1 one-shot: Rangiku/Orihime
Title: Beginning
Words: circa 2000
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Rangiku/Orihime
Warnings: femmeslash, spoilers for The Arrancar/Bount arc
Prompt: "jolt!" table
Summary: This was only the beginning for Rangiku and Orihime.
The slow way that her full lips found Rangiku's sent chills down her spine. Orihime actually shivered as the older woman's arms slid around her body, pulling her closer. "Orihime," she murmured into the girl's mouth. Orihime's suddenly heavy breathing was fanning her face. She could feel the smaller girl's heat radiating off her body and mingling with her own. "What do you want?"
"I - I - I want you!" Orihime said in a breathless whisper with trembling lips as she looked with desire into Rangiku's eyes.
Rangiku wasted no time; she leaned down and captured Orihime's lips with her own in a searing kiss. The girl's softness was like a shock to her system, a jolt! She couldn't stand anymore, but she couldn't let go of Orihime either. The way the girl's mouth moved against hers; her tongue touching Rangiku's gently, almost tentatively. She was shy, and it was a beautiful thing. She was unsure of herself, like she was afraid of Rangiku pushing her away. But it was the last thing the older woman wanted.
In fact, Rangiku pulled her closer still as their clothes bundled around their bodies with every movement, and she slid her mouth from the other girl's traveling down her neck and the top of her shoulder. The salty, soft taste of Orihime's skin was intoxicating. Rangiku felt like she was going to lose her mind at the taste. The girl was gentle and amazing, like some goddess from another world. But she certainly wasn't offering Rangiku some kind of salvation, but instead condemning her.
Orihime's arms moved to circle her waist, sliding beneath the lose t-shirt she wore while she was in this world. Her fingers undid the clasps on her bra beneath the shirt's material. All at once Rangiku realized how stifling her bra's fabric had been and how much her nipples ached to be touched. Her fingers grabbed the bottom of Rangiku's shirt and she pulled away, looking into Rangiku's eyes with her own desire-filled ones. "May I?"
"Please," Rangiku answered before she claimed Orihime's mouth again for a brief kiss. She pulled back, allowing the young girl to pull her shirt over her head, and then watching her bra fall to the ground. Her breasts were exposed and she felt herself grow even more aroused when Orihime's eyes drank them in. The younger girl's tongue poked out of her mouth to wet her lips as she looked at Rangiku's full breasts and hard nipples. The cool air just made them worse; they ached to be touched, to be tasted, for attention in some way.
Orihime looked up at Rangiku's eyes and then moved her gaze down to the promptly displayed breasts. She didn't ask permission this time. Instead, she just dipped her head and took one of Rangiku's nipples into her mouth, her hand coming up to massage the other breast. She was a natural. She tilted her head back as blissful pleasure coursed through her body at Orihime's hot mouth left fire on her already inflamed skin.
Rangiku slid her fingers through Orihime's soft hair. The way Orihime touched her was stunning. The satin-like feel of Orihime's locks was as arousing as the touch of her mouth. Orihime's hand moved from her breasts downward, stroking her stomach, and then hesitantly went lower. Her mouth continued their pleasurable torture on her beasts switching from one to the other.
The jolt that had shocked though Rangiku's body at Orihime's first touch increased and vibrated like Orihime was a force of her own. She was her own world that pulled a willing Rangiku into its orbit. Rangiku pulled herself away from Orihime and looked at the young girl, drinking in her desire dancing in her eyes. She grabbed the bottom of Orihime's shirt and began to slowly pull it over her head. The younger girl let her as her eyes never left Rangiku's, sharing in the moment with her.
Tossing the shirt aside finally, she looked at the swells of Orihime's breasts with pleasure. Her hands ached to touch her, to feel her, to pleasure her. As if on their own accord Rangiku's hands reached behind Orihime's back and unclasped her bra. The light garment fell to the ground and Rangiku automatically reached out to feel the weight of Orihime's full breasts in her hands, weighing them, feeling them, and soaking in their smooth skin and hard nipples.
Leaning down Rangiku took one of Orihime's nipples in her mouth and suckled, inciting a moan from the young girl. Orihime's hands moved to grope in Rangiku's long hair and pushed her forward toward her breasts. The girl's moans were encouraging and Rangiku began to massage her breasts, tasting Orihime's salty and smooth taste in her mouth.
