Prompt 29 - With Food

"Say 'aah'..."

She mewled pitifully and scrunched up her face, never even looking at the food he was presenting her. "My throat hurts. Can't get anything down there."

"It's soup, Hime," he said, looking her over worriedly. "You need to eat something," he added looking at the table and the food he brought her that he knew was her favorite.

"I have a paper due tomorrow, " she sniffled, bringing the tissue paper she was holding to her reddened nose to wipe away some snot. She moaned a little as she sat up from her reclined position on the couch of her apartment.

"I don't care, you're not going," Ichigo told her, ignoring her pout while passing a caring hand over the side of her face. "You're burning up… Do you have something to fight the fever?"

She neglected his question in turn and pulled her face away from his touch in annoyance. "I can't just-"

"I'll ask dad to come over and examine you, then I'll inform your school, " he continued, shaking his head, not wanting any protests from her. "We're doing this. Let me take care of you, okay?"

Orihime sighed and sat back into the pillow of her couch with another pout, knowing that there was no changing his mind when he got all protective of her. If it had been any other time she would've thought it to be heartwarming and cute, but now it just annoyed her because she had so much work left to do…

Her body however seemed to agree with her boyfriend though, because she soon felt a wave of dizziness come over her, telling her that she indeed needed to slow things down a bit. She lifted drowsy eyes up to him, suddenly looking immensely tired. "Ichigo-kun..." she whispered beseechingly, face flushed from the fever that flared up.

"I know," he replied reassuringly, reaching for the cold towel laid readily on the coffee table beside them. "Did you want some water?"

She shook her head without saying anything, looking for comfort with her right hand coming to rest on top of his when he placed the cold towel on her forehead. "I suddenly felt so dizzy…"

He smiled at her reassuringly, conveying his love for her with a tender look. "Just rest, you're going to be okay. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

And she knew he wasn't just boasting, she was his sole point of focus right now, and it would remain like that until he was certain it was okay to leave her alone. She watched him stand and hurry to her bathroom to retrieve the painkillers he knew she kept in her cabinet there."I know you aren't," she agreed, locking eyes with him when he kneeled next to her to help her take in the small white pill. "Thank you."

Ichigo smiled back at her and petted her hair out of her face for a few moments before bending over and kissing her warm lips gently.

"You'll get sick too…" she croaked, opening her eyes lazily as he turned to place the water and the pill bottle on the small table.

He never said anything but kissed her again, this time more deeply. The tip of their noses nuzzled against one another and she grinned, the red color of her cheeks deepening. "I don't care, but if I do, you're eating that chicken soup with me."

"I'll feed it to you," she giggled.

Ichigo grinned back and took a moment to look her over again, sharing a meaningful stare with her. "Will you at least try to have some?" he asked her softly, his face turned worried.

Orihime smiled tenderly and conceded. "I can't let Yuzu's hard work go to waste..." she told him softly, sitting up and propping herself against the back of the couch.

He grinned and reached for the bowl of warm soup and the spoon before sitting next to her on the couch and passing his right arm over her shoulder so she could lean against him. "I'm sure she'll appreciate the sentiment because she taught me how to make it for you."

She looked up at him surprise. "You made this?" she whispered, her drowsy stare conveying her gratitude. "Then I need to taste this."

He chuckled and lifted a filled spoon with the soup, gingerly bringing it closer to his mouth to blow on it before bringing it to her lips for her to drink.

"It's delicious," she sighed, resting the back of her head against his firm chest, trying hard not to wince when her throat contracted painfully. "But I can't eat more; it hurts too much…"

"Ok," he whispered, returning to the bowl to the table and sitting back with her against him again. "Your fever's gone down a bit," he stated, placing a hand against her forehead.

"Yeah," she whispered, lifting her head and turning around a bit to press a loving kiss against his cheek. "Thank you for taking care of me…"

"Always," he murmured back, his smile growing wider when she began to plant kisses on the side of his chin, his throat and up to nibble on his ear."So you're feeling better?"

