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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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Several hours later across Karakura town not far from the hospital, two people lay on the bed in its director's bedroom, cocooned in sheets and a blanket. Folding his arms behind his head, the silver haired doctor glanced over at his companion, and stretched a bit with the pop of shoulder joints. Beside him Tatsuki rolled her neck, cracking the joints there as well making an identical sound. Together they shared a leisurely kiss. She curled up listening to the sound of his heartbeat under one ear, feeling cool air chilling her back through the gaps of the sheet haphazardly draped over them both.

As if on cue two cell phones bleeped obnoxiously jangling with twin rings. One was Tatsuki’s trilling a rock beat, the other was Dr. Ishida’s with some jangling discordant new age jazz.

“Time to move,” Dr. Ishida murmured, rubbing her back.

“I am getting a bit stiff,” Tatsuki complained, pushing up against him as she shivered. Carefully he helped her untangle herself from him and turned his back for a moment to fetch something. The sounds of a wastecan lid slamming echoed in the otherwise silent room. Tatsuki hunted for her clothes only to find his hand extending them to her. In his other hand he held a bathrobe for her which she put on quickly.

Before he could reach for his cell phone he saw Tatsuki slithering to the floor and plucking both from his pants pocket and her skirt. “Here,” she said, shoving his towards him while trying to hide the grin on her lips.

“Thank you,” he murmured taking it from her. She felt him then grasp her other hand and pull her back up.

As she opened up her cellphone she heard him murmuring into his cellphone. “Correct. I'm taking several hours off for an offsite meeting. Any calls can be directed to the assistant director, and to my message box if it's an emergency.”

Surprised she then saw him turn his back slightly pressing a finger into his other ear. She glanced down at her own protesting phone seeing Orihime’s number. Her heart pounded with anticipation and fear once she pressed the red button and asked, “Hello, Orihime? Oh my god are you okay?”

“Tatsuki… I… I’m so sorry I didn’t… yes I’m fine!” Orihime’s anxious voice came over, sounding very alive and whole.

Tatsuki wrapped the sheet around her chest like a toga as she clenched the phone. “Orihime! What HAPPENED?”

“Tatsuki I’m okay… really. Ishida kun’s here with me… and Kurosaki kun had to...”

“Where the hell is Ichigo? And you’re with Ishida?” mumbled Tatsuki, surprise filling her.

“Kurosaki kun had to go home. With Rukia chan. But Ishida kun wanted to make sure I was okay… I… well…” trailed off Orihime.

“Ishida Uryuu?” asked Tatsuki quietly. A hand squeezed her shoulder tightly as she looked over it. The corners of Tatsuki's lips perked up in a smug grin she hid behind one hand.

“Y… yes… he wanted to stay here. I’m not alone. I know that you and he…” Orihime trailed off.

“Never mind about that,” said Tatsuki firmly. “Do you want me to come over? I was worried sick about you!”

Her friend's horrified gasp melted Tatsuki's resolve to be stern. “I’m so sorry to make you so worried… and everyone!”

“Orihime calm down. If Uryuu-kun's with you, then I’m fine. I’ll be over soon,” said Tatsuki.

Reaching around she hunted for her clothes only to notice that Dr. Ishida had folded them neatly into a pile that he handed to her. She turned around to see the director of Karakura Hospital appearing fully put back together except for a healthy flush to his skin and disheiveled silver hair. He clicked his cell phone shut before slipping it into his pocket.

Her companion squeezed her shoulder reassuringly and murmured, “I’ll give you a ride.”

“Thanks, Ryuuken,” she murmured.

“Is someone with you, Tatsuki-chan?” asked Orihime with a slightly perplexed voice.

“I’m on my way,” she said. “Stay there.”

Awkwardly they glanced at one another, Tatsuki resting her hands on her hips. Dr. Ishida pushed up his glasses with one finger in a familiar manner. He cleared his throat. “You… can freshen up in the hall bathroom there. I'll meet you back out in the living room.”

“Okay,” Tatsuki murmured, extending a hand to him. Stiffly he put his own in hers letting her lead him out of the room.

***

As Tatsuki showered quickly, several thoughts passed through her head including how she would break the news to Orihime and just what if anything she’d tell Ichigo. She violently scrubbed shampoo through her short dark hair.

