[fic] The Princess & The Protector

[sweety8587]

Title: The Princess & The Protector - Part IV

Rating: NC-17 I suppose. Sexual themes and some curse words.

Authors Note: Wrote this chapter first and this was inspired by kara-ljin's 'Breathless'

This was the very first chapter that I had written for this fic. Inspired by kara-ljin’s ‘Breathless’ fanart. Some curse words present.

Lyrics by Lonestar, Vast, Faith Hill, Prince, Robert Palmer and Garbage

Read Part I here.
Read Part II here.
Read Part III here.

Part IV

She didn’t put up any resistance when he placed his hand on her back and pulled her towards him. She wrapped her own arms around his waist as he raised his hand and brushed it over her cheek, the cool metal of the rings on his fingers made a shiver run through her. This was always her favorite part of their dates, even if it did cause havoc with her breathing. But the breathlessness made the experience even more better to her.

He would walk her back home, she would invite him to come in for a minute, he always agreed. The minute she would close the door behind her, he would bring her closer to him or trap her against the door. He would tease her with feather-light touches on her face and the small strip of exposed skin of her back when her shirt would rise up. She would retaliate by tangling her hands into his spiked hair, massaging the scalp gently or she would slip her hands underneath his shirt and feel his heart pound away under her fingertips. Their lips would meet again and again, sometimes locked in a sweet, long embrace and other times in swift teasing touches.

The smell of you skin
the taste of your kiss
the way you whisper in the dark
your hair all around me, baby you surround me

She was already starting to feel a bit light headed and her heartbeat quickened when he ducked down slightly and buried his nose into her hair. Her eyes closed of their own accord as he took in a deep breath and murmured softly into her ear, “You’re blushing Hime.” She never could stop herself from blushing around him and he often teased her about that, especially in moments like these. She kept her eyes closed as his hand drifted from her cheek down to the curve of her neck and stroked the naked skin gently. She admonished him breathlessly, “Please don’t tease.” She wasn’t quite sure herself if she was referring to what he said or what he was doing.

He ran a hand through her hair with a husky chuckle and pulled her hair to one side, leaving her neck exposed. A deep shudder ran through her body, when his lips descended on the curve of her neck and shoulder. A gentle, shaky sigh fell from her lips as she tilted her head further, granting him further access to the soft skin. “Ichigo…..”

Time always seemed to become a paradox in these moments. It seemed to be standing still and rushing by in her head at the same time. Every time his hands or lips caressed her skin, she felt as though she was stuck in a time freeze. But when she would open her eyes, she would see the hands of the clock moving indicating that time was still moving.

His hands kept drifting up and down her back, sometimes darting around the curve of her waist to brush every so lightly under the sides of her breasts before going down to cup her rear. He had been amazed at how small she was, especially her waist when he had placed a hand on her back and had realized his hand covered it. He had often said that he rather liked her waist and it was her best feature. Calloused fingers slipped under the stretchy material of her sweater and traced patterns on her back, sending shots of heat coursing through her body that she felt all the way to her fingertips.

His lips and tongue were still lavishing attention on her neck and she realized that she would have to wear either a turtle neck tomorrow or a scarf if she wanted to avoid questions about the hickey on her neck. Tangling her hands into his hair she pulled him back and pressed her soft lips against his, her tongue shyly enticing him to come out and play. He responded more than willingly and pushed her against the door, stepping in between her legs to press against her intimately. She gasped into his mouth as she felt his angles against her curves making her head spin with delirious pleasure.

She slipped her hands underneath his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders as their kiss turned more passionate. She broke away from him, their breaths intermingling as lips breathed in mere millimeters away from each other. Her mercury eyes gazed up into his dark, hooded hazel ones before they dropped down to his shirt and the line of buttons in her vision. She raised her slightly shaky hands up to the first button and opened it. He didn’t make a move, his hands firmly anchored at her hips. As she reached to push the shirt off as well, he raised his hand to hers, stopping her.

