Eat

Ichigo accepted Orihime's invitation reluctantly. He knew that a store stomach was a small price to pay if it meant that she would be happy. He held his stomach as he waited nervously and very apprehensively for Orihime to come out of her kitchen.
He'd agreed to stay for dinner but was regretting it more and more as the time went by. He wasn't sure what type of alien food she would serve him. It could range from a spice flavored rock to squid ribs with apple cider sauce. He was extremely nervous and started to sweat a bit as he waited.
"I'm almost done ok?" she called from the kitchen.
Ichigo was barely able to squeeze out an, "okay."
Finally Orihime stepped out of the kitchen. Ichigo closed his eyes as she put down a plate and drink in front of him. "I hope you like it, it was the best I could do with such a short amount of time."
Ichigo looked at the wall clock and saw that three hours had passed since the time they came indoors. He finally gathered the courage to look down at his plate. When he saw what was there he was totally and utterly flabbergasted.
On his plate was something that looked to be a normal hamburger. It was perfectly formed. The meat looked a bit black but outside of that everything else looked fine. He looked at the food, then at Orihime, then back to the food, then back at Orihime again, and then finally back down to the food . . . before going back to Orihime.
"Orihime! This . . . looks so . . . uh . . . normal."
"I know," she said with a ring of disappointment in her tone. "I just couldn't figure out something really amazing to make. I was so worried that you wouldn't like what I made since most people don't seem to. I spent two and a half hours trying to figure it all out."
Orihime looked down at her own dinner - sushi, pecan soup. She wanted to wow Ichigo with something spectacular, just to show him what she could do, but in the end she'd messed it up. Ichigo, however, actually felt better. He was enormously relieved as he looked down at the simple looking hamburger. His stomach rejoiced at the fact that Orihime could actually create a normal dish that would not cause it many hours of distress.
"Well I guess since you took so long to figure it out I'll just have to eat it." Ichigo said, causing Orihime to look at him hopefully.
Ichigo slowly took the sandwich in his hands. Orihime stared at him with eager, gleaming eyes. He eyed the food. It seemed to be all right and it smelled all right, yet when he brought it up to his mouth and took a bite he found out how totally wrong he had been.
Immediately, he turned and coughed the food into his hand. He couldn't understand why he felt lightheaded and disoriented. Orihime's smile started to fade as she saw the strange expression on Ichigo's face.
Once Ichigo could breathe again, he looked at the sandwich and saw the various ingredients that seemed to be packed into a shell of hamburger: peach, duck, snail, ramen, avocado, some things he couldn't recognize . . . the list went on. Ichigo fainted from the sight.
. . .
Hours passed before Ichigo finally regained consciousness. When his eyes fluttered open, he looked around the room but everything looked blurred. Orihime's voice quickly rang in his ears, "Ichigo! Ichigo are you ok?"
Ichigo held his head as he sat up. "What happened?"
"Well," Orihime began, "you ate some of my cheese sandwich and . . ."
He then remembered the incident and interjected, "Was I out long?"
Orihime said, "Only for a few hours. I already called Yuzu and told her you were here so they wouldn't worry."
Ichigo was totally relieved to find that he'd actually survived one of Orihime's experimental sandwiches, but when he looked at her it was obvious that she was very depressed. Sad emotions radiated off of her and penetrated his thoughts. He remembered back to when he first became a shinigami and had to fight Orihime's brother. She had those same kind of feelings then that she was expressing now.
Orihime looked timidly at Ichigo's deep brown eyes. They told a story of struggle, loyalty, valor, loss, and success. She recognized those different things in his eyes, because she was there with him at some of the hardest yet most heroic points in his life. Ichigo worked very hard for the people he cared about and she wanted to work hard for him and forget all of the bad times they'd shared. But her meal, and now her evening with him had turned into a disappointing disaster and she couldn't help but feel that she'd lost a very significant opportunity with him.
But Orihime wasn't the only person lost in emotion. Ichigo's memories had brought on his own flood of feelings, so much so that he felt wetness on his own cheeks. He had been so engrossed by his own thoughts that he had forgot about the present. Orihime was quick to wipe them away. She spoke quickly, "I'm sorry Ichigo I shouldn't have invited you in."