Suspicion filled her quickly sensing what she felt was Orihime’s presence. Ichigo claimed to love her sure, but something nagged her mind regarding Orihime and Uryuu. The way her friend had gone on and on about ‘Ishida kun’ this and “Ishida kun’ that when she had first joined the handicrafts club. Almost as much as she’d carried on about ‘Kurosaki kun’.

Suds spun down the drain with the torrents of water tumbling down her body. Unlike in her own apartment the faucet didn’t squeak turning it off. In Orihime’s apartment all her taps squealed in protest whenever someone turned them.

Metal and glass rasped on each other. On the way stepping out Tatsuki snagged a towel off the nearby wrack to dry herself off with as quickly as she could. Another pang of suspicion shot through Tatsuki's mind as she toweled off and walked into the bedroom. She bent over to where her duffel bag lay on the floor and snatched out some fresh clothes. Uryuu's tentative and gentle kisses always seemed sweet enough but his initial hesitance baffled her. She at first figured it was because of his modesty yet another suspicion she rarely admitted till now had haunted her. Uryuu Ishida always spoke wistfully and respectfully regarding Orihime. Had he settled on her as a ‘consolation prize’ because Ichigo…

“Ready to go?” asked a deep voice from behind her. Two white sleeved arms wrapped around from behind pulling her towards a tall slender figure.

“Yeah. Though I’m surprised you offered to give me a ride since he's going to be there,” she trailed off.

“Both of us have our respective parties to talk to,” Dr. Ishida murmured, pushing up his glasses once he moved back from her.

“I thought it was the hospital you were needed at,” she murmured following him out of the apartment. He grabbed a raincoat and her jacket tossing it to her.

“There's someone I have to speak with as well, who happens to be at the same location,” said Dr. Ishida, opening the door for her.

Both rode the elevator down in silence to the parking garage. Tatsuki rocked back and forth on her heels leaning against the railing of the elevator. Every inch of her body tingled with Quincy reishi much as it did whenever she had been around Uryuu Ishida. Her companion stood with his hands reaching in his jacket pocket for a familiar packet and lighter.

“You are NOT going to smoke in an elevator,” Tatsuki scolded.

“It IS my elevator,” Dr. Ishida mumbled back unimpressed. Tatsuki promptly punched him lightly on the arm.

“And it's the same air we're sharing,” Tatsuki shot back.

Dr. Ryuuken Ishida merely humphed, and relented. Besides, there was always the parking garage and all the space outdoors. He still held her hand leading her towards his car. Lights flickered along with the beep of the car horn.

Not surprised he opened the passenger door for her she climbed into the soft smooth leather seat. Her fingers ran over the simulated wood paneling of the interior. Smoke drifted to her nostrils after Ryuuken touched the electric lighter to the end of a cigarette perched in his lips. Only because he opened a window did Tatsuki keep her mouth shut.

“Great, just great,” she mumbled, folding her arms across her chest. “Stupid cancer sticks. And you're a doctor.”

“Everyone has one vice or habit,” he murmured.

“Idiot,” Tatsuki grumbled, glaring at him.

Dr. Ishida seemed unaffected as always but tipped the ash off the end of the cigarette out the window instead of pulling out the ashtray. Ever since she started studying under him they had debated about the cigarettes. There was an understanding between them that the Quincy wouldn't smoke during training sessions and she wouldn't nag him. What he chose to do outside the room was his business but now the rules had changed.

Her cheeks burned with slight embarrassment. What would happen when the others returned and found what had happened? Ryuuken had said he wouldn’t let her go. Not that she wanted to, but still...Since Tatsuki knew exactly where Orihime lived they arrived much more quickly then if Ryuuken had simply traced his son’s energy. Though Tatsuki wondered just what they’d think when they realized who had brought her here. Considering Uryuu’s estranged relationship with his father she was certain sparks were going to fly.

Pensively she sat with her arms folded across her chest in the passenger seat asking herself more disturbing questions. Had she herself settled for Uryuu because Ichigo paid her no attention? Tatsuki winced. How could she accuse Uryuu of something she had possibly done herself? Right now she felt more inclined to pound Ichigo once she ran into him again.

