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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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Sighing, Ichigo zipped up his pants and peered back over his shoulder towards the figure huddled on the bed. Senna was fast asleep, and if he spent any more time without coming back home he was going to annoy the hell out of his father, Ichigo figured. The door to the small bathroom was still open, steam frosting the mirror’s surfaces. A damp towel hung over the nearby rack. Smoothing his damp hair, Ichigo collected the rest of his clothes and hastily dressed. Ikumi was going to kill him.
He had busied himself from the worry about not being able to protect Karakura Town by immersing himself in work and school. Only Tatsuki was the person he confided in, and now not very much. Senna was his sense of sanity now. He could tell her anything and she woudln't question him. In the past few weeks he found out that she had been assigned to Karakura town as one of its new protectors but she shared the duty with two other shinigami. On the days she had off, she spent with Ichigo.
But now he was beginning to doubt even her.
He quickly slipped on his shoes and rushed to the street. Leaping onto the bus he just managed to catch it. About a half hour later Ichigo leapt off and ran towards the Unagiya shop. The bell jingled after he opened the door and let it slam behind him.
Shapely bottom facing him, the owner and proprietor said in a muffled voice, “You’re late, Ichigo kun. But I guess I should be glad you came in at all. Where the hell have you been? I’ve work for you!”
“Sorry Ikumi san,” Ichigo mumbled, walking up behind her with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Ikumi bobbed her head up, adjusting her cap to look at him.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Start shifting those boxes from that pallet into the back storeroom,” Ikumi barked, jerking her thumb in that direction. Nodding quietly Ichigo bent down to pick up one of the nearest boxes.
Surprise filled her face. The shop owner grabbed another box and followed her young errand boy into the store room. “What’s wrong? You sick?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” Ichigo muttered, setting down the box.
“No usual smartass quips, and complaints about how I’m overworking you, that’s what,” the shop owner half joked. She set her box down next to him and squatted next to him, pressing a hand to his forehead.
“I’m ok,” the orange haired teen grumbled.
“Bull,” Ikumi cut him off. “I don’t’ feel any temperature but I know you well enough to know that you’re not yourself. What’s going on?”
Brown eyes gleaming with irritation her errand boy sassed, “Why should you worry?”
Surprise filled his expression after feeling her rest a hand on his hunched shoulder to give it a squeeze. “Because I’m your boss, that’s why. You work your ass off despite being late, and bitching about the hours, but you always end up doing a good job. Now won’t you confide in me a bit?”
Reluctantly he began, “There’s a girl…”
A familiar energy crackled through Ikumi that minute when she interrupted, “Oh… you have a girlfriend? I thought you were gay.”
“Excuse me?” Ichigo snapped, all ready to give her a piece of his mind about 1. how he wasn’t gay just because he hadn’t shared his love life, and 2. What was wrong with a guy or girl being gay?
Fortunately he didn’t have to give either diatribe because Ikumi patted him on the back saying, “Easy there, I’m fine with people being gay, straight or bi. It’s just that if you WERE gay I was waiting for you to tell me about some cute guy you were bunking with.”
“Give me a BREAK! Why would I talk about THAT? What if your son was around? I wouldn’t talk about stuff like this in front of my sisters!” Ichigo protested, his hackles rising.
Instead the shop owner glanced back and forth, lowering her voice to a whisper, “Kaoru’s still at school. So out with it. How long have you been seeing your girlfriend?”
“She’s NOT my girlfriend!” Ichigo snapped.
“You’d better not have gotten her into trouble,” Ikumi warned. “I hope you used a condom.”
“You’re worse than my FATHER!” Ichigo yelped, blushing tomato red.
Resting her hands on her hips she glared at him, and lectured, “You’re father may be insane, but he’s got a good head on his shoulders, unlike a lot of men.”
“Annoying old man,” grumbled Ichigo.
The shop owner smirked, as if she was privy to some joke, which irritated the orange haired young man even more. She then said, “He called asking if you’d showed up for work.”
Eyes popping wide open Ichigo leapt back and yelped, “Wait a minute, he CALLED here? What the hell? He never does that!”
