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Left Behind But Not Forgotten	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Midway through breakfast, Uryuu snatched the last bit of fish before anyone else could claim it. Both women witnessed the annoyance that his father shot him and they shared an amused smirk. Ryuuken mumbled, “Your lack of gallantry is disturbing.”
“And your insistence on manners is annoying!” Uryuu snorted.
“Typical men. Arguing over food,” Tatsuki quipped.
Caught in the act they both swiveled their heads in unison to regard Tatsuki. Orihime giggled and said, “There’s plenty of omelets with hot sauce and a bit of bean jam left!”
“No thank you, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your creation,” Uryuu suddenly relented. He then looked at the others and released the food he had claimed.
“Go ahead, knock yourself out,” said Tatsuki.
“Since he’s intent on polishing off the fish, I will help myself to the remainder of your omelet,” Ryuuken murmured as he snatched up the last piece. His son looked a bit put out but Orihime’s hand on his thigh under the table distracted him with a slight squeeze.
“Well I’ll help myself to more of yours,” said Tatsuki snatching up a piece of the distinctive second omelets Ryuuken himself had prepared. Orihime had taken liberal amounts, doused them with the Tabasco sauce, and slathered them with various jams she found Tatsuki hat put out.
“At least it isn’t chaos like at the Kurosaki house,” Tatsuki whispered to Ryuuken as he leaned over.
“You mean the fight over the Korean barbecue? Not something I wish to repeat, thank you very much,” Ryuuken mumbled.
“Didn’t you give the old man a big cleaning bill for your last tie that was ruined?” Tatsuki asked.
“You went to the Kurosaki’s for dinner?” Uryuu asked, his eyes filled with surprise.
“Kurosaki Isshin is a colleague of mine. It would be remiss to refuse an invitation or his daughter’s famous cooking,” Ryuuken sniffed.
Chopsticks clattered to Uryuu’s plate as he sat there, in shock. Orihime patted his hand and asked, “Uryuu kun are you okay?”
“Wait a minute you never knew that?” Tatsuki asked, glaring at him before she turned her gaze on Ryuuken. “You’ve trained together, and you HAVE been on better terms and you’ve never talked about something like THAT? Are you kidding me?”
“He never asked,” Ryuuken said as he reached for the coffee pot.
“Not that I particularly cared,” Uryuu shot back.
Orihime’s face fell a bit and Tatsuki mumbled, “anyone want the last piece of omelet?”
“You go ahead,” Uryuu murmured as he picked up his chopsticks. “I believe that I’ve enough on my plate. Father?”
“Far be it for me to deny anyone else the pleasure,” Ryuuken said in an equally icy tone.
Tatsuki gritted her teeth in frustration as Orihime cast a concerned glance. “Both of you can finish it then,” she finally snapped as she divided the portions and dumped both on their plates.
Ryuuken and Uryuu hardly dared voice any objections to Tatsuki’s death ray stare. The last time Uryuu refused any of Tatsuki or Orihime’s food he nearly found himself thrown through a wall. Ryuuken similarly had been given a glare but had laughed it off. Only to find that Tatsuki had conveniently ignored any attempts that entire day for a kiss or any foreplay.
Withholding sex was quite a good bargaining tool, Tatsuki found. Ryuuken may not be much for cuddling or holding hands but he hated being turned down for a bit of nookie. Seeing the wheels turning in Tatsuki’s head Orihime brightened up. The icy chill in the Ishida apartment melted away. Especially when Tatsuki realized that Uryuu had ceased calling Ryuuken by his first name. The elder Quincy then cleared his throat and said, “That is quite surprising hearing such a term of…”
Any further sentence was cancelled by a quick series of coughs. Uryuu saw Tatsuki’s hand under the table in the proximity in Ryuuken’s thigh, guessing just what had stopped him. Orihime gave him a sunny smile before she said, “So, your parents are coming home tomorrow?”
“Yes, it’s the big day,” Tatsuki said, setting down her cup.
“Any ideas on how to break the news?” Uryuu asked.
“It is under control,” Ryuuken said matter of fact.
“Why am I NOT surprised,” Uryuu mumbled under his breath.
“We’ve got a plan,” Tatsuki said. “I’m cooking them dinner and Ryuuken san is helping.”
