Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn to the Rhythm (The Easiest Thing ) ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer

I don't own Bleach and I am not making any money off of it. Some other lucky bastard is!

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Author's Note(s)

WARNING: I am prone to fits of writing graphic gratuitous sex, anyone who tried to translate my pen name shouldn't be surprised [Saseko, loose woman, whore]. This story will have a lot of graphically written gratuitous sex of the vanilla and possibly not very vanilla flavor (we'll see). So if you don't like reading that stuff, now may be a good time to stop reading.

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Chapter Edit History

2/11/08 grammar, spelling, a few added words, nothing major

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Chapter Summary

We get a slightly better understanding of Orihime's powers. Uryuu is still a virgin but he has the most FANTASTIC sex education teacher ever! Sorry I didn't get around to the meeting at the Urahara shop, I got side tracked.

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CHAPTER 7

 

Orihime ran around her new unfamiliar apartment buck naked, she had given Uryuu ten minutes to take a shower and get dressed, which meant she had ten minutes to find her own clothes, the ones she hadn't seen since last night when they shared their first kiss. `Where are my clothes, where are my clothes, where are my clothes…' Her face lit up! “Ah ha!” She raised both arms in triumph. “I found you! Victory is mine!” Well, she found her bra anyway and promptly put it on... “Now where are your little friends?” She opened up the washing machine and frowned, “Your little friends are swimming.” `I should have known he'd do the laundry, oh well lets see what he has.'

 

Orihime slipped into the fresh pair of boxers he gave her before she took her bath from hell, and delved into his drawers looking for something suitable to wear. She tossed a pair of clean boxers on the bed for him to wear. `Oh that's cute!' She flipped through his perfectly square folded t-shirts, `how does he do that,' and noticed that he had sewn a small Quincy cross on the tag of every one of them. She quickly snatched one up and slid it on before grabbing another and tossing it on the bed with his underwear. `Oh he's so adorable;' she'd been separated from him by a single door for five minutes and already she missed him. `I bet he sews the Quincy cross on all of his clothes!'

 

She raided his closet; sure enough every piece of fabric he wore had a Quincy cross stitched on it somewhere. She had to wonder, `does this bless his clothes or is this like a name tag?' She remembered that when Tatsuki would go off to karate camp, her mom would always write her name on all of her clothes.

 

She rummaged through the rest of his drawers, `Argh, Ury-kun don't you wear shorts?' apparently not since she couldn't find any, `how can he not wear shorts?' She thought his legs were dreamy, so smooth, thick, and muscular. She grabbed a two pairs of his sweat pants from the closet, two pair of socks, and she pinned back her hair; she was ready to go. One problem, she was scared to death to leave the apartment. `Maybe Ury-kun can go and just take notes for me.'

 

She heard the shower turn off and ran into the kitchen. She didn't want to be anywhere near her dripping wet undercover god when he got out of the shower. Her personal restraint was already running low and she didn't feel the need to test the weak boundaries of what little self control she still had.

 

As soon as she heard him in the bedroom she quietly slipped into the bathroom and shut the door.

 

Ishida scrubbed himself clean as quickly he could, `she gave me ten minutes.' He couldn't stop thinking of her reiatsu, `it's going to take me a while to get used to seeing all that energy everywhere.' “Orihime, what are you?” She wasn't human, she wasn't Quincy or Shinigami, and she certainly wasn't a hollow or a Vizard; Orihime was something else entirely. It scared him. It scared him because whatever she was her own power was a considerable threat to her life, and he felt wholly useless to help her. He also wondered if he would ever find out why her energy was flowing through him and how it was possible for her to transfer a part of herself like that to begin with. Oh, and not to mention, it will take a little time to adjust to having eyes that lit up.

 

He checked his watch, `five minutes, better hurry this up.' He was done in three. He was surprised to find his clothes tossed on the bed. `She picks my nose and lays my clothes out!' His heart swelled, he was happy, he was no longer alone, and finally he mattered to someone. Orihime cared.