“I covered for you. But you really should call him back,” Ikumi said. “He was whining about how you’d upset your sisters with worrying about you.”
“Mind your own business,” Ichigo sassed, but the shop proprietor glared at him.
“You’re lucky to have a father who cares,” she muttered as she smacked the back of his head. “Now get back to work. And NEXT time you’d better confide in me, Ichigo kun!”
“Right, fine, I’ll do it,” Ichigo grumbled.
“So, what girl is this? An old flame or a new girl?” Ikumi persisted as Ichigo sauntered back into the main part of the store. She bent at the knees and hefted a box. Ichigo bent over and yelped.
“Bend your knees stupid!” his boss snapped, shoving him down to a squatting position.
“Shut up,” Ichigo whined. Sighing, Ikumi then went and grabbed a warm pack out of the nearby microwave and yanked Ichigo to his feet.
“Lay down and YOU shut up!” The shop owner scolded, pushing him onto the sofa. “Lie on your stomach.”
Ichigo did so, burying his face in his folded arms. He grumbled, “You’re as bad as your niece…”
“Oh hush, if it wasn’t for Tatsuki chan I wouldn’t have gotten my hands on you as an odd jobs errand boy,” she murmured. Ikumi then applied the hot back to his sore muscles, and sat next to him. Strong fingers kneaded the healing cream into his skin expertly.
“Yeah, but still…” he trailed off.
“I haven’t heard from her in a while. Is she behaving herself?” she asked.
“How should I know? You’re her aunt right?”
“And you’re her BEST friend,” the proprietor reminded him. “Anyhow you really are being stupid for the son of a doctor. I would have thought you’d remember to pick up heavy boxes properly.”
Sighing in frustration, he realized that he wasn’t going to get out of this inquisition anytime soon. So he began, “She’s a girl that I barely remember. And we got caught up in the moment. But now I feel like… it’s wrong.”
“What’s that?” Ikumi asked, trying to massage the kinks out of his muscles.
“OW! We went off together, and I spent the night at her home. But then I left her a note and slipped away. It didn’t feel right…” Ichigo explained.
His boss frowned. “And why not?”
“Because things don’t’ add up,” Ichigo replied, lifting his head to look at her.
“You’ve got sense in that head of yours. I take it you’ve not introduced her to your family?” she asked.
“Not really,” he admitted.
“Is it yes or no?” Ikumi demanded, managing to work out a knot. Ichigo yelped.
“She comes out of nowhere, claims she knows me, and then throws herself at me. I’m lonely and well…”
“So it’s a booty call. A sympathy ‘fuck’?” whispered Ikumi.
“I didn’t think you used that sort of language,” grumbled Ichigo.
“I don’t use it around my son, but around you it’s fine,” said Ikumi rolling her eyes.
“That’s not what it is either! I don’t KNOW what it was, but it felt right at the time and…” Ichigo blurted out, his face deep red with what he figured would be a permanent occurrence around this crazy boss as well as his idiotic father.
Softly the shop owner queried, “And you’re regretting it because you’re in love with someone else?”
Ichigo puffed out his breath, “I…”
Gently she patted his back. “Look Ichigo kun, there’s no shame in having a sex life. But you should explain to that girl what’s what.”
Since she already twisted his arm to admit what was going on, Ichigo figured there was no harm in leveling with her. Besides, given the choice between seeking advice from Isshin and Ikumi, his boss seemed the lesser of two evils. Maybe she’d calm down if he ‘confided in her’ this once. “I’m afraid if I go back there… I won’t leave. And yet I feel like I’m cheating on her…”
“Her as in the first girl, or the one you’re carrying a torch for?” Ikumi then asked.
“Rukia,” said Ichigo. “The girl I came here from seeing is Senna. But Rukia…”
“Rukia’s the girl you really want to be with, isn’t it? You feel guilty because you wanted to be that close to Rukia, and since she’s not around…” Ikumi guessed.
“Yeah, you caught me out, damn it. How do you know so much about things?” asked Ichigo, burying his face into his folded arms again.