***

Back in Orihime's apartment she felt the Quincy tensing next to her. Once the reiatsu came into range Orihime could sense it as well. Tatsuki's. She slowly rose up from where they both sat.

“She’s not the only one,” mumbled Uryuu Ishida darkly as he sensed a familiar presence.

Orihime quietly asked, “Who…”

“Who else? How did Tatsuki say she was coming?” Ishida asked, frowning as Orihime shrugged.

“She said a friend was giving her a ride…”

All blood drained from Ishida’s face as he frowned deeply. His arms wrapped tightly around Orhiime as if afraid she would be taken away. Oirhime sensed Tatsuki’s energy nearby but another that was tightly hidden near it which confused her. For it felt quite like Ishida’s did.

The sharp pounding on the door caused Orihime to flinch and Ishida to frown. Holding a finger to her lips Orihime urged him into the kitchen and mumbled, “Let me speak to her first okay?”

Brows still creased in a frown Ishida protested, “But…”

“Please trust me Ishida kun,” said Orihime softly. Unable to resist the plea in her dark eyes, Ishida sighed and stepped into the kitchen while Orihime drew back the bolts. They rasped and clicked along with the creak of the door hinge revealing Tatsuki standing with her hands shoved into her jacket pockets.

“Orihime, thank God you’re okay,” Tatsuki said as she marched through the door and hugged her friend tightly. She wrinkled her nose smelling cigarette smoke on Tatsukis’ clothes.

Orihime whispered, “I’m so sorry to worry you so much that you’ve picked up smoking!”

“Orihime I’m NOT smoking! Good god, are you okay? I was worried SICK!” she ranted as she shook Orihime who had tears in her eyes that she tried to force back.

“I’m all right… because of Ishida kun and Kurosaki kun… please don’t be upset!” cried Orihime. Over her shoulder Tatsuki glanced at the awkward figure wearing Sora's old clothing stepping out of the kitchen.

“Arisawa san… I… believe I owe you a huge apology and an explanation,” Uryuu coughed as Tatsuki held up a hand.

A fierce blush came to Tatsuki’s face standing there as she stepped back. “I… I think it’s pretty clear what’s going on here. You two took damn long enough to admit you cared about each other!”

Now it was Orihime's turn to step back nervously. “You mean you’re not mad?”

“Only an idiot wouldn’t know that you two care about each other,” Tatsuki snorted, rolling her eyes. She marched over and glared at Ishida. “And you’re the biggest dumbass of them all! If I wasn’t so relieved you’d saved Orihime’s life I’d punch you!”

“Arisawa san I’m terribly sorry I lead you on… there’s no excuse for my actions,” Ishida said quickly waving his hands. “Please accept my sincere apologies.”

“Fine,” mumbled Tatsuki. She stepped back and shoved her hands into her pockets again. “but when I see Ichigo I’m going to beat HIS ass.”

“Tatsuki-chan,” Orihime trailed off in concern.

“Are you feeling all right, Tatsuki-san? You look rather flush,” said Uryuu. He attributed it to the anger yet the smell of cigarette smoke on her clothes also made him wince.

“Don't worry about me!” she grumbled. “I'm here to see if you two are okay and since your'e both alive and in one piece it's damn nice to know that!”

“You’re not smoking are you?” he frowned.

“Even if I was, what business is it of yours?” Tatsuki mumbled, glaring at him. “Considering this is the first time we saw each other in person since you left? But enough about that. Glad you both made it back okay. Cause I would have kicked your ass if you hadn't!”

Though Uryuu opened his mouth to apologize, he continued to smell cigarette smoke. A huge frown creased his features. Then an odd look came into his eyes. “I… I see. Well no hard feelings then?”

“Look, you two belong together. No hard feelings, Uryuu san,” she said looking at him as she plastered a fake smile on her face. “Just if you hurt her I’ll beat you black and blue.”

However Ishida wasn’t staring at her at that moment because his eyes were fixed on the closed door. Marching past her he undid the deadbolts and yanked it open. Orihime shared a look of confusion at Tatsuki who suddenly winced as if expecting something unpleasant to happen. A much stronger waft of cigarette smell drifted into the apartment thanks to the person standing behind the door.

“Ryuuken,” said Uryuu in a flat tone. His shoulders slumped a bit.