 

For a boy who was just a few cards shy of being a complete hermit, having someone else instantly seep into every hidden crevice of his life seemed strangely easy. He felt as if he'd been denied so much for too long. He felt that it was the rest of his life, the years that he had already lived through, that had been broken and wrong, but now she was here and she was finally going to make his life what it should be. He starred at the clothes on the bed, `I've never worn a t-shirt and sweat pants in public,' those where his stay at home clothes. `Oh well, she's the boss.' He smiled to himself, `I guess I better get dressed.'

 

A few feet away in a still hot and steamy bathroom that smelled heavily of freshly cleaned god, a small girl tried desperately to stop inhaling the air and focus on the task at hand, she debated, `my finger or his toothbrush?' His toothbrush won, it was no contest!

 

His voice pierced through the bathroom door, “Come on Hime-chan, it's time to go.” He hoped that she would feel better today about being outside, around other people.

 

Walking out of the bathroom she casually confessed, “Ury-kun, I used your toothbrush. I don't have one here and I figured since you saw me naked and I haven't seen you naked it was fair.” It was Hime-logic, she had it all planned out.

 

`That's crazy; my Orihime is a special kind of girl.' He just shrugged and laughed, “sounds ok, but if you ask me I think I got the better half of the deal.” He looked her up and down, “you like my clothes?” He swore she could make a burlap sack look hot if she wore it.

 

She was itching to touch him. She wrapped her arms around him and listened to his heart beat against his chest. Her restless energy calmed when he wrapped his arms around her. “I think I should go without a bra Ury-kun, that way I can say I'm only wearing your clothes. Besides,” she nuzzled her face into him and squeezed him tight, “it's the only thing I'm wearing that doesn't have a Quincy cross sewn into it.”

 

He cocked one eyebrow up and thought about that statement for a minute, `has she always had this dry backhanded sense of humor?' “Brat,” he snapped her bra, “you're perfectly wonderful just the way you are, and you should mind yourself and be a good little girl, or you'll wake up one morning to find I sewed a Quincy cross on all of your clothes too!”

 

She didn't so much mind that idea. Looking up at her proud Quincy boy she smiled big, “fine, you do that. It'll just show everyone who I belong too.” Case closed!

 

His chest swelled with pride and triumph, he wasn't sure if it was just the way the masculine ego worked or if it was something else, but he loved the idea of her belonging to him just as much as he loved the idea of being owned by her. He gave her one quick tight squeeze and headed toward the door, “come koi, time to go.”

 

The change was instantaneous; he could see the intense fear in her eyes. She was just as scared when they left the Urahara shop yesterday. She began to panic and shake so badly that he picked her up and Hirenkyaku'ed home. He remembered her plea from last night, her plea for him to try and understand her and not coddle her like a child. He'd been to seven rape survivors meetings and he'd read at least ten different books about rape during the two weeks she slept. He understood that she did not want to touch other people but nothing he knew could explain why she was so afraid to step outside.

 

He walked back over to her and pulled her gently toward the door. Stopping at the threshold he took her hands in his and lowered himself down on one knee, “Hime-chan, I don't understand. Please tell me what it's like for you outside. Why are you so afraid?”

 

“It's not that I'm afraid of the world Ury-kun. The world's the same; I'm just different than I used to be. I told you that, I'm not the same girl I was before.” She watched him listen patiently, she could see the confusion and worry etch across his face, “It's my power Ury-kun, my reiatsu, and it's too much. I can't handle it or control it yet. I know Urahara-san and Yoruichi-san put a reiatsu barrier around the shop, my apartment and yours. It's strong enough to contain the massive reiatsu flare you had the other night, and it's strong enough to keep reiatsu and other energies from entering, but it's too weak to hold my reiatsu, which for some strange reason doesn't attract hollows like yours does.” She could see she had his full attention, “When I leave the barrier I can feel the life force or the energy of everyone my reiatsu touches. Urahara's barrier keeps that excess energy out.” She look at him in desperation, “Ury-kun, my reiatsu is bigger than your bathroom.”

