Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Abarai's Advice for Dating ❯ Downtime ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: StarbearerTM 
Orihime's apartment and ice cream accompany late night movies as the two couples settle in. But how far do they go?
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.31.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 319 | Status: Completed
Orihime's apartment and ice cream accompany late night movies as the two couples settle in. But how far do they go?
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.31.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 319 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. I make no money writing this fan fiction that means no harm to the anime or manga.
Summary: This takes place after Abarai's advice. What do three Shinigami and a human with powers do after a successful hollow kill?
Together three Soul Reapers and a powerful human had done it. Dispatched six hollows in the space of less than a half hour. Now they were ready for a break, and still the orange haired young man and the tattooed older man in dark robes were finding yet another competition.
Ichigo Kurosaki bearing Orihime Inoue raced to reach his girlfriend's apartment just seconds before Renji Abarai, who was carrying Rukia Kuchiki. After ten minutes the two male Shinigami had commenced a contest. Rather it was Renji who shouted, “Hey strawberry! Last one to the apartment's a rotten egg!”
“Says you, Pineapple head!” Ichigo shouted.
“Hey shut up! I'll make you eat those words you little shit!” Renji taunted.
“You never stop showing off do you?” Rukia groaned, pressing her face into Renji's neck. Now with her arms wrapped around his neck she sat on his back while he leapt from building to building. Ichigo still trotted across the telephone wires, poking a tongue out at them both. Rukia whispered, “Are you going to let him get away with that, Renji?”
“Hell no. Hang on, let's show this punk kid what a veteran can do with flash step,” Renji snickered. Rukia hid her giggle when she pressed her face to the back of Renji's neck where his bright garnet hair met his skin.
“Go Ichigo! You can win!” Orihime cheered, accidentally putting her hands over her boyfriend's eyes.
“Hey, `Hime I can't see! I don't want you to fall off!” Ichigo yelled. His grip on her calves tightened and Orihime glanced behind her to see that Renji had shot past them. Rukia's violet gaze trained on Ichigo and she blew him a raspberry.
“Oh no way, c'mon! Give me a break!” Ichigo huffed, increasing his pace.
“Slowpoke! What the hell's the matter with you, kid? Can't you keep up with an old timer?” Renji huffed.
“Cheaters never prosper!” Orihime sing songed.
“Who's cheating?” Rukia called back.
“You guys are leaping like and that covers more ground than running, so how can that be fair… because you really…” Orihime babbled. However her words were lost over the loud huffing grunts of her boyfriend tearing ahead again. Ichigo leapt off the phone wires, sailing across a wide gap towards the nearest building. Orihime waved to Renji and Rukia who had just leapt onto the wires. With a frustrated growl their competitors charged ahead.
“HEY you just said….” Renji called out.
“She's been around Urahara's shop a bit too much. But we're almost there,” Rukia reassured him. “After all I'm lighter than she is.”
“Not to mention that big assed, always released, zanpakuto of his right that he's lugging… around,” Renji panted, glancing back at his rider. Rukia leaned over and pressed his mouth in a kiss, almost making Renji fall off the wires.
“Yayy Ichigo we won!” Orihime's loud voice called up from below.
“Damn it,” Rukia cursed. With a spectacular leap Renji soared down, his pleated hakama and sleeves ruffling in the downdraft. Right in front of Ichigo he landed, startling the lad so much he stumbled back from Orihime's porch.
“You crazy jackass what the hell kind of stunt is that? I could have dropped her!” Ichigo hollered. He let Orihime slide down to her feet and shoved his face right into the other's.
“Payback for tossing Rukia like a sack of potatoes, that's what!” Renji growled, his nose almost touching Ichigo's.
Rukia meanwhile slid down off his back and wandered over to where Orihime stood shaking her head. She bit her lip, her mouth quivering a bit. Gently tapping her shoulder Rukia whispered, “Don't let it get to you. It's a good sign.”
“I just don't like arguing because it makes your blood pressure shoot sky high and I know they're spirits but I'm sure something shoots up and it makes you all angry and not able to talk and chat nicely, and if my neighbors can hear… not that's right they can't because they're…”
“Ice cream?” Rukia said, grasping her friend's hand and dragging Orihime up the front steps. Leaving Ichigo and Renji suddenly tackling each other and wrestling.
“If you two babies are done now?” Rukia shouted. Snapping their heads up, Ichigo and Renji let go of one another's robes and dashed up the stairs.
