Coming Clean
Title: Coming Clean
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Orihime/Tatsuki
Rating: hard R for sexual content
Word Count: ~1700
Notes: Written to fulfill esotaria 's request for bleach_yurithon.
Coming Clean
Tatsuki flopped herself down at Orihime’s table, trying to ignore the various protests her body made at the rough treatment. She ached everywhere. Her brow knitted deeply, she placed her chin in her hands, sighing heavily. “Well,” she said, “that sucked.”
Orihime dropped to her knees beside her friend, her face registering disbelief. She set the gold-colored plastic trophy she held down on the table and gestured at it wildly. “But Tatsuki-chan, you won!”
“Barely.” Tatsuki scowled. “That last guy was better than me.” Indeed, she’d felt like an amateur fighting her final opponent. It had taken all she had to keep blocking him, and her aching body was proof of that. Muscles she’d forgotten she’d had were sore. She’d only managed to find an opening and win the bout because someone watching had snapped a picture, and the flash had dazzled her opponent. “It was just luck.” She wrinkled her nose at the first place trophy. “You can keep that. I don’t want it.”
Orihime gasped, suddenly hugging her friend close, squeezing tightly. “Don’t feel bad. Tatsuki-chan is amazing! Please feel better!”
“Ouch,” said Tatsuki.
Orihime realized her tight hug wasn’t helping and stopped squeezing. “Oh, I’m sorry! Are you really sore all over?” Tatsuki shrugged. Orihime pressed an index finger to her lip, her brows knitting as she thought. “Oh!” she cried suddenly, clapping her hands together. “I know!” She jumped up and dashed into the next room. In a moment, Tatsuki heard the sound of running water and soon steam was rolling out into the hall. Wincing slightly, she stood and went to investigate.
“This is what you need! A nice hot bath to help your sore body.” Orihime beamed, then reached out to grab the hem of Tatsuki’s t-shirt.
“I had a soak after the match,” Tatsuki began, but already her friend was pulling the shirt up over her head.
“This will be better,” Orihime insisted, dumping the shirt in a heap on the floor and dropping to her knees to tug at a sock. Tatsuki gave up, standing first on one foot, then the other, while her friend removed the socks. She unbuttoned her cargo pants quickly, before Orihime decided to she needed help with them next. She stepped out of her pants and underwear, already stiffly reaching back to unfasten her bra. Orihime’s fingers were quicker.
“There!” she announced happily, before leaning over to turn off the spigot. The tub was only half-full, but the steaming water did look very inviting. Orihime offered an arm to her friend, to help her step in. Tatsuki took it--out of politeness, of course; she wasn’t that sore--and lowered herself into the water with a sigh. She leaned back, closing her eyes, and wet her hair, sinking her neck below the water line.
“Thanks, Orihime. This is nice.” Already she felt some of the tension melting out of her body.
There was a soft rustle of falling material. Tatsuki turned her head quickly, a spray of water droplets arcing out from her hair. Orihime’s skirt was pooled at her feet on the floor, and she was stepping out of her panties. Tatsuki raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” she asked, though the answer was pretty obvious.
“I’m getting in too.” Orihime lifted her shirt over her head, her stomach stretched taut above a triangular patch of tight curls, a darker russet than her hair. “Scoot up, Tatsuki-chan.”
Tatsuki laughed, trying to hide the panicked edge to her voice. “There’s no room.”
Orihime paused, her chest jutting out more than usual as she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, glancing at the tub with an appraising eye. “It’ll be tight,” she said finally, shrugging out of her bra, “but that’s okay, right?”
“Orihime...” Tatsuki wasn’t sure how to phrase her protest. Orihime, you can’t get in here with me because I already want you in more ways than “just friends” and this will only make it worse? Right. That wouldn’t be a disaster or anything. She already felt guilty about feeling the way she did towards her friend. Tatsuki suddenly wished the tub was much, much deeper, because wanted to sink into the water and hide. Then Orihime was stepping in behind her, gently nudging her with a knee so she moved up to make room. Tatsuki bent her knees up, hugging her arms around them to make herself as small as possible. She gulped as Orihime’s legs straddled her, trying in vain to crowd forward even more.
“Tatsuki-chan, you don’t have to move up that much.” Orihime laughed, grabbing Tatsuki's shoulders and pulling her back. Tatsuki held her breath as her back came into contact with Orihime’s breasts. The tiny hard buds of her nipples pressed against the bottom of Tatsuki’s shoulder blades, then were lost in the pillow of yielding flesh as Orihime pulled her closer. “There. Isn’t that better?” Orihime’s hands lingered at Tatsuki’s shoulders, her fingers gently kneading. “Your back is so tense!”