Adjusting his tie with the blue quincy crosses on it, Dr. Ryuuken Ishida stepped forwards into the apartment. Orihime moved over to take Uryuu's hand tightly in a show of support while Tatsuki crossed her arms over her chest looking irritated. Clearing his throat he said, “Excuse me ladies for interrupting your reunion, but I wish to have a word with my son.”

“You've got a GREAT way of showing up, Doc,” Tatsuki mumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Anything that we have to say to one another will have to wait, Ryuuken,” Uryuu said pointedly.

“Inoue san and Arisawa san require me to stay here.”

“Dr. Ishida, I didn't want to worry you if you have to talk to your son,” mumbled Orihime before Uryuu squeezed her hand and glared at his father.

Seeing the two Quincies facing off, Tatsuki suddenly left Orihime’s side and marched over. Shoving between father and son she said, “Excuse me Doc, but I think it’s pretty crappy of you to smoke in the hall when it’s a non smoking building!”

“I beg your pardon,” Ryuuken began.

“If you’re going to smoke do it outside!” Tatsuki snapped, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him out. Uryuu’s jaw dropped in astonishment as his father was dragged bodily out of the way by the wrist.

Tatsuki poked her head back in before Uryuu could rush after her. “Don’t worry. You two just get some rest okay? Leave Ishida senior to me.”

“Leave him to you? What on earth are you talking about?” Uryuu murmured, not quite sure of what to make of all this. Considering the cigarettes he smelled on her were the identical brand his father smoked. Orhime blinked a bit, shaking her head in worry, more for Dr. Ishida than for Tatsuki.

“Later!” she called, then closed the door behind her. Exchanging odd looks, Uryuu and Orihime frowned.

“I hope she isn’t too hard on him,” mumbled Orihime.

“I don’t even know what to say to that,” Uryuu coughed, shaking his head. He’d turned bright red yet again.

“Don’t worry she won’t hurt him too badly,” said Orihime brightly.

“That’s NOT what I’m concerned about,” said Uryuu darkly peering out the window. Orihime moved

beside him to see Tatsuki climbing into a small sports car that Dr. Ishida had opened the door of. Exchanging awkward glances, Orihime and Uryuu clenched the window ledge.

“Uh… that’s nice… of him to give her a ride,” Orihime said with a slight laugh.

“Very nice. Uncharacteristically nice of him,” Uryuu grumbled. Being the highly intelligent young man he was it didn't take much to piece together what had transpired.

***
Exeting building they merely strode without touching one another. Head held high, Tatsuki kept pace with Ryuuken's steps. She had nothing to hide nor did he. Whatever fears that she had of hurting Uryuu or Orihime's feelings had now vanished. Then she reached out to take his arm stepping down to the outside of the apartment building.
Immediately he plunged his hand into his pocket and tugged out a cigarette. Tatsuki didn’t even try to stop him as he inserted it between his lips and leaned against the building to flick his lighter. Instead she simply leaned against the wall next to him watching him inhale deeply. Twin plumes of smoke surged out of his nostrils.

“I guess you’re lecture’s gonna have to wait,” said Tatsuki. “Sorry I dragged you out, but you can save your male posturing for tomorrow.”

“In a way I am relieved you did separate us. There are things I’d much rather spend my time on then lecturing my wayward son. Though he will hear from me sooner rather than later,” Ryuuken said matter of fact, holding the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger.

“Well, I guess that I don’t need to worry about being nine shades of wrong after what we did,” mumbled Tatsuki with a blush on her face.

“What we did was between two consenting people. On the other hand what my son did was quite foolish. Though it resulted in the liberation of your friend which I am pleased and relieved for.”

Grabbing his hand she squeezed it and said, “You’re darn right, buddy. Be glad that his foolishness saved Orihime. “

“Speaking of, did you tell your friend what you wished as well as my son?” asked Ryuuken, slipping his hand into hers.

“Yeah. I’ve said what I needed to say. Look, can we just go now? I really don’t want to hang around here. You can yell at Uryuu tomorrow all right? Just give him a break… for my sake and Orihime, please?”