“You two are hopeless!” Orihime giggled, turning away from the door. She had slipped her key into the lock and was wrestling with it.
“Forget it, I can't wait,” Renji said, walking past her.
Summary: This takes place after Abarai's advice. What do three Shinigami and a human with powers do after a successful hollow kill?
Together three Soul Reapers and a powerful human had done it. Dispatched six hollows in the space of less than a half hour. Now they were ready for a break, and still the orange haired young man and the tattooed older man in dark robes were finding yet another competition.
Ichigo Kurosaki bearing Orihime Inoue raced to reach his girlfriend's apartment just seconds before Renji Abarai, who was carrying Rukia Kuchiki. After ten minutes the two male Shinigami had commenced a contest. Rather it was Renji who shouted, “Hey strawberry! Last one to the apartment's a rotten egg!”
“Says you, Pineapple head!” Ichigo shouted.
“Hey shut up! I'll make you eat those words you little shit!” Renji taunted.
“You never stop showing off do you?” Rukia groaned, pressing her face into Renji's neck. Now with her arms wrapped around his neck she sat on his back while he leapt from building to building. Ichigo still trotted across the telephone wires, poking a tongue out at them both. Rukia whispered, “Are you going to let him get away with that, Renji?”
“Hell no. Hang on, let's show this punk kid what a veteran can do with flash step,” Renji snickered. Rukia hid her giggle when she pressed her face to the back of Renji's neck where his bright garnet hair met his skin.
“Go Ichigo! You can win!” Orihime cheered, accidentally putting her hands over her boyfriend's eyes.
“Hey, `Hime I can't see! I don't want you to fall off!” Ichigo yelled. His grip on her calves tightened and Orihime glanced behind her to see that Renji had shot past them. Rukia's violet gaze trained on Ichigo and she blew him a raspberry.
“Oh no way, c'mon! Give me a break!” Ichigo huffed, increasing his pace.
“Slowpoke! What the hell's the matter with you, kid? Can't you keep up with an old timer?” Renji huffed.
“Cheaters never prosper!” Orihime sing songed.
“Who's cheating?” Rukia called back.
“You guys are leaping like and that covers more ground than running, so how can that be fair… because you really…” Orihime babbled. However her words were lost over the loud huffing grunts of her boyfriend tearing ahead again. Ichigo leapt off the phone wires, sailing across a wide gap towards the nearest building. Orihime waved to Renji and Rukia who had just leapt onto the wires. With a frustrated growl their competitors charged ahead.
“HEY you just said….” Renji called out.
“She's been around Urahara's shop a bit too much. But we're almost there,” Rukia reassured him. “After all I'm lighter than she is.”
“Not to mention that big assed, always released, zanpakuto of his right that he's lugging… around,” Renji panted, glancing back at his rider. Rukia leaned over and pressed his mouth in a kiss, almost making Renji fall off the wires.
“Yayy Ichigo we won!” Orihime's loud voice called up from below.
“Damn it,” Rukia cursed. With a spectacular leap Renji soared down, his pleated hakama and sleeves ruffling in the downdraft. Right in front of Ichigo he landed, startling the lad so much he stumbled back from Orihime's porch.
“You crazy jackass what the hell kind of stunt is that? I could have dropped her!” Ichigo hollered. He let Orihime slide down to her feet and shoved his face right into the other's.
“Payback for tossing Rukia like a sack of potatoes, that's what!” Renji growled, his nose almost touching Ichigo's.
Rukia meanwhile slid down off his back and wandered over to where Orihime stood shaking her head. She bit her lip, her mouth quivering a bit. Gently tapping her shoulder Rukia whispered, “Don't let it get to you. It's a good sign.”
“I just don't like arguing because it makes your blood pressure shoot sky high and I know they're spirits but I'm sure something shoots up and it makes you all angry and not able to talk and chat nicely, and if my neighbors can hear… not that's right they can't because they're…”
“Ice cream?” Rukia said, grasping her friend's hand and dragging Orihime up the front steps. Leaving Ichigo and Renji suddenly tackling each other and wrestling.
“If you two babies are done now?” Rukia shouted. Snapping their heads up, Ichigo and Renji let go of one another's robes and dashed up the stairs.
“You two are hopeless!” Orihime giggled, turning away from the door. She had slipped her key into the lock and was wrestling with it.
“Forget it, I can't wait,” Renji said, walking past her.
“You forget it; you're not going to try that spell for walking through walls! You'll just blow up the door, and I'm sure Orihime doesn't want her apartment fixed AGAIN,” Rukia glared at him, shoving him back.