The older pulled her head back, looking into Orihime's eyes and asking, "Are you ready?"
"I'm more than ready," Orihime murmured as she leaned down and kissed Rangiku again. Her hands came back to cup Rangiku's face and the searing kiss didn't end as Rankigu reached between the bodies and began to push down Orihime's skirt. It fell easily and pooled at the younger girl's feet so she stood there in only her underwear. Pulling back and looked at Rangiku, Orihime took off the undergarments and stepped out of the pile of clothing at her feet. Without glancing behind her to see if Rangiku was still watching her, she gracefully sat on the edge of the bed, looking expecting at a waiting and aroused Rangiki. Her eyes begged for this; her body wanted this.
Rangiku didn't know if she could wait any longer. She wanted tonight to be special for the girl, to be the perfect memory. But desire was too consuming.
Walking to the girl - No, she was sauntering with languidly movements and purpose that the girl could see in her eyes. Gently, she pushed the girl's shoulder so she scooted up on the bed then laid down on her back with her head against the pillows.
Rangiku took a moment to soak her in. Her beautiful red hair, her full big breasts, her smooth creamy skin, her eyes dancing with desire and intrigue. It was perfect. The perfect image for Rangiku to remember when it was done. When it was all over. She shook her head, leaning down and stroking over the girls thigh. She started at the outside, but her hand automatically moved to the inside, right near her moisture. "You're beautiful," she murmured. She couldn't help herself. Orihime was beautiful. She was like a doll, untouched. Everything about her was flawless, but Rangiku doubted she would have saw the flaws in her lust if the girl had any. Not that it mattered.
Her mouth replaced her finger, leaving wet kisses along her inner thigh. Orihime moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in her strawberry blonde hair.
Slowly, Rangiku reached up and grabbed her underwear. She pulled them off without giving time for Orihime to be embarrassed - not that she expected the girl to be. The both wanted the same thing.
Rangiku's tongue darted out to lick her inner thigh, as if to give her a small taste of what was to come. Orihime's only response was to thrust hips upwards, beckoning Rangiku to go farther, to taste her sweet flavor and send her into ecstasy. Rangiku wanted that more than Orihime did. Orihime didn't know how much Rangiku had craved her since the younger girl went to the Soul Society after Rukia. Her body sang for Orihime's touch.
Her mouth moved quickly, leaving the smooth skin of the thigh and into her moisture. She was so wet, so ready, so desirable. Her tongue searched for her sensitive bundle of nerves, which was easy to find in the wetness, and began to stoke it gently. When Orihme gasped with pleasure and thrust upward again, Rangiku quickened her pace.
The girl moaned above her. "Rangiku," she breathed her name. Grabbing Orihime's thighs, she pulled the girl's heat closer, delving deeper, licking harder. Anything to make the girl loose control. She wanted to hear her scream her name.
Tensing beneath Rangiku beautifully, Orihime let out one more carnal moan before she screamed. "Rangiku!" she called in a blissful bout of pleasure. Rangiku licked up any moisture she could, loving the taste and the feeling behind it. It was almost more exoric than the girl's touch - almost.
The girl's climax slowed down, but Rangiku's tongue still flicked over her clit, lightly, teasingly.
"Rangiku, stop," Orihime said her voice was half-pleading, half-amused. She was still coming down from her orgasm, and she was out of breath. "Please."
Looking up Rangiku smiled at the young girl. "Aren't you enjoying it?" she asked, knowing full well the girl had. She had very much.
"Yes, but…" the girl's voice trailed off her and her eyes suddenly looked away from Rangiku's, almost like she was embarrassed suddenly. How cute, Rangiku thought with amusement. "But I want to do it to you too."
The soft whisper, the admission like it was something bad, made Rangiku's breath hitch. "You do?" she questioned, standing up again to look down at the girl.
"Please."
Slowly, Orihime pulled herself into a sitting position and petted the space beside her on the bed. Deciding not to question, not to show her excitement either, Rangiku sat down, looking at her. Orihime slid off the bed, biting her lip. "Lay back," she requested softly, as if she wasn't sure what to do now.
Wordlessly, Rangiku obliged, laying back on the pillows, and staring at the ceiling. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Orihime moving again. She was positioning herself like Rangiku had, between the older woman's spread legs. Resisting the urge to look at Orihime, to take the look of anxiety of anticipation all in, Rangiku kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling.