 

He was trying to piece this together, “Let me make sure we understand one another, if you leave the apartment you feel everything your reiatsu touches?” She nodded. `This can't be right, she should be able to handle that, unless, her reiatsu handling abilities have always been outstanding…unless…' “Orihime, wait right here I'll be back in less than a minute, I won't be far. Is that ok?” Again she nodded. He kissed her forehead and Hirenkyaku'ed to the next roof. Nothing could prepare him for what he saw. He turned toward his apartment and spun around in a full circle, as far as the eye could see, in every possible direction, energy was either flowing directly toward Orihime or ebbing away from her; but one thing was clear, she was the source of it. She was the epicenter, the heart, of all of it. `I take it back, this is far-far greater than mammoth.' The amount of energy she controlled made the entire collective spirit energy of the Soul Society and all of it's inhabitants completely insignificant, like a single ant on a mountain.

 

He couldn't possibly imagine all of the things her reiatsu stretched out to touch. It was unfathomable to comprehend that if she stepped outside of the reiatsu barrier she would feel everything instantaneously and endlessly, the existence of millions felt by one, till she either went crazy or hid behind a barrier. “There's no way in hell I'm letting her leave the house.” `How is this even possible? How the hell can she stand it for even a second? Orihime, what are you?' Special kind of girl indeed, he hurried home.

 

“Orihime, why didn't you tell me yesterday?”

 

“I didn't know how to explain. It's easier now that you can see it.”

 

He lunged at her and wrapped her up in a panic-stricken hug as if he had just pulled her from the path of a speeding car at the last minute. She buried herself in his embrace, and cried in both fear and relief. She wished her powers had remained dormant, but she was glad that he was with her, that he could see it, that he understood. She finally felt like she was no longer alone. Her Ury-kun now helped her carry her two greatest and most oppressing burdens, her time in Las Noches, and the unlocked vastness of her true power.

 

“Orihime,” he spoke with a tone and conviction that she seldom heard, she would not argue. “You're not leaving this house until we can find a way you make this manageable for you.” He watched her face light up to speak, “and I'm not leaving your side.” He tried to ease the intensity of the moment, he smiled softly at her, “sorry Hime-chan, like I told you yesterday, you're stuck with me. Like it or not!” He walked over to phone to call the Urahara shop. Two small arms wrapped around him from behind as he dialed.

 

After a short phone call the deed was done. The 3:00 PM meeting at the Urahara Shop turned into a 4:00 PM meeting at the IshiHime household. He shifted around in her embrace, kissed the top of her head, and hugged her back. “Hopefully, Urahara-san, Yoruichi-san, and this mysterious third person will have some information that will help us figure this thing out.” He slipped his hand under her t-shirt and softly scratched her back, “don't worry Orihime, I promise if there is a way to keep you smiling I'll find it!” He looked down into big beautiful eyes, his heart smiled adoringly and his lips followed. “We have an hour and fifteen minutes till they get here, is there anything you want to do? Are you hungry we haven't eaten in awhile?

 

“I love you Ury-kun, you take such good care of me.” She stretched on her tippy-toes to plant a chaste kiss on his lips to shut him up. “For the next hour and fifteen minutes I want to take care of you.” She jumped up on him and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair.

 

Their kiss started slow and tender. Ishida lowered himself to sit on the floor so he wouldn't have to use his hands to support her weight. He loved when she jumped on him like that and used every available limb to latch on. He'd gladly be the tree to sate her inner monkey.

 

Once on the floor his hands were finally free to enjoy the proprietary and unrestricted access he had to the incredible creature that sat in his lap. The intensity of the kiss increased. Orihime had every intention of driving him wild. She could tell he liked to hear her, loudly she moaned her unspoken pleas into his mouth. She wanted as much of him as she could have.

 

He wanted more, he wanted to hear more. The sound of her pleasure drove him mad with desire. He decided he would have all the noises he wanted, starting with the deep wanton moan she made when his hands clamped possessively over her breast and kneaded them roughly.