Both Orihime and Uryuu set down their chopsticks with a clink. Silence predominated for nearly two minutes. Orihime then asked, “Can I help?”
“That’s okay… you’ll be a guest,” Tatsuki blurted out.
“And the Kurosakis,” added Ryuuken.
“Am I in the same dimension?” Uryuu asked his eyes wide. “You are inviting the Kurosakis? Why?”
“Subterfuge,” said Ryuuken, pushing up his glasses.
“My family and theirs are pretty close growing up. I mean heck…” Tatsuki said with a shrug. “And if there’s one person who can distract everyone it’s Kurosaki Isshin.”
“That’s true,” Uryuu mumbled.
“He’s so funny!” Orihime observed, pouring everyone more coffee.
“But Ichigo san there,” mumbled Uryuu.
“Well you don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Tatsuki mumbled in a tone that made him cringe. “Even if you ARE invited.”
Orihime also flinched, realizing that in terms of verbal jabs, Ryuuken had quite a match in Tatsuki. Either one could verbally spar on even terms without so much as a lifted brow. Noticing the gleam of diamonds around her neck Uryuu drew in his breath. So things HAD advanced to the next level, even though he was not surprised to see how Tatsuki was wearing Ryuuken’s engagement ring.
“I suppose congratulations are in order?” Uryuu asked, breaking another round of silence that lasted ten minutes. Although he could watch Orihime chew for hours, the tension was getting to an uncomfortable level again.
“Thank you,” said Tatsuki.
“I’m so happy for you two!” Orihime cried leaping out of her chair. She hugged Tatsuki tightly so that her friend almost toppled over in her chair. Father and son remained in their seats, locking stares once more.
“Correct,” Ryuuken murmured, looking decided smug despite the neutral expression on his face.
“Just remember our previous discussion, Father,” Uryuu said.
“Considering that you are addressing me in more familiar terms I see that perhaps you are adjusting to the reality of the situation?” Ryuuken asked with a slight inflection.
“I am accepting it with reservations,” Uryuu answered.
“Can’t you just be happy for them…?” Orihime said sadly, looking over at them.
“It will be fine,” Tatsuki mumbled.
“Why do I hear hesitation then?” Uryuu asked.
“The same trepidation in selling the notion to her parents,” Ryuuken said.
Uryuu bit back a laugh. “So, you haven’t thought this through as well as…”
“Uryuu you’re not helping,” said Orihime tugging his sleeve.
“I’m happy for both of you; can’t you please be happy for me?” Tatsuki asked, sighing.
Swallowing hard Orihime looked at Uryuu. He sighed and shook his head. “Very well. I may have reservations, but since we are going to become family, I cannot leave you in the lurch, Tatsuki san. I will assist in any way I can.”
“How generous of you,” mumbled Ryuuken before Tatsuki dug him in the ribs with an elbow.
“Knock it off,” she sighed. “It’s enough he accepts isn’t it? Thank you… Uryuu san.”
“You are my friend,” said Uryuu sincerely.
“Thank you so much,” said Orihime kissing him on the cheek. Ryuuken smirked in amusement while Tatsuki grinned and Uryuu blushed scarlet.
“So, I assume you two are finding yourselves in a similar situation?” Ryuuken said as he fixed them in a gaze that left them nervous.
“If you are inquiring about our relationship status we are officially a couple,” said Uryuu.
“Took you long enough,” Ryuuken said. “Congratulations my dear Inoue san.”
“Thank you Ishida san,” Orihime said as she bowed her head and blushed. Uryuu bit his lip but said nothing further, relief filling him.
“I’m very happy for both of you, as I said before,” Tatsuki said as she kissed Orihime’s cheek and inclined her head to Uryuu.
“We’ll be one big happy family!” cried Orihime as she hugged Tatsuki and Uryuuin either arm.
“That remains to be seen,” muttered Uryuu.
“On that point we agree,” said Ryuuken reaching for his coffee cup. Again, tension in the room cleared to a level that removed years of emotional burdens. Instead of vanishing entirely they drifted to the background. Although father and son still exchanged frosty glances, enough of the glacier had melted that progress had been made.
