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Flowers and Strawberry	By : RaizenYusuke Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ichigo/Orihime Views: 34718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor am I making any money off of this. I am writing for fun.

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I’ve always wanted to try my hand in writing a smut story involving my favorite Bleach pairing Ichigo and Orihime. I finally decided to do it. This story is set during the 17 months in between the FKT arc and the LSS arc. This story in the same continuity with another story I am doing on FF.net called 1 year and 5 months. Don't worry. It is not required to read that story in order to follow this one. I'll just have to explain a few things. It has been ten months since Ichigo's battle with Aizen. During these last ten months Ichigo and Orihime have bonded and helped each other deal with the aftermath of the war. Their friendship strengthened and eventually turned to romance and they are together. Orihime already has her new manga hair style.
To the readers who are following 1 year and 5 months, this is set a few months into where the story is now (chapter 33). I haven’t decided if this will be canon to 1 year and 5 months yet.
“Eh! You are telling me you guys haven’t done it yet!” exclaimed a stunned and loud Tatsuki. She was sitting in a booth at a café with her now red faced best friend and pseudo sister, Orihime.
School had long since ended. It was a late summer afternoon. The weather had become warmer with the sun shining its rays down on Karakura excessively, but spring had not completely died and the cool refreshing winds continued to blow, keeping things just right. It was such a nice day that Orihime and Tatsuki had decided to enjoy it. Today was the first time that both Orihime and Tatsuki had free time for each other after school in months. Tatsuki had no karate practice that day and a day off from her job at the dojo. Likewise Orihime was given the day off from the bakery. Ichigo was not as fortunate as they were and had his own job to attend to. Both girls took it as a sign for them to hang out just like the good old days before they got jobs and boyfriends. Naturally they took advantage of this rare time by going to the park and playing one of Orihime’s absurd games. That didn’t last long after Tatsuki got frustrated trying to remember all of her rules, so they opted to go to one of their favorite hangout places, the café to talk and catch up.
The conversation steered to Orihime and her relationship with scowling, orange haired, ex-substitute shinigami, supposed thug of Karakura High, Kurosaki Ichigo. Tatsuki in her vigilant duty to keep the kind hearted healer safe and happy and the gossip in her pressed her to question how things were Orihime between Ichigo. Tatsuki knew Ichigo was a good person at heart albeit dense, thoughtless at times, annoying, macho for his own damn good. The raven haired woman just wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt Orihime in some attempt to “protect” her. If she was honest with herself she would admit that in the four months Ichigo and Orihime had been together he had been attentive, caring, and thoughtful. Of course being Ichigo he downplayed this in front of their friends in order to protect his rep from Ishida and Asano.
She expected Orihime to have nothing, but kind things to say about her boyfriend as usual. For the most part she was right. Ichigo held her hand when they walked home from school yesterday or how he brushed her hair out of her face for no reason other than to touch her. Basically the same old same old until Orihime revealed her frustrations with her brooding beau. Curious as to what Ichigo could have possibly done to actually get Orihime the girl who brushed aside all of his shortcomings (unwisely so in Tatsuki’s opinion) frustrated, Tatsuki urged her to go on. She needed to know if she had to punch some sense into Ichigo like she did when he refused to tell her where Orihime was nearly a year ago. A change came over Orihime. She became very bashful and fidgety. The carrot top twiddled her fingers and looked everywhere, but at Tatsuki. A stern look from her was enough to get Orihime to reveal her romantic woes or rather her sexual woes. Despite four months of dating Ichigo had not made any advances on Orihime besides kissing. This revelation is what led to Tatsuki’s outburst.
Her brown eyes filled with astonishment, along with her unwavering gaze focused on the slouched over healer, who hid her face in her hands.
“Tatsuki-chan!” she exclaimed in embarrassment mixed with a hint of annoyance. “You are too loud!” hissed Orihime. She lowered her hands to shoot the raven haired woman a worried glare. Her hazel eyes darted left to right to make sure no neighbor heard Tatsuki’s outburst. Thank God nobody seemed to have heard her loud-mouth friend. For crying out loud there was a little thing called tact.