 

It felt so incredible to have him touch her. She wanted more. She parted the kiss to lean back; she would give him all the access he needed to any part of her body, always. She pulled his head into her chest, “more Uryuu, more.” He crudely pinched and twisted one nipple through her shirt while clamping down to hungrily feast on the other sensitive tip. The harder his ministrations were the louder she would cry out his name and force his head deeper into her soft bountiful flesh. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to be touched when it was wanted. His hands were so large, so strong. Years of elegant and fine sewing trained his finger tips to expertly wield whatever was trapped between them.

 

It wasn't enough, he wanted to hear more. He just knew she could be louder. He wanted her to be louder. The louder she was the more pleasure she felt and the happier she was. The happier she was the happier he was. His mouth was salivating wildly as he continued to roughly devour her through the fabric of her clothes. He was greatly pleased with the distressing whimper that seeped from her when he stopped his voracious assault. He slid his hands under her shirt and pressed a palm to each side of her ribcage; in one swift move straight up he freed her from both her meddlesome shirt and bra. It was impressive. His brashness surprised her, he'd come so far in one night. She wondered how much further she could get him to go. She wanted more of him, and he could tell, but she would just have to wait.

 

She watched him stare at his new toys; she saw the impassioned lust in his eyes. He was gorgeous. As much as she craved his warm, wet, carnivorous mouth on her now bruised and highly sensitive nipples, she would sit patiently and watch him watching her. She was trying to figure out what he liked, she had a pretty good idea. He liked to hear her make noise; she would be loud. He liked to stare at her intensely; she would put herself on display. `Does he like to watch?' If her under cover god was a voyeur, she would be the show.

 

The cool air in the room painfully teased her erect peaks. She loved when he stared at her, it made her feel desired, cherished, wanted, prized. It made her so incredibly wet. Orihime placed her hands on her supple mounds and kneaded, squeezed, and rubbed them both just for him to see. It felt good; it felt so surprisingly good to be watched. He was completely enraptured with her performance. She knew he desired no one but her, which made her moan loader. She needed more. He passively worshipped her body and tortured her still. She decided enough was enough, he was definitely enjoying his show, she would take it a step further and get her release.

 

Still sitting in his lap with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, she leaned all the way back. One of her petite hands continued to relentlessly torture her breasts. As her body writhed with snake like elegance, arching her back up and down, gliding her hips from side to side, grinding her pelvis into his stomach, the other hand slid slowly down through the valley of her chest, over her soft flat stomach, and slipped silently under the waist bands of her drenched boxers and sweatpants. She desperately had to fight against her impending orgasm; the look on his wonderful face when her hand disappeared under the guise of cotton was more than enough to finish her off with an impressive cry.

 

She watched him watch her while she masturbated in his lap. It was sensual, erotic, lecherous, and so very intimate; she never knew how good this could feel with someone you loved. She never took her eyes off of him, he was the most beautiful creature she'd ever known; anything for him, anything. Her fingers plunged in and out of her seething wet cavern, the feelings of shameless and uninhibited pleasure built up inside of her quickly. His name fell from her lips for the 100th time that afternoon; the moans were only separated by the desperate panting need for air. She grinded and wriggled around, her thrusts were deeper and harder. His name was so very easy to say in the throws of passion, “Uryuu… Uryuu… please… Uryuu Uryuu.” A soft flick of her clit, her back arched high, her neck snapped back and one last time, “URYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….!” Euphoria! Her hand was soaked in her own juices. She'd never cum that hard, gotten so wet. Too spent to pull her fingers out, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, more sated than she'd ever been, her eyes shut, she fell lax.

 

Strong arms scooped her up and slowly, sweetly kissed and nuzzled her till the dense afterglow passed. When she was able she smiled the biggest silliest grin she had and sweetly pushed his bangs from his face with one hand. She leaned in close enough to kiss him, but stopped a mere inch from his lips before she freed drenched her hand from between her legs and began to greedily, sensuously lick at every dip and crevice to clean her hand. A sardonic grin crossed her lips; her sticky juice covered hand was a mere eyelash from his adorable nose. She moaned deeply when she watched him inhale deeply. She almost came again when she felt his shy innocent tongue stretch out and timidly taste her feminine essence. She would drive him to the brink of insanity. When she was satisfied that they'd licked her clean, she smiled sweetly at him and kissed him lovingly. Then with a little excited bounce that sent several tiny little bouncy aftershocks to her large breasts she simply had to ask, “did you like it?”