At least Tatsuki and Orihime thought so, reaching across the table to squeeze one another’s hands and smile. A cute new blouse with a ruffle on the bottom and a blue and white patterned flower skirt smacking of Uryuu’s design sported by Orihime suggested so. Tatsuki saw her friend wearing more of these new outfits each time they saw one another. Instead of a fancy ring, Uryuu said his love with handicrafts.
“So, since you’re intent on declaring to your parents, how can I assist?” Uryu asked.
“If you two just show up, that will be enough,” said Tatsuki sincerely.

“Consider it done,” said Uryuu taking Orihime’s hand. Ryuuken cast Orihime a nod of thanks, which she returned.

***

Uryuu shifted in the back seat of his father’s car, draping an arm around Orihime’s shoulders. He sat sideways so his long legs could sit more comfortably in the foot well near her and she could lean into him. Between his legs she sat, with the seatbelt clipped over both of them while Tatsuki rode in the front passenger seat. Orihime tried to keep from inhaling the second hand smoke, which mercifully blew out of the front cracked window.
Pedestrians darted past the stopped car as the light turned red. Ishida wrapped his arm around Orihime’s waist and felt her hand clasp his. One advantage to being crammed in a back seat was feeling her pressed to him. His lips fanned her ear, kissing it softly. If Ryuuken noticed, he said nothing. Classical jazz played in the car, something they could all agree on even though Ryuuken mainly insisted.
Blue eyes behind glasses watched for a telltale sign. Sunflower seems came into view and Uryuu called out, “You can let us off here. We will walk the rest of the way.”
“But your apartment’s just down the street,” Orihime whispered.
“I will let you off there,” said Ryuuken insistently to which Uryuu rolled his eyes. Orihime turned enough to peck her boyfriend on the cheek to calm him down.
“I get to sit in your lap for another few minutes that way,” she whispered. When she put it like that, Uryuu had to agree it was a good situation. Tatsuki glanced back and then reached up to the clasp of her necklace. Slowly she undid it and slipped the ring off its chain. Over her ring finger on her left hand, she slipped the cool metal.
Across the gap between their seats, Ryuuken’s hand shifted gears. She rested her hand on her lap in full view letting the sun glint off the diamond and sapphires. His eyes darted over in a moment, he bent down to press a quick kiss to her lips just before the light changed, and a chorus of horns honked insistently.
Suppressing a grin Uryuu tightened his grip on Orihime. They shared a brief but soft kiss as well in the confusion during Ryuuken honking in retaliation. A quick tap on the gas caused the car to lurch forwards almost tossing Orihime if the seatbelt did not hold her. Ishida pulled both her legs to rest over his and locked both hands around her waist so she sat between his legs.
“Mind the road, father!” called Uryuu.
“Mind your own business,” Ryuuken snapped back but failed to spoil Uryuu’s good mood.
Ten minutes later, they pulled up to Uryuu’s apartment building. Locks snapped open before Ryuuken pulled to the curb and leapt out. Tatsuki had set to open her door but waited to Orihime’s surprise. She watched Ryuuken round the back of the car and open Tatsuki’s door for her. She smoothed her skirt under her and climbed out, bending over to hit the lever that folded the seat back. Orihime climbed out first assisted by the hand Ryuuken extended to her. Then Uryuu climbed out dusting himself off.
His hand slipped out and caught Orihime’s. Adjusting his bag over his shoulder Uryuu stepped back so Tatsuki could fold the seat down and climb back in. She called up to Orihime, “See you tomorrow? I’ll call you later okay?”
“Okay!” Orihime called.
“I will come to dinner,” said Ishida to Tatsuki. She nodded her thanks.
“Afternoon,” said Ryuuken closing the door. He dashed around the car to slip behind the wheel again. Uryuu waited for his father to pull away then turned to lead Orihime up the stairs to his front door. She carried the bag of sewing notions they had picked up waiting for the right time to drop in for a visit. Slipping the key in the lock, he opened the door for Orihime to step into the stairwell.
They both climbed the steps. Orihime turned to him and said, “Thank you Uryuu kun for being so sweet. Tatsuki was so happy.”
“I could hardly turn down your friend in need. I do not agree completely with their union, but Tatsuki could do far worse. If there’s one thing I know, Ryuuken will look after her.”
