June fic
Title: A Little Education
Author’s Name:
unhako_neko
Requester’s Name:
geofount
Pairing or Character: Chizuru x Orihime
Rating: R? Maybe.
Word Count: 1600
Squicks/Spoilers: None.
Author’s Note(s): Un-beta'd and very very late, for which I am very very sorry. RL has been hectic and I'm now temporarily deaf in one ear. BUT ANYWAY. Here's the fic, I do hope it's worth the wait. I really am sorry it's so late.
Chizuru Honsho could not remember the last time she had exchanged words with Ichigo Kurosaki. She doubted he even knew her name, though of course that meant nothing. She doubted the big idiot could name even half of the class.
Chizuru Honsho could not even pretend to know or understand what made Ichigo Kurosaki tick. They operated on different spheres. She had her world, and he had his. But still, Chizuru Honsho had reached the conclusion that she would never, never be able to forgive him.
It was about a girl. Isn’t it always? Orihime Inoue was bright and beautiful and sweet, so much so that Chizuru could never decide which metaphor to describe her with. Was she a flower, fragrant and exquisite? Was she a star, lighting the skies and guiding travellers? Such things Chizuru had pondered whilst gazing at the back of the other girl’s head in class, mentally composing sonnets whilst physically copying down dull algebra from the board. Orihime Inoue was bright and beautiful and sweet, and one day - one day she would be hers.
Then he had changed it all.
Competition was fine, and to be expected for a girl as special as Orihime. For a year, Chizuru had bickered and fought with Tatsuki over her. Tatsuki wanted Orihime as badly as Chizuru did, but she was a dyke in denial. The sooner she came to terms with that, the better. Perhaps then she would deliver less physical damage and focus on getting Orihime for herself. But Chizuru did not mind a little friendly competition, and if she had to, she would allow Tatsuki to win gracefully. She understood that Tatsuki and Orihime were close. It would be a black day for more than half of the school, but if Tatsuki and Orihime were to get together, she would understand.
However, she could not accept an intruder on her turf.
Ichigo Kurosaki had seemingly come from nowhere. Well, that wasn’t quite true. She had known for months that Orihime harboured a secret schoolgirl crush on him, but she had also known that the strawberry was too aloof and stupid to ever notice. Somehow, over the summer, that had changed. Suddenly, Ichigo and Orihime were always together with their new group of friends, talking quietly and looking worried. And she was always looking at him. Looking up at him as though he was some sort of hero, her face full of admiration and her eyes full of what Chizuru could only describe as love.
Competition from other females was fair enough. Ichigo Kurosaki was a latecomer to the game, and possessor of more than a few unfair natural advantages. Chizuru knew that sooner or later, Orihime would be lost. But she would not give up without a fight.
Chizuru tapped her nails idly against the wall. She knew Tatsuki hated the dry drumming noise it made, but Tatsuki was not there. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. It was not yet sunset, but it was heading that way. The sun hung low over the school, dyeing the sky a warm orange. Chizuru realised with a jolt that the summer was over, and wondered vaguely where it had gone.
She was waiting for Orihime.
Orihime emerged a few minutes later, waving giddy goodbyes to the other members of the club. An expression of surprise quickly made way for a smile when she caught sight of Chizuru leaning against the wall opposite the door.
“Hey!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t know you’d be here! Are you waiting for somebody? Everyone’s left now, though… it’s just me…” She looked almost apologetic.
“’Hime…” Chizuru said in a low voice, bringing Orihime closer, “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Oh… OK…” The confused look had returned, but Orihime seemed perfectly happy to be led back into the room she had left seconds earlier.
Chizuru waited for the girl to sit down on a desk before she began the questioning.
“This… Ichigo Kurosaki!” she began, slamming her fist on the teacher’s desk.
Orihime jumped, then collected herself. She nodded.
“Do you have… designs on him?”
Orihime looked blank. “Designs?”
“Yes! Designs! Do you… like him?”
Orihime blushed visibly. “He’s a good friend,” she managed.
“Don’t avoid the question!” Chizuru demanded, rather enjoying playing the part of some sort of psychotic lawyer.
“Y-yes, I do… like him.”
Chizuru stalked closer to the desk Orihime was sitting on. She crossed her arms and looked thoughtfully at the other girl. “And what do you intend to do about that?”