“Because I’m a mom, and I’ve been around the block a few times. Well, don’t’ worry about it. What I’d do is arrange to meet this Senna in a neutral place. If you want I’ll come with you and hold your hand,” she teased.
Ichigo lifted his head, surprise written on his face. “You would do that?”
“Of course dummy,” said Ikumi as she rubbed his back. “But right now I’m taking you home so you can tell your family what’s been going on. Or at least your father. He’s called at least twice!”
“My dad? No way. He could care less what I do. He’s always whining about my sisters but not me…” Ichigo snorted, sitting up.
“Come on,” she urged, yanking Ichigo to his feet.
**
That next day, Tatsuki had no classes at high school. Only her job at the dojo as an instructor. One of the days where she could put in a full day’s work and lose her irritations in instruction. She had plenty since last night and it had taken a good while to calm down. Colorful curses spun their way in her brain and it took considerable willpower to keep them from spewing off her tongue.
Tatsuki usually enjoyed Fridays at the dojo. Very few cranky parents and a reasonable number of students. She also didn’t mind the change in her life’s direction when it came to where she spent a good number of those nights. Now at the last class she sensed one reiatsu standing out like a beacon. Silvery blue and unmistakable.
The presence of a silver haired patron standing just inside the door glancing at her carefully was hardly dissuasion but she already had sensed his reiatsu from a distance. Tatsuki felt the weight of his gaze on her and returned it with a mere tilt of her head as she excused her students. The neatly patched rip on her karate gi had invited some questions but had been unseen and unnoticed by others.
“Goodbye Arisawa san!” her students chorused. The whole line bowed.
“Take care and see you next time,” Tatsuki called to them as she inclined her head. They then filed out, moving towards their parents and family members. Past the silver haired man wearing a tan raincoat over a dark grey pinstripe suit with white shirt and black tie. More and more often he refrained from wearing the ones with the crosses embroidered on it. For whatever reason she wasn’t sure but it may have had to do with her coaxing.
“Arisawa san, if you have a moment,” he said quietly.
“Depends on how long,” she answered, striding up to him. Around her neck she draped a towel. Her suit stuck to her body in places.
From behind his back he held out a bouquet of red roses with baby’s breath. “Long enough for a peace offering perhaps?” he murmured. Tatsuki’s eyes widened. He didn’t come here before with flowers. Sure he had given her them in the past but never a full dozen red roses.
“What is this for?” she trailed off.
“Considering the emotional turmoil Uryuu and I instilled in you last night I thought it appropriate,” he said in a hushed tone.
The tips of her fingers twitched from the restraint of simply rushing up and catching him in a tight but embarrassing hug or strangling him. So she settled for reaching for the hand he extended and leading him into a quiet corner out of eyeshot. Turning him around she backed him into a nearby uniform room and closed the door behind her.
In the shadows of the hanging uniforms she began, “That’s a good start, but I’m still mad at you.”
Narrow sapphire eyes widened just a slight bit. Ryuuken knew that angry glare well, how she tensed in a hunched over position, stepping ever closer so he felt his head collide with the soft cloth of tops and bottoms on their racks. The scent of detergent hung thickly with the acrid reiatsu she exuded. “When I awakened with the sheets cold and empty of you in our bed, with a good number of your clothes gone, I saw it very prudent to assess the situation.”
“No kidding,” Tatsuki grumbled, balling a fist at him. “Honestly, what WERE you thinking embarrassing Uryuu like that? Hasn’t he been through enough lately?”
“Raising one’s voice and driving a pregnant woman to near hysteria is very unhealthy for the baby,” Ryuuken countered, glaring down at her with that icy gaze of his. “I do not wish our child to be compromised.”
Her dark brown eyes hardened. “If that’s all you’ve come to say, then maybe you’d better leave.”
“I apologize, Tatsuki. Perhaps I was a bit out of line with regard to Uryuu,” he said in a low mutter, his face frozen into a cold mask.