 

He starred, and nodded. It was all he could do. The virgin Quincy was getting an intense, rapid, and extremely intimate sexual education from a truly sensuous and most desirable woman. It was hormonal over load and little Uryuu was being a selfish prick again with the embargo he had on his body's blood flow. Even his wildest and most perverse Orihime fantasies couldn't hold a candle to that performance.

 

“YAY!” She bounced in his lap some more. “I'm glad you liked it Ury-kun, I figured you might be the naughty voyeur type. She shook her finger at him and mocked him from the night before, “you're a very-very-very naughty little boy!” It was a light scolding. She buried her face in his neck and was pleased when his natural reaction was to tilt his head to give her greater access. She left tiny red trails with her hungry lips, teasing bites, and soft kisses before nibbling on his ear lobe. Her heady low sensual voice returned and caressed his ear, “your turn.”

 

His eyes went wide. This was some cosmic wet dream. Things like this don't just happen! He was excited and scared all at once. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that he couldn't sort out at the moment because for the past fifteen minutes his higher head had been lacking sufficient blood flow. All he could weakly manage was a cracking voice, “you're the boss.” He sounded like a boy going through puberty; but he could see it in her eyes, his willingness to submit and be with her had just made his precious Orihime so very wonderfully happy. That was all he needed to be ok with whatever she wanted to do. It was really just that simple, make Orihime happy. Truthfully, after the show she just put on, he never wanted or needed to be touched so badly in his life. He had never been intimate with anyone. Orihime was his first, his last, his only true desire.

 

The next words he heard were soft and loving, “don't worry Ishida Uryuu, I will never hurt you,” the tone changed and a frisky little sex goddess whispered into his ear, “unless of course you want me to.” His eyes slammed shut and he grunted hard, she was too much! His face turned red when she backed up off his lap and saw a rather large and completely wonderful wet spot soaking through his sweat pants. She thought to herself, `or maybe I will hurt you,' he seemed highly aroused by the teasing threat, she giggled; she was dying to know just how unstoppable his libido was. “Is that the first time since you called Urahara?”

 

He shook his head no. “The second?” No again. He watched her mouth hang agape and then hit the floor when he held up three fingers. “You came three times in what, fifteen or twenty minutes?” He nodded in the affirmative. `He's too good to be true!' “All because of me?”

 

Finally he managed to meagerly squeak out, “hai, it's always you.”

 

The Ishida Uryuu theme song began to ring loudly in her head, she had to sing it and shout it to the world, and it was a simple song after all. Once more the wayward cheerleader that lived inside of Orihime jumped straight up in the air, topless, and shouted, “UNSTOPPABLE!” at the top of her lungs.

 

That was enough for Uryuu; he fell down on his side laughing so hard it hurt. Nothing was as wonderful as his Hime-chan, nothing!

 

Five minutes later he caught his breath and finally sat up, his topless goddess squatted in front of him and looked at his wet spot, she was a woman on a mission! She would not be dissuaded. “Okay,” she said in a tone way too serious for the setting, “how do I wake my other little Quincy up.”

 

He cocked his eyebrow, `I can't believe we're about to have a conversation about my dick.' “Your little Quincy?”

 

She huffed at him, “Well yeah mine. Does he plan on playing with anyone else?” She eyed him closely with a goofy grin on her face.

 

“He plays with me all the time.” `This is the most absurd conversation I've ever had.'

 

She feigned an over dramatic sigh of relief, “well that doesn't count because you're mine too.”

 

He thought about it for a minute, “Oh I see, well if you put it that way, your logic is perfectly sound Hime-chan.” He beamed proudly, “both Quincy's are all yours.” He leaned back and put laced his fingers behind his head. He was having the time of his life.

 

She had to resist the urge to pounce him and kiss him till his lips fell off. Being silly with him was so fun, `he's not anything at all like he is at school.' “Ok,” she poked his thigh, “what do I need to do to wake him up,” still topless, she bounced up and down, pouted, and whined, “I want play with him.”

