The Next Day

The body effects were finally over. Orihime woke up and searched the house for Tatsuki to tell her that the experiment was done but Tatsuki wasn't answering the knock on the door.

"Tatsuki!" Orihime pounded on the door. She got fed up of knocking and decided to open the room door which was unlocked. When she walked into the room it was empty. Not a soul was in there. She then spotted a note on the floor which said, "If you're reading this you're probably looking for me. Everyone has gone somewhere and has agreed to give you and Ichigo some space. We'll be back in two days. By the time I return you better not be a virgin or Ichigo dies ;P "

"Woah..." Orihime blushed while reading over the last sentence.

Orihime went back into her room and lay on the bed. She was so grateful for her friends for giving her the chance to confess to Ichigo. She closed her eyes before hearing a voice whisper to her.

"Orihime where's everyone?" Ichigo turned towards her.

"Tatsuki left a note saying that they'll be back in two days, that we should take a break from everything that's happend within the past two weeks." Orihime rolled over to him and placed her head on his chest.

Ichigo kissed the top of her head, briefly inhaling the scent of her shampoo. "I need to ask you something."

She looked up into his amber eyes. "You can ask me anything."

Ichigo took a deep breathe. "I know it's been hard on you for the past few days and all but would you like to be my girlfriend." He grew with embarrassment.

"Of course I would! I mean I..." Orihime said as she rested her head on his chest. Somewhere deep down in her heart told her that she was very happy that Ichigo asked her out. She couldn't wait to tell her best friend Tatsuki. "Ichigo..." She looked deep into his chocolate orbs. "I love you," Her heart was beating faster than Ichigo's.

The very next move in the room was made by Ichigo. He gently held up her chin with his index finger, lowered his head towards her and kissed her delecately on her lips.

Orihime pressed one hand beneath his shoulder and turned her face enough to meet his eyes. "Can I just…" her gaze flickered to his lips, and Ichigo tensed. "Can I kiss you?" she breathed, wanting to feel his lips again.

When his lips parted, she continued. "Just, just…to feel." she swallowed. "I know that we're…" her words trailed off as she struggled with her thoughts. And then finally, "No one else would have to know. Until we find the right time to tell them."

Ichigo stared at her as a rush of fantasies flew past him like vapors. She was in their bed, in his arms and he sensed she had no idea of the pull she had on him.

"I'd know," he murmured. "I'd know, and I…I wouldn't be able to forget, the time when I was in your body." The words tripped over one another and his hand was still on her back, fingers splayed over his own sweatshirt. It somehow felt softer between his hand and her skin. "I haven't forgotten anything."

Their eyes met and held once again, and they both considered the moment and truth between them. Then Orihime leaned closer, hesitating a breath away from his lips. "You don't have to forget," she promised just before pressing her mouth against his.

They groaned in unison, and while his voice was deeper than hers, the timbre in the emotion they both felt was an exact match. Orihime heard her own desire in Ichigo's voice, and he recognized the taste of pleasure with a hint of desperation. Immediately his arms tightened around her and he completely wrapped her up to his chest, rolling until she was beneath him. His thigh was trapped tight between her legs, and when she gasped, he reared back to stare at her. But he didn't stop.

"We're in our bed, Hime," he warned, even as his hands slipped over her body to her arms. His fingers skimmed to her elbows and then he lifted her hands in his until they were pinned near his headboard. "We can't just walk away from this—neither of us."

"I know," she answered, already pressing soft lines of kisses along his jaw. Ichigo groaned and buried his face in her neck. He released her hands and she wrapped them tight around his neck. "Oh, I know," she repeated huskily before wrapping her legs around his hips and flipping him to his back. She fisted his t-shirt and shoved it toward his chest, quickly abandoning her task to press kisses against his stomach. She murmured her approval when he yanked his shirt completely off and threw it to the side. His fingers wove through her hair, strength through silk, and they both inhaled sharply at the sensation—a realization after countless dreams. Singularly experienced desire in the privacy of their hearts, yet irrevocably connected by the years of life between them. Their eyes met again in wonder, both amazed and yet neither completely surprised that even in this, they just worked…and it was good.

"I wish I could see you more often," Orihime traced his arms with her fingers.

"You know what I look like, right?" Ichigo replied, a hint of humor in his voice.

"No," she insisted and placed a soft open mouthed kiss right where his left shoulder met his arm. "I mean…I wish I could really see you right now."