At the same moment she stepped towards him, back leaned against the wall, he slipped his arm around her waist and drew her towards him. Her hands hit his lapel simultaneously to his hands sliding down her backside. For a moment she inhaled the scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne masking it as well as his coffee laded breath. Likewise he brushed his nose past her ear and tightened his grip. Folding her hands at the back of his neck she stood on tiptoes and brushed her lips to his finding the Quincy’s mouth slightly open in anticipation descending onto hers. Ryuuken’s tongue slid into her mouth to obliterate any protest she dared to voice.
Even though she had been with him a number of times, the act itself still took her breath away. Maybe it was encountering his silvery white aura, or his commanding presence. Knowing that she could worm her way through it by a few touches and intimate gestures that nobody else would be allowed to perform.
Bitter cigarettes and coffee moved onto her palate with a strange mint aftertaste. Tatsuki let out a satisfied, “Mmm.”
Ryuuken let the smallest moan escape his throat as he surfaced for air, dark blue eyes intensely fixed into hers. “I take it that the events of last night have not continued to anger you… due to the flowers.”
“Well you were being a male chauvinist jerk even though I know you’ve got your pride. I can understand that, but I felt smothered,” Tatsuki murmured.
“You are correct that I am a very proud man, and that I protect what is mine. Including the mother of my child, and my future wife,” Ryuuken whispered into her ear.
“If I didn’t know you better and respect that part of you I’d floor you with the idea of me being labeled as ‘yours’ like some sort of possession. But I know it means that I’m ‘yours’ in the sense that we’re in a committed relationship so I’ll let it slide,” Tatsuki warned him, reaching up to smooth out his tie and tug on it.
“And I’m also correct that the source of your ire was forcing my son to apologize to you, and you thought me in the wrong for demanding so. Even though you accepted his apology out of family honor.”
“I don’t have to like it, but I knew it was Qu…. Ishida pride,” she whispered. Lip twitching at the quick correction Ryuuken gave a slight smirk.
“I think it would be prudent given the circumstances to discuss concrete wedding plans,” Ryuuken said clearing his throat.
Tatsuki blushed deeply and then looked down. “Yeah… I… I think that would be a good idea. But I think you and your son should also have a man to man talk. Because if this is going to keep up, you need to have it out.”
“You disagree?” Ryuuken murmured. “At this juncture Uryuu will doubtless wish to isolate himself. I cannot and will not humor his childish behavior. If he wishes to speak to you or I, he will initiate contact.”
“Still, would you please think about it?” Tatsuki asked, sighing.
Pushing up his glasses, the white haired director of Karakura Hospital rolled his eyes. “Very well, but to the subject of wedding plans…”
“This has a lot to do with whether they’re there or not. And half of me understands WHY you want to bring up the date, but the rest wants to wait till you iron things out with Uryuu. It’s not just for me and you it’s for the kid.” Tatsuki nodded slowly.
“All right, I will consider the matter,” Ryuuken relented, kissing her on the forehead. “But I can make no promises regarding Uryuu at this point.”
“Thanks. I respect your reasons and all, but leaving him out of the wedding is a bad idea,” Tatsuki warned him. “At least send him an invitation and ask him to be your best man.”
“Isshin will fulfill that role, and I assume y our friend Orihime will wish to be maid of honor,” murmured Ryuuken.
“Yeah, I can see where that’d be a safer move,” grumbled Tatsuki. “And since I’m not the least bit interested in anyone else… and since you’d fill them with holes or find some way to get them arrested…”
His lip corner twitched up a bit as he felt her hand sliding down to caress his ass through his pants. Only a faint grunt indicated her giving it a pinch. Against her belly she felt the hard lump pushing into her and smirked at the affect she had on him lately. She leaned up to whisper, “you just want to get laid don’t you?”
“Ahem, I beg your pardon, young lady,” Ryuuken grumbled.
“What board meeting did you walk out of early?” she teased.
“One that I could leave to the assistant director. How long will it take you to get changed?” he asked, bending down again to kiss her forehead.
“I smell like sweat, gross, and you still want to hug me?” she said wrinkling her nose.
“Sweat contains pheromones which are arousing,” Ryuuken clarified, running his hands over her back.
