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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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Ishida had insisted on stopping at Sunflower Seams for some notions on the way to the apartment after they picked up ingredients for Orihime’s experimental dinner. An hour later back at her apartment various pots and pans bubbled on her gas stove. The lids rattled in a strange symphony amidst the loud noise of Bura Rey from the TV in the main room.
Orihime stirred the sauce in one large pan, and then glanced at the lid she lifted. “Ishida kun… are the noodles ready? It's been 15 minutes.”
“Oh no, if we don’t get them now they'll disintegrate!” he said panicking. He rushed about dumping the pasta into a large colander. Steam hissed and hit his glasses shortly blinding him.
“Ishida kun, good timing,” Orihime called, passing him a towel to wipe off his face.
“The noodles should be fine,” he announced. She giggled and took the strainer out of the sink once more.
“It’s all right if they’re a bit soggy,” she said.
“I just want things to be perfect,” Ishida mumbled. He blushed at the contact of her soft body brushing before his to reach for the wasabi on the counter.
“Perfect’s having you here with me Ishida kun,” she insisted watching him blush profusely.
Pushing up his glasses with one finger Ishida coughed. “Ah… that’s… that’s good… because well I…”
Orihime could swear she saw steam coming out of his ears from the intense heat of blood rushing to his cheeks. Worried that he would either nosebleed, faint or pass out she gently shook him. “Ishida kun?”
At the sensation of her hands touching him Ishida’s arms locked shut around her like a steel trap. Her breasts squished to his chest along with her womanly curves flush to him. Lightning seemed to strike him at once prompting him to pull her into a kiss before he lost his nerve. Unfortunately, his experiment in passion ended up on her nose. Giggling nervously Orihime moved her lips up so they were aligned with his.
Ishida’s mouth trembled under hers for a few seconds with numb motions of his lips. Orihime gasped in pleasure at the moment Ishida opened his mouth and allowed her access. His tongue timidly brushed her bottom lip at first in a hesitant kiss, then darted forwards. In response, Orihime wiggled her tongue against his. Tentatively she closed her lips only a bit and gave a soft moan at the action of Ishida’s hands rubbing her shoulder blades. Relaxing far more than he had when she had given him that kiss at the handicrafts club, he leaned into the counter trapping her body beneath his.
Orihime parted her legs slightly so Ishida could lean more heavily on her. She liked the excited flutter in her chest of having his hard body especially that hard bulge in his pants rubbing just against her belly and wanted it farther down. Moving her leg, she tangled it on the other side of his, and then gently took ahold of his school tie to play with it. Unfortunately, they both had to break the kiss to catch their breath, leaving her rubbing her belly just a bit against the straining tent in his pants. Two pairs of eyes hazed with passion and lust regarded one another.
She whispered, "Ishida kun... I wanted to get this close since you saved me in Soul Society and in Hueco Mundo..."
"I wanted far more and I can't hold back much longer," Ishida mumbled.
"Then don't hold back Ishida kun," said Orihime gently, cupping his face in her hands. Ishida gave a slight smile and angled his head to the side to claim her lips in a much more firm kiss.
Orihime felt tingling from the top of her head to her toes at the press of his lips hungrily fastening to hers. She hissed breath through her nostrils and leaned up on her tiptoes to throw her arms around his neck. Grasping her hips, he picked her up and set her on the counter so their heads were level.
Orihime squeaked with excitement, parting her legs so he could press his body between them like she always wanted. The lose cloth of her skirt tangled around her parted legs rubbing between her panties and his pants seams. Ishida watched her reach down to pull them back, and then lifted one of his hands to push the material from out of the way so her panty-covered crotch was flush with his. Neither of them seemed to care about the dinner at this point, more interested in exploring what had sparked between them.
Carefully Ishida cupped her bottom with his hands and picked her up from the counter. Wrapping herself around him, she smiled trustingly so he could carry her away from the counter. Ishida then walked out of the kitchen with Orihime in his arms towards the nearby futon. Very carefully, he set her down on it as if she were a priceless treasure. Openly he showed the desire he held back for so long as he sat down next to her and scooted between her parted legs.