“Relax Rukia! That wasn't what I was gonna do, sheesh!” Renji rolled his eyes and playfully wrapped his arm around Rukia. Neatly he swung around her and raised his foot.
“You are NOT going to kick it open!” Rukia shouted.
“Trust me! I'm not gonna do THAT either!” Renji snapped, bracing the sole of his sandal on the door instead.
“If you two would stop bitching at each other we can all relax maybe?” Ichigo glared at them. “You guys are acting like you're in freaking grade school! And you're supposed to be older than Orihime and me?”
“Guys, easy,” Orihime waved her hands.
“Trust me,” Renji chuckled, straightening his knee. Foot braced against the door, it flew open easily.
Ichigo snickered a bit as Rukia sighed. “If you two would stop bitching at each other we can all relax maybe?”
“No manners. I can't take him anywhere,” she mumbled.
“You thought I was gonna break it down did ya, shrimp?” Renji teased her.
“Yeah, yeah, just be glad it opens INWARD or you'll be paying for a new door, stupid,” Ichigo glared at him.
“Thanks Renji! I don't want to get evicted again,” Orihime said, her smile lightening the good natured bantering.
“There you see, some people know how to say thank you. I may be from the streets but I DO know manners, Rukia,” Renji stuck his tongue out at her.
“Says the guy who's acting his shoe size, and not his age,” Rukia glared at him. She shoved him aside, and motioned Orihime and Ichigo to go in. The door slammed behind them and soon the sounds of good natured arguing were muffled by the walls.
***
Clustered around the coffee table, four friends reached for container of ice cream. Still wearing their soul reaper robes, Ichigo and Renji haggled over who got the chocolate fudge and caramel. Finally, Renji smacked Ichigo's hand and seized the rocky road.
“All right already, sheesh,” Ichigo snorted, grabbing a tub of sherbet and hugging it to his chest. “Back off dammit it this is mine! Orihime said so!”
“Boys, behave!” Rukia snapped, marching into the room in her gigai form. Renji shifted over on the sofa and patted the place neck to him, hanging onto his carton of ice cream he had wrestled from Ichigo.
“Go ahead and eat your frozen fruit, boy. This is MINE,” Renji mock threatened.
“Don't you two remember you're not at home? Stop fighting and start behaving. How are you going to eat that stuff and not make a mess is beyond me,” Rukia sighed, shaking her head.
“I'm getting some spoons for you!” Orihime said from the kitchen. “And some dishes! And don't worry! I got that sofa from Chad's friends. They brought it up here, remember?”
***
Clustered around the coffee table, four friends reached for container of ice cream. Still wearing their soul reaper robes, Ichigo and Renji haggled over who got the chocolate fudge and caramel. Finally, Renji smacked Ichigo's hand and seized the rocky road.
“All right already, sheesh,” Ichigo snorted, grabbing a tub of sherbet and hugging it to his chest. “Back off dammit it this is mine! Orihime said so!”
“Boys, behave!” Rukia snapped, marching into the room in her gigai form. Renji shifted over on the sofa and patted the place neck to him, hanging onto his carton of ice cream he had wrestled from Ichigo.
“Go ahead and eat your frozen fruit, boy. This is MINE,” Renji mock threatened.
“Don't you two remember you're not at home? Stop fighting and start behaving. How are you going to eat that stuff and not make a mess is beyond me,” Rukia sighed, shaking her head.
“I'm getting some spoons for you!” Orihime said from the kitchen. “And some dishes! And don't worry! I got that sofa from Chad's friends. They brought it up here, remember?”
“Heh, you've got good sense, girl,” Renji waved his spoon appreciatively at her. He swung his legs around and lay on the sofa, then shifted enough so Rukia could sit next to him.
“Huh, the expiration date's a week old?” mumbled Ichigo, opening the lid on the sherbet container. “I hope this is safe to eat…”
“Huh, the expiration date's a week old?” mumbled Ichigo, opening the lid on the sherbet container. “I hope this is safe to eat…”
“It should be fine! It's a new tub Ichigo,” Orihime reassured him.
“Okay, no problem. Sorry,” Ichigo said, seeing the slight frown on her face.
“It is, you moron. I'll eat it if you don't want it,” Renji leaned forwards.
“Knock it off!” Rukia scolded, smacking Renji's hand. He yelped and shook it, glaring wounded at her.