“Yeah, well...” Tatsuki trailed off as Orihime’s fingers continued to massage her shoulders. Her fingers were nimble and seemed to know what they were doing. As the knots of tension in Tatsuki’s shoulders melted, the fingers moved lower. Orihime leaned back to give her hands room, her breasts lifting off of her friend’s back. Tatsuki bit her lip as she felt the soft brush of those nipples again.
“Is this good, Tatsuki-chan?” Orihime asked, her fingers working on either side of Tatsuki’s spine.
“Yeah. It’s...really nice.” Her voice was oddly hoarse.
There was a small splash as Orihime must have bounced in delight. “I’m so glad!” she said, leaning closer to Tatsuki again. Tatsuki could feel the tops of her friend’s breasts pressed against her back, and a soft fall of damp, red hair tickled her shoulder. This was torture. Sweet torture, but torture nonetheless. The teeth on her lip clamped down harder.
Orihime began to hum softly as she worked, a lilting and unpredictable tune, surely being made up on the fly. Her hands worked lower, making their way slowly down her back till they were spread like wings just above Tatsuki’s buttocks, the thumbs kneading the base of her spine.
Tatsuki couldn’t help it. She moaned, softly.
Orihime just continued to hum, giving no sign she’d heard or recognized the sound. After a few moment’s work, her fingers paused. “Now you’re getting tense again,” she said. “Relax, Tatsuki-chan.”
“I’m trying. It’s just so...crowded in here, and I think- Orihime!” She shrieked the last in a horrified voice, for her friend had reached around and placed one of her hands between Tatsuki’s thighs.
“It’s all right, isn’t it?” Orihime’s voice was soft and hesitant as one of her fingers moved to softly caress Tatsuki’s thigh, very close to her groin. “I’ll stop if you want me to, but you’re so important to me, and I thought... --Besides, this always helps me relax!” Tatsuki felt her friend turn her head and lean forward against her, as Orihime’s other arm came around from behind to hug her close. She felt like she should say...something. She just didn’t know what. It seemed hard enough just to keep breathing.
Taking her friend’s silence for permission, Orihime moved her hand up, nudging Tatsuki’s thighs apart and swiping a finger experimentally along her cleft. Tatsuki moaned at the touch, and Orihime gave a small smile, growing more confident. She slipped her first two fingers between Tatsuki’s lips, running them along the sensitive skin of her opening, and felt another sort of wetness there, slicker than the bathwater. She dragged her index finger higher, searching, and smiled as she felt the hard nub of Tatsuki’s clit.
Tatsuki inhaled sharply, a gasp of pleasure as Orihime’s fingers proved to be just as nimble as they had been at massage. Her breathing became heavier and more urgent as Orihime continued, rubbing her fingertip against Tatsuki’s clit with just the right amount of pressure, her next two fingers massaging gently at her opening. Tatsuki squeezed her eyes tightly as her orgasm began to build in her, rolling waves of pleasure that were growing stronger and stronger. She moaned again, not bothering to stifle it at all this time, and reached up to her shoulder to clasp her hand around Orihime’s. Then pinpricks of light exploded behind her eyes and she arched her back, her muscles tensing up involuntarily, her breaths coming ragged and quick. She let out a sound, a nonverbal cry of delighted satisfaction, time standing still for a wonderful instant. Then it passed, her body shuddering deliciously with the aftershocks, and Tatsuki finally let herself sink back against the pillow of Orihime’s breasts. She turned her head to look up at her friend, her body now growing languid in the wake of her orgasm.
Orihime smiled down on her, smoothing hair from her friend’s forehead. “More relaxed now?”
Tatsuki laughed. “Yes.”
“I’m glad.” Orihime leaned her head down and kissed Tatsuki’s forehead tenderly.
Tatsuki’s brow furrowed slightly. “Does this mean you-?”
Orihime smiled. “Of course, Tatsuki-chan! You’re my best friend, and you always protect me, and I love you very much.” She paused. “And...you feel the same way, right? Well, except that I don’t usually protect you, but I try my best! And-”
Tatsuki pressed a finger to Orihime’s lips, stilling her babbling, then pulled herself up into a sitting position again and moved so she was sitting at a right angle to her friend. She twisted herself, turning to kiss Orihime deeply on the lips. “Of course I do,” she said, as she finally broke the kiss. Orihime smiled at her dazedly.
“I’m glad,” she repeated, and surged forward again to hug Tatsuki. They stayed like that for a moment, the bathroom silent save for the sounds of small splashes of water licking against the side of the tub. Finally Orihime pulled back, a bit reluctantly. “Maybe we should get out now. The water’s getting cool, and--look! My fingers are all wrinkly, like raisins.” She giggled, waving a hand in front of Tatsuki’s face.
Tatsuki shook her head. “Not quite yet. There’s still one more thing we have to do.” Orihime blinked at her in confusion, and Tatsuki grinned. “Trade places with me.”
“Oh. Oh!”Orihime laughed, aiming a playful splash at her friend before moving forward.
