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Sweet Dreams, Beautiful Nightmare	By : mizperceived Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ichigo/Orihime Views: 6205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or settings of Bleach; they are the sole creative property of Tite Kubo. I do not and will not make a profit from this endeavor. I do however own my insanity and perversity and I will however gain carpal tunnel syndrome eventually.

Title: Sweet Dreams, Beautiful Nightmare

Warnings: AU-ish, OCC-ness, language, bad jokes, character bashing. Matsumoto is listed as a Blonde just for the sake of this story. Abuse of Canon!

Rating: M for sMutty

Pairings: H/Ichigo x Orihime (my mix of the Hollow and Ichigo)

Full Summary: Life for the Kurosaki couple has been pretty mundane over time. Ichigo and Orihime have fallen into that stale routine that so many couples succumb to; somehow Orihime still gets the satisfaction she wants and needs.

Sweet Dreams, Beautiful Nightmare

She never meant for it to happen. It just… did.
‘Honestly Rangiku-san,” Orihime said, her grey eyes pleading for the other woman to believe her. “It just happened and well…”
“Well?” Matsumoto Rangiku, Shinigami and close friend to the Kurosakis; Ichigo and Orihime.
“Uhm,” the redhead shifted in her seat. Her right hand flying to her left hand to fiddle with the engagement and wedding band set that Ichigo had put on her finger less than a year ago. Feeling her face color to a shade that closer to Renji’s hair color than her own she blurted out, “It was good!”
“KANPAI!” The busty blonde cried as she filled two bowls with sake.
“No, no Rangiku-san,” Orihime’s distressed voice cut through. Matsumoto was in the middle of a long sip and couldn’t bring herself to stop with the intake of alcohol, so she raised an eyebrow knowing that the human girl would understand the question. “It’s just,” the ginger haired healer began. “I… isn’t it… I’m cheating on Ichigo-kun.”
Matsumoto comically choked on her drink as she sputtered incoherently. She couldn’t believe the words that her little healer friend had just said. Orihime… cheat… on Ichigo? Never! The blonde’s eyes took in how the redhead was nervously ringing her hands together and the stiff posture the girl exuded.
“Orihime-chan,” she began slowly. “I think you should start at the beginning…”
“Ah, yes,” Orihime agreed quickly.
“…and get me another bottle of this, I have a feeling I’m going to need it,” Matsumoto whined, already picturing herself lumbering drunkenly into her Taichou’s office later.
“The first time was about a week ago,” the redhead began…
ONE WEEK PRIOR
“Did you remember to set the alarm, Orihime,” Ichigo asked his sometimes ditzy wife. Orihime stared at her husband’s back as she mental went over everything she had done before climbing the stairs and heading to their bedroom. Ichigo smirked slightly as he watched his beautiful wife tick off tasks on her long slender fingers.
He blushed slightly as he thought about what those curious fingers had done to him in the past. He felt heat begin to pool in his lower abdomen but was quickly cooled as a long yawn chose that moment demanded to be released. Orihime giggled at the contorted faces Ichigo was making before confirming that she did in fact set the house alarm.
Orihime watched as Ichigo stripped off his t-shirt, leaving him in only his modern cut boxer briefs. She felt her fingers twitch in anticipation as she watched the muscles on the Savior of Seireitei’s back undulate with his movements. Her hands quickly moved to the sash that was tied tightly around her waist, holding her cozy Chappy bathrobe as Ichigo got under the covers.
Shedding the outer layer, Orihime swiftly laid down on the mattress, a new short silk chemise in a shade of blue that complimented her coloring barely covered her. The saleswoman swore that a woman wearing it could entice any man she wanted, even an emotionless monk. As Orihime laid there in anticipation, she felt heat rise to her cheeks as she heard the sheets rustle and felt Ichigo roll over towards her.
“Night babe,” he mumbled as he kissed the corner of her lips.
“Nmm,” she responded, her lips automatically responding to the peck. She smiled into the darkened room but it quickly faltered as she heard Ichigo turn back over, his wide bare back towards her. “Ic… Ichigo-kun,” she whispered tentatively.
“Hmm?”
“Ah, I was thinking…” she unsurely began. “That is, I was wondering,” she murmured, a bit more conviction in her words as she turned on her side. She watched in awe as her small right hand moved in abstract patterns along Ichigo’s back.
“Not t’night,” he mumbled. “’m tired and got a long day t’morrow,” Ichigo rolled his shoulders, shrugging off his wife’s gentle touch.
Orihime was momentarily stunned. Yes their sex life had become more mundane and scheduled lately but she had never been outright rejected before. She knew that Ichigo worked hard every day, not only was he the unsung hero of the world but he was a real-life hero too as Fire Lieutenant at the Karakura Fire Station. She was no slacker herself, attending nursing school full time while helping out at the Kurosaki Clinic. But was their success and financial stability worth the lack of pleasure and intimacy?
The redhead turned fully, her back now flush against Ichigo’s. She took some solace in feeling his body heat against her back as silent tears fell from her eyes. Her mind knew that it wasn’t personal but her heart couldn’t help but believe that she was lacking somehow.
It was with that final thought that she drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
