Spoiler through 423: Apology Accepted, Part 6 of 6songsparrw1October 20 2010, 20:57:32 UTC
Apology Accepted, Part 6
His heart lurched, and he knew exactly what he was feeling. All at once he felt powerful, invincible, desperate, and vulnerable. He was high, he was flying, and his stomach flipped the way it did when he took his first flash steps; he was transformed. Orihime, watching the changes in his face, stood very still. His signature smirk returned suddenly, and his eyes gleamed with intent. He crushed her to himself. Breathing in deeply the scent of her hair, he sighed, and released her only enough to look fully into her startled face. With a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, he said, “Now, tell me, again, Orihime, exactly why you decided not to kiss me?” he murmured slyly. He couldn’t wait to hear her explanation. He looked at her expectantly, and chuckled as she blushed crimson.
“I didn’t want to kiss you without your permission. It would be wrong to take Kurosaki-kun’s first kiss that way. “ she demurred.
“My first kiss, huh? How do you know that, Orihime?” his eyes seemed to glow from a deep fire.
“Oh, I didn’t know, Kurosaki-kun! Um, I just didn’t think that, you liked anybody that way, ” she said, as she tried to draw away from his scrutiny.
“Orihime, if we’re going to have a conversation like this, about something like kissing, and who I like, don’t you think you should call me Ichigo?” he murmured softly into her hair again.
“Only if Kurosaki-kun thinks it’s alright,” she looked away from his intense gaze, and tried simply to breathe. She thought her heart would explode. He was laughing at her! He wasn’t angry; he didn’t seem sad anymore. He looked happy, and he would not let her out of his arms.
“What was that, Orihime? Say again? Say my name,” he whispered against her cheek. “Ichigo” she breathed.
“Okay, good. Now kiss me, Orihime,” he commanded.
She gulped, and very slowly, grazed his lips with hers. He returned her kiss gently, and then watched her face before kissing her lips again more deliberately. Her gray eyes shone beneath heavy lids. She closed her eyes and sighed against his lips. “Oh Ichigo!” she breathed. I thought I lost you.”
“I’m right here, Orihime, where I want to be, with you” he finished. He kissed her again, and held her tightly, until they both had to stop to breathe.
At last he released her. He grabbed his jacket, stood by the door, and said, “ I have to go now, Orihime. You need to sleep, and we both have a lot of work to get done.” He turned to go, but she caught his wrist. He turned, smirking. “What?" he said.
“Good night, Ichigo. See you tomorrow,” she bounced up on her toes to reach his lips and kissed him quickly. At this, he snagged her around the waist and pressed her to him with a deep chuckle, kissing her again.
“Good night, Orihime,” sleep well. He smiled and disappeared down the steps. She closed the door behind him, and slid to the floor against it.
“Whew!” She hugged her knees and blushed again. “What did we just do?”
Outside, in the cold night air, a young man strode down the street, whistling. Above him on a rooftop, an unseen violet-eyed shinigami smiled tenderly, as a single tear made its way down her face.
His heart lurched, and he knew exactly what he was feeling. All at once he felt powerful, invincible, desperate, and vulnerable. He was high, he was flying, and his stomach flipped the way it did when he took his first flash steps; he was transformed. Orihime, watching the changes in his face, stood very still. His signature smirk returned suddenly, and his eyes gleamed with intent. He crushed her to himself. Breathing in deeply the scent of her hair, he sighed, and released her only enough to look fully into her startled face. With a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, he said, “Now, tell me, again, Orihime, exactly why you decided not to kiss me?” he murmured slyly. He couldn’t wait to hear her explanation. He looked at her expectantly, and chuckled as she blushed crimson.
“I didn’t want to kiss you without your permission. It would be wrong to take Kurosaki-kun’s first kiss that way. “ she demurred.
“My first kiss, huh? How do you know that, Orihime?” his eyes seemed to glow from a deep fire.
“Oh, I didn’t know, Kurosaki-kun! Um, I just didn’t think that, you liked anybody that way, ” she said, as she tried to draw away from his scrutiny.
“Orihime, if we’re going to have a conversation like this, about something like kissing, and who I like, don’t you think you should call me Ichigo?” he murmured softly into her hair again.
“Only if Kurosaki-kun thinks it’s alright,” she looked away from his intense gaze, and tried simply to breathe. She thought her heart would explode. He was laughing at her! He wasn’t angry; he didn’t seem sad anymore. He looked happy, and he would not let her out of his arms.
“What was that, Orihime? Say again? Say my name,” he whispered against her cheek.
“Ichigo” she breathed.
“Okay, good. Now kiss me, Orihime,” he commanded.
She gulped, and very slowly, grazed his lips with hers. He returned her kiss gently, and then watched her face before kissing her lips again more deliberately. Her gray eyes shone beneath heavy lids. She closed her eyes and sighed against his lips. “Oh Ichigo!” she breathed. I thought I lost you.”
“I’m right here, Orihime, where I want to be, with you” he finished. He kissed her again, and held her tightly, until they both had to stop to breathe.
At last he released her. He grabbed his jacket, stood by the door, and said, “ I have to go now, Orihime. You need to sleep, and we both have a lot of work to get done.” He turned to go, but she caught his wrist. He turned, smirking. “What?" he said.
“Good night, Ichigo. See you tomorrow,” she bounced up on her toes to reach his lips and kissed him quickly.
At this, he snagged her around the waist and pressed her to him with a deep chuckle, kissing her again.
“Good night, Orihime,” sleep well. He smiled and disappeared down the steps. She closed the door behind him, and slid to the floor against it.
“Whew!” She hugged her knees and blushed again. “What did we just do?”
Outside, in the cold night air, a young man strode down the street, whistling. Above him on a rooftop, an unseen violet-eyed shinigami smiled tenderly, as a single tear made its way down her face.
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