Realizing just how loud she was and how humiliating it was for Orihime to talk about sex let alone to have her talk about her own sex life or lack of one, Tatsuki curled her lips into an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” she muttered. Not unlike Orihime her own checks became tainted with a light shade of red. Orihime’s face was still wrinkled with mortification. The redness in her cheeks had lessened, a sign that her embarrassment was dying down. Still Tatsuki decided to wait for the healer to stop slinking down in her seat before she questioned her. “I was just surprised that you and Ichigo are still virgins.” This time her tone was low enough for only them to hear.
Feeling a little insulted Orihime pouted her bottom lip out and furrowed her eyebrows. Her scowl was far from being fierce. It was tainted by her overly cheerful nature, making it akin to a pouting child having just been denied their favorite toy. “Just what are implying, Tatsuki-chan?” she asked with a slight edge to her voice. It would have gone unnoticed to anyone who did not know her well. Tatsuki was able to easily detect it, a fact both women knew full well.
The karate instructor threw her arms up in a token of surrender. She even threw in her best please forgive me smile for insurance. “Calm down I didn’t mean anything bad from it.” The red-orange haired woman did not stop her child-like scowl. God forbid if Ichigo was actually rubbing off on Orihime. No way in hell Tatsuki wanted another Ichigo. One was bad enough as it was. “I know you are not loose or slutty. I wasn’t trying to insult you. I just thought you know it was weird you guys haven’t done it yet.”
Her scowl fell and confusion emerged from her blemish free face. “Eh, what is that supposed to mean?” She was being too sensitive about this. Orihime knew Tatsuki would never insult her. She just didn’t want that reaction. She wanted Tatsuki to scold her for being frustrated in the first place. Tell her that it was too soon for the couple to be thinking about sex. She didn’t want her dissatisfaction to be justified.
A nervous Tatsuki was grasping at straws, trying to find the right set of words. How did this turn from being about Ichigo to her anyway? Riddled with uncertainty Tatsuki spun her hands around in gesture she hoped would help her get the right words out. “What I mean is that you and Ichigo are sort of….well you know.” Orihime continued to stare at her dumbly. “Come on Orihime you know how you two are,” she argued. This yielded no better results. Tatsuki groaned in annoyance. How could anyone be this naïve? “You two can’t keep your damn hands off each other!” she hissed loudly, but still low enough that no one around them could hear.
Orihime’s face went two different shades of red before finally settling on one. “T-Tatsuki-chan!”
“It is true!” Tatsuki argued. “On White Day I caught you two making out on the roof. Your hands were roaming all over each other.”
“I told you that wasn’t how it looked like! Kurosaki-kun and I escaped to the roof to avoid all those people…”
“You mean the herd of boys that tried to talk you out of going out with Ichigo after you kissed him in front of the class,” she quipped to Orihime’s annoyance. A strong smirk materialized on her face.
“Yes, after I kissed Kurosaki-kun in class after he gave me his White Day gift,” she spat out.
“I am just saying.”
“I know what you are saying,” Orihime interrupted. Her light brown eyes were infected with annoyance and anger. “I told you what happened that day. We didn’t mean to kiss it just happened.”
Tatsuki interrupted Orihime this time, “That adds to my you guys can’t keep your hands off each other point. Hell you even said yourself Ichigo has a hard time controlling himself when he kisses you. Face it you two are not exactly strangers to physical affection. Is it any wonder I thought you two would have passed that barrier already.”
She thought they would have passed that barrier by now as well. There was some truth to Tatsuki’s words. Orihime knew from her own experience that she found it difficult to kiss the ex-substitute without unleashing some powerful and primal urges. There was always this strained almost forced reluctance in Ichigo’s beautiful breath taking chocolate eyes when he pulled away from her after a “making out session” as Tatsuki called it. “Is it that strange?” the healer timidly questioned.
Tatsuki shook her head offhandedly. “It is normal for two people to like to kiss.”
“No, I mean is it strange that I feel flustered and frustrated when Kurosaki-kun pulls away?”
Tatsuki raised an eyebrow. Orihime never was the type to talk about sexual activities freely even with her. Whenever it was brought up she would get red faced and nervous. She was reserved. Now however she was willingly talking to Tatsuki about her desires with Ichigo. She wasn’t sure if she should applaud Orihime on being more open or be in awe at the fact that Orihime’s problem was affecting her so much that she willingly divulged this information to her. “No, I don’t think so anyway. I mean what exactly is bothering you?”