“I hope you like oolong tea,” said Orihime, carrying a tray and setting it on the coffee table. Along with the steaming pot were stacked a few bowls with spoons. Gratefully they all seized the cups. As Orihime moved to sit on the floor, Ichigo rose from the armchair.
“Hey, don't do that… you sit here, okay?” he offered.
“No, you've been fighting all day,” She insisted.
“Both of you sit down and shut up,” Renji glared at them both.
“I think both of us could fit on the chair,” Orihime said softly, looking at Renji and Rukia huddled together on the sofa. Ichigo blushed a bit and then sat down first, sliding back enough so his knees were open.
“Um you can sit here, in front of me, Orihime,” he offered shyly. She nestled between his knees and sat on the edge of the chair happily. Seizing her own tea, she gulped it happily. That allowed her to rest her head against his chest and sigh with contentment. For the moment, Ichigo was thankful that Renji and Rukia were more focused on one another than he was. It was not his fault that Renji hogged the sofa so nobody but Rukia could sit on it.
Ichigo kept the sherbet container on one knee while wrapping his hand around Orihime to steady her. Noticing he was having to reach around her to eat it one handed she took the spoon from him instead. Her shoving the spoonful into his mouth stifled his words and for a moment, he looked dumbly at her with the handle sticking out and staring at the television.
“He looks like an idiot,” Renji nodded his head towards the young substitute Soul reaper.
“Move your butt and stop taking up so much damn room with those long legs of yours, sheesh,” Rukia shoved at his knee, pushing hard.
“Quit bitching, will you?” Renji muttered back. Grabbing her by her hips, he lifted her up and plunked her right on his lap.
“What are you doing… you big oaf?” she hissed, before Ichigo and Orihime happened to look their way.
“Who the hell cares? You're more comfy now so quiet already,” he smirked in that feral way that caused her heart to pound faster. Despite her urge to say something else, witty she did realize he was right. His lap was indeed more comfortable than Orihime's overstuffed sofa that Renji sank into like an amoeba. Repositioning her to lay against him, he wrapped his arm around her and placed the ice cream container in her lap. Then he sighed happily and laid his head back on one of the decorative pillows. His arm held Rukia down, making it impossible for her to get up even if she wished.
Not far away, two zanpakuto rested against the wall, safely in their scabbards. Zangetsu swathed in bandages near Zabimaru, in its red sheath. Ichigo's segmented sword belt still crossed his chest, but now Orihime was resting her head on his shoulder and twisting around to feed him mouthfuls of sherbet while he tried to keep her from falling on the floor.
“No, this works better,” she insisted, getting up and sitting on one of his knees. Ichigo realized that her shapely bottom now felt rather deliciously heavy. Then she swung around to sit sideways on his lap so her back rested against his arm and the chair. Swallowing hard, Ichigo realized that he was glad the soul reaper uniforms were not form fitting.
“You sure you don't want me to sit on the floor?” he asked quietly.
“Do you want me to move?” she asked.
“No… it's just that um… well…” he trailed off. Blood pounded in his ears and he realized Orihime was watching him very carefully.
“It is, you moron. I'll eat it if you don't want it,” Renji leaned forwards.
“Knock it off!” Rukia scolded, smacking Renji's hand. He yelped and shook it, glaring wounded at her.
“I hope you like oolong tea,” said Orihime, carrying a tray and setting it on the coffee table. Along with the steaming pot were stacked a few bowls with spoons. Gratefully they all seized the cups. As Orihime moved to sit on the floor, Ichigo rose from the armchair.
“Hey, don't do that… you sit here, okay?” he offered.
“No, you've been fighting all day,” She insisted.
“Both of you sit down and shut up,” Renji glared at them both.
“I think both of us could fit on the chair,” Orihime said softly, looking at Renji and Rukia huddled together on the sofa. Ichigo blushed a bit and then sat down first, sliding back enough so his knees were open.
“Um you can sit here, in front of me, Orihime,” he offered shyly. She nestled between his knees and sat on the edge of the chair happily. Seizing her own tea, she gulped it happily. That allowed her to rest her head against his chest and sigh with contentment. For the moment, Ichigo was thankful that Renji and Rukia were more focused on one another than he was. It was not his fault that Renji hogged the sofa so nobody but Rukia could sit on it.
Ichigo kept the sherbet container on one knee while wrapping his hand around Orihime to steady her. Noticing he was having to reach around her to eat it one handed she took the spoon from him instead. Her shoving the spoonful into his mouth stifled his words and for a moment, he looked dumbly at her with the handle sticking out and staring at the television.
