A/N: Last Chapter everyone and it's a long one. This will give you the emtion and physical slide to it all. Watch, or should I say read, for the Lemon.
Orihime looked at Ichigo slightly stunned. "Why?" What type of question was that!?! Orihime didn't know whether to get mad or think Ichigo was cute for being so innocent. More than anything she was confused.
"Was he really that slow? Doesn't he see it?"
She said,"Why wouldn't I love you? You've always been there for me. You've always defended me. You've always listened to me. How could I not fall in love with you?"
Ichigo stood there dazed for a second. Even though his response of "Why" had slipped out before he even realized what words Orihime had thrown at him, he still found a reason as to why he had responded that way. So he told her.
"I don't deserve you and your love."
His response caught Orihime completely off guard. It was on an entirely different level than hurt. This brief, seven word sentence killed Orihime. She has spent countless years waiting and preparing for this day; the day she finally told Ichigo everything. But now that that day was here all he could say was, "I don't deserve you."
How could he say something like that to her? He meant the world to her and now he was saying that that world wasn't as important as she thought. The world she had wanted for so long, the world that she wanted to be with him in, the world where she pictured marrying him, the damn world she saw having children with him in. It was HER perfect world. The place she could escape to when things went wrong. The place she knew she was safe in. The FUCKING place she would die for. And he thought it wasn't worth her time?
Orihime could feel the streams of water flowing down her checks. She didn't even notice when they started. She could barely see Ichigo now. He was like a distant blur that was getting away. A blur that had come and taken her heart and was now walking away with it.
Ichigo also saw the tears. It was impossible to not see them. He had seen them too many times before, and now, just like before, he wanted to stop those tears. Those tears had the power to ignite a flame within Ichigo that burned inside him and urged him to stop those tears. He took a step forward.
"He's coming."
It was one of the few things she wanted to see right now. He was coming back to her, but with him, came the pain and memory of his harsh words.
He took a second step.
Ichigo was walking purely on gut feeling. He had no control over his legs. They were the ones telling him to get closer to Orihime.
Ichigo took his last step.
She held her breath.
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He kissed her.
Orihime's eyes shot wide open. She saw Ichigo's heavenly face in front of her. She could feel his arms consuming her. She could feel his perfect lips on hers.
She stood there dazed for a few seconds. She couldn't believe it. In less then 24 hours Ichigo did more than one unexpected thing—but this, this was the highest on her list. He was kissing her. She had only dreamed about it and now it was finally happening. "OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG . . ."
But that was when she realized something—could he just be kissing her just to stop her from being hurt? If so, then it was a fake kiss. It had no meaning behind it and it had no emotion to it. It was like she was kissing his picture.
But all of that was nonsense.
As soon as those thoughts came into her head she felt Ichigo's arm wrap around her waist and pull her in to close the gap between them. This small, but very important gesture told her that he truly did want to kiss her. He did mean it. It wasn't a fake kiss after all.
Ichigo's mind was racing. All of the emotions, and all of the fears, and all of the failed attempts he'd had with Orihime were now a thing of the past. He had walked over to her and kissed her; but as much as he had something in the back of his mind telling him to pull away, he still wanted to do it.
Ichigo broke the kiss, just for a second, to sneak out his words, "I might not deserve you but I still love and adore you."
Orihime wanted to melt. She wanted to become a puddle of liquid that no longer looked like her. But since she wanted Ichigo more then anything, she stood firm.
She said, "And as much as I hate you for telling me that my reason for living doesn't deserve my importance, I still love and adore you too."
As they both embraced each other and let their lips meet once again they both knew that this type, this kiss, was a representation of their love for one another.
And as much as Orihime's fingers went numb and as much as her legs wanted to die on her, she knew that this might be the only chance she might have with Ichigo. If the thing with Rukia was iffy and wasn't fully stable yet and all Ichigo had asked for was time to be with her afterwards, then Orihime would give it all up. She would give it all up if it would make him happy.
