white hills, white thighs
title. white hills, white thighs
summary. when he fills the chasm between her legs, she whispers a thankful prayer.
prompt/s. 50 themes by eloni @ flol
note. 45 is not a prompt; references to ‘body of a woman, white hills, white thighs’ & ‘the city rises and falls’ ; ugh, finally, free to use the internet for my extra-curricular not-related-to-RL activities! :D
warning/s. sentences are rated t, rated m/nc-17; explicit ; post-canon ; IchiHime ; language ; mature theme ; compound sentences XD
disclaimer. bleach & characters belong to Kubo.
ghost
Once, while making love, she tells him how warm he is that it makes her forget that sometimes, they have sex while he is in his shinigami form.
cloud nine
With her knuckles on her mouth and voluptuous body covered in thick sweat, Ichigo watches her shake as she comes beautifully apart under him, and he thinks that she is lovely, that he wants to do it with her again.
diary
He will never tell her, but one of the reasons why he is so good - aside from the fact that he is naturally good- is that he found an innocent-looking notebook of hers, filled with scribbles of what she thinks are her dreams of predictions for the future.
predator
There is a look in his eyes that scares her sometimes; but to be honest, that look makes her lose her control, thus transforming her from a prey to a predator.
a world away
Every time they make love, it bridges the gap between their two different worlds.
missing
When he fills the chasm between her legs, she whispers a thankful prayer.
fear
Sometimes when he’s too fast and too rough, he fears he is hurting her but the feeling of dread disappears when she moans his name and demands for more.
scars
He never tells her but his favorite foreplay involves her lips kissing and her tongue licking every scar.
monster
“When I’m with you, I wish I was a better man.”
unbound
There are nights when they make love, there are nights when they have sex and there are nights when they fuck but whether they make love, fuck, have sex, every encounter is an uncontrollable explosion of love and lust.
stress
“Ichigo,” she says one night, looking at him with her big honey eyes, gloriously naked, lovely and serene, “Do you mind helping me relax…?”
elegy
Today is 06/17 and he’s supposed to mourn for the dead but not tonight; Ichigo lets Orihime dull his grief by letting her fuck his brains out.
heaven
“I love you,” and it is enough.
September
“We’ll be married in September, maybe a day after your birthday,” he promises against her cheek, and Orihime smiles in a way that urges him to kiss those lips again and remind her she’s his, and he’s hers.
memories
Her release produced by her own slick fingers were inspired by the vivid memories he imprinted into her, helping her cure the loneliness she feels when he’s away to save the world and she’s alone.
bittersweet
“I love you,” she is saying, “I love you so… much…” she tells him, promises him while she dies oh so beautifully.
falling
It’s supposed to be a casual love affair where she lets him fuck her, where he lets her make love to him, but, as days pass, he often find himself telling her to catch him because, “I’m falling.”
lie
“It’s okay. I’ve moved on. I don’t love you anymore, so it’s okay,” she whispers one night, when it is July and it is raining, outside and inside her heart.
revelation
He confessed when she least expected it; it happened when she found him in a room, touching himself while moaning her name.
angel
How can someone who looks angelic drive him to do the raciest, dirtiest things?
photograph
Snap, snap, snap and Rukia suppressed laughter, reminding herself to thank Urahara, rather begrudgingly, for her new, high-tech Hollow-detector phone with built-in camera and to run fast once Ichigo and Orihime found out who took their pictures in such racy position.
guilt
He should not be here, he was ready to walk away, but she would whisper his name, and he knew, as many times as he told himself that this would be the last time, that this was not right, that this would have to end, he knew, he didn’t have the strength to walk away.
exile
“You’ll be safe, safer when you’re away from me, so go and don’t look back, go and never come back,” he says firmly, but deep inside, he is saying run, run away with me.
oblivion
When she says, “Who are you?”, he tells himself over and over again, like a broken record, it doesn’t fucking hurt, it doesn’t fucking hurt. , it doesn’t fucking hurt.