Refusing to meet her eyes, Orihime mumbled, “I don’t know…”
“I’ll tell you exactly what to do!” Chizuru declared. “What you should definitely do is jump on the boy and kiss him!”
Orihime smiled a little. “That’s what Tatsuki says. But I wouldn’t… know…” She suddenly stopped and looked down at the ground again.
“Wouldn’t know? ’Hime, are you saying a beautiful young maiden such as yourself has never been kissed?”
Orihime shook her head wordlessly.
“Do not worry, my ’Hime… I shall teach you!”
Their eyes met.
“Are… do you… are you going to use diagrams and stuff? Because sometimes I can’t understand diagrams because they look funny, like that one that looked like a goat jumping over a fax machine and…”
Chizuru placed a hand on Orihime’s arm. “No need to worry about diagrams. The best way to learn is through practice.” She took off her glasses and smiled.
“But…”
“No need to worry,” Chizuru insisted. She reached up to cup Orihime’s cheek. Orihime was still blushing, but rosy cheeks suited her. She stroked Orihime’s hair gently, aware that this was the first and probably last chance she would have to do this, and wanting to remember every detail. Orihime did not move.
Chizuru had to stand on tiptoes, but the gap between them was slowly shrinking. Chizuru let her hand slide down between the other girl’s shoulders and rest against the small of her back. The silence was smothering and broken only by the sound of their breathing. She thought it might just last forever like this, their lips separated by a few inches of air, and she also thought she might just be happy like that. Then she felt Orihime’s lips and realised how wrong she had been. Her lips were soft, softer than she had expected, and were being inexpertly pressed to her own. Orihime was not bad at this, but would certainly benefit from a little coaching - which Chizuru was more than happy to provide.
They kissed, with murmured advice now and then from Chizuru and little moans from Orihime. Orihime was a fast learner, and soon Chizuru had nothing left to contribute. As Chizuru explored Orihime’s mouth with her tongue, she forgot the supposedly educational nature of the exercise. She let her hand slide round from Orihime’s back to her breasts. She squeezed one experimentally, and instead of protesting, Orihime made a noise close to a squeal and bit Chizuru’s bottom lip gently. Encouragement could hardly be more blatant. Chizuru moaned delightedly, pulling Orihime down off of the desk so that she could grind her hips against the taller girl’s. She had never expected it to go quite this well. She kissed Orihime harder, tongues tangling as lips met with more enthusiasm, drowning in the pleasure of all those nerve endings being put to use at once. Orihime did not seem to care that she was kissing a girl in a classroom after school. If she was feeling the same way, Chizuru could not blame her.
Chizuru squeezed Orihime’s breast again, then slid her hand down to her hip. That curve between the ribs and the hips was what never ceased to fascinate Chizuru. How could anyone even look at men when women had such beautiful bodies? Orihime’s body was new to her, though she had stared at it enough clad in school uniform, gym kit, floral dresses… She suddenly had the intense desire to see Orihime’s body without any disguises, drink it in and enjoy its flaws and its perfections.
“Oh, ’Hime…” she sighed, without giving any thought to how that sentence might end. Her hand slid further to Orihime’s thigh. They were still kissing. At some point they might need to stop to breathe, but not now. Please, not now. Not when her hands were finally up Orihime Inoue’s skirt. She brushed her fingertips against Orihime’s crotch, and the girl shuddered. Her panties were damp. She rubbed the heel of her hand a little harder against her, fascinated by the noises Orihime was making.
“Chi… Chizuru… what was that?” Orihime stumbled away from her. Earnest apologies started to tumble out of Chizuru’s mouth before she could stop herself, but Orihime was not looking at her. Orihime was looking out of the window of the classroom, out into the corridor. “Did you hear that?” she asked.
“No… I… hear what?”
“Somebody at the…” Orihime’s eyes widened. She blushed fiercely and patted down her skirt. For a moment, she had forgotten what they had been doing. The spell had been broken. “I have to go now,” she said.
“’Hime, wait -”
“I have to make dinner. I’m having strawberry ice cream and salmon tonight!”
Chizuru watched Orihime hurry through the door. She looked as flustered as she had ever seen her.
“But Orihime, I could teach you everything!”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Chizuru-chan!”
Chizuru allowed herself a wry smile. She rested her chin on her hands and looked out at the sunset.
Orihime Inoue really was wasted on men.