Orihime took a deep breath. She really hoped she was doing the right thing about talking to Tatsuki about this. The healer always believed some things should be private, so whenever Tatsuki would inquire about her sexual curiosity or make some snide comment on seducing Ichigo she would shrink away. However, she was truly lost at what she should do with Ichigo. Every time she tried to bring it up he would dismiss it with something else. He was purposely evading the question, so she stopped trying. She knew Ichigo would come to her when he was good and ready and tell her what was wrong. Orihime was getting tired of waiting though. When Tatsuki asked her how things were going she thought her best friend and confidant could shed some new light on this that she was perhaps missing. “There are times when I am alone with I-Kurosaki-kun…” She never called him by his given name in front of people. It was only in private that they used their given names. It was silly, but she felt that it was intimate gesture shared by them. It felt special to hear him call her Orihime when they were alone. She feared (perhaps un-rightly so) that if he started to call her by her given name in public that it would lose its meaning. They kept up with surnames in public. “…that we you know just sort of start kissing,” she stated.
Tatsuki nodded. “Go on.”
“They start off small and quick, but then they become longer, more powerful, and more desperate.” She paused to collect her thoughts.
“I’m following so far.”
“I like kissing,” Orihime stated outright. It took everything Tatsuki had to hold back a laugh. It wasn’t really funny, but the way Orihime said it so honestly with her eyes closed and blushing that made it comical. “When Kurosaki-kun leans in to kiss me I feel these giant monstrous butterflies swarm all inside my stomach and I get really excited. He’s a great kisser! I can’t get enough,” she cheered. As if realizing she had said all of that aloud Orihime’s face became as white as a ghost and she became silent. This only added to Tatsuki’s amusement. Orihime cleared her throat. “I like kissing him,” she stated as a matter of fact.
“I got that.” Tatsuki couldn’t resist throwing another sarcastic remark her best friend’s way. Orihime made it too easy for her not to.
“When we kiss I feel really flustered, but I don’t want that feeling to go away. There is this yearning for more…”
“You are horny basically,” Tatsuki supplied.
“Mmm!” moaned Orihime. Tatsuki was so blunt. She sighed in defeat. “Yes, I am…horny,” she choked out. Hime turned away unable to bear Tatsuki’s way too smug grin. “Kurosaki-kun he feels it too. The way he kisses me, there is this hunger. He loses himself just like me, but then stops. There is something that is holding him back. He gets this look in his eyes.”
Her lips fell into small frown. “A look in his eyes,” Tatsuki repeated.
“I see guilt in his eyes and he becomes hesitant around me. He is afraid to even touch me,” Orihime explained.
Now this was starting to make sense. Ichigo being the honorable man he was felt ashamed at having a sexual attraction to Orihime. He was quite a prude when it came to the opposite sex. If a woman undressed in front of him he would probably scream at her to put on some clothes while closing his eyes shut tight. He wasn’t a pervert like Asano or Kojima. Asano ate and slept naked women. Kojima had so many girlfriends she had no doubt he had devious thoughts in his deceivingly non-threatening exterior. How ironic that the quality Tatsuki valued in Ichigo (not being an oversexed teenage boy) was now something she was cursing. “Have you tried talking to him about it?”
“I’ve tried, but he keeps evading me whenever I question it. He probably thinks I would be upset with him for going too far.”
Tatsuki let out an exhausted breath. “That sounds like Ichigo. That guy always assumes too much.” She shook her head disapprovingly, the same manner her own mother did to her when she was a girl. “I don’t get it. You guys can talk about hollows, shinigami, and that madness that happened ten months ago, but not your own sex life?” Orihime shrugged her shoulders tentatively. “You guys haven’t gone beyond kissing I take it.”
The hazel eyed woman became withdrawn. “Well…” Tatsuki slapped her in the shoulder hard. “Ow!” She started rubbing her shoulder and whined. “What was that for?”
“I can’t believe you haven’t told me about this yet. I am your best friend!” The woman deemed the second strongest woman in all of Japan of her age group crossed her arms and turned her cheek to sorrowful Orihime.
“Tatsuki-chan, please don’t be mad. It is not that I wanted to keep this a secret from you. It is just felt sort of private.” She mustered the cutest, most remorseful expression she could. Tatsuki couldn’t resist this face. Her intuition proved correct. Tatsuki’s crossed arms and ire dissipated instantly. Mission accomplished.
Tatsuki returned her gaze to her. “So what have you guys done?” To Orihime’s credit she did not become a blabbering slouching tomato.
