Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Abarai's Advice for Dating ❯ Lemony Progression ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. I make no money writing this fan fiction.

The guttural sound of Ichigo's `oh damn' seemed to carry through the walls to the next room. Rukia blinked when she felt her lover's fingers reach around from behind and lightly brush her sensitive breasts. A shiver ran down her spine, goosepimpling her skin. Hot lips pressed a soft peck to the base of her neck, moving her dark hair aside to do so. An equally warm tongue gliding a path around the curve of her right ear followed it. She lay facing the wall, suddenly remembering where she was reposing, and the tingling of reiatsu instead of flesh that was touching her so delicately.

“I'd ask you to come out of that Gigai,” he whispered. “But since we've never done it like this…”

“I used my last bit of soul candy,” Rukia confessed, turning over in his arms. Although it was dark, she could clearly see the dark patterning on his pale skin through the gloom.

“Works for me then,” Renji whispered, slipping a leg between hers. Rukia tangled hers in his and hooked her leg around his hips to tug their bodies together. Already his hardness brushed her inner thigh and caused her to shiver pleasantly. However when he did not penetrate and simply slid his length between her legs she laughed. It was his nature to tease, and she did not mind at all. In fact she knew he was gathering his control for making love to her in physical form instead of them both being in the same state. Spiritrons against molecules made for interesting interactions, and she knew Renji was quite good at controlling his energies.

“Do you remember the first time we did this?” Rukia whispered.

For a moment Renji stalled, worried if he answered wrong he would lose the lead he had gained and end up kicked out of the warm futon. Not that he could not go to Urahara's store, but he enjoyed making love to her far too much to spoil the mood with a stupid comment. Therefore, he chose his words wisely, when he answered, “Yes, but each time with you's better than the last. Cause practice makes perfect.”

“Good answer,” Rukia teased, nipping his nose. “You're learning not to put your fat foot into your mouth as much.”

“Thank Ichigo for that,” murmured Renji.

“Oh so he's actually taught YOU something for a change. Imagine that,” Rukia chuckled.

“Kid's got some brains in his head when it comes to `romance' and flowers and all that junk,” Renji chuckled.

“Hey, all that junk means a LOT to us women, you clod,” Rukia yelped, thumping Renji on the head.

“Oww hey!” he grunted, grabbing her hand before she could bop him again. Rolling them over him pinned her down and transferred both wrists to one grasp. Rukia twisted her knee around his and then yanked her body to flip them over so she sat atop him. Renji's canine teeth gleamed in the moonlight as he licked his lips in a feral grin. He enjoyed it when his lover was dominant instead of deferring to him for all the initiative. If there was, one quality that described Rukia was it was determined. Passive did not suit her in the slightest, and she hated being a damsel in distress.

Flicking her neck, she brushed her straight glossy hair against his skin, tickling him for a change. Down and up his chest she did so, retaliating for so many times when his long hair had spilled over Rukia during their sex. This time Renji had kept his hair tied back, so Rukia bent down to work at the knot in his headband with her teeth. Once she loosened it, the piece of cloth fell away and she pressed soft kisses to his brow. Pleasant tingles from her touch spread all over the tattooed shinigami's bare skin, and she reached over to unfasten his hair tie and liberate his silky crimson mane. Then she combed his hair with her fingers, lifting and tossing it as she plunged her hands through its loveliness.

“I love how y' play with my hair,” he growled.

“You have twice the amount I do. I don't know if I should be jealous or thankful I don't have to brush this daily,” Rukia teased him, bathing her fingers in its softness.

Renji's hands slid up her thighs, stopping only to lift her up and set her on his pelvis. Rukia braced hands on his chest, not far from the rectangular markings gracing his pecks, and then pressed her knees down on his thighs. Shifting, she teasingly pretended to take him in, causing Renji to grit his teeth in frustration. As he held her up off him, she twisted playfully to one side, than the other, taxing his patience and driving him crazy with lust.

Then at last, she grasped him with one hand and guided him up inside her. Renji tossed his head back and forth with the incredible sliding sensation of her down his length. Rukia inhaled deeply, relaxing her body so she could contain him fully. Despite their disparate sizes, she was always pleased when they were able to connect so intimately that the inside of her thighs touched his. Some completely did he impale her she could swear that there was no emptiness inside her core.

Nor her heart. They fit each other perfectly as if made for one another.

“Rrr… enji…” she purred, rocking forwards.

“Ahh hell yes, it feels so damn good,” Renji growled, reaching up to grab her hips. He bucked upwards, relishing how easily she rocked and bucked on him.
**
Ichigo reverently peeled Orihime's underwear off her body. His eyes widened at how beautiful her nude body was, like a work of art. Swallowing hard he fought the urge to look away, but shame and embarrassment that he was doing something naughty made him divert his gaze. Frowning up at him Orihime asked, “Ichigo is something wrong?”

“Ah... no… I'm sorry Orihime… it's just that I'm ah…”

“I'm not pretty is that it?” Orihime said sadly.