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Orihime/Tatsuki
Rating: hard R for sexual content
Word Count: ~1700
Notes: Written to fulfill esotaria 's request for bleach_yurithon.
Coming Clean
Tatsuki flopped herself down at Orihime’s table, trying to ignore the various protests her body made at the rough treatment. She ached everywhere. Her brow knitted deeply, she placed her chin in her hands, sighing heavily. “Well,” she said, “that sucked.”
Orihime dropped to her knees beside her friend, her face registering disbelief. She set the gold-colored plastic trophy she held down on the table and gestured at it wildly. “But Tatsuki-chan, you won!”
“Barely.” Tatsuki scowled. “That last guy was better than me.” Indeed, she’d felt like an amateur fighting her final opponent. It had taken all she had to keep blocking him, and her aching body was proof of that. Muscles she’d forgotten she’d had were sore. She’d only managed to find an opening and win the bout because someone watching had snapped a picture, and the flash had dazzled her opponent. “It was just luck.” She wrinkled her nose at the first place trophy. “You can keep that. I don’t want it.”
Orihime gasped, suddenly hugging her friend close, squeezing tightly. “Don’t feel bad. Tatsuki-chan is amazing! Please feel better!”
“Ouch,” said Tatsuki.
Orihime realized her tight hug wasn’t helping and stopped squeezing. “Oh, I’m sorry! Are you really sore all over?” Tatsuki shrugged. Orihime pressed an index finger to her lip, her brows knitting as she thought. “Oh!” she cried suddenly, clapping her hands together. “I know!” She jumped up and dashed into the next room. In a moment, Tatsuki heard the sound of running water and soon steam was rolling out into the hall. Wincing slightly, she stood and went to investigate.
“This is what you need! A nice hot bath to help your sore body.” Orihime beamed, then reached out to grab the hem of Tatsuki’s t-shirt.
“I had a soak after the match,” Tatsuki began, but already her friend was pulling the shirt up over her head.
“This will be better,” Orihime insisted, dumping the shirt in a heap on the floor and dropping to her knees to tug at a sock. Tatsuki gave up, standing first on one foot, then the other, while her friend removed the socks. She unbuttoned her cargo pants quickly, before Orihime decided to she needed help with them next. She stepped out of her pants and underwear, already stiffly reaching back to unfasten her bra. Orihime’s fingers were quicker.
“There!” she announced happily, before leaning over to turn off the spigot. The tub was only half-full, but the steaming water did look very inviting. Orihime offered an arm to her friend, to help her step in. Tatsuki took it--out of politeness, of course; she wasn’t that sore--and lowered herself into the water with a sigh. She leaned back, closing her eyes, and wet her hair, sinking her neck below the water line.
“Thanks, Orihime. This is nice.” Already she felt some of the tension melting out of her body.
There was a soft rustle of falling material. Tatsuki turned her head quickly, a spray of water droplets arcing out from her hair. Orihime’s skirt was pooled at her feet on the floor, and she was stepping out of her panties. Tatsuki raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” she asked, though the answer was pretty obvious.
“I’m getting in too.” Orihime lifted her shirt over her head, her stomach stretched taut above a triangular patch of tight curls, a darker russet than her hair. “Scoot up, Tatsuki-chan.”
Tatsuki laughed, trying to hide the panicked edge to her voice. “There’s no room.”
Orihime paused, her chest jutting out more than usual as she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, glancing at the tub with an appraising eye. “It’ll be tight,” she said finally, shrugging out of her bra, “but that’s okay, right?”
“Orihime...” Tatsuki wasn’t sure how to phrase her protest. Orihime, you can’t get in here with me because I already want you in more ways than “just friends” and this will only make it worse? Right. That wouldn’t be a disaster or anything. She already felt guilty about feeling the way she did towards her friend. Tatsuki suddenly wished the tub was much, much deeper, because wanted to sink into the water and hide. Then Orihime was stepping in behind her, gently nudging her with a knee so she moved up to make room. Tatsuki bent her knees up, hugging her arms around them to make herself as small as possible. She gulped as Orihime’s legs straddled her, trying in vain to crowd forward even more.
“Tatsuki-chan, you don’t have to move up that much.” Orihime laughed, grabbing Tatsuki's shoulders and pulling her back. Tatsuki held her breath as her back came into contact with Orihime’s breasts. The tiny hard buds of her nipples pressed against the bottom of Tatsuki’s shoulder blades, then were lost in the pillow of yielding flesh as Orihime pulled her closer. “There. Isn’t that better?” Orihime’s hands lingered at Tatsuki’s shoulders, her fingers gently kneading. “Your back is so tense!”
