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sweety8587) wrote2008-02-23 05:32 pm
[fic] The Princess & The Protector
Rating: PG
Author’s Note: Their first kiss.
Thank you all who replied back to part I, it gave me a huge boost to know that im not as crappy a writer as i think i am :)
Lyrics by Prince & Garbage.
Read Part I here.
Read Part III here.
Part II
Every time he looked at her after their first date, he would get a really warm, fuzzy feeling inside. One that made him want to push the frown away and smile at her. But he had a reputation to keep up so he just barely managed to keep the smile away. But still, he never could help the small smile that flitted across his face when she would look at him and give him a broad smile. The one that made the sun seem more brighter and the rain seem less dark. The smile that was so eerily similar to the one that his mother used to give him.
The same smile that was currently directed at him as she cheerily declared that she was almost done with the snacks. Anxious for his stomach and well being in general he closed the kitchen door behind him and stood next to her.
“What did you make?”
“Sandwiches!”
An innocent enough snack choice. He gazed warily down at them. They looked normal enough. How creative could you get with sandwiches? He picked one up and inspected it carefully. “What did you put in them?”
“Hmm…I think that one is wasabi and peanut butter.”
He blanched, that didn’t even sound right and put it back down. He pointed to another one, “Cucumbers, honey and red bean paste.” His taste buds cringed at the very thought of the combination of tastes.
“And those two?”
“Garlic, onions and chocolate sauce.”
And now his stomach roiled. “I think I’ll just have some more tea. I don’t really feel that hungry right now.”
Cheerily she finished the sandwich in her hands, “Okay! I’ll put these away until you feel hungry.” With such options before him, he doubted he’d feel hungry for the remainder of the duration. He stood by the counter and waited for her to put the food away in the fridge. She pulled the apron off and brushed her skirt, “Lets get back to our homework. We’ve only got a little more left….what’s wrong Kurosaki-kun?”
He was smiling slightly at her, “You’ve got some chocolate sauce on your face. No, not there. A bit to your left. No not there. Here.”
He stood in front of her, his fingers brushing the chocolate off her cheek and popped his fingers into his mouth. She rubbed the spot again, making sure all the chocolate was off and looked up at him. His gaze was intense, focused on her. She flushed slightly and felt slightly antsy at having him look at her like that. His cheeks were turning slightly red as he kept staring at her. She was pretty sure hers were starting to glow a similar shade as well.
You have got a strange way about ya'... Kinda' crazy but I love you just the same
because you...Oh, you make me wanna do, Oh everything...
As soon as he had popped his finger into his mouth, the devil on his left shoulder started making sly suggestions into his ear. Suggestions that made him go red and made his head spin. He stared down at her pouty lips as they parted and pressed together with every word she spoke. They had never looked so appealing to him as they did at that moment. The devil kept urging him to just take her into his arms and to kiss her silly. Concernedly, she raised a hand to his forehead, “Are you feeling sick Kurosaki-kun? You look a bit flushed.”
He wouldn’t be surprised if he was a bit sick right now. The butterflies in his stomach were having a party, his palms felt sweaty, he couldn’t breathe properly and his heart was racing as though he was running the 500 yard dash. He could hear and yet not fully process what she was saying. Though that might have been because he was more focused on the movement of her lips rather than what was coming out of them. “I think you might have a fever, your face is slightly hot.” She took a step away from her, “Let me get a thermometer.”
He suddenly grasped her wrist and pulled her back towards him. Her gasp fell into his mouth as his lips pressed against hers. His lips exerted a gentle pressure against her half open mouth as one hand held her wrist and the other cupped her cheek. Ichigo had been daydreaming about kissing her so many days now. He had wondered what she tasted like when he watched her eat her lunch. He wondered how soft her lips were when she worried them while solving a particularly tough translation. He wondered how she would feel under his hands as he would hold her.
