Adventures with the Bunny Lover and Princess

Disclaimer: My name is Anemone. I'm spreading my rainbow wings, and I do not own Bleach.

AN: Recently, I was told- and I quote- "You need to focus less on crotches and kitties and more on character description. But don't be stingy with the smut." Alright, Critiquing Casey, I'll give it a shot.

This is dedicated to Sly-cougar because she writes femme love that makes my blood boil.

Chapter Two: As Long as You're with Me

Silver-blues slowly slid open, blinking against the harsh sunlight that sifted in through shuttered windows. The sound of cabinets banging closed and the clang of dishes being tossed onto the hard surface of the counter reached the raven haired girl's ears. Moving a hand to the other side of the bed and finding it empty confirmed Rukia's suspicions; Orihime was making breakfast yet again.

Her auburn haired lover wasn't a horrible cook. She just presented food in a different way, had a different sense of taste than others. Rukia always ate whatever she made with a smile and words of encouragement because she loved watching those stormy gun-metal grays light with happiness and that genuine smile which would burst from plump lips.

As the bedroom door creaked open, Rukia sat up blinking sleep from her eyes and smoothing raven locks into place. Silver-blues took in Orihime's appearance; still wearing the blue Tinkerbell pajamas from the night before along with fuzzy blue slippers with purple polka-dots, long auburn locks pulled into a sloppy ponytail with silver flower barrettes keeping bangs from obscuring that creamy skin or those delicate facial features.

"Good morning, Rukia. I made you breakfast." Orihime spoke softly, knowing that most people preferred quiet mornings, and her raven haired lover was no exception. Stormy gun-metal gray eyes took stock of the beauty before her; raven locks swept firmly in place with a few swipes of fingers, and silky pink pajamas adorned with little white bunnies, gray eye-shadow which Rukia hadn't cared to remove last night was smeared around those silver-blue eyes, but in Orihime's opinion nothing could make Rukia look unattractive.

"What's for breakfast, Hime?" Rukia asked curiously.

"Chocolate chip pancakes with whip-cream, syrup and strawberries, and oatmeal with grapes." Orihime answered.

"Grapes?" Rukia's features scrunched with confusion and distaste.

"Well, we were out of raisins, so I thought grapes would be the next best thing." A sheepish smile tugged at Orihime's lips. "I'll pick them out if you don't like them."

"When have I ever disliked anything you've cooked for me?" Rukia's tone was scolding. "I'll eat everything on my plate and love it because you took the time to make it."

Orihime giggled. "You're so sappy sometimes, Rukia."

"Admit it, you love it," Rukia's silver-blues were filled with amusement and teasing as she picked up her fork and dug into her syrup and whip-cream coated pancakes.

"You know I do," the girl retorted, heading to her closet and pulling out clothing.

"What are you doing?" Rukia's tone was curious.

"I'm going to take a shower," Orihime informed her. "Can we go shopping?" This was said in a rush, excitement was etched into her tone.

"Only if I can join you in the shower." A perverted smirk made its way onto Rukia's lips, playful light dancing in her eyes.

Orihime gulped, trying to hide the uneasiness that played across her face. "Uh…" She tried to think of a way to change the subject.

Sensing the girl's discomfort, Rukia set aside her tray of food and got up, throwing back white and pink bedding and shivering as bare feet touched the cold hardwood floor. "I was just kidding Orihime. We don't have to rush into this. You know I'll wait until you're ready."

As slender arms pulled her into a comforting embrace, lips brushing across her cheek tenderly, Orihime's uneasiness melted. "Thank you, Rukia." Orihime murmured.

Without another word, Rukia stood on tip-toes to lock her lips with Orihime's in a warm kiss. Her teeth nibbled playfully at the girl's bottom lip and Orihime's fingers carded through Rukia's hair as she opened her mouth to let that experienced tongue explore.

When they finally pulled apart, Rukia tightened her hold on her princess before she reluctantly said, "Go take a shower. And yes, we can go shopping."

