscles of his back and neck. With the desk under her Ishida hunched down a bit, his tongue brushing over Orihime’s lips.
“I like how you kiss,” she almost cooed. “Please, another one?”
“I cannot refuse,” Ishida answered with a corner of his lip upturned in a smirk.
She shivered and extended her own. Clumsily they slipped past and both parted for air, flushed and panting harder. His glasses collided with her nose a bit the instant before he again caught her lips in a kiss and his hands ventured further down her back.
He sat on the edge of the seat right in front of her desk, his blue and yellow striped tie dangling around his neck. Both wings of raven hair hung slightly forwards as he continued to lean forwards fumbling at the buttons on her shirt. Finally he grabbed the sewing scissors and snipped the threads, causing the buttons to clatter on the floor once her shirt popped open. “My apologies. I’ll fix it as soon as I can…” he muttered, surprised at his boldness.
Orihime promptly laughed, tossing her head back as she looked at his perplexed expression. “How quickly CAN you sew a zipper on my shirt Ishida kun?”
“Well, since you ask,” he murmured. In the blink of an eye he’d threaded a needle and positioned a zipper on the side of the shirt. His hands moved in a blur stitching one side, then trying to pull the other. Orihime held it in place, soon glancing down in shock at a neat zipper installed in the front of her school uniform blouse.
“Let’s try this again,” he laughed gently, easing the tab down in one fluid motion.
Each few centimeters of teeth that parted he deposited a kiss on the revealed flesh. His soft hair tickled her skin, adding to Orihime’s stimulation. She felt something twitching against her and shivered. Instead of retreating she tightened her grip on his waist with her legs and Ishida murmured in surprise at the hand sliding down to the small of his back enjoying how her panty covered crotch pressed over the bulge in his pants. Wonderful friction grabbed at the part of her that itched the most and tingled, wanting more.
“Ohh...” she whispered.
“Mmm…” Ishida groaned sliding his hands under the backs of her thighs. He gripped her bottom and lifted her up so she wrapped herself around him, then maneuvered his way to the large swivel chair by the teacher’s desk up front. Here he deposited Inoue in his lap, resting his shaky legs he was sure would give out. Caught up in the moment he loved how she squirmed on his thighs and rubbed up against him where he most wanted it.
“I think…” he muttered as they parted lips again. “We should stop here for today…”
Noticing the hurt look in her eyes he quickly added, “And perhaps continue this at your apartment or mine?”
“And leave you… like that?” she murmured, her hips pressed against his.
“Yes… there is that…” he muttered, glancing down first and then towards the hall. “But I could take care of that…”
“Even if I want to help,” she dared to say. Their gazes locked and Ishida cupped her face in his hands.
“You don’t have to, but I’d enjoy if you did. But do you really think I relish putting an arrow through someone’s head if they walk in on us?” he said in a dangerously gravelly tone that sent shivers down her spine. An identical pitch of voice Inoue loved hearing him use when fighting hollows.
“Can I at least look?” she asked, sliding her hand down his pants in curiosity.
Slowly Uryuu's hands glided over her breasts in the way she desired for so long. Tickling movements of his fingers dancing over to tease both nipples. He nodded and murmured, “I just don’t want to create a large mess we’d have to clean up.”
“Then let’s look elsewhere?” she murmured.
Breaths rasped between Ishida’s lips as he glanced around the room with passion glazed eyes. Orihime did much the same. Putting one another back together they then tackled the mission of packing away everything before continuing the strange ‘measurements’ they’d started.
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