The Quincy doctor rested on hand on her shoulder in order to spin her around and jerk the dark haired young woman towards him so her muscular back pressed to his front. He slid both hands around to her chest and began to untie her gi. Immediately Tatsuki pressed her rump upwards into his groin hard enough to feel him growing in desire for her. Long skilled fingers of a surgeon deftly worked the knot out only to stop.
Tatsuki knew a second later why he halted when she sensed the small reiatsu. Ryuuken’s hand slipped over her mouth but she ground down into his hips in retaliation at his boldness. A familiar young male voice called out, “Tatsuki san! Are you in there? There’s a phone call for you!”
“I’m just sorting out uniforms! I’ll be out in a minute!” called back Tatsuki, after yanking Ryuuken’s hand from her mouth by pinching his thumb and twisting it away. He hissed in displeasure.
“Foolish irritating young punk,” mumbled Ryuuken in her ear. Hearing this Tatsuki suppressed the chortle in her throat because it was so fun to see him lose control of a situation. Especially hard and hot behind her, his firm muscles tensing against her back. One of Ryuuken’s hands dipped into the front of her pants snaking past the elastic of her panties. Tatsuki bit down hard to stifle the moan emanating after his slightly callused fingers curled into her opening.
“What was that?” asked the voice.
“I said in a minute! Besides, my shift is over! Why are you guys hunting ME down?” she shouted back, wriggling her backside against Ryuuken’s pelvis since his fingers rubbed tantalizingly where she most needed them. Twisting her head back she shot him an evil glare that would have startled lesser men.
Ryuuken however tightened his grip on her, one hand on her breast, the other on her mound, almost crushing her to him. That spirit pressure of his seemed to wrap around her tingling her skin. Stupid quincies.
“It was a call from Karakura General hospital. The Director wants to make an appointment with you! You know that since you’re the one who’s helping manage that liaison that…” began the man.
Tatsuki’s evil glare could have burned holes in Ryuuken that moment. “All right, I GOT the message. I’ll arrange to see him!”
The voice, ragged at the edges implored, “I don’t want to lose this account! You know that it’s crucial for them to patronize us. Please, could you open this door! I feel stupid talking to…”
Releasing her, Ryuuken backed into the lines of uniforms and pressed flat to the wall. He nodded and Tatsuki adjusted her gi to walk over and open the door. Stupid doctor. Now she felt wet, sweaty and uncomfortable thanks to him. Yanking it open she snarled, “Fine! Fine! I’m hot, tired and I need a shower! I’ll go see him ASAP!”
“Are… you ok?” asked the dojo instructor. “There’s no need to snap.”
“I’m sorry,” Tatsuki muttered as she bowed, wondering just how Ryuuken was going to slip out of that uniform room unseen.
**
Fabric always had different smells, Uryuu told himself. Surrounded by bolts of multicolored fabric he ran his fingers over, he felt nearly on sensory overload. Sunflower seams had a plethora of materials he could pore over. He pushed a bit of hair back behind one ear before returning to fingering brocade on the other aisle.
Yet the cloth was a mere distraction from the nicer one rushing towards him at the store. “Uryuu kun! I got your phone call. Are you ok?”
Clearing his throat the Quincy turned around and strode over to her. He deposited a kiss on her cheek the instant she flung her arms around his neck and squeezed him to her in a bone crunching hug. “I apologize that I was not there, but I had mitigating circumstances come up.”
“What was it?” asked Orihime caressing his cheek.
The Quincy cleared his throat. “I am afraid I must apologize that I must find the correct words to explain,” he said. “But it is not a matter of life and death.”
“Oh… that’s ok. At least you called. But I WAS worried,” Orihime murmured, kissing his cheek. Still he blushed, glancing around the store at anyone who may see them. Not that he minded but such public displays of affection were still a bit… shameful and others thought them perverted.
“I… I promise I will tell you what happened when I feel comfortable discussing it,” he said, clearing his throat.
Awkward silence hung thickly about them. She then murmured, “I… I see you’ve seen the new fabrics! They’ll be perfect for the club’s upcoming fashion show!”