Her gaze darted up to his. We don’t have to do this, the gentle grip and the look in his eyes spoke.

Her eyes spoke back what her lips couldn’t. I want to. And she pushed the shirt off. Her lips returned to his as her hands traced his muscles lightly. It was an all too familiar path to her, one she had traversed often in the past weeks in the dark of her room or his. His one hand moved up to rest on the back of her neck, massaging lightly as they kissed gently.

He broke away to whisper gruffly, “I think we should get somewhere more comfortable.”

She nodded breathless, letting him take her into the bedroom. For a split second she considered picking his shirt and jacket up from the floor but found herself terribly distracted by the view in front of her. Her eyes watched the muscles of his back shift with every step, with fascination and a growing desire. Her fingers twitched slightly, itching to caress his skin and to commit them to memory. This boy…no, this man in front of her aroused such a desire in her that she often felt rather wanton. A heated look from his eyes would leave her out of breath, a touch could leave her pleading for more and a simple kiss would set her on fire.

I took one look at you and all the things that we could do dance within my head

As she watched the outside light bounce off his tall, built frame thoughts ran through her head that made her mortified and aroused at the same time. In the last few times they had been together, Ichigo had always focused on pleasuring her. It was his turn to be pleasured now.

Ichigo stood beside the bed and looked down in her clear grey eyes so full of trust and yearning. He raised a hand to her cheek, his thumb gently pressing against her kiss swollen lips. She turned her face further into his caress, her hand coming up to rest on his as her eyes closed slowly. He bent his head down and pressed a tender kiss against her forehead, his lips slowly inching down towards her mouth. A soft sigh brushed against his lips just before they pressed against hers, his hands guiding her onto the bed slowly. She went willingly under his loving guidance, pulling him down with her in the circle of her arms.

He hovered over her lithe frame as they exchanged gentle kisses under the light of the waxing moon. He was slightly surprised when she twisted them so that she was on top of him, her hands holding onto his shoulders for support. Her lips moved away from his and drifted down to his neck, pressing soft kisses until she could feel his pulse. She gently bit down on the pulse point and was rewarded by a sharp gasp. Encouraged, she continued her journey downward, pressing especially tender kisses against any scars that came in the way.

Ichigo’s insides felt like they were on fire as desire ran through his system unchecked and untamed. He groaned and his hips thrust up against hers as her lips closed around his nipple and gently suckled on it. His hands went down to her hips, clutching at the material of the long skirt as she continued her tender ministrations on him. He let out a guttural moan as she bit down on his nipple. That felt so fucking good, he couldn’t help think in a haze. He just barely noticed her hands shakily making their way down his stomach, brushing against the line of fine hair that disappeared into his jeans.

His eyes flew open and his hand covered hers on the top button of his jeans. “Hime, you really don’t have to do this.”

Her face was bright red as she looked up at him and pressed her lips against his in an ardent kiss. She brushed his hands away and after a few fumbling tries, managed to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Suddenly Ichigo felt short of breath, his every sense in a state of hyper arousal and completely focused on the girl before him. He moaned into her mouth as her hand tentatively outlined his erection through stiff denim. Gathering courage she hooked her fingers into his jeans and pulled them down as much as she could, the heat in her face growing with the move.

Close your eyes
Let me touch you now
Let me give you something
That is real
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She broke the kiss and sat back, her gaze focused on his lower body that was now covered only by a pair of cotton boxers. Ichigo on his part was torn between arousal and self-consciousness as he lay there and waited for her to move, the flush on his face deepening to a deep red. She took a deep breath before her hands slipped underneath the elastic and pulled the boxers down with aching slowness, her hands trembling even more than before. She eyes widened as she stared at the cock that was standing up in attention before her.

