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Inoue Orihime Quickies
By : debbiechan
Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female
Views: 6911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
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Inoue Orihime Quickies
by debbiechan
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach; neither do I own the character of Orihime.
Warning: Some these drabbles contain explicit sexual descriptions.
These drabbles were written for the LJ community http://community.livejournal.com/bleach_quickies/
Challenge issued for the week of: August 6th - August 12th
Character: Inoue Orihime
Prompts: pill, watch, light saber, shot glass, dvd1. Pill (192 words)
Sometimes Orihime’s cooking made her sick, not because the ingredients were inherently toxic or nausea-inspiring but because she overate.
She very much liked the taste of stomach medicines too, especially the kind that came as a large tablet to be dissolved in a glass of water.
Tonight, two yearnings competed for her body’s attention. She felt fleshy and full, and the pain in her groin was as strong as the pain in her stomach.
No many would have guessed it because she seemed so innocent, but Inoue Orihime liked to masturbate herself to sleep with the gusto of a similarly aged boy.
She had turned sixteen this past September. Her body had grown fuller, and hormones had engaged her emotions so that she always seemed to be in the middle of some teary and tender spell.
Sometimes when she ran her hand across her breasts she felt as if she were over-ripe. On the brink of tragedy. What would be worse? A plummet to earth or rotting on the tree?
She turned to the glass of water and heard the slow fizz of the stomach medicine. Her hand settled between her legs.
- Watch (156 words)
- Light Saber (170 words)
- Shot glass (188 words)
- DVD (130 words)
Sometimes the very sight of Kurosaki-kun was enough to make Orihime’s eyes water.
It had been in Soul Society, under the influence of fear and fleeing Shinigami, that she’d started to notice how the space between her legs watered too. At the mere thought of him. Kurosaki-kun in those handsome black clothes.
The moment he had crashed into her head at the execution site, her body had shivered with relief and joy and something else….
She was about to weep now, lying in her futon, roughly rubbing her fingers against her swollen clit, at the very memory of Kurosaki-kun.
Fallen but heroic. Blood and triumph in his smell. A sweet, startled look on his face.
"Thank you, Inoue."
The words sparked the fire. The words filled her body up so that it no longer felt like a body but a torch.
Eyes shut, she was keeping watch. For the moment he would catch this fire too.
She figured that Sado-kun would have the largest, since he was so large in every other way. He’d have one of those Chizuru called "scary big," although Orihime couldn’t see how anything of Sado’s could be scary. He’d be kind with it, she was certain.
Ishida-kun would have one that was as elegant and slim as he was. Accurate like a needle or an arrow. Oh yes, he could probably hit all the right spots without much practice. Either that, or he would have to practice until he got it exactly right.
Kurosaki-kun! Orihime imagined that his would be the best of all--not too big and not too small. He would probably be a little crazy with it, the way he was with fighting in general.
Orihime doubled over. Sometimes laughing was better than an orgasm.
She imagined all the Shinigami carrying light sabers instead of zanpakutou.
Then she started wondering if people had orgasms the way they laughed, and she couldn’t stop laughing.
Kurosaki-kun has never had one!
Orihime liked to sip and slurp tea, to eat the frosting off her cake first, to peel the leaves off her baby Brussels sprouts and to chew each slowly. The contrasts of tastes and textures on different spots of her mouth made eating such sensual fun.
Masturbating, though, was all about relieving the itch.
She hadn’t learned to slow it down yet--or to appreciate the anxiety before the burst of joy. It was frightening to linger in that crazy place, panting and apart from her own kindness.
She was afraid of what she might think or do. Everyone acted as if there was a whole bunch of stuff marked "forbidden" to a young girl’s mind. Orihime wondered what this stuff was. She might get a clue if maybe one day Tatsuki would let Chizuru finish a sentence.
In the meantime, it seemed somewhat unethical to think about one’s true love while masturbating too quickly. It was like throwing back a shot glass.
Of course Orihime could only imagine what it was like to be drunk. It could not be any different from being in love, could it?
Orihime did not own a DVD player and the radio didn’t always play songs she liked, so her bedtime music was… imagined.
There was always a little ringing in her ears after climaxing. D flat maybe. Orihime would pet the furry space between her legs good night, taste her own saltiness (two licks of her middle finger--she rarely used more than one finger), and then she would imagine a tune.
It was simple and lullabye-ish. No words, just the comfort of being young. A life not lived. A mouth not kissed.
Of course it would be a very terrible thing to die a virgin--all the girls said so. But Orihime wasn’t so sure. Alone at this moment, she felt perfect and pure.
And then she fell into dreams.
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