Author’s Name:
unhako_neko
Requester’s Name:
geofount
Pairing or Character: Chizuru x Orihime
Rating: R? Maybe.
Word Count: 1600
Squicks/Spoilers: None.
Author’s Note(s): Un-beta'd and very very late, for which I am very very sorry. RL has been hectic and I'm now temporarily deaf in one ear. BUT ANYWAY. Here's the fic, I do hope it's worth the wait. I really am sorry it's so late.
Chizuru Honsho could not remember the last time she had exchanged words with Ichigo Kurosaki. She doubted he even knew her name, though of course that meant nothing. She doubted the big idiot could name even half of the class.
Chizuru Honsho could not even pretend to know or understand what made Ichigo Kurosaki tick. They operated on different spheres. She had her world, and he had his. But still, Chizuru Honsho had reached the conclusion that she would never, never be able to forgive him.
It was about a girl. Isn’t it always? Orihime Inoue was bright and beautiful and sweet, so much so that Chizuru could never decide which metaphor to describe her with. Was she a flower, fragrant and exquisite? Was she a star, lighting the skies and guiding travellers? Such things Chizuru had pondered whilst gazing at the back of the other girl’s head in class, mentally composing sonnets whilst physically copying down dull algebra from the board. Orihime Inoue was bright and beautiful and sweet, and one day - one day she would be hers.
Then he had changed it all.
Competition was fine, and to be expected for a girl as special as Orihime. For a year, Chizuru had bickered and fought with Tatsuki over her. Tatsuki wanted Orihime as badly as Chizuru did, but she was a dyke in denial. The sooner she came to terms with that, the better. Perhaps then she would deliver less physical damage and focus on getting Orihime for herself. But Chizuru did not mind a little friendly competition, and if she had to, she would allow Tatsuki to win gracefully. She understood that Tatsuki and Orihime were close. It would be a black day for more than half of the school, but if Tatsuki and Orihime were to get together, she would understand.
However, she could not accept an intruder on her turf.
Ichigo Kurosaki had seemingly come from nowhere. Well, that wasn’t quite true. She had known for months that Orihime harboured a secret schoolgirl crush on him, but she had also known that the strawberry was too aloof and stupid to ever notice. Somehow, over the summer, that had changed. Suddenly, Ichigo and Orihime were always together with their new group of friends, talking quietly and looking worried. And she was always looking at him. Looking up at him as though he was some sort of hero, her face full of admiration and her eyes full of what Chizuru could only describe as love.
Competition from other females was fair enough. Ichigo Kurosaki was a latecomer to the game, and possessor of more than a few unfair natural advantages. Chizuru knew that sooner or later, Orihime would be lost. But she would not give up without a fight.
Chizuru tapped her nails idly against the wall. She knew Tatsuki hated the dry drumming noise it made, but Tatsuki was not there. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. It was not yet sunset, but it was heading that way. The sun hung low over the school, dyeing the sky a warm orange. Chizuru realised with a jolt that the summer was over, and wondered vaguely where it had gone.
She was waiting for Orihime.
Orihime emerged a few minutes later, waving giddy goodbyes to the other members of the club. An expression of surprise quickly made way for a smile when she caught sight of Chizuru leaning against the wall opposite the door.
“Hey!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t know you’d be here! Are you waiting for somebody? Everyone’s left now, though… it’s just me…” She looked almost apologetic.
“’Hime…” Chizuru said in a low voice, bringing Orihime closer, “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Oh… OK…” The confused look had returned, but Orihime seemed perfectly happy to be led back into the room she had left seconds earlier.
Chizuru waited for the girl to sit down on a desk before she began the questioning.
“This… Ichigo Kurosaki!” she began, slamming her fist on the teacher’s desk.
Orihime jumped, then collected herself. She nodded.
“Do you have… designs on him?”
Orihime looked blank. “Designs?”
“Yes! Designs! Do you… like him?”
Orihime blushed visibly. “He’s a good friend,” she managed.
“Don’t avoid the question!” Chizuru demanded, rather enjoying playing the part of some sort of psychotic lawyer.
“Y-yes, I do… like him.”
Chizuru stalked closer to the desk Orihime was sitting on. She crossed her arms and looked thoughtfully at the other girl. “And what do you intend to do about that?”