closer
She smiles at him in a way that makes him dizzy, that makes his heart break into pieces, that makes him ache, and he could not help himself but move closer until they are one.
fantasy
Orihime always dreams of him in a purple tights and golden crown; Ichigo always dreams of her with nothing on but strawberry-printed knee socks.
silence
And she screams his name, breaking the silence.
miracle
She says, “Yes,” and Ichigo realizes miracles exist.
reverie
“What are you thinking about?” asks Ichigo to which Orihime replies with a soft, innocent, “I think we need to practice more,” before straddling his hips.
numb
“If you forget to breathe, I’ll breathe for you,” he tells her eleven days after the Winter War as she lies on the hospital bed, too dead to respond, too broken to breathe, too lovely to waste away.
flowers
He leisurely licks at her pink petals, topped with a lovely pink rose bud, scattered with thin honey hairs, the scent sweet and tangy, and deliriously addicting.
storm
Orihime is glad for the loud noises and bright thunder lights as the sky cries and floods the world with its tears; they muffle the moans and groans inside her apartment as she and Ichigo twist and twine.
you
“You were just a thought, an idea… you became a dream… and now, a reality.”
forever
She never asks for eternal love and devotion, “I want you to live for me for as long as you can.”
game
Orihime bites her lip hard and tries to disappear in the background but her heart leaps violently as a hand grabs her hair and an arm wraps around her hips, forcing her against a warm, hard body, “Time’s up,” she hears him drawl, “Get ready for round two.”
battle
Sex is like a battle; a struggle in bed where Ichigo seeks to conquer, to dominate, to break, and where Orihime always wins by a soft touch, an innocent purr and a lovely smile.
lost
There is a room inside her heart where she weeps and hides because she feels so lost despite of the fact that she is merely trapped.
not alone
She suppresses her cry of pleasure by biting her lips, shivering at her own release, oblivious to a pair of amber eyes heatedly watching her from the shadows beside her window.
promises
“I don’t need promises,” she says one spring day when it is warm and everything blossoms, and he promises her, not five lifetimes but infinity, “I need you.”
freak
“You’re not a freak, you’re special,” Orihime remembers Sora telling her as she sits on her chair in the middle of the ‘special’ room Soul Society has made for her, a ‘special’ room with iron bars, a ‘special’ room for a ‘special freak’ like her.
rain
She gasps and writhes against him, panting as he thrust in and slides out - the sound of pit pat of the rain hitting the window behind her strangely matches the pace of their loud, messy lovemaking.
words
“P-Please,” she says shakily, shyly, “I love you, I -” and Ichigo loses control.
hell
The lance, or spear or - “I’LL KILL YOU!” he screams later - sword, it pierces her skin and exposes her bleeding heart to him and hell, hell hath no fury like Ichigo in despair.
protection
Ichigo looks at her, brows raised, “You’re not expecting me to use a melon-scented condom, are you?”
45
She gives him a sweet smile, eyes twinkling as she puts down her cards on the table, “I win, you lose - now strip.”
portrait
Being away from her too long impels him to touch himself while staring at her innocently, smiling picture.
over
“It’s over,” she says, strongly, convincingly but he knows it isn’t, whatever it is, it isn’t over, thus he reaches out to take her hand and she, she does not pull away, she does not - she can’t, and he knows it.
family
He has her honey eyes, her smile, and this boy - this spitting image of her always reminds him of sunshine, of hope, of guilt, guilt, guilt - oh god, fucking damn me - and that no matter how many times he tries to forget, to move on, the truth remains that this boy will grow up without a mother.
ballad
He thrusts and fills her, and she cries out his name, a pretty, pretty love song in his ears.
love
He watches her breathe deeply while his hand trace over her pale breasts, down her flat stomach and over her white thighs, her body spread out in surrender as he delves into her, searching and finding pleasure.