Maneuvering the cigarette hand away Tatsuki turned around and stood directly in front of him. She stood on her tiptoes and slid a hand over to seize his lapels. Ryuuken glanced down at her with slight surprise as she bent up to kiss him. He kept the cigarette well away from her with one hand wrapping the other around her waist to pull her up towards him. Although she tasted the bitterness of cigarette smoke on his lips Tatsuki ran her toungue along the seam of his lips. They parted a second later by the Quincy's tongue slipping against hers. Tightly she pressed her body to his.
Only because she needed to breathe she ended the kiss. She drew back to see the slightly amused and irritated look on his serious face. She commented, “You know you really need to work on your interpersonal skills.”

“I am the director of a hospital young lady. My people skills are quite adequate. Though your suggestions will be given the proper consideration…” he began but Tatsuki rolled her eyes, unfazed by his stern demeanor.

“So are we getting out of here or letting you bitch because you didn’t get your way?” Tatsuki asked, leaning closer to him.

The Quincy doctor inhaled another drag on his cigarette before saying, “Since my son insists we can speak tomorrow I see little point in remaining here. There are other ways to spend my time right now."

Tatsuki smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards where his car was parked. He rolled his eyes and followed, the rest of his cigarette still dropping ash on the pavement behind him. A quick glance up at the apartment window revealed his son glaring down at both of them. Dr. Ishida grunted, less than worried about what his son thought of him considering how foolish he’d been to let Tatsuki slip through his fingers. As far as he was concerned, what he did was his business alone.
**
Two people managed to fit on a futon very nicely, Orhime figured. Especially when one of them was slender like Ishida Uryuu. Presently they curled up next to one another for warmth, blankets tucked around both like a strange cocoon. She had started by undoing the braid on his uniform and helping him out of the mantle. Next was the tunic, and he had only stopped her once with protests.

She was very insistent with her kisses on his soft lips. Knowing that Tatsuki had kissed them before didn’t make it less sweet to finally taste them. He had insisted on keeping the undershirt and boxers on. However when she turned around and undid her dress he’d yelped only slightly.

“I don’t want to wait to sleep next to you,” she murmured. “we can keep our clothes on if you want Ishida kun, but please don’t leave me alone.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Uryuu mumbled and reached for the tie of her robe.

Orihime sat down next to him on the futon nervously, wrapping an arm around him. Putting aside his uniform he wrapped a slender muscled arm around her as well. For a time they simply sat together in the cool silence of Orihime’s apartment. Each with their own racing thoughts cycling back to the here and now. Till both turned their heads simultaneously and aligned their lips in a clumsy kiss.

Not their first but their first for one another. The Quincy’s glasses almost bumped her nose but didn’t deter him from repositioning his mouth so it covered hers. Orihime giggled slightly before opening her mouth the slightest bit. The Quincy exhaled through his nose and slid his arm down to wrap around her back. Warm breath tickled their cheeks as Uryuu felt Orihime’s tongue wiggle slightly against his. Face flushed with heat he pulled back and panted to catch his breath.

She clutched his shoulders tightly as he realigned himself so their fronts pressed together. As she slid her arms around his neck Orihime almost caught his glasses with the sleeve of her robe. Uryuu twisted his body reflexively pitching them both sideways. Legs tangled together in a mad scramble leaving both of them sprawled on the futon. A minute later his glasses had flown across the room and he blinked frantically at a blurred face. One arm tingled pressed under Orihime’s shoulder while the other hand tangled in her hair. Her left hand twisted under his body somehow pinning hers halfway under it. Orihime’s left hand clenched a cheek of his buttock tightly. Both their legs sandwiched in alternating layers starting with his left buried into the futon, her right rubbing the inside tantalizingly at the same time his right clenched around it and her left wrapped around his hip.

Underneath their respective crotches moved twitching thighs which put pressure in just the right places. Lips pressed together Orihime gasped and wriggled. The Quincy moaned letting go of her hair and catching the back of her neck to kiss her once more. Since they were already tangled together accidentally and Orihime wasn’t screaming in protest Uryuu figured this was okay. Mouths merged together in a sloppy but satisfying kiss. To his relief Orihime rolled them over so he lay atop her indicating her assent. Both sides of the Quincy's dark hair dangled in her face when she peered up in mid kiss.

Uryuu released her lips reluctantly, asking, “Inoue san is this all right? I don’t want to seem too forward.”