His tie dangled in front of her face as he lowered himself on top of her and bent to kiss her. Dark hair fell around her face from his dipping into hers and claiming another hungry kiss. She didn't bother to tell him to take off his glasses because she liked how he looked in them. The sounds of their eager kisses soon filled the silent room along with their moans.
Ishida pulled up her skirt in order to run his fingers up and down her legs. His hands found her breasts and lightly caressed them just in the way she always wished he would. She squirmed and tugged at her shirt. At first, he thought she was pushing him away but smiled realizing that she wanted the garment off. Soon it landed on the sofa. Ishida's hair tickled the swell of her breasts while he kissed along the lace edging of her bra.
She fumbled with the knot in his tie without choking him in the process of getting it off. On either side of his neck, the loose ends dangled just hitting her hand unbuttoning his school shirt. Now she saw his undershirt and helped him shrug off the garment so they were both able to admire their bare arms. Orihime reached behind her struggling with the hooks of her bra until Ishida reached around and easily unlatched the garment for her. Blue eyes widened behind glasses taking in the soft pink nipples exposed. Reverently he dipped his head to run his tongue over the left followed by the right. He used one finger of his hand to lift the breast to his lips and suckled at it.
She giggled, "That tickles Ishida kun..."
"Please just use my name. Uryuu..." he murmured.
"Of course Uryuu kun," she whispered smiling up at him.
"Orihime san," he mumbled back suckling at the opposite breast.
He felt her tugging at his belt buckle and looked down at her before nodding. Together they undid the belt and snaked it out of his loops to throw it to the side out of the way. It landed next to her bra. Struggling not to squirm as she rubbed his side through his undershirt Ishida helped her pull it out of his pants. Now she looked up at his bared chest, not asking him about the distinctive five-pointed scar in angry red there, 19 centimeters from his heart. Her fingers reverently caressed it for a moment. Ishida felt naked before her but relaxed at her reassuring smile.
***
“Uryuu you are a real pain in the neck,” Tatsuki mumbled as she marched back towards home, hands stuffed in her pockets of her school blazer. She had just finished her Val tudo practice and was still pissed enough to warrant letting lose in a different way. Changing her mind, she rode the bus towards the hospital instead.
Just how she was going to justify this she wondered. However, it hadn't stopped things before. Bound and determined to get some answers she suddenly wondered if they had had their little 'chat' yet. She was not nuts about wanting to be around THAT but sick curiosity pervaded all else.
“Stupid stubborn Quincy men,” she mumbled as she entered the side door of the hospital. She wasn't surprised to see the front desk people glance at her.
“Can I help you?” asked the receptionist, headphone wrapped around his chin.
“Tatsuki Arisawa...” she said. “ To see the Director...”
“Go right on up, Arisawa san,” said the receptionist without batting an eyelash. Tatsuki raised an eyebrow at this, but accepted it.
By the time Tatsuki arrived on the floor where the director had his office and knocked on the door, she was almost boiling with frustration. She banged on the door hearing his reply, “Don't break the door down, if you please!”
“I'm not pleased, Doc,” she called in.
“Then enter,” he answered. She turned the knob and opened it, glad the receptionist had gone for the day because she was in no mood to argue. Sauntering in she stood in front of his desk and folded her arms across his chest.
“Your son is a being a major jerk,” she mumbled, listening to the sigh of papers shuffling from the pile on Ryuuken’s desk into a bin in front of him.
“I could have told you that,” he answered keeping a straight face but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Poised over a keyboard his left hand typed while he held his reports before his face with his other hand.
She nearly ripped the buttons of her coat trying to take it off. Shrugging it of her arms she said, “I mean YOU'RE a jerk, but he's acting like one."
"Is that so? Elaborate?" he requested. The corner of his lip twitched upwards once he lowered the paper. From behind him orange randience faded into dark purple visible through the large window of his office. He swiveled the high backed office chair around to face her fully. Now Tatsuki had slipped her uniform jacket off, laying it over the back of the chair across from his massive desk. She let her bag drop at the side of her feet.
Again he turned his attention to the laptop. She slammed both her hands down on his desk and said, “You're the only one who's supposed to be an ass, Doc. Your son's ruining your reputation.”