Without a word, Ichigo stretched his arm toward the nightstand and with a flick of his nimble fingers, the room and the bed were flooded with subtle light. It was enough to bathe them in a soft glow, and from her position above him, her knees on the outsides of his hips, Orihime stared down at the play of his chest and stomach muscles, perfectly framed by his bare arms and soft sheets. "Yes," was all she said before running her hands all over him.

Ichigo stayed as still as he could but when her fingers skimmed over his ribs and to the waistband of his pants, his hips shifted of their own accord. "Ichigo," he groaned and moved into action, sliding his own hands under the shirt she was wearing. He cupped her bare back and registered that she wasn't wearing her bra just at the moment when she lifted the faded gray sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. In the fraction of an instant, he'd gone from knowing that he could possibly touch her to knowing he could see and touch her. Ichigo wrapped his arms tighter around her waist and used her as leverage to lift off the bed until he could kiss her shoulders and neck. "Hime, gorgeous…"

Her breasts were soft and pressed against his chest and they both gasped at the pleasure. "Damn, I want to take this slow, but I'm…" he stopped talking and instead kissed her, allowing all of the passion he felt for her to rise to the surface. Hands clasped, tongues tangled, eyes fluttered and bodies rolled until once again, she was flat on her back and he was nearly flat on top of her, pressed close from lips to hips. He wanted to strip her naked until the full length of her body was forever imprinted into his bed and against him. He wanted to comfort her and claim her, and the warring emotions fought for purchase. Like nearly every other time he felt conflicted, he wanted to know her thoughts. When she brought his hands to her breasts and arched back at the contact, he had his answers. Immediately, he lowered his mouth and sucked a soft nipple between his lips. She gasped his name, and he groaned, knowing that all of his thoughts about overcoming any addiction by knowing her were false. All he'd done over the years was protecting her. And now he knew, like one of her precious facts, that he'd never forget the taste of her. His tongue swept over the hard nipple, and she wiggled beneath him. As he kissed his way over to lick at her other breast, he realized she was shimmying out of her pants. He didn't know how she'd done it, but when he felt her bare legs wrap around his waist, he didn't care how she'd done it.

"Oh," Ichigo breathed out and luxuriated in the feel of the sexy stretch in her thigh muscles. No variation of pillow or fantasy ever compared to Ichigo. It had been an incredibly long time for her, and now she was left practically panting and wondering how she'd known him for so long and survived not experiencing this. He was kissing down her stomach and when he hooked one of her smooth thighs over his shoulder and neck, she arched, pressing her shoulders against the pillow. "Ichi…"

His chocolate brown eyes were so incredibly hot, and they held hers as she twisted her fingers in the sheets in anticipation. Even though she had her eyes on him, she still started at he touched between her legs, his long fingers against her swollen flesh and her clit in soft, sweeping strokes that told them both just how wet and hot she was for him. Her heartbeat seemed to overtake her brain and she began to rotate her hips in invitation. Ichigo sank one long finger deep, so, so deep. Orihime cried out, "Oh, Kami, yes, Ichigo!" Her inner muscles clenched him, and Ichigo watched his finger slide in and out of her. He groaned and bent his head, gently pulling her clit between his lips with a soft suction.

"Ichigo," she repeated again, her voice dark and full of need. Hell yes, he loved hearing his name, especially the way she said it now. He tried to take it slow, but she was digging her fingers into his shoulders and pulling him toward her. Her lips clamped to his, and Ichigo shivered and grew impossibly hard when she licked her tongue against his. He felt her hands on the front of his pants and then they were at his hips, and she was fisting him in soft sleek strokes that nearly stole his breath and his control.

"Whoa," he gasped and whimpered almost painfully when she kissed the base of his throat and rubbed her palm over the head of his cock. "Ichigo, wait…just…Oh, Kami, Ichigo!"

"Ichigo," Orihime stopped her movements and then slipped her hands to his chest, gently rubbing beneath his shoulders as she met his gaze. "I want you."

Ichigo licked his lips and tried to reply when she wrapped her long legs around his waist once more. He'd had a hundred fantasies of saying something sexy or smooth to her on their first time, but as he rose up over her, pulling her legs up and apart as he positioned himself in between, she merely looked up into his face with wonder, as if she too was still not quite able to believe that she was with him and that in the next moment he would be inside her.