“He’s touched my breasts, but that’s all.” Suddenly her hair became astoundingly interesting, causing her to twirl it.
“Orihime!” An awestruck Tatsuki couldn’t help, but look at her friend with newfound respect. Her girl was growing up! “Look at you going to second base. I told you he couldn’t resist those huge breasts of yours.” The raven haired woman flashed her grin. “If you got him to grope the girls why can’t you get him to go all the way?”
“It just happened during an um rather heated kiss. He immediately stopped and apologized until I told him I didn’t mind. I encouraged him to keep doing it.” That earned her another slap from Tatsuki, except this one was affectionate.
“That is more like it. Tell Ichigo what you want and you’ll get it. He’s in love with you and all he wants is for you to be happy. Plus he is a guy and you are like a twelve out of ten on the babe meter. I guarantee you he wants it just as bad as you do. You just have to be a little persuasive.” She gave Orihime mischievous wink.
“Tatsuki-chan, be serious!” she whined.
“I am being serious. The problem here is he is thinks you don’t want to. If you tell him he’ll be for it. Better yet show him what you want. Be seductive and he’ll be putty in your hands.”
“Do you really think so?” Her brown eyes were clouded with doubt.
Tatsuki kept insisting. “Trust me I know so. We just have to get a game plan ready.”
“I guess I can try. What do you mean by game plan?” A sinister and ominous gleam formed in Tatsuki’s spheres of brown. The healer gulped. That look sent chills down her spine.
“I know exactly what you are going to do.” The ominous gleam intensified. Wolfish smirk graced her lips. Orihime shivered, regretting ever telling Tatsuki anything now.
“Ok everything is ready,” Orihime told herself. She was at her apartment making sure everything was in order for the fifth time. After her talk with Tatsuki she returned to her place in order initiate Tatsuki’s master plan to ensnare the former vizard. The first thing she did was tidy up her place. It had gotten messy thanks to all of her newly washed clothes cluttering it up. Her shift at the bakery and her study date at Ichigo’s the previous day had drained her to the point that she had no strength to fold her clothing. It took her no more than ten minutes to fold and put away all of her clothes. Once that was out of the way all that was left was little things like putting some dishes away. She called Ichigo on his cellphone and invited him over. He accepted and told her he would be over there in an hour when he got off of work. Having nothing better to do for the next hour Orihime finished up her homework, which did not take up the entire sixty minutes space.
She hated not having anything to do. Her mind wondered on the plan. Would it really get Ichigo to stop holding back? Tatsuki was confident that if she seduced him that he would simply jump her. Ichigo wasn’t the type of man who lost out to seduction. Yoruichi would tease him by stripping naked in front of him and he always screamed at her for doing indecent things. What if he did the same thing to Orihime? That could ruin their entire relationship. No she wouldn’t think like that. Positive thoughts are what she needed. Ichigo wasn’t opposed to sex. He wanted to go further. She could tell by the urgency in his kiss. His fear of angering her is what held him back. After today he would not have to hold back anymore. The healer put on her most determined face on. “Ichigo you better be ready. I am going to flow like an alien and sting like a super laser gun!” She could just see it now.
Start of Orihime Vision
Ichigo would come over dressed in a tux, carrying his coat on his shoulder. He would flash his large white knight smile with a rose in between his teeth.
“Orihime, you are simply irresistible. I can no longer control myself.” His tone would be so gentle that it would lull her into semi-conscious state. The chocolate colored eyes she adored would twinkle as the love he felt for her would burst from them and bring her to her knees. Ichigo would present the rose to her, which she graciously accepted. Before she could pull her hand away he would grab it then lean his head forward to plant his warm firm lips on her tiny milk white skinned hand.
“Ichigo,” she said lovingly.
He would return to his full height. She would blush trying to suppress the giggles threatening to come up. His strong arms would wrap around her slim waist and pull her close to him. “Orihime, I must make love to you right now.”
“Oh Ichigo, I thought you would never say anything. I want you to make love to me. Please make love to me Ichigo,” she cried honestly. Ichigo would comply with her deepest desires. His fingers would stroke her orange locks lightly. She could see his face inching closer to her ever so slowly. It drove her insane with anticipation, while her knees would quake under the strain. Orihime would stand on her tip toes to reach him and cease the grueling torture of waiting. When the distance between them was nearly non-existent he would caress her cheek. She would close her eyelids. His breath brushed her trembling upper lip.