“He looks like an idiot,” Renji nodded his head towards the young substitute Soul reaper.
“Move your butt and stop taking up so much damn room with those long legs of yours, sheesh,” Rukia shoved at his knee, pushing hard.
“Quit bitching, will you?” Renji muttered back. Grabbing her by her hips, he lifted her up and plunked her right on his lap.
“What are you doing… you big oaf?” she hissed, before Ichigo and Orihime happened to look their way.
“Who the hell cares? You're more comfy now so quiet already,” he smirked in that feral way that caused her heart to pound faster. Despite her urge to say something else, witty she did realize he was right. His lap was indeed more comfortable than Orihime's overstuffed sofa that Renji sank into like an amoeba. Repositioning her to lay against him, he wrapped his arm around her and placed the ice cream container in her lap. Then he sighed happily and laid his head back on one of the decorative pillows. His arm held Rukia down, making it impossible for her to get up even if she wished.
Not far away, two zanpakuto rested against the wall, safely in their scabbards. Zangetsu swathed in bandages near Zabimaru, in its red sheath. Ichigo's segmented sword belt still crossed his chest, but now Orihime was resting her head on his shoulder and twisting around to feed him mouthfuls of sherbet while he tried to keep her from falling on the floor.
“No, this works better,” she insisted, getting up and sitting on one of his knees. Ichigo realized that her shapely bottom now felt rather deliciously heavy. Then she swung around to sit sideways on his lap so her back rested against his arm and the chair. Swallowing hard, Ichigo realized that he was glad the soul reaper uniforms were not form fitting.
“You sure you don't want me to sit on the floor?” he asked quietly.
“Do you want me to move?” she asked.
“No… it's just that um… well…” he trailed off. Blood pounded in his ears and he realized Orihime was watching him very carefully.
“I like how your nose scrunches up a bit when you look confused,” Orihime commented.
“Um yeah, well if you're okay with it, then I guess I've gotta live with it,” Ichigo said, feeling the hot wave of awkwardness shiver him. He relaxed a bit when he saw the pink flush staining Orihime's cheeks, guessing it must be like his own.
By now, Rukia and Renji were fully absorbed in one another, simply paying the rest of their attention to whatever was on the TV. Neither glanced in their direction. To the rest of the world it had ceased to exist except Renji, Rukia on his lap, and the sofa they occupied.
“I have a TV in my room if you want to watch a different movie there,” Orihime whispered into his ear.
“I have a TV in my room if you want to watch a different movie there,” Orihime whispered into his ear.
“O… okay,” Ichigo said, relieved not to have to watch Rukia and Renji mapping each other's mouths out in plain view.
He felt relief and reluctance when Orihime climbed off his lap and extended her hand to help him up. Long fingers wrapped around hers he let her lead him through the small hallway into a darkened space. His eyes squeezed tightly shut when she flicked the light on and closed the door behind them.
“I thought we should let them be alone there,” Orihime said softly, her face pink with the same blush that Ichigo felt he must have.
“Thanks. It was getting pretty uncomfortable in there, you know,” he nodded.
“We can just sit on the bed if you want. Or I could sit on the bed and you could sit in my chair and…” Orihime babbled, not looking at him.
“Why don't you pick a movie and we'll just sit together on the bed, as we are,” Ichigo interrupted her, knowing she must be as nervous as he must. She tossed him a grateful look and turned her back, giving him a nice view of her sweatpants covered backside.
“I was going to get my nightgown on, but I… oh geez!” she shivered, her cheeks bright pink.
“Orihime, I don't want you to think I'm trying to make you do something you don't want to,” Ichigo managed to croak out, sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Don't you want to be here with me?” she asked, still with her back to him.
“I do. It's just that I… um… I don't want you to think I'm a pervert or anything, okay?” Ichigo blurted out. Then he regretted it as she continued to stand there.
“It's okay if you did want to think of me that way, Ichigo. Because I think of you, that way sometimes,” Orihime said softly, turning her head slightly to face him.
Relief filled Ichigo, and he released a pent up breath. Smiling fondly he wandered over and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She turned around, and leaned into the hug. Carefully Ichigo guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, and kept his arm around her shoulders.
Lips near her ear he whispered, “Hey, I know what may make you feel more comfortable. I will turn my back and you can get changed if you want. I'll just stay as I am okay?”