Orihime now moved to straddle his lap and nodded eagerly, her pink cardigan falling off her shoulders when she lifted her hands to cup his face, soon kissing him on his lips lovingly. "Much better…"

Ichigo bit his lower lip as he looked up at her blushing face, his hands sliding up her naked thighs and up her yellow shorts and flashy blue tanktop hiding her black bra with the pink hearts. He pressed a kiss on the side of her left breast before raising his head to look at her wonderingly. "You told me you threw up this morning."

Orihime pulled down her cardigan from her arms and dropped it behind her on the sofa. She rolled her hips against his and let her head hang back when he enclosed her small waist in his arms. "I took the pill right before."

"Are you up for it?" he wonders, nuzzling her chest when she nods.

"Yeah," she moaned when his hands slid inside her shorts and pants to grab a handful of her ass and give it a squeeze.

"Better not risk it, then," he said, bending over to coax her into lay down onto the sofa again.

"Okay…" she agreed, closing her eyes once more when his hands stuck in her shorts and panties moved down her hips and pulled them along.

He smiled gently at the look of quiet anticipation on her face when her groomed womanhood was revealed to him and her blush deepened. The garments he was still pulling off her body then landed somewhere next to the sofa and he felt his mouth began to water at the thought of getting between her legs to sample her love her with nothing but his mouth and eager tongue.

Orihime laid her eyes on him when he crawled on top of her and captured her lips in a deep kiss, her hands cradling his head lovingly. She gasped and arched her neck when he broke the kiss and dropped wet kisses in a sloppy trail down her chin, throat, the valley between her breasts, her stomach, lower belly and her venus mound. She rolled her face to the side and looked at him parting her legs anticipatorily, her left hand fingers playing against her smiling lips coyly.

Their eyes locked when he lifted her calves onto his shoulder and bent over until they dangled on his back, rubbing the side of his face against her right hand that she'd placed against his head for silent motivation. Ichigo pressed a last kiss in the palm of her hand and then lowered his head, following the growing scent of her deepening arousal, now aching for taste.

The hand she'd put against his face slid up into his unruly mop and grabbed onto it gently when his tongue landed flatly against the inner side of her thigh, close to her mound, drawing circles on her sensitive skin with his tongue.

He then grinned at her sharp intake of breath and chuckled at her whiny protest because of his teasing. He wet one finger and gingerly grazed the skin of her outer lips with it and watched for her reaction, smirking again when her legs trembled and drew together.

"Stop teasing, Ichigo-kun…" she murmured throatily, looking at him with mounting frustration.

Ichigo smirked again, licked his lips and approached her wet folds once more, humming quietly to himself and taking his time, to her growing dismay.

"Ichigo-kun, please…" she sobbed, arching her back impatiently.

He propped himself on his elbows and this time moistened two of his fingers before pushing them inside of her heat, groaning in time with her quivering moan. "Yeah…" he breathed, approaching his face to her sweet-smelling petals and flickering his tongue against her swollen bud teasingly, now thrusting his fingers in and out of her lazily.

Her body relaxed in his hold and she followed each of his diligent licks and strokes with small thrusts of her hips, her mind lost in the erotic haze of his talented tongue drove her into, feeling like she was about to go insane every time he chose to love her like this; eating her out so eagerly as if he was about to swallow her whole. Every devouring kiss against her damp lips caused a tiny explosion of euphoria within her, her timid voice rising higher the closer he licked her to her undoing and the deeper he penetrated his twisting fingers inside.

As her head fell onto the couch for the umpteenth time after she'd arched, her eyes landed on the pink pastry box that lay close to her on the table and she reached for it, having thought of a fun idea. "Hey…" she whispered in a trembling voice.

Ichigo opened his eyes, gave her a last lick and looked up wonderingly. "Hmm?"

"Peaches? Really?" she murmured with a smirk, holding up the sugary danish pastry in between her fingers, already having taken a bite. "If you had bought whipped cream, it would've been like this was premeditated."