Her lips were incredibly soft and pliable under his. They offered no resistance to him as he pressed harder, again and again. She let out a soft whimper that seemed to resonate through out his body, her hands clutching at the front of his shirt, bunching the material in her hands. He desperately wanted to taste her, to explore her, to play with her. He opened his mouth slightly, his tongue gently licking her lips, silently asking permission. Again a shudder went through her body as she shyly parted her lips. Her arms slid up around his neck as their tongues coyly brushed against each other.
Ichigo wondered if feeling electrocuted felt like this because he felt as though a bolt of lighting had fell on him and had made every nerve in his body tingle. Anywhere she touched it felt as though his skin was on fire. He pushed further into the warm cavern of her mouth. She tasted like tea and chocolate cake that they had eaten a little while ago. And a faint taste of something he couldn’t quite identify. Maybe watermelon but he wasn’t sure. In any case, the combination of flavors was intoxicating and made him go deeper for more.
His hands brushed over her long hair and tangled in it. She pulled back slightly but he put his hand at the back of her head and coaxed her back into the kiss. She fell back with a soft sigh, her body complacent under his hands as she willingly followed him. He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, their tongues rubbing against each other playfully as they explored each other. This was so much better than his daydreams, he thought to himself hazily. One hand returned to her lower back and he surprised to find that his one hand spanned her back. Good God…since when she so…petite? And why did that make him feel so much stronger and powerful? It was a heady, intoxicating feeling…
I get delirious whenever you're near. Lose all self-control.
Orihime’s hands were running over his shoulders, feeling his muscles shift and turn under her fingertips as his hands drifted up and down her back. Her hands slowly moved upwards, running her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. She could smell his scent and feel him all around her. His hands were a heavy weight on her waist but she relished the heat and weight of them. It felt as though her senses were going into overload being this close to him. She knew just how strong he was which was why the gentleness with which he was handling her made her tremble in his arms. The same hands the wielded a Zampaktou with such raw, potent strength were moved over her as though she was made of the most fragile porcelain. She tangled her hands further into his orange locks, wanting to be even closer to him. She didn’t want this moment to end – their first kiss.
That particular thought sent a wave of heat through her and made her go weak in the knees. She clutched desperately at him as though she was drowning and he was the only thing keeping her afloat. She had yearned for this moment for so long and she really didn’t think that it would happen. She understood him and his motives better than anyone really grasped. She knew the responsibility that lay on his shoulders and thus knew that he really never thought about having a relationship with a girl. That’s why she never said anything and just hoped that maybe he would see her one day. But still, sometimes her emotions got the better of her caution and it would slip out. That’s what happened in Soul Society after his fight with Byakuya. She had just been so worried, she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing or her worries from surfacing.
When he had asked her out a week ago on the movie date, she had been ecstatic but had remained cautious still. She had suspected that Kurosaki-kun may have figured out that she had feelings for him. At first she had been so anxious and scared that he might ignore her or worse, ask her to not be friends with him anymore. Given that she rarely saw him out of school she tried to convince herself not to be worried and that Kurosaki-kun had not decided to cut her out of his life.
Which was why she was quite surprised to start seeing him in her district. There weren’t many orange haired people where she lived and she could tell Ichigo’s head from a crowd full of carrot tops. She would catch a glimpse of him while she would be out on her daily walk down to the park and sometimes she saw him in the same grocery store that she went too. In the last case she suspected that it was him because every time she thought that she had seen and would turn around to confirm it, no one would be there. And after that she would have the feeling like she was being watched.
The most surprising part was that if and when she would sense a Hollow nearby and would go towards it, she would already find Ichigo there finishing up his task. And after he would return to his body, he would insist on walking her back no matter how she refused. She wondered often at this change of events and had been very shocked (but elated) when he had asked her out. Hope like she never knew before sprung up in her. Could it be … he had finally seen her?
She had readily accepted once she had established it wasn’t a dream. Though it really did seem like one of her dreams…without the flesh eating pandas chasing them. Their date and the days that followed seemed the same as well. It was as though something had changed ever so faintly between them. His gaze would linger on her quite often and a slight smile was often playing on his lips. Rather than hiding behind aisles he would walk up to her and talk to her. They would go to the park, sit on the swings and just talk the time away.