Glancing up from his laptop and reports, Dr. Ishida fixed his gaze on Tatsuki. Not put off by the glowing red aura of flames he pretended he couldn't see but could as plain as day, he said, “It seems that you failed to work off some of that aggressive energy in your usual fashion?”
“No kidding,” Tatsuki mumbled as she walked around the desk and stood by his chair. “Hope I'm not interrupting anything but... well...”
“You are, but I suppose that's hardly the point,” he said glancing up at her leaning her bottom against his desk edge.
“Probably shouldn't have even come here,” she muttered doubtfully.
“Did I say I did not wish to have you here?” Dr. Ishida asked sternly. “If I objected I would have said so.”
Uncrossing his legs, he pulled his chair towards her and rested a hand beside her right hip, gripping the desk. Dr. Ishida then intimated with a slight nod of his head towards his knees. Wrinkling her nose Tatsuki shifted forwards, resting her hands on his forearms. Eager to take what she felt they both needed she reached down between them and squeezed. Ryuuken's eyes popped wide open.
“Young lady,” he murmured. Simultaneously Dr. Ishida's wrists twisted up and gripped hers balancing her along with the slightest tug forwards. He scooted to the edge of his chair enough so she staggered with parted legs before dropping to straddle him.
“Ahh,” Tatsuki gasped sharply almost slipping on the slick fabric of his work suit pants. She braced her hands on his shoulders to prop herself up. Now her skirt had slipped up a bit, so her panties were flush against his muscular thighs. Dr. Ishida gasped sharply when she scooted ahead so the seam of his pants pressed into the right spot that made her toes want to curl. Noticing the goose pimples rising on his lover's bare arms he smirked in amusement.
“Gotcha,” she chuckled.
“Hmm,” he murmured in satisfaction. Likewise, she enjoyed the way his lips parted with eyes slightly out of focus. Those lines that seemed imbedded in his forehead loosened into a smoother position from the perpetual scowl he wore.
“Ryuu... ken,” she groaned, enjoying the way his hands slid up her arms to encircle her waist and rub her ribs.
Likewise, she rubbed his shoulders through his suit jacket before sliding one of her hands towards his neck and the back of his head. Taller than he was because she sat on his lap she bend down to kiss his forehead, then his nose. She had changed back into her school uniform after practice so she wore the red tie and button up shirt with the Karakura High tag on the sleeve. Fingers played with his silver strands of hair.
“Tatsuki…” he whispered, reaching up to caress her cheek with one hand. His fingers were callused a bit, the hands of a doctor and a surgeon. His exotic shaped eyes were half-closed and dark with passion as she bent down and initiated a kiss. He parted his lips, slipping his tongue past her and gently easing it into her mouth.
Sighing through the kiss Tatsuki let her tongue slip against his enjoying the motion caressing her palate. She tasted him thoroughly taking her time to move her lips comfortably and firmly over her lover's. He alternated soft sensual touches with hungry pressures of his mouth as if savoring her. Strong fingers kneaded his tight tired shoulders with practiced strokes. Ryuuken allowed her to work her magic.
In the base of Dr. Ishida's throat vibrated a contented hum. Little by little, she eased the knot out of his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt bending down to kiss his Adam’s apple. The Quincy's breath hissed from his nostrils as he slid one hand finally down and caressed her bottom. Threading fingers in his silver hair, she rubbed his scalp and continued to ease the knots out of his shoulders.
Both of them stared at one another with dark brown eyes once they parted to breathe. Despite his high level of spirit power, he kept it tightly concealed. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of the cigarette smoke as always, but his aftershave mingled with it nicely. Reaching up Tatsuki played with the ends of his necktie, almost unsure if he would be willing to go the next step in assuaging their mutual hostile energy.
Outside his window the first stars peaked through the light pollution in Karakura town in the fading purple of the dying sunset.
***
Through the venetian blinds of a small apartment window the same evening star gleamed brightly. Peering up past her lover’s shoulder Orihime saw it distinctly. Along with the nearby flickering of the street light by her house.
"Can we take off the rest of our clothes?" Orihime asked, tugging at the zipper tab of his fly.