"They looked tasty, " he commented with a grin, opening his mouth when she dipped a fingertip into the creamy center of the pasty and held it to him to lick."I thought your throat hurt?"

"And I thought you were busy down there," she replied smugly receiving a playful pout in response. She then picked the peach from the pastry and offered it to him to eat, the fruit disappearing inside his mouth scant seconds before he kissed her, her taste and that of the fruit heavy on his tongue, adding a new dimension to their sexing.

"Now I'll never be able to look at a peach danish the same ever again," she gasped with a giggle and a gasp when he impatiently returned to his awaiting task.

Ichigo chuckled low in his throat with satisfaction, making her shriek and laugh hard when he buried and wiggled his face between her legs again and growled playfully.

Her giggles soon turned into moans and mewls when he got her back into their salacious rhythm and her free hand slid back into his orange mane, her illness and pain soon a distant memory drowned in the pleasure he procured her.

By the time her thighs drew together around his head and her orgasm crashed down on her unexpectedly, both her hands were playing in his hair, the stickiness off the pastry she ate now smudged all over his locks.

"Sorry…" she whispered sheepishly, holding her sticky fingers above her chest with an apologetic smile when he rose up from between her legs with a vengeful smirk. She watched him take off the sweater and t-shirt he was wearing. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all…"

Ichigo rose an unimpressed eyebrow. "Seen as how I'm all sticky now and horny, I need a shower. A cold one," he said, still grinning evilly at her.

Orihime understood where he was going and attempted to crawl off the couch. "No, no, no…"

Ichigo grabbed her by her waist as she was about to get off the furniture and pulled her back to him, keeping her body pinned to his when he stood up from the couch and began to walk them to her bathroom. "And as a prize, you get to join me. In the cold shower."

She shrieked in amusement and tried to wriggle her way out of his hold, but to no avail. "Wait, wait! I'm sick!" she said, coughing on purpose. "You can't make me do this!"

"Well, I can think of other ways you could help me with my predicament, but you told me that your throat hurt…"

Orihime giggled and cleared her throat exaggeratedly, making him laugh. "Still, I can't believe that the thought of buying condoms never came up in your mind. You just want to see me suffer!"

"Yeah, too bad I didn't make you soup or get you groceries! Suffer!" he laughed heartedly in the crook of her neck and shoulder, making her laugh along as he placed her on the floor. "And besides, my hair is all sticky and standing up in weird angles, did you want me to go out like this to buy condoms?"

Orihime turned around and looked at his disheveled hair with a grin. "Here," she said, having gone to her coat rack by the door to retrieve her fluffy, yellow bobble hat and hand it to him. "You can wear this over your head?"

"I'm not wearing this," he grumbled, staring at the girly winter hat in his hands and making her laugh again. "You're the one wanting to make me suffer!"

"Well, then I guess we're not having sex tonight? Or are you planning on stepping out with your hair like that?" she teased, bending over to pick up her underwear and shorts from the floor.

His eyes instinctively went to the perfect rounding of her bare ass while she picked up her clothes and he cleared his throat, put on the hat and walked in large strides to her door, opened it and stepped out, closing it behind him again.

Orihime straightened and pressed her lips together for a moment with a shake of her head. She calmly walked over to his sweatshirt and undershirt that still lay on the floor and picked them up, retrieved his wallet from the coffee table and his coat from the rack by her door.

She counted to three in her head with an expectant expression before watching her door open again with her boyfriend standing there in the ridiculous yellow hat, his pants, his shoes and his torso bare in the freezing January cold. She presented the items he forgot to him and he grabbed them silently.

"I'll bring back whipped cream," he then promised breathlessly with a sheepish grin.

"Uh huh," she voiced agreeingly, her lips still pressed together as she stared at the floor, trying really hard not to laugh.

"Ok," he breathed with an embarrassed smile, quickly closing the door again.

She rolled her eyes amusedly to the ceiling and shook her head with a chuckle as she put on her underwear and made her way to the bathroom, quietly wondering who was supposed to take care of whom tonight.

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