“If she wants someone to look after her,” Orihime pointed out, dashing up the steps tugging him along.
Ishida reached the landing, keys jingling in his other hand. He could not unlock the door quickly enough feeling his blood rushing south. Orihime moved close, throwing her arms around him in a hug. He pulled her through the front door and closed it behind her. “Let me remove my bag first.”
He let it drop, felling Orihime’s arms wrapping around him from behind. She rubbed his shirtfront and turned him around. Like a springing trap, his arms latched around her and pulled her into a quick kiss. Hot breath entered his mouth yielding to thrust his tongue into hers. Her fingers threaded in his sleek black hair rubbing and pulling. Only for a second did his glasses bump her.
“Sorry,” Orihime giggled.
“I apologize,” Ishida murmured, reaching up to take them off.
“No, leave them on,” Orihime pleaded as his hand rested on the temple.
“Orihime?” he asked, amused and confused.
“I want you to be able to see me like I see you, Uryuu kun. It’s fair that way,” she said. Touched, Ishida bent over and renewed the kiss, hunching over to place his lips at her level. Her hands wandered up and down his shirt at the same time his slipped over her chest and gave her breasts a teasing squeeze. She smiled tugging at his belt to pull their bodies flush together. Hot breaths and groans ensued as lips meshed and tongues danced.
“I want you, Orihime san,” he whispered parting for air. His pale cheeks flushed bright pink.
“I’m all itchy and tingly too in that place,” she whispered, causing him to flush more with embarrassment.
“Well that’s a novel way of putting it, but we’re both aroused yes,” he chuckled, watching her reach for the zipper on his shirt and pull it down.
She grinned at the action on his fingers pulling at the Velcro and zipper on her blouse, and shrugged it off helping him push his off. They both carefully took the items of clothing and folded them draping them over the sofa. She eagerly smoothed over his chest and the distinctive five-point scar. Yet this time he felt no shame in it because she started to kiss along it and down his belly. His hands fisted in her orange hair carefully pulling out her hairpins to set them carefully in a small tray on the coffee table.
“Orihime?” he panted, feeling her unfastening his belt and undoing the zipper and hooks.
“I wanted to try this,” she whispered. His pants grew even tighter. She really wanted to give him a blowjob.
“Maybe I should sit down?” Ishida suggested pulling her to her feet then sitting on the sofa.
Together they pulled at his pants and he lifted his hips to allow her to yank them off his pelvis and down around his knees. Then she slid a hand over his tenting erection and he groaned. Hands fell at his sides as she reached for the elastic. Scooting between his knees she slowly pulled him out and lowered her head to his lap. Hair fell around her face. She slipped his tip into her mouth, rubbing along the underside of his shaft. Ishida let loose a moan, relaxing completely. The other hand moved over his balls lightly fingering them as her moist mouth and tongue stimulated him.
Orihime’s small hums mingled with his gasps and groans. He pulled her hair aside and whispered, “Look at me please, Orihime…”
She turned her head to the side, his member still in her mouth. Deep grey eyes held a question and Ishida smiled. “You look very appealing doing that,” he murmured. She smiled around the mouthful and continued her actions.
Vaguely he wondered if she had read it out of a woman’s magazine or sucked on a Popsicle as common lore would suggest, but he didn’t care just as long as she continued the way she was. His hips bucked up as his hands rested on her shoulders rubbing them. He yelped a warning but she did not pull back as he released. A blinding moment of bliss later she peered up at him licking her lips, white excitement dripping down her chin and over her hair and face.
“Orihime I’m sorry…” he stammered wiping at her cheeks with his fingers.
“Ishida kun, you really liked that,” she smiled as she licked her lips and glanced up at him. He blushed once more and realized it was fine.
“And you did too I presume?” he asked with a slight waver of nervousness. She promptly leaned up and kissed him. He pulled her forwards to straddle him, holding her in place with his right hand so his left could slip down between them. A slightly bitter tang coated her lips as he slipped fingers inside. She yelped breaking the kiss.
“Please Uryuu kun,” she whispered, smiling in delight. “I hate the itch…”
“So do I,” Uryuu agreed, smirking as he slipped another finger in with the first too. Already her moisture coated most of his hand. Her soft coos and giggles at his actions caused him to feel his member twitch in anticipation.