Refusing to meet her eyes, Orihime mumbled, “I don’t know…”
“I’ll tell you exactly what to do!” Chizuru declared. “What you should definitely do is jump on the boy and kiss him!”
Orihime smiled a little. “That’s what Tatsuki says. But I wouldn’t… know…” She suddenly stopped and looked down at the ground again.
“Wouldn’t know? ’Hime, are you saying a beautiful young maiden such as yourself has never been kissed?”
Orihime shook her head wordlessly.
“Do not worry, my ’Hime… I shall teach you!”
Their eyes met.
“Are… do you… are you going to use diagrams and stuff? Because sometimes I can’t understand diagrams because they look funny, like that one that looked like a goat jumping over a fax machine and…”
Chizuru placed a hand on Orihime’s arm. “No need to worry about diagrams. The best way to learn is through practice.” She took off her glasses and smiled.
“But…”
“No need to worry,” Chizuru insisted. She reached up to cup Orihime’s cheek. Orihime was still blushing, but rosy cheeks suited her. She stroked Orihime’s hair gently, aware that this was the first and probably last chance she would have to do this, and wanting to remember every detail. Orihime did not move.
Chizuru had to stand on tiptoes, but the gap between them was slowly shrinking. Chizuru let her hand slide down between the other girl’s shoulders and rest against the small of her back. The silence was smothering and broken only by the sound of their breathing. She thought it might just last forever like this, their lips separated by a few inches of air, and she also thought she might just be happy like that. Then she felt Orihime’s lips and realised how wrong she had been. Her lips were soft, softer than she had expected, and were being inexpertly pressed to her own. Orihime was not bad at this, but would certainly benefit from a little coaching - which Chizuru was more than happy to provide.
They kissed, with murmured advice now and then from Chizuru and little moans from Orihime. Orihime was a fast learner, and soon Chizuru had nothing left to contribute. As Chizuru explored Orihime’s mouth with her tongue, she forgot the supposedly educational nature of the exercise. She let her hand slide round from Orihime’s back to her breasts. She squeezed one experimentally, and instead of protesting, Orihime made a noise close to a squeal and bit Chizuru’s bottom lip gently. Encouragement could hardly be more blatant. Chizuru moaned delightedly, pulling Orihime down off of the desk so that she could grind her hips against the taller girl’s. She had never expected it to go quite this well. She kissed Orihime harder, tongues tangling as lips met with more enthusiasm, drowning in the pleasure of all those nerve endings being put to use at once. Orihime did not seem to care that she was kissing a girl in a classroom after school. If she was feeling the same way, Chizuru could not blame her.
Chizuru squeezed Orihime’s breast again, then slid her hand down to her hip. That curve between the ribs and the hips was what never ceased to fascinate Chizuru. How could anyone even look at men when women had such beautiful bodies? Orihime’s body was new to her, though she had stared at it enough clad in school uniform, gym kit, floral dresses… She suddenly had the intense desire to see Orihime’s body without any disguises, drink it in and enjoy its flaws and its perfections.
“Oh, ’Hime…” she sighed, without giving any thought to how that sentence might end. Her hand slid further to Orihime’s thigh. They were still kissing. At some point they might need to stop to breathe, but not now. Please, not now. Not when her hands were finally up Orihime Inoue’s skirt. She brushed her fingertips against Orihime’s crotch, and the girl shuddered. Her panties were damp. She rubbed the heel of her hand a little harder against her, fascinated by the noises Orihime was making.
“Chi… Chizuru… what was that?” Orihime stumbled away from her. Earnest apologies started to tumble out of Chizuru’s mouth before she could stop herself, but Orihime was not looking at her. Orihime was looking out of the window of the classroom, out into the corridor. “Did you hear that?” she asked.
“No… I… hear what?”
“Somebody at the…” Orihime’s eyes widened. She blushed fiercely and patted down her skirt. For a moment, she had forgotten what they had been doing. The spell had been broken. “I have to go now,” she said.
“’Hime, wait -”
“I have to make dinner. I’m having strawberry ice cream and salmon tonight!”
Chizuru watched Orihime hurry through the door. She looked as flustered as she had ever seen her.
“But Orihime, I could teach you everything!”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Chizuru-chan!”
Chizuru allowed herself a wry smile. She rested her chin on her hands and looked out at the sunset.
Orihime Inoue really was wasted on men.