summary. when he fills the chasm between her legs, she whispers a thankful prayer.
prompt/s. 50 themes by eloni @ flol
note. 45 is not a prompt; references to ‘body of a woman, white hills, white thighs’ & ‘the city rises and falls’ ; ugh, finally, free to use the internet for my extra-curricular not-related-to-RL activities! :D
warning/s. sentences are rated t, rated m/nc-17; explicit ; post-canon ; IchiHime ; language ; mature theme ; compound sentences XD
disclaimer. bleach & characters belong to Kubo.
ghost
Once, while making love, she tells him how warm he is that it makes her forget that sometimes, they have sex while he is in his shinigami form.
cloud nine
With her knuckles on her mouth and voluptuous body covered in thick sweat, Ichigo watches her shake as she comes beautifully apart under him, and he thinks that she is lovely, that he wants to do it with her again.
diary
He will never tell her, but one of the reasons why he is so good - aside from the fact that he is naturally good- is that he found an innocent-looking notebook of hers, filled with scribbles of what she thinks are her dreams of predictions for the future.
predator
There is a look in his eyes that scares her sometimes; but to be honest, that look makes her lose her control, thus transforming her from a prey to a predator.
a world away
Every time they make love, it bridges the gap between their two different worlds.
missing
When he fills the chasm between her legs, she whispers a thankful prayer.
fear
Sometimes when he’s too fast and too rough, he fears he is hurting her but the feeling of dread disappears when she moans his name and demands for more.
scars
He never tells her but his favorite foreplay involves her lips kissing and her tongue licking every scar.
monster
“When I’m with you, I wish I was a better man.”
unbound
There are nights when they make love, there are nights when they have sex and there are nights when they fuck but whether they make love, fuck, have sex, every encounter is an uncontrollable explosion of love and lust.
stress
“Ichigo,” she says one night, looking at him with her big honey eyes, gloriously naked, lovely and serene, “Do you mind helping me relax…?”
elegy
Today is 06/17 and he’s supposed to mourn for the dead but not tonight; Ichigo lets Orihime dull his grief by letting her fuck his brains out.
heaven
“I love you,” and it is enough.
September
“We’ll be married in September, maybe a day after your birthday,” he promises against her cheek, and Orihime smiles in a way that urges him to kiss those lips again and remind her she’s his, and he’s hers.
memories
Her release produced by her own slick fingers were inspired by the vivid memories he imprinted into her, helping her cure the loneliness she feels when he’s away to save the world and she’s alone.
bittersweet
“I love you,” she is saying, “I love you so… much…” she tells him, promises him while she dies oh so beautifully.
falling
It’s supposed to be a casual love affair where she lets him fuck her, where he lets her make love to him, but, as days pass, he often find himself telling her to catch him because, “I’m falling.”
lie
“It’s okay. I’ve moved on. I don’t love you anymore, so it’s okay,” she whispers one night, when it is July and it is raining, outside and inside her heart.
revelation
He confessed when she least expected it; it happened when she found him in a room, touching himself while moaning her name.
angel
How can someone who looks angelic drive him to do the raciest, dirtiest things?
photograph
Snap, snap, snap and Rukia suppressed laughter, reminding herself to thank Urahara, rather begrudgingly, for her new, high-tech Hollow-detector phone with built-in camera and to run fast once Ichigo and Orihime found out who took their pictures in such racy position.
guilt
He should not be here, he was ready to walk away, but she would whisper his name, and he knew, as many times as he told himself that this would be the last time, that this was not right, that this would have to end, he knew, he didn’t have the strength to walk away.
exile
“You’ll be safe, safer when you’re away from me, so go and don’t look back, go and never come back,” he says firmly, but deep inside, he is saying run, run away with me.
oblivion
When she says, “Who are you?”, he tells himself over and over again, like a broken record, it doesn’t fucking hurt, it doesn’t fucking hurt. , it doesn’t fucking hurt.