And then he was inside her in a smooth hot slide of slick flesh and warm welcome. Ichigo froze and clenched every muscle he had to keep himself from coming right then. He pressed his forehead against Orihime's and then leaned down the extra inch for a quick soft kiss. As he pulled away, he also pulled out of her for another thrust and she arched her hips and neck in unison, not letting him separate from her completely. Her mouth chased his and caught him in a soft kiss as her legs pressed on his ass and practically pushed him back into her. It wasn't going to take long, but it was going to be so damn good…no doubt about it.

He'd gotten her close to orgasm with his fingers and mouth and it only took three more thrusts before she was clenching around him. Ichigo stared down and watched as her face transformed. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted. She made nearly no sound, but her fingernails bit into the skin of his shoulders. Ichigo gritted his teeth together to keep from coming as he watched her. She tightened once and then a second time, and her breathing hitched, and then she closed her eyes for a fraction of a second before opening those bright blues on him. She looked…satisfied and serene and sexy, and she was giving him the softest smile. Beautiful,…so beautiful. The words wrapped around his mind and when she smiled again, he realized he was saying them out loud. Her smile was so perfect it made him want to kill anyone else who had ever seen it. But first, he was going to cum. "Hime…" Dark pleasure raced through his groin to his limbs, and his knees locked and his hips began to piston. "Hime, Hime, Hime, Hime, Hime…" he chanted.

Orihime traced her hands over his chest and tried to pay attention to everything about Ichigo in the moment. But even so, when his thrusts came harder and thicker, indicating his own impending release, she was distracted by pleasure, by the sheer pleasure of having Ichigo cum inside of her. She arched her hips toward his, wetting him and welcoming him back with each thrust he made. His penis lengthened and everything grew warm. She felt the first wet pulse and exhaled right before he buried his face in her neck and came.

There was silence for a few seconds, punctured only by the mingling of their labored breathing, his more than hers. Then finally, with a soft grunt, Ichigo pushed off of her and rolled to his back before tugging her close. Orihime couldn't see his face; she was pinned so close to his chest. But she didn't mind, and when he wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on the top of her head, her eyes grew drowsy with sleep.

"Hime," he murmured, and she nuzzled his chest.

"Yes?" she whispered back, tracing her fingers against his skin.

"I love you," he exhaled.

Orihime grew warm at his affection and soon they were both gently sleeping.

Thirty Minutes Later

"Tatsuki, Ichigo isn't answering his phone. Do you think he got laid?" Keigo said with a tone of worry in his voice. He already knew that Ichigo would be feeling some type of way for her ever since the game of truth or dare. Ichigo might have been hard to read but Keigo reads him like a book.

"Of course not. Orihime would of what's app called me and told me if they got laid. Besides...I kinda want to do it again..." Tatsuki drifted off, not knowing what she said.

"Ha first timers," Mizuiro laughed as he watched the couple. He knew everything about what was going on between and he also saw them having their *fun*. Even though he isn't a virgin, he still have his ways with women.

"You know Mizuiro, it isn't good to preposition women." Uryu stated as he made his way to the couch.

They were staying at a hotel for one night because they wanted their two red headed friends to have some time off without them being around. Uryu came up with the idea because of the trouble the two were having, being in each other's bodies while their hormones were ranging.

"Come to think of it Uryu, I've been wanting to ask you something." Mizuiro said as he sat next to Uryu.

"Hm? What is it?" He replied as the room got quiet.

"Are you a virgin?" Mizuiro asked as the room got back loud from Keigo's uproar. Uryu's face lit up in red as he felt embarrassed.

"Yeah! Tatsuki don't you think that too?!" Keigo shouted in excitement.

"Keep it down." Tatsuki stopped him, "And yeah I think that he's not one considering how calm he always stays."

"What!" Uryu stood up from the couch and looked at them, still embarrassed. "Of course I am!"

"Guys he's lying. I can see the look on his face." Mizuiro laughed.

"Grr you know what?! Mind your business!" Uryu yelled as he walked through the door.

"Says the horny virgin." Mizuiro said.

"Ha! Oh shit" Tatsuki laughed.

"Speaking of shit, I gotta buss a shit. I'll be right back." Mizuiro said as he left the room.

"Sooo...Tatsuki do you think Ichigo and Orihime made up already?" Keigo placed his foot where Mizuiro was sitting.

"It depends on whether Orihime isn't being a pussy but I have faith in her." Tatsuki said while she picked up a manga and started reading.

"You may be right about that."