"Of course, Orihime san," Ishida nodded swallowing hard. He shimmied out of his pants like a snake shedding. She squirmed out of her skirt revealing underwear with small stars on them. His seemed boring in comparison, white briefs with a blue waistband. Not boxers.
He reached down to grab the sheets and pull them over both of them. To her puzzled frown, he replied, "So we don't get cold."
"Oh okay," she said, glad he was not worried about modesty now when they were just getting started.
Ishida then lay alongside her and pulled her towards him. She felt his fingers slid down between her legs at the same time he bent down to suckle and kiss her breasts again. Orihime giggled a bit at his fingers tugging her panties down and slipping to touch her crotch.
"How does that feel?" he asked, slipping his fingers into her wet passage.
"Very good Uryuu kun," she moaned lying on her back. Ishida then knelt between her legs and thrust his fingers in and out, liking the sound and the feel of her inside tight around his index and middle digits. Watching the look of pleasure on her face, he then rocked his body as if he were using his length to do the thrusting.
He yelped himself as she raised one foot and touched his crotch with it. Then he mumbled, "I should let you touch me as well. Here..."
Orihime nodded. He carefully pulled down his underwear and pulled her hand to touch his length. She peered at his erect cock as if it were something new and fascinating like a new toy. A smile came over his lips feeling her hands touching and poking at it. Along with rubbing the dark hair nearby. Wrapping her thumb and fingers around his length, she slowly squeezed.
Ishida hissed and mumbled, "Here... try this..."
She watched reverently as he showed her what he liked and she whispered to him as she guided his hand. He blushed, aroused at the thought that she admitted she liked to play with herself. Orihime yelped and moaned along with Ishida's sharp gasps and cries. Both panted profusely, eyes locking. Hearts pounded at the point of no return. Neither wanted to go back to before but straight ahead.
"Could you um... put your mouth down there?" Orihime whispered to him. He nodded, blushing again at her knowledge and desire to experiment.
Before he could duck his head down she said, "Oh wait, let me do it too, Uryuu kun. Then we can both enjoy."
"Orihime san..." the Quincy whispered in surprise. "You don't have to do this."
"It will be fair that way," Orihime said. "According to the magazine. They call it a sixty nine. It's funny because I wonder if Shuuhei Hisagi does it?"
"Of course..." Ishida mumbled, pushing up his glasses. He blushed and chuckled at the joke.
They lay with their heads before each other’s crotches. Ishida's feet and legs were close to Orihime's soft hair, and her shapely feet shot past his shoulders. He rubbed the soft hair matching that on her head and then pulled his glasses off so they were out of the way.
At the same time, she took his shaft in her hand pulling it towards her mouth. Ishida moaned deeply sinking into the wet warmth mimicking the place he now probed with his fingers and tongue. Clumsily at first, they both explored the textures and differences of male and female until Ishida realized just where to put his tongue to make her cry muffled around him and she in turn knew exactly how to suckle to get him to buck his hips.
In a series of sweaty cries and moans, Orihime grasped his hips and felt him shaking. She pulled back at the splattering of something salty that covered her bare chest and chin. Likewise, Ishida shivered and finished his exploration of her reducing her to a loud laughing yelp.
***

Dr. Ishida's hands rested now on the small of his companion's back even though they rubbed and kneaded her spine sensually. Between them Tatsuki reached to unbutton his suit jacket, panting hoarsely. She mumbled, “Is this okay for us to do this in here?”
“Yes. It is my office after all. I am the director,” he answered.
"No kidding," Tatsuki quipped, rolling her eyes. She grinned.
Dr. Ishida claimed her lips in a soft kiss as if encouraging her. Tatsuki chuckled and reached down to slide her hands over his narrow dress belt buckle. Tugging the leather tab through the buckle Tatsuki undid the constricting band. Through his silver Hair slightly out of place Dr. Ishida gazed deep into her brown eyes, as if challenging and waiting for her. She smirked confidently at him as she undid the button on his pants, then tugged the zipper down with a distinctive sound. Still his hands rubbed the small of her back and neck sensually instead of diving into between her legs to her surprise. Was he afraid of being discovered?