“No, hell no. You are… gorgeous. However, I just… I've never seen you like this,” he murmured, correcting himself just before he admitted that Yoruichi was the first naked woman he saw. Once he forced himself to look, he realized there was nothing to be afraid of. This was not Yoruichi, this was Orihime, she wanted him to see, and he had every right to stare.

“I want to see you too,” Orihime said with a playful smile. Ichigo sat down next to her, and with shaking hands guided hers to the waistband of his boxers. Together they pulled them down, and he saw her eyes widening as she stared. He did not know whether to be embarrassed by her look of shock.

“Oh wow,” she said.

“Ah, yeah, so you know what I mean, eh?” Ichigo chuckled, awkwardly looking at her blushing face that must be as bright red as his must.

“You're red down there like I am,” Orihime giggled, and he did not know whether to die of embarrassment or join in. So he laughed as well, his eyes squeezed shut for a moment as they lay side by side on her bed.

“I guess… that's right,” Ichigo mumbled, then felt her hands tracing over his bare chest to where a red trail started just below his bellybutton. Shaking fingers rubbed her belly, and then stopped shy of her patch of hair too. Her blue eyes became intense with concentration, and she nodded when Ichigo hesitated.

“You okay?” she whispered in concern, stroking his cheek with her other hand.

“Yeah… you?”

“Mmm hmm,” Orihime nodded, her eyes filled with trust. “Let's explore together.”

Okay, be confident, Ichigo. Just like Pineapple head said. He thought to himself. Then he shoved the mental images of Renji out of his mind and returned to how soft and silky her skin was. The texture of her nether hairs as he slid his fingers through them, and the gasp he emitted when his lovely girlfriend's fingers wrapped around his length and stroked it.

“Damn,” Ichigo yelped.

“Ohh,” Orihime gasped, as his fingers slipped between her legs at the same moment. Her breath came out in a long hiss as she bit her lip, and Ichigo moaned at the sensation of her fingers stroking him. She marveled at how smooth, hard and slick his manhood was, and forgot that this was his soul reaper form.

“Reishi particles,” she mumbled.

“What…” Ichigo babbled, his mind sailing off the end of the world as she enclosed him in her hands and played with him.

“I ahh….” She got out, before Ichigo's fingers rubbed a sensitive spot. She bit back a loud cry and shivered.

“Mmmm,” Ichigo hummed, his eyes shut as she continued to rub in a way that seemed most delicious. “Just like that! Damn you've got talented fingers.”

“Deeper… go deeper please Ichigo,” Orihime pleaded, her eyes intently watching his fingers moving in and out of her. Moisture slid down them, seeping and hot with her essence. A burning itch was driving her wild and she knew she wanted far more. Ichigo continued to stroke in circular patterns and barely penetrated her vagina, guessing she would be sensitive there.

“I won't tell Dad thanks for the dirty magazines,” he thought wisely.

“Ichigoooo!” Orihime whimpered, and then let out a loud laughing shriek. Her legs squeezed on his hand, and her whole body shook with loud cries. Just the clenching of her muscles on his fingers told Ichigo that he had scored.

“Orihime, you okay?” he whispered, leaning over and wrapping his arm around her. He gave her a soft kiss.

“Ohm that was wonderful!” she laughed, wiping a tear from her eyes. “You have the best hands Ichigo!”

“I'm not the only one,” he mumbled, kissing her forehead and wiping away the tears. “That was amazing…”

“You think so?” she asked, smiling and glowing with the release of her first orgasm she hoped of many.

“I… I don't think I can hold back,” he gasped, feeling his muscles tightening.

“Wait, I'll help,” Orihime said, then reached under the pillow. She quickly tugged out a few foil wrapped squares and shakily started to tear one open with her teeth while stroking his cock with her other.

“But I'm…” Ichigo said dumbly, before he stopped himself. What would be the point? He had a condom that his father gave him, but it was of no use in his body. Still he helped her pull the green latex that smelled vaguely like mint and unroll it. Then together they struggled to unroll it down his sizable erection. Orihime's hand could not close around it, and she hoped that it was on right.

“I know you're in soul form, but you can't be too careful right?” she said with a soft whisper. “How should I lay?”

“I don't know… are you sure you want to be…”

“I don't care as long as you want this as much as I do,” Orihime reassured him. She lay back, opening her legs and bracing her arms at her sides.

Ichigo knelt between her parted legs, slowly cupping her backside as he held himself in his other hand. Reaching between her knees Orihime gently grabbed his wrapped erection and was surprised when he slid the tip down the left inner thigh. She lifted her hips and placed his tip just inside her vagina. Vigilantly Ichigo watched her face, his muscles twitching as he braced both hands on either side of her shoulders to hold himself up off her. Orihime lifted her ankles and wrapped her legs loosely around his hips, wriggling in a way she hoped was helpful.

“Ahhhh…” he groaned, spreading tight muscle aside and stopping.