Her gaze darted up to his nervous one before she gave him a smile that he swore held a slight hint of impiety. His voice caught in his throat as her fingertips gentled traced the tip down to the base and he had to girt his teeth when her hand finally wrapped his length. Her small hand gripped him carefully as she moved slowly in an experimental rhythm. He moaned loudly, his head falling back on the pillows as she quickened her pace slightly. He really hadn’t a clue what brought this on but at this point, he really didn’t care and he hoped to God that Orihime had this feeling more often. His eyes flew open when he felt warmth around his cock and his gaze darted down to meet a sight that nearly drove him over the edge. Her dark ginger hair was spilling over one shoulder as her mouth explored his taste and texture at her leisure and pace, her eyes closed as she concentrated on her task. He grasped the sheets below him in a white knuckled grip as she gave his underside an excruciatingly slow lick before taking him fully into her mouth.

Orihime hadn’t originally planned to do this but when she had seen him, touched him – she couldn’t help entertain the query that had popped up in her mind regarding what he would taste and feel like. His skin was soft yet underneath, it was like hard steel. Curious, she pushed her hair to one side and leaned down over him fully to taste him. She took in just the tip and licked off the pre-cum before moving down to pepper kisses up and down his length. His groans of pleasure motivated her further and she licked him slowly and tried to take in as much of him as she could. She suddenly felt a weight on her head and her eyes flew open only to lock into his dark eyes. And that sent a shot of heat through her body right down to her wet, aching core.

For a moment they looked at each other before Orihime returned to her pleasant task but this time guided by hand on her head, instructing her on the pace that she should take that would make him come. She sucked, licked and goaded him nearer and nearer towards release and he tugged her head away with a broken moan, “Hime, you’ve gotta stop.” He nearly came right there and then as her eyes looked into his, her pace now just a fraction faster. She didn’t stop at his warning or when his hips arched off the bed with a harsh grunt as he released into her mouth, never taking her eyes off his face.

Orihime had barely sat back up when she was taken back down by Ichigo’s hard kiss as he searched out her tongue. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he swiftly pulled his jeans back up and pressed his weight down on her. He impatiently pulled her shirt and bra off, his mouth moving from her lips to her breasts as they bounced slightly with every movement. She let out a noise that sounded quite a lot like a small squeak when he bit down at the nipple but whimpered when he laved the wound with his tongue. “Ichigo.”

You come on like a drug, I just can't get enough
I’m like an addict coming at you for a little more
I never needed anybody like this before

“Shhh…” Ichigo kissed down her belly, dipping into her belly button along the way and slipped her skirt off, slowly revealing miles and miles of smooth skin. He kept waiting for her to protest but he didn’t get it. He wanted to touch her, commit her scent to memory and see what she tasted like and then he would stop. After all, it was only fair that he gave her the same pleasure that she had given him. He leaned into the apex of her thighs and took in a deep breath of the deep, musky smell of her sex. It made his head spin like the time he had taken a shot of whiskey on a dare from Keigo. He hooked his fingers into her panties, looking at her for any signs of protest and again, not receiving any. Slowly he pulled the white lace away from her center, his eyes locked on the apex of her thighs.

The smell of her sex was stronger now that the cotton and lace barrier had been removed. Placing both hands on her thighs, he parted them and leaned forward towards her dripping core. He inhaled deeply, wanting to remember for days to come just how she smelt in this aroused state. She lay still, her hands clutching at the white sheets as she waited for him to move and couldn’t help the tiny tremble that went through her body. She wanted him to do something…anything. This silence and wait was making her tense and restless. He looked up into her worry filled eyes. Am I good enough?

He dropped a kiss right above her ginger curls. You’re more than what I deserve.