“I’m fine Ishida kun. Don’t stop please. It feels so good and I’m tingling all over. I love being squished like this.”

“Squished… I’m very sorry,” Uryuu protested but Orihime’s kiss cut off the rest of what he had to say.

“Don’t be sorry Ishida kun. I should be sorry for not saying how I felt before. You were always so sweet and I was just so silly and crazy about Kurosaki kun. I was so confused because I didn’t know if it was right to love two people at the same time but in different ways. Then you and Tatsuki…”

“Don’t worry about it,” the Quincy mumbled, kissing her gently. “I should have declared my feelings for you outright so we could have avoided this altogether.”

“We’re both to blame then?” murmured Orihime quietly. Now Uryuu repositioned them so they lay side by side facing each other. He let go of her only long enough so he could grab the duvet and pull it over over both of them. For now he wouldn’t worry about his glasses because he was sure their trajectory had flung them towards the sofa.

“Let’s not worry about that, Inoue san,” he urged. “Right now what matters most is that we’ve declared our feelings presently. We both are facing the consequences but will do so together. Besides we’re both not to blame for anything else than any of our friends.”

“Tatsuki,” she said tentatively. He couldn’t see her clearly but saw the motion of her face wrinkling.

“Tatsuki. That IS a matter of concern and I feel horrible regarding that outcome,” he muttered.

“We should explain things better to her tomorrow and clear the air,” Orihime mumbled.

“If she will wish to see my face without punching it,” Uryuu mumbled.

“She’ll be okay. She’s angrier at Kurosaki kun right now,” Orihime said.

Sighing they both lay alongside each other caressing their cheeks and peering into each other’s eyes. Words deserted them as they moved for another kiss. Without the tentative touches they had given their previous love interests they would be far shyer than now. Neither would voice this aloud but both knew it was true.

Judging by Ichigo’s shyness around women the Quincy figured it was a safe assumption that Orihime was still a virgin. For the most part he was too, pushing off Tatsuki’s aggressive tendencies to want more. He’d guessed she was a virgin as well, but seeing that flushed look on her face and smelling the cigarette smoke on her clothes made him worried. Disturbing possibilities had already added up in his head but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

What in hell’s name was Ryuuken thinking, Uryuu wondered. It wasn’t the first time his father had taken a younger lover. Most of his private life he kept compartmentalized and secret from Uryuu. Namely because Uryuu refused to have anything to do with his father except the bare minimum of contact. Of course if Tatsuki was somehow involved with Ryuuken intimately he guessed she had consented fully.

Tatsuki could handle herself. Yet could she handle an emotionally constipated asshole like Dr. Ishida? Just what was she trying to prove? As far as he was concerned Ryuuken could do what he wished but if Tatsuki ended up hurt as a result he would definitely have something to say to his father.

**

Once they were back in Dr. Ishida's apartment, the Quincy and the val tudo champion both fell into each other's arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck she leaned against his six foot figure for another kiss.

Her fingers moved over his buttons almost tearing them off the shirt to get it off him. Dr. Ishida grunted with surprise a she unknotted his tie and slipped her hands into his shirt. She felt a undershirt beneath it, not surprised in the least. Then he started to unbutton her shirt as well, his hands finally cupping her breasts.

He reached around to unhook her bra before pulling it gently away. Then his silver hair tickled her neck as he bent to tease a nipple with his tongue and teeth. Again she clawed his belt open in an effort to strip him so they could get as close as possible. White pants and a blue shirt slithered between the sheets to the floor co-mingling with Tatsuki’s skirt and school blouse. Flipping him over she pinned Dr. Ishida down and then aligned her body with his.

“Young lady aren’t you forgetting something?” asked the Quincy.

Tatsuki helped slip a condom over him before throwing a leg over his hip. Hands braced on his chest she slipped down atop him. His hands bracketed her hips helping steady her. This time she slid more easily atop him, though the fit was still tight. Taking a deep breath, she shifted her hips so he was fully seated inside.

***

A considerable time later Tatsuki glanced up into those same eyes as she yelled his name and shivered from head to toe. Likewise, he let out his own exclamation and shivered soon afterward. Wrinkled sheets embraced her along with muscular arms concealed by an expensive but practical suit ordinarily. Such muscles she felt through clothes before were now flush with her own skin, sticking to it. Without his glasses and severe clothes, he seemed a good deal younger.

