Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Collecting Memories ❯ Chapter 1
Rukia tries to decide what it is about Orihime that draws her eye.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.19.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 788 | Visits: 3.3K | Status: Completed
Author: Dark Goddess
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rukia/Orihime
Summary: Rukia tries to decide what it is about Orihime that draws her eye.
Disclaimers: Bleach does not, in anyway shape or form, belong to me. This fanfic has been written without permission and it is only for entertainment purpose, nothing more.
Warning: Pr0n
Note: For my good friend Triste. I don't speak with you as often as I should. Happy Valentines Day. Hope you like it. ^.^
There was just something about Orihime that made Rukia want to watch her. Sure the girl was attractive but it wasn't just that. It also wasn't all the time. Rukia loved watching her when they made love. It probably had to do with the way her slim, long body moved when aroused and pleasured. Yes, Rukia figured that was it.
Aroused and blushing furiously, Orihime would ask for her to turn off the light but Rukia would never listen. Instead her fingers, so used to handling a rough blade, would trail down Orihime's flat stomach and pause to tangle within the patch of redish brown curls.
"Please," Orihime whimpered.
Rukia always would smile, shaking her head. "Pretty girls shouldn't hide themselves."
"But this is different!" she protested. Sometimes she wouldn't get that far but today Rukia was feeling generous, which also meant she was planning on teasing Orihime mercilessly.
"The lights have been on for a while," Rukia pointed out, her fingers finally decided to slip lower and caress Orihime's slit. It was warm to the touch, invitingly warm. She was already wet and her labia was partly open from arousal. They had been touching and kissing each other, reveling in--ignoring everything but--the feel of each other's bodies. Legs intertwined, sweat slicked stomachs rippling against each other, and Orihime's full breasts all but smothering her own smaller ones.
Their nipples met just as Rukia's fingers slipped inside, Orihime squeaked. Rukia's breath hitched.
"The lights!" She whined again, her face buried in Rukia's shoulder. Rukia chuckled, enjoying the feel of the tremors coursing over Orihime's body.
"No," Rukia replied, her voice husky with arousal. She was so wet, the clear liquid coursing down her thighs.
Orihime whimpered, clinging to Rukia, but soon forgot the denial to her frantic request. She was too lost in what Rukia was doing to her. Now Rukia could really watch her. She'd slip from Orihime's long arms, nestling herself more firmly between Orihime's quivering, milky white thighs and watched her.
Orihime's full breast bounced as she thrust against Rukia's fingers. Her eyes were clenched shut, blocking out the light and everything but the pleasure Rukia was inflicting on her. Face twisted in ecstacy and cheeks flushed, she'd always lose herself, moan out Rukia's name, demand more. Her arms would raise, fingers flexing and trying to touch Rukia, who would just swat them out of the way.
Rukia drank in the sight of her, knowing then that it had more to do than just seeing beautiful Orihime's writhing in ecstacy. Watching Orihime in such a state and knowing that it was her doing, it always reminded her of their first time.
Our first time... Rukia smiled and Orihime cried out her completion. Rukia kept rubbing Orihime's clit, just watching the tremors of orgasms rack her body with great pleasure. She felt a warm throbbing between her legs.
Their first time, the same night when Rukia had told Orihime how much she loved her.
She pulled her fingers out, dragging her tongue over them. Orihime saw her and moaned making Rukia chuckle.
Had it really been that long ago, all those years ago? Yes. Never had Rukia felt the passage of time so keenly then at times like this, when she remembered that day, when she watched Orihime. Rukia smiled, wondered if it seemed bittersweet, and leaned down catching her lover's lips in a needy kiss.
Orihime's arms were around her, her cool, slim fingers caressing Rukia's flanks before moving upwards to cup her smaller breasts. Rukia voiced her appreciation, or at least tried too. Orihime didn't want to release her tongue.
One day, any day really, Rukia knew her time with Orihime would come to its conclusion. That was why she did not turn off the lights. She knew she had to store as many of these moments as possible to access on a later date, to scare away the loneliness that came with immortality.
Owari.