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Post by Orihime Inoue on May 25, 2015 14:34:50 GMT -6
"While you were waiting for someone to sweep me off my feet" began Inoue. "I was waiting for you." She pulled her hair back again. "It's like I've been invisible to you. Unless I was some damsel in distress. Then, you saw me." Inoue place a gentle hand on his chest and smiled. "I'm not asking for the world Ichigo. Just you."
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 25, 2015 14:44:58 GMT -6
Ichigo flushed again. “You were never invisible, Orihime. Maybe I had a bad way of showing it, but I’ve always cared.” He set a hand over hers on his chest. “It just took a while to realize I cared for you in this way. And I still thought you should have seen the world….”
It was his turn to look down. “How can I be enough for someone as gorgeous as you? You should have diamonds and silver and you won’t get that with me. You won’t- ” He stopped talking as Orihime kissed him again, stealing his breath away.
He wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep up and not fall under the heat curling around them. Then, he pushed her back. “You’re a good kisser, Orihime….” he murmured, dazed.
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Post by Orihime Inoue on May 25, 2015 14:52:16 GMT -6
Inoue chuckled pushing Ichigo away gently. She slid from her seat and walked out of the kitchen. She glanced playfully over her shoulder, pulling off her shirt. "Come on, Stupid." she called out tossing her shirt over her shoulder. Walking into her bedroom, she turned to see if Ichigo was following, only to see him still standing awkwardly in the kitchen.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 25, 2015 17:13:58 GMT -6
“Ummm…. Orihime,” he murmured. “I think - I mean you’re supposed to be resting. This- ” Ichigo blushed deeply, pulling the collar of his shirt, “you wouldn’t be resting. Besides, I don’t want to take advantage of your confession, I mean, our confession.” He growled and turned around, feeling way too hot. “You should probably keep your shirt- ”
He jumped when Orihime grabbed his arm and tugged him forwards, tripping on the rug and falling to the floor on top of her. He blushed so deeply that his head spun and quickly slid off of her.
“Orihime, we should wait, shouldn’t we?”
You FUCKING idiot!
Ichigo blinked as his hollow side screamed in his head and his hand grabbed Orihime’s wrist, pulling her up into his lap.
If you’re going to be a pansy, I’m taking first dibs. See you on the other side, soul reaper!
Ichigo’s eyes darkened and he yanked Orihime’s face back to his own as his tongue plowed deep down her cavern, making her moan. He groaned, feeling the blood flow through his cock and dipped in for another kiss-
Ichigo snapped out of it and pulled Orihime back again, sweating as he hurriedly pushed his alter ego back in his corner.
“We really should wait, Orihime…” he panted. “I don’t want to hurt you. And there’s two sides of me. He’s got more power in that department, so if we take it slow, maybe I can-”
Orihime kissed him again, leaving his breathless.
“Or..hime… “
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Post by Orihime Inoue on May 25, 2015 17:36:11 GMT -6
Inoue shook her head and patted Ichigo on the chest. "It's okay. It's alright, Ichigo." She climbed off of him and grabbed the sweat shirt hanging from on of the bed posts. Pulling it over her head and adjusting herself, she leaned against the wall.
"Thank you, for keeping me company Ichigo." Inoue smiled weakly at the frazzled man sitting on her bed. "Ichigo?"
Ichigo stood up and walked over to her, eyes slightly narrowed. "I don't want to make you unhappy."
"I'm not unhappy, stupid..." she murmured.
"Then what is it? You look.... down."
Orihime wrapped her arms around herself. "I've waited this long for you to say you love me. I can wait a little longer for what comes with it."
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 25, 2015 17:50:20 GMT -6
Ichigo frowned slightly, still holding his hollow side back. The side that wanted to embrace her and do all those things that had been in Rukia’s dirty books. All at once. Sighing, he reached out and caressed her cheek. “If you want me now,” he whispered, voice rough in spite of his attempt to stay calm, “you can. I want you to decide.” He stared into her beautiful amber eyes and felt his heart tremble yet again. “I will be happy with your choice.” He smiled gently at her.
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Post by Orihime Inoue on May 25, 2015 18:04:29 GMT -6
"I think you're being stupid." Inoue said with a shrug. "But, kind of adorable. You should probably take your pants off." Inoue pushed off the wall, placing a hand to Ichigo's chest. She pushed him towards the bed with a chuckle. -END RP-
SIX YEARS LATER: "Change":
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 20, 2015 14:45:07 GMT -6
"Playing with a Strawberry Liar":Evita looked up from her magnetic blocks as Orihime continued to clean the dishes from lunch. Her head then turned to Ichigo, reading the newspaper on the couch. She stood up and walked over to him. “Strawberry, I want some ice cream.”
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Jul 20, 2015 14:46:39 GMT -6
Ichigo lowered his newspaper he’d been cruising. “Well, you did eat your lunch, so I suppose I could get you a treat.” He stood up, walking towards the kitchen and his girlfriend. He grinned. “What kind? Rocky Road, Cookies ’n Mint, Chocolate Sundae, Vanilla?” He reached towards Orihime’s hip, but a photo fell from the wall. The crash startled Orihime and she dashed past him.
“Darn!” she muttered, grabbing the broom and garbage can before going over. She lifted the photo of Ichigo and herself out of the frame and sighed. “What’s wrong now, Evita?”
Behind her, Ichigo sent a muted glare towards the child.