She was going to get up but it seemed that Ichigo had read her thoughts and held her by the hand. She looked back at him; he was smiling nonchalantly as if nothing was wrong. "I'm glad you did. I was able to see a part of you that usually remains hidden."
Before Orihime could register it, Ichigo leaned over and kissed her gently. It was soft and short but it was more than what Orihime could ever have wished for. When he started to lean away from her, Orihime reached for him and pulled him back to her. Their exchange only lasted for a few more seconds but each second felt like a small lifetime of bliss to her.
They looked at each other nervously once it ended. Both remained quiet. It had all been rather spontaneous. Ichigo felt a thrill of excitement while Orihime felt embarrassment and excitement. Orihime had a thousand and one things she wanted to say but rather than try to explain them all, her body made the first move. She threw herself on top of him and began to kiss him passionately. It was rather out of her character but in that rare moment of chaotic emotions, she did what she thought was the best thing to do right there and then.
Ichigo didn't complain or hesitate one bit. Instead, he was quick to take her into his arms. They kissed some more, with Ichigo leaning more and more into Orihime. Soon, she was on the floor, with Ichigo on top of her. She held him tightly as he rolled to his side, him pulling her to him as tightly as he could. They began to roll around the floor, grappling with each other, kissing intensely.
It wasn't until Ichigo was above her again that she saw the intent in his eyes. He began to kiss her and then left a trail of kisses down to her neck. It took Orihime's breath away. Noting that she wasn't stopping him from going further with her, he began to undo her shirt on his downward exploration of her body.
A very small part of Orihime wanted to push him away, because she didn't want to expose herself to him, but the majority of her wanted to show him her very soul, and let him discover every square inch of her body. In an impetuous instant she was topless, with Ichigo already massaging her large breasts. He began to suck on her nipples, first right, then left, then right again, which caused her to tingle all over. She held him there by the hair, tugging at it as he caused her to twitch with pleasure. The way she moved proved to him how she felt about what he was doing to her. The more she tugged, the more she enjoyed, so the more he'd do.
Ichigo marveled at the sheer size of her breasts. The bras she wore actually minimized their true size.
As she lie on the floor filled with adrenaline and passion, Orihime ran her hands down Ichigo's neck and dug her nails into his shoulders. She moaned suddenly with such intensity and desire that Ichigo felt his sexual drive skyrocket.
He pushed himself up and away from her breasts reluctantly. Her face registered disappointment, then elation as he quickly undid his own shirt. She bit her lip in anticipation. With his chest now bare, he lowered himself on top of her and let their skin that was normally covered, touch. The excitement was extremely pleasing and very new for both of them. Orihime touched Ichigo's back, hugging him to her, not wanting to separate from him.
As she held him, she suddenly blurted out, "Ichigo, I've . . . I've always loved you. I knew there was something special about you when I met you. As I saw you more and more, and talked to Tatsuki about you more and more, I began to admire the strength and kindness you had. Eventually that admiration turned to love and now, to be here with you, it is everything I could possibly want."
The words that poured forth from Orihime were true and had come straight from her heart. Ichigo almost couldn't understand it. SHE felt that way about HIM? He looked at her carefully, as if he were seeing her for the first time. He started to see her in a new light. He noticed how silent she'd become after her confession to him; how shy she now seemed; and he could almost feel fear coming from her. It all fit together now. But instead of being shocked with what she'd said, and how she was currently acting, he felt, happy – accepted. Now that he knew the truth, he found that he had some feelings of his own he wanted to express.
"Orihime, I care about you. I've come to view you as a very important friend. But now, you telling me this, with us sharing a moment like this, I can surely love you back."
Orihime heard nothing more than, "I . . . love you," and that was all she needed. Her tears flowed out in steady streams down her cheeks. She held on to him tighter, sobbing into his neck. Ichigo decided to let her feel the intense emotions she was feeling, rather than sully them with trying to get her to stop crying and possibly not feel them fully. All he could do was stay there, caress her, and kiss her softly.
The crying didn't last long. She knew that the tears sort of killed the mood so instead she got up, took Ichigo by the hand, and took him to her room. She shut the door behind them. The lights were off but the light streaming in her windows from the moon was enough to slightly illuminate them both. When Ichigo turned back to Orihime, she had already taken the rest of her clothes off. She stood there, a bit shy but very determined. She walked over to her bed and got under the sheets, where she waited for him.