His shortsighted eyes regarded her with a slight crinkle to the brow. Tatsuki ruffled his hair as they lay alongside each other, panting. “You ever thought of contact lenses?”

“Why? They are a considerable hassle when glasses do sufficiently enough,” Dr. Ishida answered, sliding his hand down her hip under the sheets. Something hard brushed against her leg, surprising Tatsuki. She would have thought a man his age incapable of recovering so quickly.

Tatsuki rolled him over beneath her and pinned him down with one shoulder. “Because, you look handsome without them? Unless you like being a sour faced jerk? Oh wait; I forgot its part of your image.”

“You intend to continue cutting your hair?” he asked, sliding his fingers through it. “I rather think you should let it grow out.”

“Okay, touché,” Tatsuki said, reaching down to stroke his hardness. Dr. Ishida's hands on her hips settled the dark haired woman where she wanted to be, and she sighed as he slid inside of her. She had to admit she was a bit sore, but she could not get enough of him. Feeling the clench of her muscles around him, he closed his eyes to savor it.

Bending down she interlaced her fingers with his, pressing down on the pillow. It surprised her that he insisted on letting her be on top rather than flipping their position. Slow and measured pushes drove the Quincy deeper inside of her and rocked her.

***

By the time Orihime awakened, she smelled hot tea and toast. Sitting up quickly she patted the futon next to her finding it empty of him. Fortunately the moving spirit pressure in her kitchen reassured her sinking spirits. Tangled in the covers she blinked and saw Uryuu glancing over in her direction.

“Good morning Inoue san,” he said giving her a rare smile. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Morning,” she said through a loud yawn as he strode over towards her carrying a plate and a mug. Carefully he sat down next to her, tie swinging a bit around his neck.

“Ishida kun, you’re wearing your school uniform,” she trailed off blinking up at him.

“One of the benefits to hyrenkyaku. Rather than waste a good deal of time insisting on stopping by my apartment it seemed prudent to fetch a change of clothes,” he murmured, still blushing slightly. With one hand he indicated a neatly folded bundle of borrowed clothes set on the nearby chair.

She noticed he’d found his glasses and felt guilty about being so careless with them last night. Clutching the mug he handed her she laughed awkwardly. “Ishida kun, I want to make you breakfast next time.”

Brushing her hair back he murmured, “I’ll just keep it warm so you can freshen up and get ready.”

“School… I forgot school,” Orihime murmured hand pressed to her mouth. Before Uryuu could stop her she scrambled to her feet and almost tripped. He caught her by the arm and steadied her.

“Inoue san relax. It is all right. I’m certain they will have a plausible excuse for your absence,” he reassured her, steadying her against his slender body. Feeling the fabric of his school uniform under her hand she hugged him. Her fingers felt on the small red tag affixed to the bottom of his left sleeve indicating Karakura high.

***

Later Tatsuki dozed on her side, patting the bed for a moment. She panicked until she touched his hip a few inches beyond where he lay. The smell of cigarette smoke drifted into her nostrils and she winced. Glancing up she saw Dr. Ishida quietly leaning against the headboard, inhaling a drag of a cigarette before puffing it out a second or so later. Lazily the smoke dispersed into the room.

“Ugh, Ryuuken knock it off!” she groaned, holding her nose. With a curious look on her face, she sat up, snatched the cigarette from his hand and put it between her lips. Curious Dr. Ishida watched her inhale only to immediately wheeze. She coughed deeply feeling the Quincy's hand on her back. Taking it from her, he set it in the ashtray out of reach of her.

“Too curious?” he asked.

“I was trying to make a point. You’re great at telling other people what to do, but doing whatever the hell you want,” she murmured.

“Such as corrupting young ladies like you with horrible cancer sticks,” he said dryly, picking up the cigarette to inhale a drag.

“You are a jerk,” Tatsuki mumbled lying back in the bed. Dr. Ishida's strong arm twined around her pulling her so she could lay her head on his smooth strong chest.

“I have heard far worse,” he chuckled letting tufts of smoke escape his lips.
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