closer
She smiles at him in a way that makes him dizzy, that makes his heart break into pieces, that makes him ache, and he could not help himself but move closer until they are one.
fantasy
Orihime always dreams of him in a purple tights and golden crown; Ichigo always dreams of her with nothing on but strawberry-printed knee socks.
silence
And she screams his name, breaking the silence.
miracle
She says, “Yes,” and Ichigo realizes miracles exist.
reverie
“What are you thinking about?” asks Ichigo to which Orihime replies with a soft, innocent, “I think we need to practice more,” before straddling his hips.
numb
“If you forget to breathe, I’ll breathe for you,” he tells her eleven days after the Winter War as she lies on the hospital bed, too dead to respond, too broken to breathe, too lovely to waste away.
flowers
He leisurely licks at her pink petals, topped with a lovely pink rose bud, scattered with thin honey hairs, the scent sweet and tangy, and deliriously addicting.
storm
Orihime is glad for the loud noises and bright thunder lights as the sky cries and floods the world with its tears; they muffle the moans and groans inside her apartment as she and Ichigo twist and twine.
you
“You were just a thought, an idea… you became a dream… and now, a reality.”
forever
She never asks for eternal love and devotion, “I want you to live for me for as long as you can.”
game
Orihime bites her lip hard and tries to disappear in the background but her heart leaps violently as a hand grabs her hair and an arm wraps around her hips, forcing her against a warm, hard body, “Time’s up,” she hears him drawl, “Get ready for round two.”
battle
Sex is like a battle; a struggle in bed where Ichigo seeks to conquer, to dominate, to break, and where Orihime always wins by a soft touch, an innocent purr and a lovely smile.
lost
There is a room inside her heart where she weeps and hides because she feels so lost despite of the fact that she is merely trapped.
not alone
She suppresses her cry of pleasure by biting her lips, shivering at her own release, oblivious to a pair of amber eyes heatedly watching her from the shadows beside her window.
promises
“I don’t need promises,” she says one spring day when it is warm and everything blossoms, and he promises her, not five lifetimes but infinity, “I need you.”
freak
“You’re not a freak, you’re special,” Orihime remembers Sora telling her as she sits on her chair in the middle of the ‘special’ room Soul Society has made for her, a ‘special’ room with iron bars, a ‘special’ room for a ‘special freak’ like her.
rain
She gasps and writhes against him, panting as he thrust in and slides out - the sound of pit pat of the rain hitting the window behind her strangely matches the pace of their loud, messy lovemaking.
words
“P-Please,” she says shakily, shyly, “I love you, I -” and Ichigo loses control.
hell
The lance, or spear or - “I’LL KILL YOU!” he screams later - sword, it pierces her skin and exposes her bleeding heart to him and hell, hell hath no fury like Ichigo in despair.
protection
Ichigo looks at her, brows raised, “You’re not expecting me to use a melon-scented condom, are you?”
45
She gives him a sweet smile, eyes twinkling as she puts down her cards on the table, “I win, you lose - now strip.”
portrait
Being away from her too long impels him to touch himself while staring at her innocently, smiling picture.
over
“It’s over,” she says, strongly, convincingly but he knows it isn’t, whatever it is, it isn’t over, thus he reaches out to take her hand and she, she does not pull away, she does not - she can’t, and he knows it.
family
He has her honey eyes, her smile, and this boy - this spitting image of her always reminds him of sunshine, of hope, of guilt, guilt, guilt - oh god, fucking damn me - and that no matter how many times he tries to forget, to move on, the truth remains that this boy will grow up without a mother.
ballad
He thrusts and fills her, and she cries out his name, a pretty, pretty love song in his ears.
love
He watches her breathe deeply while his hand trace over her pale breasts, down her flat stomach and over her white thighs, her body spread out in surrender as he delves into her, searching and finding pleasure.