End of Orihime Vision
The goddess would be hurled out of dream by a loud knock on her door. Her skin nearly jumped off of her body in fright. How long had she been spacing out? Oh god she fully immersed herself into a fantasy. How humiliating was that? Thank the Soul King that Ichigo could not read minds or else he would think her a silly girl. “Ichigo!” she cried in realization. Orihime rushed to the door. “Ok remember what Tatsuki-chan told you. Be coy, but forceful. Don’t be afraid to tease him a little bit.” Orihime had chosen to remain in her uniform because it showed off every one of her luscious curves, but it was also what teenage boys found appealing, playful, and naughty. She shed her gray coat leaving her long sleeved white buttoned shirt. Taking a deep breath Orihime prepared for her next great battle. Finally she had opened the door. Ichigo was standing there with his usual neutral expression on. He wore his gray school uniform. The coat was opened revealing the black shirt he was wearing beneath it. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets. What held her eye was his mane, which he had cultivated. An enamored smile broke out. Ichigo had neglected to cut his hair months ago. He told her that he was going to cut it, but she had stupidly let it slip that she thought his long hair from his training in Dangai looked hot. She couldn’t even look him in the eye after that. To her surprise he told her he would consider growing it out. God did that long light orange mane give him a dangerous yet rugged feeling. It made him so hot. Now it had achieved the length it was at after Dangai training.
Ichigo greeted her with a wave. His lips curled slightly into his own modest smile meant just for her. “Orihime,” he said.
Now was as good as any to start her act. Orihime narrowed her eyes slightly as she adjusted her smile into a smaller more alluring size. “Hello, Ichigo.” Orihime spoke in whimsical and innocent tone.
He raised a questioning eyebrow at his girlfriend. Something was off with her greeting. The jubilant gaze that normally exploded within those dazzling hazel eyes was nowhere to be found. The gaze presented to him now was sly almost mischievous. It called out to him though, urged him to keep his sights on her and nothing else. He followed those hazel eyes as they traveled downward. The ex-substitute’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. If it weren’t for his willpower his mouth would have been wide open as well. What caused Ichigo’s shock? The answer to that was simple. His gaze was on Orihime’s chest. A few buttons were undone. The top of her shirt was opened revealing the top of her perfectly round ample breasts. Since when did Orihime display those? Her normal attire usually covered her chest, keeping the mounds so many men lusted after hidden. Perhaps she was unaware that her shirt had come undone? That must have been it. It was his duty to tell her. “Orihime,” he called.
“Hmm,” she replied. The mischievous stare was still focused on him.
“Your shirt…” He tugged at his black shirt for emphasis. “…some of the buttons are undone.”
She simply nodded. “I know,” she said in her most innocent child-like tone.
Confusion fell upon him. “Y-You know?”
“Yes,” she replied, trying to fight back a blush.
“Wait, you know your buttons are undone…” he gulped loudly. Unknown to him he brought a sincere smile to her. She quickly forced it down in favor of her cutesy one. “You know that you that your shirt is um….open?” He said the last part in almost a whisper.
She widened her smile and closed her eyelids shut, added to her overly cheery feeling she desired. “Um, yes I do.” She didn’t need to open her eyes to tell her Ichigo was dumbfounded by her confession. “See it got really hot in my apartment. I started sweating so much that I had to open up my shirt to try to cool myself down.” She put her arms behind her back and leaned forward slightly. It looked like a childish gesture that Hime was known for. Unsuspecting that his Orihime had deliberately leaned over to give him a better view of her mounds Ichigo nervously rubbed the back if head. The fact that his breathing had become a little heavier did not go unnoticed by her nor did his need to keep his hands busy by stuffing them back into his pockets or rub his glorious orange almost gold mane. Obviously anxiety had wrapped its long slender fingers around him. Part of Orihime felt guilty about making her beloved Kurosaki-kun feel so uncomfortable. Another part of her felt a curious sense of satisfaction at evoking this type of reaction from him. “I was dripping in sweat and got all sticky that I thought my shirt was going to be see-through!”
The image of Orihime in a drenched shirt that revealed the bra that fought to keep her bountiful breasts back flashed through his mind. She would be leaning against the door lavishing her pink luscious lips with that long sinful tongue. The pure sparkle trapped within those light brown eyes had be consumed by this devious and impure force. It dared him to come and get her. Always up for a challenge Ichigo would engage this one especially.