It only took Ichigo a second to get underdressed and join Orihime in the bed. Even though there wasn't much light, Orihime could make out his lean figure. He had obtained much of his physical strength from their trip to Soul Society. She could even make out his member, stiff and ready. Once he lay on top of her again she could feel it pressing against her thigh.
Orihime was worried. She wasn't sure what to do. This was something she wasn't very familiar with and she didn't want to do anything wrong, but when Ichigo took it upon himself to spread her legs and begin to enter her; she didn't stop him, instead, she let him take the lead.
Ichigo could feel her warmth surround him. It penetrated his being as he entered her. Once he was completely inside her, he noticed that Orihime's nails were almost embedded into his back. She held him tightly as she strained to feel every bit of him she could. She let out a breath she'd forgotten she'd held in an attempt to relax. She felt insanely good at that moment.
He moved slowly, trying to let the tempting sensations last a bit longer. He then worked up his speed and established a slow slippery rhythm. To Orihime, any type of rhythm would do because all she could see was Ichigo above her, them sharing the ultimate intimate moment, and it was more than enough. The day had been a gigantic thrill ride and now they were riding it together.
Orihime wrapped her legs around him, bringing him yet closer to her. She held on to him tightly feeling his body move over and inside her. Ichigo kissed her out of the passion that they were sharing. It felt great and he didn't want it to end. With this in mind he slowed down to a stop, withdrew from her, sat up on the bed and pulled Orihime on top of him.
Orihime maneuvered herself so that her thighs were wrapped around his waist. Her thighs were layered on top of his, her chest against his; her arms were around his shoulders, his member pushed stiffly against her. So much of their skin was touching – it was the ultimate in intimate coupling. She liked the new position, it gave her more of Ichigo to hold and love.
In this position, however, Orihime was given control of the speed of their love making. She first angled herself to let Ichigo inside and once he was, she rocked her hips to her own internal rhythm. The mere intimacy of the position brought her to new levels of delight, although the new type of penetration also helped.
Ichigo held her tightly, feeling the motions of her body as she swayed. Both of them could feel their senses tingle as they began to reach their climax. It was a sensation unrivaled by any other. Ichigo took one of Orihime's breasts in his mouth, took her by the hips and pulled her even closer to him. They were both wrapped completely around each other, as intimate as any two people could be. Orihime's moans were already very loud but her sudden unexpected whispers of Ichigo's name in his ear were a new thrill to him.
Ichigo watched as Orihime bounced on him, it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen and it was tipping him over the edge. Orihime was already there as the mixed sensation of his erection in her with him sucking her nipples brought about her orgasm. She moaned at the top of her lungs. This level of excitement, combined with her body movements, made Ichigo overflow with joy and elation. He flooded into her. They felt each other's tremors as they savored what felt like a moment in heaven.
. . .
It was sunrise when Ichigo finally woke up. He didn't recognize the curtains on the window that the sun was peeking through, but when he looked at the woman he as holding he remembered where he was, and was happy about it. They'd barely gotten any sleep from all of the "fun" they had the night before.
Orihime stirred from the light beginning to brighten her window. She woke up to a smiling Ichigo.
"Hi," he said simply.
"Good morning," she exclaimed joyfully.
At that moment the alarm clock went off. They both quickly turned their heads towards it. Orihime was the first to register what had happened, "OH MY GOD IT'S ALREADY NINE! WE'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"
She quickly jumped out of bed, changed in a fraction of a second and ran to the kitchen to pack a lunch. Ichigo, as he normally did, got up slowly and dressed himself as if he had all the time in the word.
"Hurry Ichigo we're going to be late! That's the last time we have sex so late at night!"
Ichigo came out of the room perfectly ready for school. "You mean that?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
Orihime thought it over, then quickly responded, "Of course not," she beamed at him, then grasped his hand in hers and led him out the door.
A/N: CONGRATULATIONS! You led Ichigo to some bouncy time with Orihime! That was very sweet wasn't it? We thought so. But if you'd like to find someone maybe a little more aggressive or playful, go back to the beginning and make a few different decisions – who knows who you might end up with!