The Quincy kissed her on the rim of her ear, gripping her hips gently. He hissed slightly at the feel of her hands reaching in to free him from his pants. Her tug and squeeze on him wrung a surprised gasp from her lover along with a startled glance. Fabric rustled along with a downward pressure of one of Tatsuki’s hands on his shoulders when she straightened up. On his bare skin, he felt moist wetness followed by a warm moist core sliding down on him.
“Perfect,” she mouthed, squeezing down on him.
Dr. Ishida nodded, dark eyes filled with hunger. “Agreed.”
Now his hands rested on her backside holding her down when she shifted to move. Sweat pooled on Ryuuken's brow sticking his bangs to his forehead. Holding Tatsuki by her hips the Quincy lifted her up on his length only to bury himself deep inside her once more. She gasped at the pressure and friction, burying her face in his shoulder. Tatsuki wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing tightly as she rocked more fiercely up and down. Dr. Ishida shifted forwards enough in his chair so she could move more comfortably.
“Ahh,” she gasped, sweat pouring on her forehead. Each push up released more tension until Tatsuki forced her face into his shoulder and whimpered with frustration. Annoyed at himself for failing to bring her to climax the Quincy decided to try something else. He wasn't about to risk losing the battle to please her sexually.
“I can't... release,” she panted not able to articulate. His eyes closed briefly feeling Tatsuki's inner muscles clenching on him deliciously.
“Let go,” Dr. Ishida urged hooking her knees over his arms. That slight shift was enough for her to sigh in pleasure and continue rocking up and down on him. Bending forwards, he kissed her sensually, letting his tongue dance over hers as she buried her muffled grunts in his mouth. To his pride, he felt her rippling around him reaching a first release.
Since her reiatsu fluctuated between distress and anger Dr. Ishida knew he was far from finished. Standing up he quickly walked over to the sofa with her in his arms. He sat down again propping his back at an angle so Tatsuki could lean back and rest her bottom on his knees. She panted in frustration, her face flushed red as she continued to ride on him. The frown vanished feeling his hands reaching up and squeezing her breasts gently.
Dark eyes fixed into hers deep with passion as Dr. Ishida pinched and teased through the fabric of the bra. Looking past the austerity, she realized he was trying his best to make her feel better. Dr. Ishida carefully slid his hand between them and caressed in just the right place so she could finally release in a wave of shivering muscles. Sighing she then flopped forwards and lay her head in his shoulder.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yeah much better,” she gasped in relief, trying to catch her breath.
Feeling him still hard inside she lifted her head again. Their eyes met before Tatsuki began to rock her hips once more bracing her hands on her companion's shoulders. His lips parted the second at which he felt his release pending. There was no time since Tatsuki was so tightly wrapped around him to do anything but let himself go inside her. Her arm still stung a bit from the shot he'd given her a week before to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.
For a moment she pondered how close she was to perpetuating the Quincy line he wanted to end with himself. Many unspoken comfortable moments existed between them indicating mutual understanding of the lines of their relationship. Dr. Ishida wasn't one for flowery speeches and mush. No more than she.
They shared another long kiss simply basking in the afterglow of their tension release. Tatsuki turned her head to the side resting her cheek on his chest listening to his heartbeat. He rubbed her shoulders sensually, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. She smiled in relief her breathing steady and ill temper forgotten in the haze of her orgasm.
“Ryuuken?” she said after a few minutes.
“Mmm?” he replied, voice vibrating through his chest. She rubbed it through his blue shirt.
“Is there any chance you two are going to talk about this?” she asked. However Dr. Ishida’s grip on her relaxed somewhat and he stiffened beneath her.
“I have left him a number of messages. It is now contingent on my son to contact me when he wishes to speak,” the Quincy answered.
Tatsuki frowned a bit. “Why am I not surprised he didn’t leave a message?”
Reaching into the pocket of his jacket Dr. Ishida pulled out his cell phone and looked at it. “Excuse me…”
“Sure,” Tatsuki said as they disentangled from one another. She took the handkerchief he handed her sitting on it while putting herself back together. Dr. Ishida turned away from her slightly to put himself back together and attend to his phone messages. Yet he reached out to pull her to sit next to him still once he was composed again.
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