“Come on, Kurosaki-kun. Come and get me,” she would say sultrily, as that so sinful tongue brushed her upper lip.
Ichigo involuntarily shuddered at the mere thought. ‘I’ll come and get you alright. No, stop it!’ he mentally scolded himself. ‘This is Orihime here. She is your sweet, innocent, pure girlfriend. This is the woman you cherish, the woman you love. Kurosaki you treat her with respect. She is not an object to lust after!’ He wasn’t like Keigo or Kon. They were so perverted that they nearly hopped at Rangiku to try and grope her breasts. Ichigo would be damned if he lost out to mere lust! He tore his eyes off Orihime’s chest and forced them to her eyes.
Mentally she groaned. He stopped looking at her cleavage. This may have been harder than she thought. What else did Tatsuki say to do? Paint a picture in his mind. How did she do that? An idea worthy of her old friend Rangiku formed. This would get him for sure. “I had to take a shower so I wouldn’t be all sticky!” To add to her act Orihime tugged at her shirt, pretending to air it out. She was fully aware that her lavender pink bra strap was now showing. She was even more aware of Ichigo’s hungry eyes had returned to her chest. Orihime continued, “I enjoyed a nice cold shower. Oh and it was so cool!” Her ecstatic nature came in handy for this. He had no idea she was toying with him. Surprisingly it was becoming easier for her to act. “Maybe it was too cold because I got goose bumps all over my skin and even shivered a little.” Perhaps she was channeling Rangiku or Yoruichi, maybe both, but she shivered for her Ichigo. She made sure the girls shook with her. It had the desired effect. Direct hit! Home run! He tugged at the collar of his shirt. The healer stroked her neck slowly, bringing it lower and lower. The chocolate orbs he possessed followed ever so intently. “Umm, I could have warmed up the water, but then I would have been all hot again.” Her slender fingers passed her throat, reaching dangerously close to her assets. “It was a real dilemma. It was so cold I almost didn’t soap myself off and that would have defeated the purpose. I mean the only reason I took a shower was to make myself un-sticky.”
Oh god Orihime in the shower. Orihime in the shower! His goddess standing in the shower stall gently caressing her smooth baby like skin with white substance of soap, touching her plump thighs, going over those much too devious curves of hers, circling around those sizable wanton breasts, those erect pink nipples, that firm round ass, oh god it was too much. He could hear her small throaty moan. The water washed over her soap foamed body, rinsing it off of her. It would tickle her skin, bringing the goose bumps she told him of out. She would close her eyes shut and continue to moan barely above a whisper. “Ichigo,” would escape those soft lips. “Ich…igo.” Without warning her eyes would rush open. “What are you waiting for? Take me already, Ichigo.”
Shit!’ he cursed. His damned perverted mind kept showing him forbidden images. That wasn’t his delicate beautiful queen. It was only a false image brought upon by teenage hormones. That would leave soon enough. At least he hoped. “Oh yeah…” he said dumbly. The ex-substitute mentally berated his idiocy.
Orihime’s smile lessened into a knowing almost mocking one. Tatsuki’s plan was working. Her precious Kurosaki-kun was becoming mesmerized by her. Kurosaki Ichigo was actually becoming mesmerized by her, Inoue Orihime! “Would you like to come in, Kurosaki-kun,” she invited him in coyly, making sure to annunciate his name in a low and hot tone. The healer had used his surname in hopes of adding to her mystique.
Ichigo found it odd that she would use his surname when they were alone, but what he found even odder was how she said his name. It was so low and hot, dare he say seductive. His pants felt tighter. Again he cursed his body for betraying him. He could feel his lower member stiffening and enlarging. Now he had to fight back the erection threatening to emerge. Orihime had already moved to the side, so he could enter. Without a word Ichigo walked through the open door, he removed his shoes then made his way to her living room. One nagging thought echoed throughout his head. Was it wise to come inside while his hormones were going in overdrive? Orihime smirked at Ichigo’s back. She had to remember to thank Tatsuki. She closed the door behind her before following Ichigo to living room.
Orihime is a bit OOC with the seduction act, but I think (or hope) it works. The next chapter will have the lemon in it. I chose the biggest cliché for this though, the school girl and little girl act. The fact that Orihime’s overly cheery attitude made it perfect for the little girl act in my opinion. The school uniform is obvious choice.
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