She closed her eyes as his lips moved down and his hands drifted upward with deliberate slothfulness. His kisses were lingering and wet while his touches were flighty and teasing, intent on arousing her even further. She bit down on her lower lip when he finally parted her outer lips and blew a soft breath on her deep pink skin. Tentatively, he brought his lips down on her jewel and gave it a loving flick with his tongue. Her mouth let out a soft wail as her hands tangled into his hair, having gone there with the original intent of pulling him back but were now pushing him, encouraging him to continue. He continued to tease her, the top of his tongue fondly tracing her swollen lips, his senses completely focused - at the feel of her under his lips, her thighs around his head, her hands in his hair and her voice as she brokenly begged him to stop. “Dame Ichi-Ichigo. Its too…too much.”

But he had no intentions of stopping. He pulled back from her clit and gave her slit a slow lick with the flat of his tongue that had her lifting her hips off the mattress with another wail. Resisting the urge to smirk, he teased her entrance with his fingertips before shallowly entering her slick tunnel. She girt her teeth, not wanting to make too much noise and he noticed that. He made his way back up as his fingers continued their teasing, his lips leaving a sticky trail on their way to her neck. He raised his head up to her ear, “Let me hear you Hime.” He emphasized his request with a second finger slowly sliding into her, making her worry her lower lip with her teeth “Don’t hold back.” He had to bite back a moan of his own at the feeling of her tight heat surrounding his finger. Shit. If it felt so good with just his hands, what would feel like when they would actually make love?

Lovers lost in sweet desire

She moaned low and long as he entered a second finger into her tight channel, his lips returning to her breasts. Her hips moved against his hand on their own, each thrust pushed her closer and closer towards the white light that was filling her vision. She could feel her release building up inside of her, like a coil growing tighter and tighter with every movement. Her breath fell in short pants from her lips, her breasts heaving under his busy lips as they licked, bite, suckled on and around her sensitive nipples and her thighs were quivering with need beneath his long tapered fingers. Ichigo could tell she was close to coming, her thighs were shaking with every thrust and her channel muscles were fluttering maddeningly around his fingers.

She almost sobbed as she felt her release scant inches away and her hips sped up under his fingers. He bit down on her nipple and at the same time, rubbed his thumb against her clit. Hard. Her eyes flew open as her release hit her with the force of a train, stealing away the very breath from her body as her inner muscles clenched tightly against his invading fingers. He pulled back from her breasts to look down at her as she came. Her face was flushed and her breathing heavy, making her ample bosom move with every breath. Her eyes were clear but staring up unfocused at the ceiling as he removed his sticky fingers from her wet center.

Everything slowly came back into focus after a minute and she looked down breathlessly at Ichigo. She felt heat rush to her face when she saw him licking his fingers clean as though he had just finished eating a tasty meal. His eyes were closed as he licked one finger before popping both fingers into his mouth. His eyes opened and locked into her dazed, hungry eyes. He gave her a small smirk as he popped his fingers out of his mouth, “Tasty.”

All she could do was blush brightly and pull him up to kiss him as hard and as passionately as she could. Their individual flavors merged and mingled as they engaged in a mindless, slow tongue tangle. She was slightly surprised when she felt him raise the covers up over her. She pulled back, “Aren’t you…?”

He pressed a gentle kiss on her button nose, “Not tonight.”

Satisfied, she pulled his arm under her head and snuggled up against him fully intent on enjoying the afterglow feeling with him.

Her loving is so powerful
It's simply unavoidable
The trend is irreversible

 

Onwards to the next chapter, Part V : Click me! Click me!

Comments

[miserymarmalade.livejournal.com]

This is possibly my favorite IchiHime fic. Ever. You do them such justice ♥

[sweety8587.livejournal.com]

Oh phssh *blushes* Yer way too kind!

[alienashi.livejournal.com]

You are such a tease....

Great job, you played out the emotions well, desires and lust (is this the right word), and tease us into thinking that you are indeed writing a smut fic...Not that i'm complaining, it just meant that there will be more!!

Yay! for IchiHime!

[sweety8587.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Why thank you, i'll take that as a compliment.

And yeah i think that lust would be the right word. cuz to me desire and lust just go side by side y' know. Exactly! The good stuff shall come!