“Indeed. I’m very pleased with the selection. I’ve already starting selecting the ones I want,” he said as he nodded to the shopping basket filled with notions.
“Actually that one up there looks VERY nice,” Orihime pointed, her head bent back. “I just would love to reach it.”
“I’ll call a sales clerk to help,” he began.
She seized his arm. “No, don’t worry. I can get it if you give me a boost.”
He pushed up his glasses, blushing a bit. “Orihime I do think that is far from a wise idea.”
“Please? I don’t want to trouble them. One of them is on their coffee break and the other’s dealing with a line of customers at the cash register,” she began.
The young Quincy shook his head and relented, bending down to make a stirrup with both hands. “As you wish.”
***
A few minutes later various sewing notions crashed down on Uryuu’s head. He admired the view looking up the slender legs of his girlfriend perched on his shoulders but there was only so much a man could take.
“I’ve almost got it Uryuu,” she sang out. Catching a glimpse of her panties he shivered, trying to will himself to calm down.
“That’s not all that I almost have,” he couldn’t resist saying aloud.
“What was that, Uryuu?” she asked.
“Orihime that’s quite enough,” he grumbled.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, bending down. Uryuu reached up and placed a hand on her bottom.
“Orihime, please come down. I need to talk to you,” said the Quincy sternly. With huge eyes she glanced back.
“O… okay Uryuu…” she trailed off. He helped her to scramble down, before setting her on her feet. Yet his arms wrapped around her possessively, almost crushing her to his lean frame.
“Orihime,” he whispered, unable to control himself as his lips found hers. A confused squeal escaped her lips, curtailed in a muffled mew.
Now his hand slid down to pinch her rounded bottom, kneading and caressing it with abandon. Since they were now officially dating he felt his Quincy honor could be satisfied by molesting her with such abandon. Orihime pulled back, breathing and dizzy. “Uryuu… I’m confused… I thought you were angry and now you’re kissing me. What’s going on?”
“I apologize for toying with your emotions but it was extremely hard to stare up your skirt for long while you got down those sewing supplies.”
That cute confused look melted into despair that he hated so much. “I… I’m sorry to be such a burden… I didn’t realize how heavy I wa…”
“That wasn’t it Orihime. It’s just that having your wonderfully attractive body within view of me without being able to touch you was very arousing,” Uryuu confessed, lips near her ear. That raspy edge to his voice caused goose pimples to blister on her skin. Pulling by her bottom Uryuu pressed her up into his pelvis. She couldn’t resist raising her leg the slightest bit to rub against the outside of his. Since they were alone in the back aisle of the store she lost inhibition. Taking him by his lapels Orihime caught him in a kiss.
Since control was wrested from him the Quincy let out a startled noise this time. His girlfriend eagerly slipped her tongue past his lips tasting him. Uryuu felt the presence of reiatsu nearby and backed her towards the nearest alcove obscured by bolts of cloth. She felt a sadness tingling his reiatsu ever since they met at school. The absence of him in her bed was painfully apparent last night.
“Uryuu… can’t you please tell me what’s wrong?” Orihime murmured as she clung tightly to him, listening to his heartbeat. For a few minutes she listened to the rapid flutter before he let out a cough.
“Didn’t Tatsuki tell you?” murmured Uryuu, staring past her at one of the nearby brocades instead of making direct eye contact. Blue eyes looked stormy and overcast.
“You mean about her going to be a mother?” asked Orihime, eyes widened at the realization as she regarded him.
His chin muscles tightened. “That’s it exactly. You knew before I did. Not even my own father would tell me such things. I had to ask directly.”
“Maybe asking Tatsuki right away wasn’t the best idea? I was going to tell you,” she trailed off. “But you didn’t show up last night and I was worried. Then you called and said something had come up.”
“That was the matter that came up,” he explained. “I just needed some time alone to process it. I do hope you understand.”
She nodded, giving him a small smile of understanding. “You needed ‘Uryuu time’, right?”
“Thank you, for allowing it for me. There are just some things a person must face alone before the shock wears off,” he further explained, embracing her again.