“Oh okay, that would be nice, Ichigo,” Orihime nodded eagerly, her eyes shining. “Why don't you um… get comfy? I mean as you do at home. I don't mind if you want to wear your soul reaper clothes on my bed.”
Ichigo felt his stomach finally stop quivering under her calm gaze. Trust exuded from those blue eyes and he knew there was no need for him to be worried about her. More accurately, he was worried that he would be a disappointment. Always she put him on a pedestal, and he half wondered what he had done to deserve it.
Glancing across the room so he would not look at her changing, he fixed his eyes on Zangetsu leaning against her window ledge instead. Never comfortable without being near his sword, Ichigo had moved it inside. It gave him a feeling of security knowing that part of him was always there sharing each experience.
*Even this one, Ichigo* Zangetsu's voice seemed to echo. He was glad because it was drowning out any unsettled hollow feelings. However, he knew that Zangetsu would hold tightly to that side of him and together they would force it into submission. For just how long he was not sure.
*Did you forget that I'm here? You are the rider after all. And the king of your own domain. Just as in battle turn around, face your fear and don't look back.*
“I should be in my body. I don't know if this is a great idea in soul reaper form,” Ichigo muttered. Untying his sash, he removed the black surcoat of his uniform to reveal the white undershirt that was tucked into his hakama waistband.
“What was that? I don't mind. I know you won't go sinking through the bed or me on it. I never saw you walking through walls Ichigo. I mean you said you could but it's always funny how you and Renji never sink through anything solid,” Orihime's voice interrupted him thankfully.
“I should be in my body. I don't know if this is a great idea in soul reaper form,” Ichigo muttered. Untying his sash, he removed the black surcoat of his uniform to reveal the white undershirt that was tucked into his hakama waistband.
“What was that? I don't mind. I know you won't go sinking through the bed or me on it. I never saw you walking through walls Ichigo. I mean you said you could but it's always funny how you and Renji never sink through anything solid,” Orihime's voice interrupted him thankfully.
“Well Rukia walked through MY wall once, but I've never been able to,” Ichigo said. He smiled once more, his ears filled with her tangential chattering. It blocked his brooding effectively. Still glancing at the wrapped bandages on the sword's sheath he said, “Are you decent?”
“I think so,” Orihime answered and he turned is head to see her wearing a long flannel nightgown with a pair of sweatpants underneath. She pushed the button on the small TV in her bedroom and padded over to sit on the bed.
Ichigo shifted over to sit on the side braced against the wall, and lifted his arms to fold them behind his head. Orihime swung her legs around and Ichigo felt her head pillowing itself on his chest. Absently her hand rested on the hem of his white undershirt, tracing fingers along its seam.
Although both of them tried to focus on the late night show, Ichigo was getting rather distracted by Orihime's fingers diverting into his shirt top. Swallowing hard he heard Renji's advice yammering in his head and he slowly lowered his folded arm to wrap around her shoulder. Orihime sighed contentedly and curled her knees up to press against his thigh.
Slowly Ichigo relaxed, feeling how heavy his eyelids suddenly were. A loud snore caused him to blink and he saw Orihime was fast asleep. Smiling he grabbed the quilt that hung over the headboard and unfolded it to pull around them both. Shifting a bit so he faced her, he curled up protectively so they were facing one another. A soft murmur came from her pink lips and he rested his head on the soft pillows.
***
“I think so,” Orihime answered and he turned is head to see her wearing a long flannel nightgown with a pair of sweatpants underneath. She pushed the button on the small TV in her bedroom and padded over to sit on the bed.
Ichigo shifted over to sit on the side braced against the wall, and lifted his arms to fold them behind his head. Orihime swung her legs around and Ichigo felt her head pillowing itself on his chest. Absently her hand rested on the hem of his white undershirt, tracing fingers along its seam.
Although both of them tried to focus on the late night show, Ichigo was getting rather distracted by Orihime's fingers diverting into his shirt top. Swallowing hard he heard Renji's advice yammering in his head and he slowly lowered his folded arm to wrap around her shoulder. Orihime sighed contentedly and curled her knees up to press against his thigh.
Slowly Ichigo relaxed, feeling how heavy his eyelids suddenly were. A loud snore caused him to blink and he saw Orihime was fast asleep. Smiling he grabbed the quilt that hung over the headboard and unfolded it to pull around them both. Shifting a bit so he faced her, he curled up protectively so they were facing one another. A soft murmur came from her pink lips and he rested his head on the soft pillows.
***