Slowling, Orihime's fingers began to trail along Rangiku's legs, then to her thighs. She seemed to be experimenting, to still be deciding if she wanted to continue. Without speaking, Orihime's mouth was on her inner thigh, making Rangiku gasp in both surprise and pleasure. Her mouth was so warm, so soft.
Oihime's tongue wreaked havoc on Rangiku's senses. She immediately found the bundle of nerves that would incite the most pleasure and her movements were slow and sensual. It was blissful torture. Rangiku gripped the sheets, breathing hard and moaning at the same time. It wasn't an easy task. The moans came out more like she was gasping for air rather than being pleasure by an incredible girl. Orihime's finger came up to slide into Rangiku, something Rangiku hadn't done. It pumped inside her in time with her tongue's strokes.
"Orihime!' Rangiku screamed just before her body couldn't take it anymore. The slow pleasure sent Rangiku into an overwhelming orgasm. Bliss spiraled around her, taking her into its delightful depths and refusing to let her go. Still, Orihime's tongue and finger worked furiously, gaining speed and pressure. As Rangiku's first climax ended, another began. The ecstasy jolts made her shake beneath the girl's mouth. Her scream this name came out as a ragged cry, barely audible.
The pleasure was all consuming; she couldn't get enough of it. Just when she thought her body was going to climax again, Orihime stopped. She looked up at Rangiju and met her pleasure filled eyes. The silent question of if she did well made Rangiku want to laugh. With heavy limbs, she opened her arms and said, "Come here."
Orihime slid into her arms, curling against her. Their naked, sweaty bodies were slick, but Rangiku quickly latched her, embracing and holding her close. She kissed her temple, the girl's questioning eyes faded and she smiled knowingly.
"We must do that again," Orihime said after a long pause. Leaning forward, she kissed Rangiku. Rangiku could taste herself on Orihime and suddenly her body wanted more, wanted it again. She pulled back, grinning at the younger girl. "Okay," she whispered before she slid her mouth down on the girl's skin and to her nipple where she took one semi-erect one in her mouth. It hardened instantly as Rangiku sucked.
Rangiku couldn't get enough of Orihime. This was not the end; it was only a sweet, blissful beginning.
Words: circa 2000
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Rangiku/Orihime
Warnings: femmeslash, spoilers for The Arrancar/Bount arc
Prompt: "jolt!" table
Summary: This was only the beginning for Rangiku and Orihime.
The slow way that her full lips found Rangiku's sent chills down her spine. Orihime actually shivered as the older woman's arms slid around her body, pulling her closer. "Orihime," she murmured into the girl's mouth. Orihime's suddenly heavy breathing was fanning her face. She could feel the smaller girl's heat radiating off her body and mingling with her own. "What do you want?"
"I - I - I want you!" Orihime said in a breathless whisper with trembling lips as she looked with desire into Rangiku's eyes.
Rangiku wasted no time; she leaned down and captured Orihime's lips with her own in a searing kiss. The girl's softness was like a shock to her system, a jolt! She couldn't stand anymore, but she couldn't let go of Orihime either. The way the girl's mouth moved against hers; her tongue touching Rangiku's gently, almost tentatively. She was shy, and it was a beautiful thing. She was unsure of herself, like she was afraid of Rangiku pushing her away. But it was the last thing the older woman wanted.
In fact, Rangiku pulled her closer still as their clothes bundled around their bodies with every movement, and she slid her mouth from the other girl's traveling down her neck and the top of her shoulder. The salty, soft taste of Orihime's skin was intoxicating. Rangiku felt like she was going to lose her mind at the taste. The girl was gentle and amazing, like some goddess from another world. But she certainly wasn't offering Rangiku some kind of salvation, but instead condemning her.
Orihime's arms moved to circle her waist, sliding beneath the lose t-shirt she wore while she was in this world. Her fingers undid the clasps on her bra beneath the shirt's material. All at once Rangiku realized how stifling her bra's fabric had been and how much her nipples ached to be touched. Her fingers grabbed the bottom of Rangiku's shirt and she pulled away, looking into Rangiku's eyes with her own desire-filled ones. "May I?"