In the course of doing so, she got to see more of him than every before. Underneath the tough exterior that he presented to the world around him, he was still very much a little boy. He was gentle, kind and thoughtful, though he blushed profusely when she said that out loud. He was courageous and always stood up for what was right, though she figured that one out during her trip to Soul Society. And all that just made him even more attractive to her. She wasn’t just in love with his bad boy image or his Shinigami/hero side, she was in love with the man behind the sword. The one who wanted to protect a mountain of people just so that no one would feel the same pain that he had felt after loosing his mother to a Hollow.
I’ll strip away your hard veneer and see what I can find.
She let out a soft whine as he pulled back, coaxing her gently into his mouth. She followed willingly and jumped slightly when his teeth caught her tongue and he lightly suckled on it. She couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her as his hands ran up and down her back slowly. It felt as though she was melting from the heat of it all. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire, her legs felt weak and wobbly and her head was spinning like that time when she had spun in circles for five minutes straight had ended up falling to the ground. She brought her hands forward to his face, her fingers framing his face as she ran her tongue over his.
She pulled back with a gasp, her eyes were still closed as he rested his forehead against hers, their breathing ragged as though they had just stopped a hard run. Her grey eyes opened slowly, as though she had been drugged or was waking up from a deep long sleep, and looked into his hazel ones. They were half open and gazing at her with such heat that she felt as though she was on fire. She pressed her fingers to her lips in wonder. Did that just happen? She looked up into his eyes and noted that they had turned two shades darker now and that he looked terribly attractive with that particular look on his face. Even if his cheeks were red.
He looked down at her flushed face, swollen lips and slightly ruffled hair, feeling a surge of affection run through him for this girl who stood in his arms. She was looking up at him in a daze, amazement and desire shining in those clear grey eyes. He felt that he should maybe say sorry for kissing her like that all of a sudden but he couldn’t find his tongue as he stared down at the rare beauty in his arms. He knew that she was pretty. He had often thought that, more often in the past few weeks. But looking at her right now, it seemed to hit him in a whole new way just how attractive she was.
They stood like that for a moment in the kitchen, their arms holding them close together letting time pass by them. They jumped apart, faces turning bright red when the loud ringing of the phone resounded through the apartment. Inoue rushed to the phone in the other room, leaving Ichigo standing there in a slight daze.
He jumped once more when the cell phone in his back pocket vibrated, alerting him to the incoming call. He pulled it out and flipped it open, checking the caller.
“Moshi Moshi?”
Inoue placed the received back in its place and sighed. Now how was she supposed to act when she entered the kitchen again? She took a few steps towards the kitchen when the door swung open. Ichigo had his phone pressed against his ear, “Don’t worry Yuzu. I’ll be home in around 30 minutes. Yeah. Bye.”
He closed his phone and put it back in his pocket. He looked at her apologetically, “I’ve got to go. Some relatives of ours just showed up.” Inoue nodded, “I understand.” He quickly closed his books and stuck them into his bag. They stared at each other for a moment as they stood at the door, their cheeks slightly pink as their thoughts went back to the kitchen. She nervously played with the hem of her skirt but looked up at him steadily, “I’ll see you tomorrow Kurosaki-kun.”
His gaze softened as he looked into her eyes, “Yeah.” He put one hand under her chin and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “And call me Ichigo….Orihime.”
“O-okay, I-Ichigo.”
She leaned against the closed door and pressed her fingertips against her lips. She wondered if maybe she should tell Tatsuki-chan about this new development. She’d think about that once she regained some feeling back in her legs….
Make a whole new religion. A falling star that you cannot live without,
and I’ll feed your obsession. There’ll be nothing but this thing that you'll never doubt.
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Again, another priceless line. XP
This.... was... so... awesome.
You have no idea... or maybe you do, since you wrote it. But I just have to say that it was so good. I loved the emotion you put into it as well as the awkwardness after...
You're continuing this? o.o
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Really? I wouldnt say it was awesome but still good ^^
Yeah cause like i said, I originally wanted to do a smut ;) And the good stuff is yet to come. Well it starts from the next chapter