It was from these thoughts that she decided to enjoy the brief moment she was having with Ichigo to the fullest.
Orihime wrapped her arms around Ichigo's neck and pulled him against her.
Ichigo didn't fight back.
Orihime started to draw little swirls in the hair on the back of his head.
Ichigo didn't resist it.
Orihime opened her mouth and let her tongue slip out then she licked his bottom lip.
Ichigo complied by opening his mouth.
Orihime started to tongue wrestle with Ichigo.
Ichigo just pulled her in closer to him.
They played like this for a few more minutes until Orihime, for the second time on that special day, again made the first move. She brought her hand down and let it slowly glide down his chest. She relished every single bump of masculinity that she felt. Every elevation under her hands caused another static shock up her spine. She griped his shirt and played around with the buttons. She was ready, a little hesitant, but ready.
She began to unbutton Ichigo's shirt.
Ichigo automatically pulled back and stared at Orihime in bewilderment. She gave him a small, tender smile that modestly spoke what his eyes had told her, "I want you."
It was this that made Ichigo forget everything. This simple, yet innocent, action caused Ichigo to release every past feeling he had hidden from Orihime. He, with generous arms, seized Orihime in possibly the most passionate and anxious kiss of his life.
She absorbed his charitable gift. It was one that she would adore for the rest of her life. She continued to work on his shirt as Ichigo began to work on hers. Once he was done with the shirt assignment, he pulled Orihime over to Misato's desk and laid her on top of it.
"Eager are we?" Those words rang like a bell in Ichigo's ears. Something was nostalgic about them, but he was much too busy with Orihime to care about something as trivial as nostalgia.
Ichigo got closer to Orihime. She could see his perfectly toned muscles as he hovered over her. "Aren't you provoking it?" he asked.
Orihime giggled as she pulled Ichigo onto the desk and rolled him over. "Maybe just a little," she teased.
It was then that Orihime slid off the desk and unfastened Ichigo's belt and released his "dearest friend." Ichigo stood still as Orihime began to stroke him. Every movement felt as if lightning was striking every nerve in his body. Then suddenly Orihime took stiff dick and compressed it between her well-developed breasts and began to rub them together.
"When did she get them ou …" but Ichigo was caught in mid-sentence as he tried to control himself.
The lightning bolt feeling was not discarded but was replaced by an implosion of pleasure and desire. Every fiber in his body was shaking, trying to contain his hunger.
Orihime saw the type of pleasure she was causing him, and she was happy about it. She wanted to share with him every possible feeling she could. If this was going to excite him then she loved to do it. It felt good for her too. It wasn't a one-sided feeling. She could feel Ichigo throbbing between her bosoms. The heat they were making was also intoxicating. She could feel herself wanting more and more of it.
Once Ichigo couldn't contain himself anymore he reversed their positions, he stood while Orihime ended up on her back on top of the desk. He breathlessly began to fondle Orihime's breast as he licked them at the same time. Orihime's rush of emotions got the best of her as she dug her nails into Ichigo's back. This too brought a small tingle in the back of Ichigo's mind, but again he dismissed it.
Orihime was soon extremely desperate to move on. She couldn't rein in her desires any longer. She wanted it all. She needed it all. She started to completely remove her clothes. Ichigo also worked on his clothes while never stopping his playful antics with her.
As Orihime lay naked, she whispered into Ichigo's ear, "I want you inside me."
Luckily for her Ichigo couldn't wait any longer either. He pushed himself closer to her causing his very erect penis to skim through her outer lips.
They both looked at each other when they felt it. With very intense eyes, they knew that they we both ready. They didn't want to wait another second. They just looked at each other as Ichigo repositioned himself.
He then entered her slowly.
Orihime groaned loudly as he continued. Ichigo tried to contain himself, but ended up letting out a low growl.