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 20, 2015 14:47:45 GMT -6
Evita smiled at them both. “Nothing, mom,” she replied. “I didn’t do it. Ichigo was getting me ice cream. Why would I do something?” Orihime frowned. “Should I help?” she asked, adding another cent of innocence to her voice.
“No thank you, sweetie,” Orihime whispered. “I don’t want your hands to get cut.”
Evita added another block to the top of her building as she kept an eye out on her mother. And when her mother turned away to pull the trash closer, she drove her energy at the small nail, grabbing it. It fell with a soft pling onto the pile of glass.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Jul 20, 2015 14:48:31 GMT -6
Orihime looked up, her grey eyes narrowing. “Ichigo, you didn’t drive the nail into the wall far enough,” she called over.
“Is that why it fell?” the substitute returned. He winced properly as she turned on him, hands on her hips. “Sorry, honey. I’ll buy you another frame.” He paused. “My mind must have been on something else at the time.” He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck.
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 20, 2015 14:53:48 GMT -6
Evita’s own eyes narrowed now as another thread from her mother stretched towards the fake and looped it back towards her mother and the purse by the door.
Orihime smiled. “No worries, love. I’ll get the frame since I am already going shopping.” She sprang up, put the trash back in the corner and headed towards the bedroom. “Watch Evita while I get ready.”
Ichigo smirked and walked over. “Let me come with you,” he purred, reaching out for her hair.
Evita scowled behind them and ignoring the headache building up between her temples, yanked once more on the string of emotion as it spilled from her mother.
Orihime shook her head. “No, it’s not safe for Evita to be by herself. You know how easily she slips away.” She nearly set a hand on his cheek but it went to his shoulder. “She’s spending more time with you, Ichigo. That means she trusts you.”
Ichigo scratched the back of his head again. “Alright, I will,” he murmured. He caught her hand, but something zapped through him.
“Strawberry, I want my ice cream!” Evita annunciated.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Jul 24, 2015 12:53:38 GMT -6
He glanced behind and then sighed as Orihime slipped past him and shut her door. A lock clicked in place. He waited a few minutes to be assured that the airhead was out of the way and then turned to Evita with narrowed eyes yet a wide smile on his face. Evita’s own eyes narrowed then widened. She stumbled back, sitting on the couch. The newspaper crinkled as Ichigo leaned down, getting in her face.
“Look, kid, we both know that we are on the same team here. I am not the airhead’s Strawberry, but I am not going to hurt your mom. It would ruin my cover. So cut me some slack before I blow my cover or you blow it for me. Besides, she’d enjoy it.”
He lifted her head by her chin as his grin grew. “Remember that deal you made with Daddy. Isn’t that what’s important here?” Evita bright eyes narrowed in warning and he chuckled. “I am just being ‘affectionate’, something she dearly wants. So stop trying to mess this up.”
He turned around. “Now, what ice cream do you want?”
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 24, 2015 12:55:16 GMT -6
Evita blinked several times, not liking the feeling that she was a little unnerved by him and then stood quickly, folding her arms as she gave her order. “I want Chocolate Sundae with crumpled Resses on top with caramel after that.”
As Loki/Ichigo pulled out a bowl and the right container of ice cream, Evita pondered her next approach. She wasn’t going to let this Espada win just because he’d dangled her reward in front of her. She set the rules here. Not him.
She waited until he’d added two scoops to the bowl. “It’s for your own good, you know,” she murmured, sitting down on the floor by her blocks and picking another one up. “The shadow hasn’t ‘had’ her yet, whatever that means.” She set the block on the divide between her two towers. “You’re closer to Ichigo’s shadow than Ichigo. If you touched her, you’d blow it.” She flicked the tower and watched it all but the section she’d been staring at fall over. She smirked.
“I’m still waiting for my ice cream.”
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Jul 24, 2015 12:57:39 GMT -6
Ichigo shook his head and walked over with the bowl, squatting down beside her. “You’re underestimating me, kid.”
“You're not calling me Eve. Another reason you'll fail," Evita continued, tilting her head at the shape shifter and moving on with her argument. “Strawberry calls me that about 50% of the time.”
“50%?” he chuckled. “Don’t kids your age say half of the time?”
“Maybe so, but they don’t see the crimson layer on the house.” Ichigo opened his mouth to retort when Orihime’s door opened, revealing her in a white and yellow sundress and a green cardigan. She tilted her head at Ichigo and Evita. “More ice cream? Stupid, you’re going to give her cavities.”
Ichigo glanced towards the kid and then stood. “It’s okay,” he said, wiping at his pants. “I don’t think I heard of Nel getting cavities and she has a bigger sweet tooth than Eve.”
He blinked, startled in spite of himself when Orihime dashed over and kissed his cheek. “If you’re sure, Silly.” She walked over to Evita and patted her head. “Stay inside please.”
Evita swatted at her hand. “Yes, mom,” she muttered.
Orihime turned back to him. “Keep an eye on her, please?” she asked.
Ichigo waved his hand. “No worries.” He leaned forward and kissed her sweetly, sucking off her lip gloss. He licked his lips. Strawberry. So predictable. This would be easy. He leaned forward but halted as she set a hand on his chest, pushing him back.
She was blushing deeply. “Maybe another time,” she whispered. And then spun around.
Damn, the kid was right. He needed to salvage his cover. “Sorry, honey, I’ll control him better. Be careful out there.”
It worked. Orihime giggled. “Don’t worry so much. I know you’re always there. And besides, I still have the bracelet from Yumiko that’s exactly like hers. No one is going to poof and snatch me.” She waved and closed the apartment door.
Ichigo relaxed.
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