 

Two sets of eyes watched an impressive tent emerge. “Well normally all you have to do it be breathing and he's ready to play, but pouting and bouncing up and down while your topless will do the trick too.” He snickered at her and ducked his head when a flying bra and t-shirt came out of nowhere to viciously assault him.

 

She inched closer and straddled his waist; she could tell he was nervous. She helped him out of his shirt and lifted herself a little so he could slide out of his sweat pants. She would be gentle with him, at least until he was comfortable; until then he wasn't ready for anything else. She pressed him back against the wall and told him to relax; he didn't have to do anything. He settled his large hands on her hips just as her lips pressed to his, she kissed him deep and slow. Her finger nails raked idle paths along his chiseled chest and his strong back, she wanted him to relax.

 

When she felt him melt entirely into her kiss she stretched her arms back to rake her nails over his thighs. She was careful not to touch anything too sensitive. She knew that he'd never been touched before, she wanted him to experience everything she wasn't able to. She would touch him lightly, everywhere. When she felt his body tense under her feather light touches she would continue to kiss him sweetly and let her fingers idly caress him until the his tension dissipated. Finally there were no other auxiliary areas to cover. She brought one hand up to hold the back of his neck, the force behind her kiss intensified; her other arm slipped behind her back and slid languidly between his legs to delicately cup him over his soft cotton boxers. She felt his body grow rigid in response, he stole her breath as he sucked in a surprised gasp. She couldn't help but smile into his mouth; he was so sweet, so innocent, and so incredibly wonderful in every way. Orihime adored her Quincy boy.

 

The movements of her cupped hand were smooth and light, eventually she felt him relax again and sink back into her kiss. Slowly she applied more and more pressure till she was briskly massaging and rubbing his ball sack and the full length of stiff endowment. Steadily his grip in her waist tightened.

 

He moaned into her mouth, his body felt relaxed and at ease under her gentle loving care. She nuzzled her nose under his chin, his head lolled back to give her access as she worshipped his neck with her alluring lips, her skilled tongue, and her enthralling teeth.

 

He felt the wet warmth of her mouth clamp around his ear to nip and suck greedily. Her fingers nails scratched the back of his neck sliding up and down through the sensitive hairs at the nape. Delicately she slipped her cupped hand under the elastic of his boxers. He felt the soft warm skin of her small hand brush up against his naked manhood. His eyes shot open and slithered shut when he felt her welcomed fingers curl around his throbbing shaft and slowly begin to squeeze. “Orihime…” he breathlessly hailed, “this is… incredible.” His reward was a sharp bite to the base of his neck, followed immediately by his deep languid moan of ecstasy. `He likes to be bitten.'

 

It felt strange, the feeling of someone else touching him, to feel someone else touch him there. He was used to his own hands. Now, there were delicate feminine hands cautiously exploring him. Kind, gentle, and caring hands that had never done a bad thing to another person, hands that belonged to a girl so sweet, kind hearted, and selfless, hands that belonged to someone who wanted to touch him. A loving hand stroked his shaft and caressed his balls. It gently squeezed him and lightly scratched at him. It was an innocent pleasure that he never knew he was capable of feeling. Everything about this moment was far more intimate than it was erotic. Tiny little whimpers of pleasure would escape him and find their way into her neck or her ear. He was drowning in complete pleasure. He could feel her touch radiate electricity throughout his body. He was acutely aware of every part of him that was touching her. His iron clad grip kept her firmly locked in place. His Orihime was right where she needed to be, right where she should always be. He couldn't let her move or get away. `What did I do to deserve her?'

 

Orihime explored everything she could touch with her nails, her finger tips, her fingers, and her palm; still trying to figure out what he liked. A few things seemed to illicit sharp responses from him. She wanted to make him happy, give him what he needed, to be the sole source of his body's pleasure.

 

She cupped and kneaded his balls in the palm of her hand. She was delightfully surprised and highly aroused when he dug his nails savagely into her hips and a faint growl escaped his chest. She began to graze his perineum with her index finger while she continued to gently knead and massage. His whole body stiffened against hers instantly. He was breathlessly panting against her.