“Maybe we should invite them over for dinner and I could make them something,” she suggested. “Tatsuki chan hasn’t told her parents yet.”
“Right now Ryuuken is one of the people I do not wish to see,” grumbled Uryuu.
Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek that flared pink, she pleaded, “But you have to face him sometime. Please Uryuu?”
“I must apologize again. If I saw him before me now I’d not hesitate to start another shouting match. I must deal with my anger in a more productive manner.”
“Oh…” whispered his girlfriend. “Well… let’s buy the cloth and talk about it a bit… at my place?”
“Very well,” Uryuu agreed. “I think that would be wise.”
**
As soon as Orihime and her boyfriend returned to her place the Quincy kept to himself. The further they had gone from the store the fewer words the young man spoke. Present in his blue eyes was a glassy distance. once they arrived at her apartment she wrapped her arm around his shoulders as if to maintain a connection with him physically. Even though she knew he internalized his emotions, enough was enough. He wasn't the only participant in this relationship, so it was high time she reminded him of that fact.
"Let me get the door," she murmured, fishing out her keys one handed. The small metallic leek jingled against the other objects while she still kept her other hand on his slumped shoulders.
Through his jacket she could feel the tension in his muscles. Hand on his arm she guided him around her to enter first. He then walked in like an automaton, not bothering to look back at her. Then she swing around him to push the door closed with one foot. Accustomed to carrying large bags of groceries she had mastered the art of one handed door securing.
Both deadbolts clicked into place before she nudged him sofa wards whispering, "I'll make some tea."
However because she felt his shoulders quivering she instead drew him into the circle of her arms. They folded at the small of his back, so she could transfer her body warmth to his. Even though he wasn't used to physical contact she wanted to bestow all the affection she could muster on him since there was a distinct lack of it in his family. At first he didn't return the embrace but the relaxation of his once taught muscles became apparent after he leaned towards her. The weight of his slender yet muscled body absorbed the warmth she transferred. Like a thawing entree he grew ever more flexible enough to return her hug.
Soon he found himself guided to her sofa, her hands pressing down on his shoulders to pose the full sized action figure of a man. Before Orihime sat down next to him she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and hugged him, depositing a kiss where the lone of his hair met the nape of his neck. She peppered his neck from jaw to ear with tiny kisses, then let go long enough to swing around the couch and plunk into the seat next to him. Snaking his arm out her boyfriend then tugged her onto his lap so she sat across it crossways. Noses mere inches from each other he quickly leaned in for a kiss. Barely a second of looking in her eyes and his hands roamed up and down her soft curves. the notion of tea quickly disappeared from both their minds.
Impatiently he tugged at the buttons of her shirt, ripping them off in the process to hear her squeak of surprise. He pushed the halves aside to stare blushing at her breasts before he cupped them to tease her nipples. Simultaneously she reached around and under his hands to tug his zipper down revealing his muscled chest bedecked with the scar. Uryuu lay down dragging her with him so she lay atop him. Humming happily she angled her mouth over his for a wet open mouthed kiss. He hummed into her mouth as well, sliding his hand down her hip to unzip her skirt.
Inoue broke the kiss for air long enough to sit astride his hips. Uryuu helped her unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants. Already she felt moist and ready for his entrance. The Quincy lifted her up with his strong hands on her hips. She let out a satisfied groan sinking down onto him. Intertwining their fingers she moved in unison with her lover. His deep eyes stared up at her intently through his glasses and she could see herself in them. Bare breasted, heaving with breaths and her eyes rolling back into her head once he reached up to stimulate her.
Silver flashes erupted in both their brains, resulting from a toe curling limit they both reached one after the other. Everything became her lips, his eyes, their wet kisses and their soft moans.
After he caught his breath the Quincy wrapped his thin but strong arms around her and sighed. Orihime mirrored the sigh and buried her head into his neck to inhale his scent happily.
“Better?” she purred.
“Most definitely. Thank you love,” Uryuu whispered, giving her a kiss. “And next time I will depend on you more.”
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