She yelped and cried out, inner muscles squeezing around his fingers after a few minutes of insistent wiggles and pokes. Ishida intently watched the expression of bliss on her face and relished that he had caused such a response in her. Once she leaned against him, she kissed his shoulder and relaxed straddling him on the sofa.
“Thank you Uryuu kun,” she murmured bending down to taste his fingers and raise them to his lips. Already he tasted her there and found he enjoyed it.
“Lie down Orihime san,” he urged. She did so, sliding off his lap and then glanced up at him taking hold of her ankles. Positioning both her knees over his shoulders, he then bent his head between her legs. She yelped and laughed loudly at the tickling that assuaged the itch of arousal even more than his fingers, loving how his silky black hair rubbed her inner thighs.
Instead of a leather sofa, his was cloth covered in a neatly stitched floral cover. Beneath it was a battered and sturdy second hand sofa that he had rescued and Chad helped bring up here. He suggested it was much nicer for people to come over. Definitely, he would have to thank Chad for the thoughtfulness and wondered if their mutual friend had something like this in mind for its purpose.
Orihime’s world exploded in snaps of light along with the fierce pounding of her heart. She could not draw in enough oxygen as she yelled his name and arched her back. Minutes later, she was aware of lying atop his warm breathing body, with something hard poking at her hips. Ishida looked quite pleased with himself when she looked at him again.
“Comfortable, Orihime san?” he asked gently, hugging her.
“Uryuu kun that was perfect,” she grinned. “Let’s do it all now…”
The Quincy could not resist chuckling as she sat up long enough to dig through his pants pockets. They lay rumpled on the floor. Both of them opened the packet and rolled the sheath down over him. He lifted a brow realizing it was neon green. Orihime rested hands on his chest trying to reposition herself, grateful for his hands taking hold of her hips. One of her knees pushed into his thigh.
“Orihime just lay down on top of me,” he whispered.
“Ooops, sorry…”
“Let me just…. There we go,” he muttered, positioning her so his member slipped between her legs and her breasts pressed to his chest. Her face rested in the hollow of his shoulder and she wriggled. Ishida groaned and moved her hips so he could slip inside, then sighed.
“Uryuu kun…” she crooned. “Oh yes… right there…”
“Is your leg all right if I…” he asked, worried about shifting both of his legs enough so hers could drape around his hips loosely. Fortunately, he was thin enough that they wouldn’t both tumble off the sofa.
She then braced her hands on his chest and then looked down, her hair tickling his face. He smiled up at her, bucking his hips. She frowned slightly and he worried she did not like the position.
“Is this all right for you?” he asked stopping.
“No it feels so good, but you’re always on the bottom,” Orihime commented, catching her breath. He spread her deliciously with his member thrusting up just right.
“I like how you feel, being under you,” Uryuu insisted.
“But it’s okay if you’re on top sometimes…” she said.
“To tell the truth I like seeing how your breasts bounce,” he admitted sheepishly. Orihime thought about this for a moment then commenced rocking again.
“Oh… I hadn’t thought of that,” she giggled, causing him to breathe in relief. Though he moaned, she didn’t reach anywhere near a climax until his fingers slipped up to the place where they were joined and tickled at her clit.
Orihime’s cries changed in pitch and he felt her starting to clench. Under him, the sofa creaked a bit but remained sturdy under them both as they made love.
“Uryuu…. Oh yes… don’t stop… Uryuu!” she pleaded.
“Ori… hime… I… yes…” he gasped panting deeply as his hips snapped up harder. Then she shook and shuddered moments after he pushed one last time and arched his back fully, lifting her and him off the sofa with his cry.
Wet, sweaty and sticky she lay listening to his heartbeat. He smirked fully playing with her hair as he enjoyed the tingling afterglow. Orihime sleepily curled up so her lips kissed his chin then his mouth. Reaching down she then pulled off his glasses and put them on the table near her hairpins, loving the sigh rasping past her ear.
“Uryuu kun that was the best yet,” she commented, stretching out on him.
“I agree,” he said with a nod, sleepily rubbing her back. He was content to just lay here for the rest of the evening and surrender to sleep.
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