 

His panting became heavier the longer she massaged his balls and teased the sensitive flesh that connected the anus to the base of his penis. Again she wrapped her hand around his hot throbbing shaft. This time he instantly began to buck in and out and fuck the hole her hand had encased around his neglected cock. She smiled into his neck and found a nice rhythm to counter him. Skillfully she squeezed his dick as he pumped through her hand up and down. She felt his whole body start to go rigid, his gasps and moans turned into pleading whimpers, his breathe was short and ragged. She could hear him try and say her name but he could never get it out. He was close, so close. She wanted to know what turned him on, what would finish him off. She had a hunch, another one. She dropped her other hand from his neck to his back and dug her nails deep into his smooth skin and raked them ruthlessly across his skin. His body stiffened, and his back arched out. She watched him cry out in euphoric pleasure. She starred intensely at him while he came. `Beautiful,' she loved this boy completely.

 

Warm liquid spewed from her perfect beloved boy, it covered her hand and exploded all over his groan and in his shorts. A feral thrill shot through Orihime's body and ignited an intense need between her own legs when she felt him bite viciously into her shoulder, almost as if he were trying to make sure that she would stay put as he continued to unload onto her hands. She was certain it would leave a nice mark. She knew then that her hunch was right, he enjoyed her nails across his back; he was a dangerous boy under a saint's visage. She slowed her ministrations on him as she felt his body start to come back down and relax. His hands dropped from her waist.

 

She continued to straddle him, and lick her fingers clean of his sweet cum while she watched him bask in his first afterglow. She decided easily that she loved the way he looked after he came hard.

 

Slowly his awareness of the world around reawakened. The first thing he saw was his Hime-chan sitting on top of him starring at him adoringly. She planted soft butterfly kisses over his face, his neck, and his chest before leaning in to brush her lips against his. He smiled a bit dopey, he felt wonderful. Reaching up the caress her face, “thank-you Inoue Orihime, you make everything so easy, everything so wonderful.”

 

She leaned forward to lie on his chest and hugged him tightly. “So you really liked it?”

 

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. She knew he loved it, she was just fishing, “Yeah sure, it was ok I guess.” … “EEOUCH!”

 

She pinched his nipple for being a brat. Then she got giddy again and started to bounce up and down on top him. He fought the herculean urge to take her bouncing breasts into his mouth and start everything all over again. Her happy energetic voice made him feel at home, “Ury-kun, now that I've met the little Quincy, who's very nice by the way,” she kissed his nose, “does that mean you'll take showers with me now?”

 

He couldn't help it, they were right there; he reached out with one hand and teased a begging nipple. He was pleased when her train of thought seemed to momentarily leave her and her eyes rolled slightly back, `they're still nice and sensitive.'

 

She watched him, she was happy she finally got him to loosen up. She wanted him to enjoy her body. “You can play with them some more… in the shower.”

 

“You're the boss. You're also silly, sticky and sweaty, and we've got about 25 minutes till they get here. I want to see you naked again!” He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. In that position it was easy enough to strip the rest of her bare.

 

She squealed and kicked her legs in delight. “Ury-kun's going to clean me!” She clapped wildly behind his back.

 

`My perfect girl is many, many things; goofy is definitely one of them! Where does she get all this energy?' Goofy, silly, and fun had never been a part of his life. He was definitely making up for lost time.

 

From her vantage point she could clearly see what she did to his back, even though she winced she was quite proud of her work. As he carried her to the bathroom over his shoulder he heard her genuinely concerned voice, “Ury-kun, do you want me to heal your back?”

 

With out a moments pause, “not right now; maybe later.”

 

 

 

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Thanks to those who continue reading. Since I don't get many reviews I've become content to watching the story stats page to see how often my story is accessed. Soo sad….`passive aggressive, I know. Oh well'

 

This chapter wasn't supposed to be this way. To those of you who want the smut, I hope it pleased. To those of you waiting to find out what the Orihime is and get a better explanation of her powers, I swear that will be the next chapter… uh, I hope.