Death and Strawberry

Chapter 1: Strawberry

Her breathing came in small pants. Her chest rising and falling with every ounce of air coming into her lungs. Her long auburn hair spread behind her in disarray like her bedspread. A few  strands of her hair sticking to her forehead as she started to sweat from the rise in her body temperature.

She could feel his warm tongue on that sensitive spot just behind her ear. She could only gasp as he started nibbling the small area of skin. It was so pleasurable she could only cry out. And she could just see him smirk.

She arched her back, as he trailed wet kisses down the valley between her ample bossom. She clutched the bedsheet at her sides crumpling the linen further as he started suckling a nipple. She bit her lip, muffling her cries, as he afforded the same attention to the other.

She further arched her back and bent her knees when he moved lower to her stomach. Her soft curves, fitting perfectly his rough angles.

She let go of the sheets and clutched onto his forearms as he went even lower than her navel.

He was deliberately slow. Going further south. He hadnt even started,  yet she's already bursting at the seams.

She had her eyes strained closed, but she could hear tongue  slap with skin as he taste her. It was exquisite.

By now could feel warm liquid between her thighs. She was more than ready.

And then it hit her. Hard.

He was at her relentlessly. She could feel his long, hard member slide deliciously in and out of her wet opening.

He wasnt just impressive. He could deliver.

She was now close.

She could feel that familiar pool in her stomach. The aching in her lower abdomen. The rhythmic  contractions her inner walls make with his every thrust.

She needed her release. She couldnt stop now. She was so close. So, so close.

As her inner walls contract around him,  he could also feel himself near the brink. He all could but grunt in pleasure."Hime."

As the pressure builds, and his thrusts increase in speed, she could only cry for more.

"D-don't. Please, dont s-stop, Ich-!!!"

One more thrust and she would have come. But a very loud thud from her balcony window that landed just below her feet stopped her fingers from their ministrations.

When strawberry blonde spiky hair emerged from the fall, and brown eyes locked with her grey ones, she couldnt help but shriek in horror.

"Inoue?"

"Ku-kurosaki-kun!!!"

.

Her piercing shriek could be heard in the whole building if not for his quick reflexes, muffling her cry of shock with his hand.

Horror was written on her bright-red face. She quickly recovered and pulled her duvet to cover herself, but not before he had a glimpse of her naked anatomy.

He was dumbfounded and shock to say the least.

Everyone's known Orihime Inoue as the timid, clumsy, ditzy, air-head, with weird food choices way back highschool. Not that it made her any less the stunning beauty that she was and still is, if the love-struck looks on the male populace of the school then and at work now was any indication. She's also surprisingly popular with the girls before. And their common friend, Chizuru, was no exemption.

She was kind, soft-spoken, determined, and awesomely strong when she wanted to. 

She had always come off as shy to him. What with her blushing beet red, all the time, whenever  they had small talk.

She's come off as a lot of things to him, over the years, but never in his wildest imagination, had she come off as wanton and sexy as fuck.

"Kurosaki-kun, what are you doing here?" She interrogated, her voice a pitch higher.

" I have an emergency." He paced her bedroom like he owned it. 

She rolled her eyes, albeit he couldnt see it as she was hiding under her bedsheets. Typical Ichigo.

This isnt the first time he barged into her home without so much a warning. If it would have been any other time, he would've been welcomed, but Ichigo really sucked at timing.

"You sleep with a different woman every forthnight and when you cant stand them anymore, you call them an emergency?"

"Never thought you're that kind of girl." He answered, his tone teasing. She felt the side of the bed tip with his weight as he supported himself on one arm, looming above her. 

She could feel herself blush even more on his implications.

She emerged from her hiding place. Sat up and glared at him. Before her initial embarrasment overcame her, she wrapped the sheets around herself and stood up.

"What I do inside my house, in my room, behind closed doors, is none of your business." She bit back, clearly insulted by the blonde's words.

She marched to her front door and he at her trail. Orihime was about to pry the door open when Ichigo stopped her.

"You know, I could help you out on your little problem."

"W-what?"

Ichigo could only smirk. It's ironic how flustered she could get talking about having sex when it's clearly what she wants.

He placed both arms against the door, at either side of her face,  closing the distance between them. He had her cornered.

"Who was it?" It wasnt what he asked that had taken her aback, but the serious look he had on his face. He was scowling.

It took her a moment and when understanding dawned on her her mouth went dry. How would he react if she told him the truth?

Orihime would have denied fantasizing about anyone, when a high-pitched "Ichigo!" was heared from the hallway.

"Is that her?" Orihime inquired as she turned around to take a look at the peephole.

Her door was adjacent to Ichigo's so she could see the blonde standing outside his unit, looking all pouty as the woman realized noone was home.

"The offer still stands."

Jerk.

"Before you go offering me free sex, go fix your problem first."

The curvy blonde outside sighed in defeat and walked towards the lift. When the elevator doors dinged close with the lady in it, Orihime opened her door to let the strawberry out.

"So, still not gonna tell me who the guy is?" He asked all the while keeping his eyes trained on the hallway of their unit.

"Goodbye Kurosaki-kun."

She gently pushed her neighbor out and the door closed at his wake.

Inoue found herself leaning on the door, with her hand above her heart. She could feel it thumping loudly.

She looked up and saw her reflection on the glass top of the picture frame on the coffee table. A disheveled face with flushed cheeks stared back at her. 

Even Sora's smiling face was mocking her. She let out a sigh.

A few seconds later, she heard the familiar click of his lock next door.

Idiot.

There was no way in freaking hell she'd admit  that she was about to moan his bloody damn name.