“Yeah, well...” Tatsuki trailed off as Orihime’s fingers continued to massage her shoulders. Her fingers were nimble and seemed to know what they were doing. As the knots of tension in Tatsuki’s shoulders melted, the fingers moved lower. Orihime leaned back to give her hands room, her breasts lifting off of her friend’s back. Tatsuki bit her lip as she felt the soft brush of those nipples again.
“Is this good, Tatsuki-chan?” Orihime asked, her fingers working on either side of Tatsuki’s spine.
“Yeah. It’s...really nice.” Her voice was oddly hoarse.
There was a small splash as Orihime must have bounced in delight. “I’m so glad!” she said, leaning closer to Tatsuki again. Tatsuki could feel the tops of her friend’s breasts pressed against her back, and a soft fall of damp, red hair tickled her shoulder. This was torture. Sweet torture, but torture nonetheless. The teeth on her lip clamped down harder.
Orihime began to hum softly as she worked, a lilting and unpredictable tune, surely being made up on the fly. Her hands worked lower, making their way slowly down her back till they were spread like wings just above Tatsuki’s buttocks, the thumbs kneading the base of her spine.
Tatsuki couldn’t help it. She moaned, softly.
Orihime just continued to hum, giving no sign she’d heard or recognized the sound. After a few moment’s work, her fingers paused. “Now you’re getting tense again,” she said. “Relax, Tatsuki-chan.”
“I’m trying. It’s just so...crowded in here, and I think- Orihime!” She shrieked the last in a horrified voice, for her friend had reached around and placed one of her hands between Tatsuki’s thighs.
“It’s all right, isn’t it?” Orihime’s voice was soft and hesitant as one of her fingers moved to softly caress Tatsuki’s thigh, very close to her groin. “I’ll stop if you want me to, but you’re so important to me, and I thought... --Besides, this always helps me relax!” Tatsuki felt her friend turn her head and lean forward against her, as Orihime’s other arm came around from behind to hug her close. She felt like she should say...something. She just didn’t know what. It seemed hard enough just to keep breathing.
Taking her friend’s silence for permission, Orihime moved her hand up, nudging Tatsuki’s thighs apart and swiping a finger experimentally along her cleft. Tatsuki moaned at the touch, and Orihime gave a small smile, growing more confident. She slipped her first two fingers between Tatsuki’s lips, running them along the sensitive skin of her opening, and felt another sort of wetness there, slicker than the bathwater. She dragged her index finger higher, searching, and smiled as she felt the hard nub of Tatsuki’s clit.
Tatsuki inhaled sharply, a gasp of pleasure as Orihime’s fingers proved to be just as nimble as they had been at massage. Her breathing became heavier and more urgent as Orihime continued, rubbing her fingertip against Tatsuki’s clit with just the right amount of pressure, her next two fingers massaging gently at her opening. Tatsuki squeezed her eyes tightly as her orgasm began to build in her, rolling waves of pleasure that were growing stronger and stronger. She moaned again, not bothering to stifle it at all this time, and reached up to her shoulder to clasp her hand around Orihime’s. Then pinpricks of light exploded behind her eyes and she arched her back, her muscles tensing up involuntarily, her breaths coming ragged and quick. She let out a sound, a nonverbal cry of delighted satisfaction, time standing still for a wonderful instant. Then it passed, her body shuddering deliciously with the aftershocks, and Tatsuki finally let herself sink back against the pillow of Orihime’s breasts. She turned her head to look up at her friend, her body now growing languid in the wake of her orgasm.
Orihime smiled down on her, smoothing hair from her friend’s forehead. “More relaxed now?”
Tatsuki laughed. “Yes.”
“I’m glad.” Orihime leaned her head down and kissed Tatsuki’s forehead tenderly.
Tatsuki’s brow furrowed slightly. “Does this mean you-?”
Orihime smiled. “Of course, Tatsuki-chan! You’re my best friend, and you always protect me, and I love you very much.” She paused. “And...you feel the same way, right? Well, except that I don’t usually protect you, but I try my best! And-”
Tatsuki pressed a finger to Orihime’s lips, stilling her babbling, then pulled herself up into a sitting position again and moved so she was sitting at a right angle to her friend. She twisted herself, turning to kiss Orihime deeply on the lips. “Of course I do,” she said, as she finally broke the kiss. Orihime smiled at her dazedly.
“I’m glad,” she repeated, and surged forward again to hug Tatsuki. They stayed like that for a moment, the bathroom silent save for the sounds of small splashes of water licking against the side of the tub. Finally Orihime pulled back, a bit reluctantly. “Maybe we should get out now. The water’s getting cool, and--look! My fingers are all wrinkly, like raisins.” She giggled, waving a hand in front of Tatsuki’s face.
Tatsuki shook her head. “Not quite yet. There’s still one more thing we have to do.” Orihime blinked at her in confusion, and Tatsuki grinned. “Trade places with me.”
“Oh. Oh!”Orihime laughed, aiming a playful splash at her friend before moving forward.