Orihime rolled slightly to her side, allowing Ichigo to pull up her leg so he could push himself into her deeper. He began thrusting quickly. He had completely lost any patience he had at that point.
The vibrations were strong and so was the momentum. Orihime could barely contain it all. She began moaning loudly from feeling every possible part of the pleasure she was experiencing. Ichigo began to feel his orgasm coming.
"Orihime," Ichigo said quickly.
Orihime knew what as was going to happen. He was about to orgasm and so was she. She could feel him throbbing within her and she could feel a strong tingling sensation on her lower abdomen. She encouraged him, "Do it Ichigo. DO IT!!!!"
As Orihime's words rang in his ears, Ichigo's orgasm burst from him. Orihime, at the touch of his white liquid within her, began her own spastic orgasm. After both their bodies reacted, they tried to be still for a moment to feel every vibration that ran through there bodies.
But Ichigo wasn't done yet. He helped Orihime roll completely onto her chest, then he started to plunge himself in and out of her.
Orihime didn't mind one bit. She wanted to keep going. It was as if Ichigo could read her mind and tell that she wanted more. She told herself that she was going to FULLY enjoy this day and that meant going at it as many times as she could.
Ichigo continued to thrust deeper and deeper into Orihime. Every push brought them closer and closer to another orgasm. Ichigo leaned over Orihime as he took her breast into his hands. Orihime was now completely dominated. She was having intense satisfaction on her upper and lower body.
"Damn you Ichigo and your multi-tasking."
Her moaning was now piercing through the walls. The halls were filling up with Orihime's cries. If anyone had been in the building they would have definitely heard her expressions of pure pleasure.
Again Orihime felt the familiar felling of impending orgasm. It was coming and it was coming fast. When she looked back at Ichigo, she saw that he too was close.
"Ichigo wait."
Ichigo was furious. What did she mean wait? How could she make him wait NOW? He was about to reach "the point of no return" and she wanted him to wait? But that was when he saw what she meant.
Orihime got off of their teachers desk and began to fondle his dick.
Ichigo's anger dispersed faster then fire when struck by water. He was sent to heaven again. He didn't know why Orihime had just suddenly decided to turn the tables but he wasn't complaining.
Orihime took in as much as she could. She used her tongue and hands. She was doing as much as she could to give Ichigo his strongest orgasm. She wanted to give it to him. She wanted him to enjoy this moment as much as she was.
It was going to happen soon. Orihime could feel his uncontrollable throbbing in her mouth. Ichigo looked down at Orihime as she continued to stroke and suck him even faster.
"Orihime," he whispered.
Ichigo felt himself explode. He was shaking ferociously. His toes were curled and his hands were in fists and his eyes were squeezed shut. He was trying to not faint from all of the pleasure coursing through him.
When all the vibrations stopped, Ichigo fell to his knees. He was breathing heavily. When he brought his head up he saw Orihime smiling with her eyes closed. Even with them closed he knew that they were extremely happy.
And that's when he noticed something.
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Orihime swallowed quite deliberately.
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Ichigo stood at her in shock for a moment. "Don't tell me . . . she didn't . . ." When Orihime opened her eyes, Ichigo automatically knew his answer.
Orihime saw Ichigo's astonished face and smiled. It brought back memories to her. Memories like how confused he was about everything, or how he was always the last one to notice anything, and how he was just that innocent.
Orihime hugged Ichigo as she told him softly, "Through everything you've known haven't you? You knew but never did anything. You were afraid right? Just like I was. But don't worry about that anymore. From now on I will express all of my love and cherish you until I die. For everything you have given me I must tell you this . . .
"Thank you."
And that's when it happened. It finally hit Ichigo. The nostalgia all made perfect sense. All the little things that were tickling the back of his brain while he was with Orihime finally meant something. He remembered now . . . "Rukia . . ."
A/N: I know some of you may be mad at me for not giving a complete story, although I think it's complete, but think about it like this . . . There is a sequel coming.