"Please," Rangiku answered before she claimed Orihime's mouth again for a brief kiss. She pulled back, allowing the young girl to pull her shirt over her head, and then watching her bra fall to the ground. Her breasts were exposed and she felt herself grow even more aroused when Orihime's eyes drank them in. The younger girl's tongue poked out of her mouth to wet her lips as she looked at Rangiku's full breasts and hard nipples. The cool air just made them worse; they ached to be touched, to be tasted, for attention in some way.
Orihime looked up at Rangiku's eyes and then moved her gaze down to the promptly displayed breasts. She didn't ask permission this time. Instead, she just dipped her head and took one of Rangiku's nipples into her mouth, her hand coming up to massage the other breast. She was a natural. She tilted her head back as blissful pleasure coursed through her body at Orihime's hot mouth left fire on her already inflamed skin.
Rangiku slid her fingers through Orihime's soft hair. The way Orihime touched her was stunning. The satin-like feel of Orihime's locks was as arousing as the touch of her mouth. Orihime's hand moved from her breasts downward, stroking her stomach, and then hesitantly went lower. Her mouth continued their pleasurable torture on her beasts switching from one to the other.
The jolt that had shocked though Rangiku's body at Orihime's first touch increased and vibrated like Orihime was a force of her own. She was her own world that pulled a willing Rangiku into its orbit. Rangiku pulled herself away from Orihime and looked at the young girl, drinking in her desire dancing in her eyes. She grabbed the bottom of Orihime's shirt and began to slowly pull it over her head. The younger girl let her as her eyes never left Rangiku's, sharing in the moment with her.
Tossing the shirt aside finally, she looked at the swells of Orihime's breasts with pleasure. Her hands ached to touch her, to feel her, to pleasure her. As if on their own accord Rangiku's hands reached behind Orihime's back and unclasped her bra. The light garment fell to the ground and Rangiku automatically reached out to feel the weight of Orihime's full breasts in her hands, weighing them, feeling them, and soaking in their smooth skin and hard nipples.
Leaning down Rangiku took one of Orihime's nipples in her mouth and suckled, inciting a moan from the young girl. Orihime's hands moved to grope in Rangiku's long hair and pushed her forward toward her breasts. The girl's moans were encouraging and Rangiku began to massage her breasts, tasting Orihime's salty and smooth taste in her mouth.
The older pulled her head back, looking into Orihime's eyes and asking, "Are you ready?"
"I'm more than ready," Orihime murmured as she leaned down and kissed Rangiku again. Her hands came back to cup Rangiku's face and the searing kiss didn't end as Rankigu reached between the bodies and began to push down Orihime's skirt. It fell easily and pooled at the younger girl's feet so she stood there in only her underwear. Pulling back and looked at Rangiku, Orihime took off the undergarments and stepped out of the pile of clothing at her feet. Without glancing behind her to see if Rangiku was still watching her, she gracefully sat on the edge of the bed, looking expecting at a waiting and aroused Rangiki. Her eyes begged for this; her body wanted this.
Rangiku didn't know if she could wait any longer. She wanted tonight to be special for the girl, to be the perfect memory. But desire was too consuming.
Walking to the girl - No, she was sauntering with languidly movements and purpose that the girl could see in her eyes. Gently, she pushed the girl's shoulder so she scooted up on the bed then laid down on her back with her head against the pillows.
Rangiku took a moment to soak her in. Her beautiful red hair, her full big breasts, her smooth creamy skin, her eyes dancing with desire and intrigue. It was perfect. The perfect image for Rangiku to remember when it was done. When it was all over. She shook her head, leaning down and stroking over the girls thigh. She started at the outside, but her hand automatically moved to the inside, right near her moisture. "You're beautiful," she murmured. She couldn't help herself. Orihime was beautiful. She was like a doll, untouched. Everything about her was flawless, but Rangiku doubted she would have saw the flaws in her lust if the girl had any. Not that it mattered.
Her mouth replaced her finger, leaving wet kisses along her inner thigh. Orihime moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in her strawberry blonde hair.
Slowly, Rangiku reached up and grabbed her underwear. She pulled them off without giving time for Orihime to be embarrassed - not that she expected the girl to be. The both wanted the same thing.
Rangiku's tongue darted out to lick her inner thigh, as if to give her a small taste of what was to come. Orihime's only response was to thrust hips upwards, beckoning Rangiku to go farther, to taste her sweet flavor and send her into ecstasy. Rangiku wanted that more than Orihime did. Orihime didn't know how much Rangiku had craved her since the younger girl went to the Soul Society after Rukia. Her body sang for Orihime's touch.