It was a few hours later that Orihime’s eyes slowly blinked open. At some point during the night, Ichigo had rolled over, his arms now cocooning his wife tightly. Orihime made a sound in the back of her throat that was something akin to a contented purr as she nestled herself into Ichigo’s body. Her backside fitting perfectly against his pelvis. His flaccid member resting easily between her pert round ass. She shifted her hips slightly, rubbing herself enticingly against her husband as she began to drift off once again.
“Princess,” a watery voice slightly groaned from behind her. As her eyes flew open in shock, she tried to scoot closer to the edge of the bed, but her husband’s muscular arms became like steel bars, holding her in place. “Where ya think ya goin’ Hime-chan,” the voice purred before she felt nibbling on her neck and ear.
She couldn’t repress the shiver of fear, or was it excitement, that ran through her. It had been years since this… being surfaced.
“H… Hollow-san,” she shyly stated as her right hand fisted the sheets, her left hand trapped under her pillow.
“Ng, this is new, ne? Ya wore it fa King and the prick fuckin’ ignored ya huh? I told ya years ago that bastard don’ deserve you,” the somewhat Hollowfied version of Ichigo mocked. “God damn, Princess,” he moaned as he grinded his hips lewdly against the redhead. Orihime gulped as she felt Ichigo’s –no the Hollow’s- rock hard erection pressed against her ass and lower back. She knew what to expect, but she still gasped as she turned her head slightly, her eyes locking onto the bright black and gold orbs of Ichigo’s inner-Hollow.
“Hollow-san,” she moaned as she felt his calloused hands move down her shoulder and arm, pulling and finally breaking the flimsy spaghetti strap of her negligee. Her body began to move of its own accord as the same rough fingers and palm smoothed over her aching breasts, plucking and tweaking her nipples one at a time until she gasped in pleasure.
The Hollow panted as he thrusted himself against the redhead. His right hand snaking down the front of her body, to tear away the poor excuse of underwear from her body. When those skilled fingers reached her moistened core, her back arched as she cried out. His left hand squirmed its way to wrap around Orihime’s throat, holding her in place as he forced her head at an odd angle, mimicking his pelvic thrusts with his tongue in Ichigo’s wife’s mouth.
“Fuck, Princess,” he groaned. “Lemme give ya what King can’t,” he said before forcibly moving the female onto her back as he shifted to lie between her now parted thighs. With her chest heaving, he heart thundered as she felt her pulse pound in the oddest of places. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” the Hollow growled before dipping his head between her parted thighs. His tongue moving wickedly over the tender flesh before his lips latched onto her sensitive nub, pulling and sucking on it bringing the female closer and closer to the precipice of release before easing back, pushing his tongue deep inside her center, lapping up her womanly honey.
Her hands flew to the orange spikes of her husband’s head but she knew that it wasn’t Ichigo bringing her such sweet torture. Ichigo would never be this lewd with her, never this base. Only he did this. Her nails dug deep into the male’s scalp as her body nearly came off the bed. The Hollow gave a watery chuckle as he looked up from between Orihime’s legs. He smirked devilishly before exposing all of his tongue and slowly licking from her opening to her clit, never breaking eye contact.
“Hee… heee,” Orihime tried to regain her breath that whooshed out of her lungs as she watched those bright gold eyes. “HICHIGO,” she cried out as her back arched off her bed, her hips pinned down easily by the Hollow. He body continued to spasm as the Hollow drew out her orgasm as long as he could.
The Hollow slowly crawled his way up the spent woman’s body. He didn’t bother hiding his feral grin as he felt her muscles tighten and relax in her stomach as placed surprisingly tender kisses along her sweat slicked body.
“My Queen,” the Hollow murmured. His eyes bore deep into Orihime’s as he spoke. “I wanna tear that pussy up,” he intoned, laughing darkly as the woman lying underneath him blushed heavily. “Fuckin’ King,” he scowled before rolling off of Orihime.
“K… King?”
“Him,” the Hollow sneered. “He finally fuckin’ notices I’m awake. Idiot,” his eyes narrowing to deadly slits before he turned his head to look at the flushed face of Orihime. Orihime smiled gently as she witnessed those hauntingly beautiful eyes soften for her. The hollow smiled a mischievous smile that was purely his and not Ichigo’s before leaning close and kissing her tenderly on the lips.
“My Queen,” he said somberly. “If he don’t treat ya like he should, I’ll kill ‘im. Jus for you.”
Before Orihime could fly off into a panic, the Hollow squeezed his eyes shut and turned on his side, away from her once again.
“Until next time,” the Hollow’s watery voice was but a bare whisper in the pitch black room.
It took another twenty minutes before Orihime could calm down, her nerves frayed from being up close and personal with Ichigo’s inner Hollow. Ichigo slept through the rest of the night and Orihime was thankful for that, how else was she to explain why her new nightie was ripped in some places.

A/N: Longgggg over due birthday present for AndMomoWasLoco. Happy Belated Birthday!!
I hope and pray that this gets me over the worst case of writer’s block that I have ever experienced.
So, I’m labeling this as complete but as usual I do have an idea for a second chapter… H/Ichi tag teaming Hime? What? Really?? Let me know if it’s something you want!
Thank you to all who read, fav, alert and review, etc.
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