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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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Orihime remembered their first tentative kiss as if it were just yesterday. It had been in handicrafts just like this. But they were more unsure of themselves:

Nervous blue eyes were guarded behind the squared off lenses. From his wrist hung a silver bracelet with a small cross charm that barely jingled with his movements. Orihime recalled stepping over towards him when he tentatively held up his measuring tape.
Only briefly did it touch across her breasts with the faintest whisper of his fingers. Immediately pale cheeks flushed light pink, then beet red. He almost tripped over his own feet backpedalling. That flustered, "My apologies Inoue san."
Her disarming smile spread along with her nearly shuteyes, a signal to him it was all right. Both jittered with nervous excitement that buzzed between them. One-step brought her close to him so she could rest hands on his shoulders. Always in battle, he kept his head but when it came to another fight, he kept his distance.
Yet as an archer, he maintained a distance from the battle. Selecting the precise moment to knock a spirit charged arrow to a similarly energetic string. Not charging in boldly at close quarters.
Inoue's face turned partly to the side trying to gaze into nerve-guarded eyes flickering back and forth. After all sort of danger faced he grew unhinged in handicrafts club. She murmured, "Ishida kun?"
"Inoue san," he coughed. Why the sudden distance in the living world even though they had faced multiple dangers physically closer? Fortunately, he did not step away at the contact of her soft breasts to his heaving chest. She slid her hands down either shoulder smoothing all the way over muscles hidden by a school shirt.
Her nose brushed his during the effort to kiss him. Hot breath fanned her cheeks from between parted lips. She closed her eyes a second before the barest flutter of a kiss graced her mouth. After her hopes sank, the mouth returned for a longer period accompanied by his arms wrapping around her. Inoue pursed her lips unsure of quite how to move them except for hints from multiple novels, girl magazines, and romance films.
Warm and strong against her his sensitive hands rested along her back as if assorting needle and thread. He handled her as reverently as his sewing notions. Together they discovered the skills inherent in crafting a memory.
***
Since that first kiss there had been others. Yet she wanted to push further. Perhaps that was why he'd been hesitant before. Now she hoped they would come closer as she walked out of school hand in hand with him. They boarded the bus together, jostled and shoved together amidst the rush hour crowd.
Buses were both good and bad things, Ishida noted.
Bad in the sense that people jostled about in the confined space ever increasing in human density with each stop it took. Good in that Orihime squeezed more tightly to him out of necessity for space. Therefore Uryuu maneuvered her so her front pressed to his. He tried to convince himself that resting one hand on her backside shielded it from anyone else rubbing up into it but his mind knew it was for a less chivalrous reason. With one arm wrapped around his waist she stood so her chin pressed into his shoulder. Her other gripped the lower segment of the nearest metal pole at the same time he clung to one of the straps hanging down.
Because no seats were available Uryuu and Orihime stood with their feet slightly apart in order to brace themselves for the sudden starts and stops. Accustomed to riding on a bus the Quincy found by slightly bending his knees they could avert bumping too much into the other riders.
Orihime’s bare thighs brushed up against Uryuu’s school pants the same color of her short skirt. She was glad for the tightly buttoned blazer she wore and he sported, because it rubbed against her chest just the right way to ease the tingling desire in her sensitive breasts. Especially since Uryuu’s chest moved slightly against them. The way his sleek straight hair was styled tucked behind one ear intrigued her but she missed his first hairstyle; the one she liked best but wouldn’t tell him aloud for fear of offending him.
Again her pelvis smashed against the hard lump in his pants, generating that tingle between her legs. One she was used to relieving through private time at home. She thanked Chizuro and the many interesting books she’d looked through on the subject of what girls were supposedly doing to relieve the ‘itch’ caused by desire. Yet she realized as well that reality and fantasy didn’t always intersect in the way one would think, but it was certainly fun trying to apply it in real life. Blending elements of someone’s secret lemony dreams put into words into a recipe for her own desires. It was far better than coming out of ignorance.
One of her knees bent more slightly then the other shifting between Uryuu’s parted legs. She felt the motion of his chest heaving in and out hearing a loud swallow from his throat. Through the cacophony of babies whimpering, people chattering on cell phones, and the noise of the bus engine she heard him whisper, “Inoue san, be careful…”
“Why?” she whispered
“Because I am afraid I will not endure until we arrive at my apartment if you don’t,” he half hissed through tightened lips. At first she was afraid he was angry but a twist of her head to the side later brought his face in view of hers.
Both his lips were parted, his dark eyes blurred by his glasses, but they appeared far from angry. More serious and focused. His pupils appeared dilated and his cheeks were flushed a shade of rose. Orihime murmured, “Ohh...”
Wrapping her arms around him more tightly she gave him an embrace and giggled slightly. She loved the warmth of his slender body there so close and how the bus lurched flinging him right into her as it squealed to a stop. Both their faces almost collided, Uryuu feeling her lips brush against his now crimson cheek. Steadying each other they reached down to pick up their bags. Orihime glanced down seeing the prominent tenting of his pants and turned around, reaching for his hand.
“If I walk in front of you will it help?” she giggled.
“That would be very prudent and considerate of you, Inoue san,” he agreed, breath rasping in his throat. Gingerly he made his way after her and nearly stumbled off the bus.
Together they moved through the crowd, Orihime keeping only a few steps before him while he shuffled the rest of the way hand in hand with her. She felt the buldge in his pants bumping lightly against her backside, giggling at the knowlege of what she'd caused in him. And in the hope that many answers would be revealed.
**
Hiding his prominent an obvious erection she reached for the keys he passed to her and almost tapped his feet nervously while she unlocked the front door for him. Then he gently urged her inside to let it slam behind them. It was a glass door that opened onto the stairwell. A hall led to the first floor of apartments. Sighing the Quincy pushed up his glasses and whispered, “It’s the third floor.”
“Okay,” Orihime murmured, tugging him by the hand. She figured she should continue to be his ‘modesty shield’.
Two tense moments of stair climbing later and Uryuu felt as if he’d lose himself then and there in his pants. He gasped leaning heavily against his classmate who stopped at the apartment he mentioned. Carefully she unlocked the door almost dropping the keys in the process. Then the couple pitched forward as the door swung open. Orihime tumbled to the ground yelping “Whoops!”
“Inoue san!” gasped the Quincy, landing on top of her so Orihime lay just inside the door. His skinny body was resting on top, and his leg wrapped over her curved hip. For a second he saw stars as his forehead collided with the back of hers. In that brief moment his body pressed to her back and she would have giggled if she hadn’t realized what had just happened.
At his cry of pain Orihime asked, “Oh my goodness Ishida kun are you okay? I know I have a hard head.”
“N… no harm… done… I should be asking you that question… I beg your pardon and I apologize for… landing on top of you,” Uryuu stammered, scrambling to get up. Spluttering he only managed to roll off her before Orihime shoved the door shut with her foot.
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