Her mouth moved quickly, leaving the smooth skin of the thigh and into her moisture. She was so wet, so ready, so desirable. Her tongue searched for her sensitive bundle of nerves, which was easy to find in the wetness, and began to stoke it gently. When Orihme gasped with pleasure and thrust upward again, Rangiku quickened her pace.
The girl moaned above her. "Rangiku," she breathed her name. Grabbing Orihime's thighs, she pulled the girl's heat closer, delving deeper, licking harder. Anything to make the girl loose control. She wanted to hear her scream her name.
Tensing beneath Rangiku beautifully, Orihime let out one more carnal moan before she screamed. "Rangiku!" she called in a blissful bout of pleasure. Rangiku licked up any moisture she could, loving the taste and the feeling behind it. It was almost more exoric than the girl's touch - almost.
The girl's climax slowed down, but Rangiku's tongue still flicked over her clit, lightly, teasingly.
"Rangiku, stop," Orihime said her voice was half-pleading, half-amused. She was still coming down from her orgasm, and she was out of breath. "Please."
Looking up Rangiku smiled at the young girl. "Aren't you enjoying it?" she asked, knowing full well the girl had. She had very much.
"Yes, but…" the girl's voice trailed off her and her eyes suddenly looked away from Rangiku's, almost like she was embarrassed suddenly. How cute, Rangiku thought with amusement. "But I want to do it to you too."
The soft whisper, the admission like it was something bad, made Rangiku's breath hitch. "You do?" she questioned, standing up again to look down at the girl.
"Please."
Slowly, Orihime pulled herself into a sitting position and petted the space beside her on the bed. Deciding not to question, not to show her excitement either, Rangiku sat down, looking at her. Orihime slid off the bed, biting her lip. "Lay back," she requested softly, as if she wasn't sure what to do now.
Wordlessly, Rangiku obliged, laying back on the pillows, and staring at the ceiling. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Orihime moving again. She was positioning herself like Rangiku had, between the older woman's spread legs. Resisting the urge to look at Orihime, to take the look of anxiety of anticipation all in, Rangiku kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling.
Slowling, Orihime's fingers began to trail along Rangiku's legs, then to her thighs. She seemed to be experimenting, to still be deciding if she wanted to continue. Without speaking, Orihime's mouth was on her inner thigh, making Rangiku gasp in both surprise and pleasure. Her mouth was so warm, so soft.
Oihime's tongue wreaked havoc on Rangiku's senses. She immediately found the bundle of nerves that would incite the most pleasure and her movements were slow and sensual. It was blissful torture. Rangiku gripped the sheets, breathing hard and moaning at the same time. It wasn't an easy task. The moans came out more like she was gasping for air rather than being pleasure by an incredible girl. Orihime's finger came up to slide into Rangiku, something Rangiku hadn't done. It pumped inside her in time with her tongue's strokes.
"Orihime!' Rangiku screamed just before her body couldn't take it anymore. The slow pleasure sent Rangiku into an overwhelming orgasm. Bliss spiraled around her, taking her into its delightful depths and refusing to let her go. Still, Orihime's tongue and finger worked furiously, gaining speed and pressure. As Rangiku's first climax ended, another began. The ecstasy jolts made her shake beneath the girl's mouth. Her scream this name came out as a ragged cry, barely audible.
The pleasure was all consuming; she couldn't get enough of it. Just when she thought her body was going to climax again, Orihime stopped. She looked up at Rangiju and met her pleasure filled eyes. The silent question of if she did well made Rangiku want to laugh. With heavy limbs, she opened her arms and said, "Come here."
Orihime slid into her arms, curling against her. Their naked, sweaty bodies were slick, but Rangiku quickly latched her, embracing and holding her close. She kissed her temple, the girl's questioning eyes faded and she smiled knowingly.
"We must do that again," Orihime said after a long pause. Leaning forward, she kissed Rangiku. Rangiku could taste herself on Orihime and suddenly her body wanted more, wanted it again. She pulled back, grinning at the younger girl. "Okay," she whispered before she slid her mouth down on the girl's skin and to her nipple where she took one semi-erect one in her mouth. It hardened instantly as Rangiku sucked.
Rangiku couldn't get enough of Orihime. This was not the end; it was only a sweet, blissful beginning.