Orihime beamed with excitement as Rukia released her and returned to her breakfast. Gathering her clothes, the auburn haired teen headed to the bathroom for a shower.

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Stormy gun-metal grays swept over the crowded mall. Since it was Saturday, she knew the first floor would be the busiest, and she glanced with uneasiness at the elevator and escalator tucked away in the corner. She hoped that Rukia would remember her fear and not make her venture to the other stores on the second and third floor.

She would've gladly taken the escalator to the other shops, but they were out of order and being worked on by overweight repairmen. Elevators were always terrifying for Orihime ever since she got trapped on one with her brother when she was little. As if the Fates were conspiring against her, she felt a squeeze on the hand that was clasped in Rukia's.

"Hime, I know it might be scary, but will you take the elevator with me? There's nothing of interest on this floor."

Orihime gulped, eyes filling with uncertainty. "B-But what if-."

Rukia sighed, pulling the auburn haired girl to face her. "Nothing bad will happen to you as long as I'm around."

'I remember my Sora-nii saying something similar,' Orihime thought. With a gulp and a reluctant sigh she said, "Okay, let's go."

As Rukia pulled her toward the elevator, Orihime eyed the sleek metal doors with caution. "Do you promise we won't get stuck?" She asked as the doors slid open and Rukia pulled her inside.

"I can't promise that," Rukia said softly. "But it's just two floors. I don't see how anything bad can happen." Slender manicured finger pressed the button for the third floor.

Orihime involuntarily slipped into the memory of her last elevator ride.

"Do we have to take the elevator, Sora-nii?" A small hand tugged at the hem of her brother's shirt.

Liquid mercury eyes glanced warmly at his chestnut haired sister. Leaning down and picking the five-year-old girl up he soothed, "Everything will be fine as long as I'm around."

With a ding, the doors slid open and her brother stepped inside.

As the machine started to move, Orihime buried her face against her brother's chest. A whimper escaped her throat when the elevator jerked and lights flickered.

"Orihime, are you alright?" Rukia's worried tone pulled the girl from her memories. She blinked, casting a radiant smile toward her raven haired lover.

"I'm fine, Ruki-bunny. I promise."

Rukia smiled warmly at the nickname. "That's good because-." The rest of her statement was cut short with a jerk and a grind of gears. "Shit!" She cursed under her breath.

"R-Rukia, what's going on?" Orihime couldn't choke back the whimper that escaped her lips.

'What the hell? One more floor. Why couldn't it make it to one more fucking floor?' Rukia thought. They were currently stuck between the second and third floor.

"Are we stuck? If we're stuck, no one's gonna find us. We'll be trapped here forever-." The hysteria was creeping into Orihime's voice. It was getting hard to breathe.

Without hesitation, Rukia cut the girl off mid hysteric rant, fusing their lips together in a comforting kiss.

Orihime instantly relaxed as Rukia's fingers wove into her hair, tongue slipping past her lips and swirling around her mouth. She didn't struggle when Rukia pushed her against the wall of the elevator, didn't protest when the girl lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around Rukia's waist. She let out a sigh of content when slender hands made their way beneath her pink turtle-neck sweater.

Distracting the girl was the main goal; getting enjoyment out of it was just a bonus. Rukia's fingers slipped inside the flimsy fabric of the auburn haired teen's bra and began to roll the perky nipples, turning them to hard nubs with a few soft squeezes. She released Orihime's lips and the girl tossed her head back, exposing her throat for Rukia's hungry lips to explore.

When Orihime felt those slim fingers move from beneath her shirt to the button of her pants, she snapped out of her pleasure daze. "N-No!" She snapped.

Rukia blinked as Orihime pushed her away. She stumbled to the other side of the elevator watching as her princess slid to the floor and pulled her knees to her chest.

Orihime's bottom lip trembled, stormy gun-metal grays widening with terror. She felt a tear slide down her cheek as she said "I just- I can't." Instantly, her mid was assaulted by the memory of that day- her last day with Chizuru.