Orihime panted, inhaling deeply and trying to relax herself. Rukia had told her what it would be like, and she was hoping it would not be too bad. Yet her own pleasure seemed secondary when she was delighted by the look of bliss on Ichigo's face. Especially when he moved partway in, and she grunted at the sensation of something itching and tearing.

“Guhhh… Ichigo,” Orihime gasped.

“You… okay?” he whispered.

“Yes…” she nodded, then figured she would not mind a bit of pain if it meant he would enjoy this first time. She swallowed any scream as he pushed the rest of the way in, and felt the bite of her nails in his back. So close and completely did she contain him that Ichigo almost lost his self-control immediately. His face was buried in her neck and she wrapped herself around him and held him completely still.

Against his ear, he heard her anxious pants and pounding heart. Softly he whispered, “Mmm Orihime, that feels so damn good… are you SURE you're all right?”

“Never better,” she said in a cheerful voice, but Ichigo knew better.

“It's okay if you have to cry Orihime,” Ichigo whispered, lifting his head form her shoulder. “I'm sorry if it hurts…”

“It's okay. You feel so nice and hard, and warm,” she murmured, liking how he remained so still. It took intense concentration and Ichigo's eyes locked into hers after he kissed her forehead.

“Hold on,” Ichigo urged. He flipped them over so Orihime was on top of him, and he dragged himself to sit up and fold her legs behind him. With her bottom tilted and her knees up, Orihime gasped with relief because she was opened further and he could completely seat himself inside.

“Ohh that's better,” she nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. She swallowed his question with an open-mouthed kiss, and then thrust her tongue into his mouth. Slowly she rocked her hips, and felt him move and twitch inside. The itching burn was sore and tight, but her body was giddy with the realization that this was Ichigo Kurosaki buried inside her.

“There… right there,” Ichigo gasped, breaking the kiss so she could breathe.

“So… that's why Zangetsu… is so big,” she giggled, and he realized how odd wit was that they were talking in the throes of passion.

“I ah… oh hell! This is so weird!” Ichigo snickered and Orihime laughed too. Completely naked and entangled they shared a mutual chuckle, and then placed their foreheads together.

“How is it weird?” Orihime asked, giggling and kissing his cheeks.

“Talking while we're… having …s….”

“Making love?” Orihime supplied, giving him a reassuring grin.

“Y…yeah… hell yeah,” Ichigo agreed, sighing as she rocked her hips. He thrust up a bit, seeing her eyes widen.

“Don't stop moving. I like that!” Orihime gasped. “It doesn't hurt now. It tickles!”

“You mean this?” Ichigo said with a mischievous smirk. Relief filled them both, and they began to relax and enjoy the rocking motion of their first lovemaking.
***

A loud screaming cry passed through the wall, causing the other couple to stop where they were. Knees hooked over Renji's shoulders, Rukia blinked up at him with wide confused eyes. He in turn exchanged the look, trying hard not to laugh at how shocked his lover looked.

“She's so loud,” Renji whispered.

“You're telling me. I hope I don't sound that ridiculous when I…” Rukia began. However, a wickedly delicious deep thrust from Renji chased the words away in favor of a loud gasp.

“Shall we find out?” he smirked, and she held onto his shoulders as he bucked wildly upwards. A strangled cry from the next room sounded vaguely like Ichigo, and she struggled to block out mental images of what he must look like.

“S… sorry… he just sounds… so funny…” Rukia gasped.

“D… dammit you made me lose count…” Renji gasped, and then stopped. His entire body trembled with laughter as he guffawed. Crashing back he almost bumped his head on the floor. Rukia landed on top of him, the motion driving Renji deep into her. Both of them laughed so hard that when the first would stop, al they had to do was look at the other before bursting into peels of mirth again. Their ribs hurt with the effort not to laugh, and soon they were panting and gasping breathlessly.

“My sides… hurt…” Rukia whined, and she let out a loud squeal on the verge of another laugh.

“Oh… shit… that's too fucking… funny… I can't help myself!” Renji huffed, laughing so hard he could barely control his diaphragm.

Sprawled across him, as she was Rukia felt the twitch of his abdominal muscles under hers. She laid her head on his chest, her cheek pressed to one of the dark tattoo markings on his pecks, weak with their laughing fit. Her fingers twisted his hair around them and she squeezed her eyes shut to keep from looking at him. If she did, she could hardly breathe.

“I'm going… to die laughing,” Rukia huffed, her smile so broad it hurt her cheeks.

“I… I hope… you won't get me… to do… Konso… on you…” Renji yelped.

“Stop… oh stop… my sides… my cheeks hurt!” Rukia pleaded, slapping his chest hard. Relief filled them both when they realized their friends had finally found the courage to declare their love.

“It took us forty years to do this,” he murmured.

“I know. At least they're young and have one another now,” she whispered.

“Better late than never?” he murmured, bending down to give her a kiss. Rukia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her once more. Tongues melding into the shared space of their merged mouths they enjoyed what they had only shortly found before Ichigo and Orihime, but had many years to catch up on.