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Orihime knew she didn't really have time for a bathroom break. Class would be starting in three minutes, and she had to use the restrooms on the next floor since the ones beside her classroom were out of order. She really shouldn't have had those two glasses of Coca Cola with her lunch.

She squirmed a little as she walked down the hallway. Quickening her pace, skirt bouncing higher as she walked, she managed to make it to her destination. Stormy gun-metal grays swept the empty light yellow painted room before slipping into one of the empty stalls.

Quickly emptying her bladder and flushing away the evidence, she exited the small cubicle and headed to the row of sinks that lined the wall.

'I guess being a few minutes late won't kill me,' she thought as she adjusted the flow of water that spewed from the faucet. She reached up to the soap dispensers that were mounted on the wall, slippery finger pushing the button and causing soap to squirt out onto the starch white fabric of her school uniform.

"Oh no," she whined. Sighing, she scooped away the slimy substance with her fingers, using it to wash her hands, leaving wet fabric to cling to her chest. "Now what am I gonna do?" She didn't want to walk around with a wet shirt all day; it was hard enough avoiding the stares of teenage boys as it was.

'I'll just wear my uniform jacket,' she thought. Turning to leave, stormy grays widened in surprise when she caught sight of Chizuru.

"My, my, isn't this a lovely sight to behold," the redhead's voice was as sweet as honey.

"H-hey Chizuru-chan. What are you doing here?" Orihime suddenly felt nervous. There was a glint in the other girl's green eyes that had never been there before. She pressed her body against the bank of sinks and tried to hide the terror that was gripping her.

"Why hello there, my delectable little Princess," Chizuru's voice was an imitation purr, she moved closer to the auburn haired girl until Orihime could feel her breath on her face.

Orihime gulped. Chizuru's fingers were upon her, placing unwanted touches, tracing her body. "Come on, Chizuru-chan," she forced a smile and a giggle to hide her nervousness. "We need to go back to class."

"Shhh, my Princess, there's no need to be nervous. I just wanna get you out of those wet clothes. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold." Chizuru's green orbs darkened with hunger as her fingers began to unbutton Orihime's shirt.

"P-please, Chizuru, don't do this!" Orihime's voice rose higher in pitch, hysteria seeping into those gun-metal grays.

Chizuru didn't listen, acted as if she hadn't said anything. Instead, she dropped to her knees and yanked the short skirt to the floor along with turquoise panties. "Don't look so frightened Princess. I'll take good care of you." The redhead said before she dug fingernails into Orihime's creamy skin and brought her tongue to lap at her most private area.

Orihime's lashes fluttered across her cheek, eyelids closing tightly, as Chizuru began to devour her like an ice cream cone. She remembered nothing but the feel of disgust that raced through her veins as her juices began to flow and moans escaped her throat.

It was over as quickly as it had begun. Chizuru stood from the floor, pulling up Orihime's skirt and panties as she stood, and seeing the look of horror and disgust on the chestnut haired girl's face, green eyes filled with sorrow and terror. "Oh my- Orihime, what- what have I- I'm so sorry." With that, the girl fled and Orihime sank to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest.

"Chizuru, what-."

Orihime's head snapped up at the voice which drifted to her from the doorway. "R-Rukia," she whimpered as the girl came toward her.

"Hime, what happened? Why are you-?" Silver-blues lit with understanding. "That lowlife little-. I'll make her pay for what she did."

Before the raven could chase after the redhead, Orihime grabbed her wrist stopping her in her tracks. "P-please. Don't leave me." Tears spilled from those stormy gray eyes.

Rukia's rage simmered as she sank to the floor and pulled Orihime to her protectively. "I'm not going anywhere."

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Orihime snapped out of the memory. 'If it hadn't been for Rukia, I wouldn't have gotten through that.' Slowly she unclenched from the ball she had curled into. She crawled over to her raven haired girlfriend and wormed her way into her lap.

"Uh, Hime?" Rukia's voice was curious.

"Rukia," Orihime's voice was soft. "Thank you," she breathed before she crashed her lips to her raven's.

Rukia was confused, but that was slowly pushed to the back of her mind as Orihime's fingers tugged at the fabric of her shirt. Reluctantly, she disentangled her lips from the girl's. "Orihime, what's going on?"

"All this time," Orihime explained, "every time things started to get… Intimate, I kept picturing Chizuru." Rukia and Orihime both cringed at the name. "But, you're not her, and… I want you."

That's all Rukia needed to hear. Cupping Orihime's face in her hands, she pulled the girl to her and locked their lips in a tender and passionate kiss.

Orihime instantly took control, tongue pushing past Rukia's lips and sweeping the inside of that warm cavity. She traced the ridges of the girl's teeth, felt the dips in the roof of her mouth. The minty taste of Rukia's toothpaste still lingered, mixing with the raven's natural taste and making Orihime dive deeper for more.

"Hime," Rukia murmured when Orihime's mouth began to travel down her neck. "Let me-." She pulled the girl's mouth away from her sensitive skin so she could focus. "Let me pleasure you properly."

Orihime's gun-metal grays softened, instantly darkening with pleasure. She let Rukia roll them, pushing her to the floor and pulling her pink turtle-neck over auburn locks. As slender fingers unhooked her bra and a hot mouth descended upon a sensitive nipple, her eyelids fluttered shut.

Rukia felt fingers in her hair, heard small sighs spilling from her Hime's lips. She swirled her tongue around the dark skin of areola and sucked the sensitive nipple until it became herd. This was repeated with the other supple breast, and then her mouth traveled down the sensitive abdomen while fingers unbuttoned dark denim jeans.

"Orihime," Rukia spoke softly. She had looked up to see gray eyes fill with nervousness and slight fear. "I am not Chizuru."

"I know. Your name is Rukia. Rukia Kuchiki," Orihime stated. "And I want this. I need you."

Rukia's hand clasped Orihime's as her other hand pulled away those tight jeans. "I'm different from her, Hime. I care. Deeply," she reminded the other female before she tugged away purple panties and spread the teen's legs wider.

Orihime's grip tightened on Rukia's hand. "Everything will be fine as long as you're with me," she stated confidently.

Rukia's tongue lapped at Orihime's inner thigh, teeth placing small bites to the soft skin, feeling the girl shiver. She moved to the freshly waxed area just above the bundle of nerves, licking the area and savoring the taste of oranges that clung to the teen's skin.

When the raven haired girl began to suck her clit, Orihime released a moan through clenched teeth. Alabaster fingers laced into silky hair as that tongue explored her. The searing appendage slipped between her folds and into her opening. As her lover swept her wet walls, Orihime's back arched, toes curling as an orgasm shook her.

Her head swam with pleasure and her eyes rolled back into her head. She gripped Rukia's hand tighter and pulled at the few strands of hair in her grasp. Her release was coming too fast, but she couldn't stop it.

Rukia smirked as she continued to consume her chestnut haired lover. The girl was losing the batter with her climax, but there was plenty of time to work on her endurance. She let out a moan as Orihime's fingers ripped at her hair.

The vibrations of the moan pushed her over the edge. She gave herself willingly to the pleasure that was building inside her. "Rukia," she moaned in a writhe of ecstasy.

Rukia captured the juices that flowed from her princess. Once the river stopped, she came up to kiss her lover tenderly. "Are you okay?" Silver-blues were worried.

"Better than okay," Orihime reassured.

Before further conversation could be had, there was a loud clang of metal and the elevator began to move. Rukia moved from atop her chestnut goddess and Orihime scrambled to dress, tugging her pants on while Rukia pulled the turtle-neck over her head just as the doors slid open.

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To Be Continued!

My apologies for the lame ending.

Thanks for reading!

~Ane-chan