Bleach - One shot - R
Title: No Comfort for the Lost
Author: parsnip_chan
Fandom(s): Bleach
Character(s): Rangiku/Inoue with a side of Inoue --> Ichigo
Genres: light humor, drama, yuri
Rating & Word Count: 3,262 - R
Written for: prpl_pen
Summary: Inspired by this page, Rangiku and Inoue take comfort in each other's arms for a little while and Inoue makes her silent farewells before leaving for Hueco Mundo.
... And after looking up that page, I realize Inoue's supposed to have her arm in a cast. >.> Whoops.
Note: It's been a while since I've read this series so I may have gotten some of the time line jumbled up in my head. If I did, please let me know and I'll try to fix it >.> Also, this was partially written for nano2007 but finished for nano2008. As such, while the language has been cleaned up, not much else has been revised which could mean ill for the yuri. Also, I tried to limit as many of the food references within the smex as much as I could, but it is Inoue so a few were required. Hopefully, you'll still like this ♥
No Comfort for the Lost
Life went on.
Inoue gasped, her body simultaneously hot and cold as water droplets pattered across her skin. Lips suckled on the smooth flesh of her stomach, and a hand kneaded her breast, making her feel wet in strange places. Inoue clawed at the hardwood floor of her apartment, trying to make sense of why these lips and hands were affecting her in the same way thoughts of Ichigo did. Matsumoto's vibrant melancholy captivated her, even though they had not known each other all that long.
School was still the same although a little rowdier and a lot more friendly and exciting to be a part of.
Thick hair covered her navel as Matsumoto's lips traveled higher while her thin muscular legs pressed between Inoue's, rubbing sinuously up and down her calf. Inoue was bemused and bedazzled, reacting with instinct as a whole new world opened before her. Ichigo had Rukia; they worked well together, belonged together.
Inoue was alone.
Even though Aizen was still running around at large, even though Inoue was still mostly just Inoue, she had many friends. She was happy that Hitsugaya and Rukia and all the others from Soul Society had joined them at school. They made life fun. So why did she feel like crying?
She gasped as those supple lips tugged on her breast, lean fingers plumping it up for the mouth that licked and teased, slurping at the darkened flesh as though she was starving.
“Matsumoto,” Inoue whimpered as her fingers found their way into that magical tawny mane that left wet trails and goose bumps all over her skin.
Inoue glanced at the brown paper sack sitting on her desk; it was lunchtime and she couldn’t summon the will to move. Instead, she watched the retreating backs of her classmates filing through the door, each one fighting to be the first to leave the room. She smiled, a little, when Ikkaku’s staff caught on the door. She could practically see the bonds binding them together into an indivisible group.
Where was her bond?
“Rangiku,” Matsumoto whispered, tugging on Inoue’s nipple with her teeth. An electric bolt of something ran straight to Inoue’s toes, making them curl inwards. Inoue whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut with the tumultuous feelings running through her, pitter pattering up and down her nerves like children at a playground.
“Rangiku,” her new roommate pleaded, slithering up Inoue’s body. Inoue opened her eyes wide as a finger traced the contours of her lips. She had never imagined such a simple movement would make her lips feel swollen and abused, tingling as though she had overdosed on spice.
“Rangiku,” Inoue obediently repeated, mesmerized by Rangiku’s blue eyes tracing her lips, the pink tongue that darted out to lick at hers, and the hooded eyes which told Inoue there was more to the name she murmured then simple intimacy.
“Yo, Inoue!”
Inoue blinked. She had been lost in thought, wondering and remembering. Glancing up, she nearly fell backwards in her seat. “Tatsuki?” she asked, trying to remember what was supposed to be happening now. School wasn’t done for the day…
“Are you going to eat that or are you just going to stare at it?” Tatsuki picked up the brown sack holding Inoue’s lunch and looked inside, nose wrinkling at the smell that immediately flooded her senses.
Inoue blushed and snatched the sack out of Tatsuki’s hands. “Of course I’m going to eat!” Her stomach growled to prove her point.
Tatsuki laughed and grabbed Inoue’s hand. “C’mon then! Everyone’s waiting for you.”
Inoue allowed herself to be led outside, happiness bubbling within her stomach along with the hunger pangs.
“Can I kiss you?”
Inoue squirmed. She was having the most wonderful experience in her life. How was she supposed to answer that?
“I don’t know,” she answered, hissing as the hand that grasped her left breast tightened, making her stomach do miniature flip flops. It was heavenly, this feeling of heat and excitement unfurling within.
“Is this your first time?”
Rangiku was posed above her, waiting for an answer while the rest of her body continued to drive Inoue insane with need. How had this started? Why? Inoue could barely remember anymore. She just knew she had been laughing, and then Rangiku had fallen against her, body soaked from the bath and their heat had mingled, making goose bumps dance along her skin.
Matsumoto was a big hit with the girls; Chizuru had stars in her eyes and nearly jumped the bosoms that were barely restrained by the three buttons Rangiku had managed to do up early that morning. Inoue had already heard bets flying on how long the shirt would last before it ripped or Rangiku was forced to purchase a bigger size. The laughter and easy smiles saddened Inoue even as she laughed with them.
Inoue murmured indistinctly, not wanting to think, only wanting to revel in sensation and the pooling warmth in her stomach. This was almost better then snow in winter. Inoue’s hands clutched at Rangiku’s soap-slicked arm.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want,” Rangiku murmured, gazing at Inoue with honesty and open desperation. She needed her; Inoue could see it reflected in her eyes. It made her want to hold Rangiku tight.
“I don’t know.” Inoue didn’t. She had no experience with what they were doing. She had dreamed of dating and holding hands. She had fantasized about cuddling close to Ichigo. Her dreams had not dared to go further than simply being with her friends.
It would make her want more. This was making her want more, need more, but that was okay. Inoue closed her eyes.
Matsumoto dug into Inoue’s sack, pulling out a bean paste custard pie and bit into it; Dead silence hung around the small circle of friends. “What?” she asked, patting her face with her free hand and looking for betraying crumbs. “It’s good. You should have some.”
Tatusuki and Chizuru exchanged a glance. “Are you sure?” Chizuru asked, glancing meaningfully at the half eaten pastry in Rangiku’s hand.
“Positive. It’s delicious!”
Tatsuki punched Chizuru in the shoulder before she could say more. “If she says it’s good, it’s good. Now stop staring!”
Inoue picked up her rice ball, munching on the sticky rice and seaweed dipped in a sweet sauce. She was only a little disappointed that no one asked to try her food now that she had someone on her side.
Wasn't that how this was supposed to work?
Rangiku didn’t pressure her; she kissed Inoue’s ear instead, licking the skin and running her teeth along its edge. Inoue gasped and wrapped her arms around the vice-captain’s broad shoulders, trying to press her closer, trying to keep her from sending more currents of adrenalin running through her body.
Inoue was almost at her wits ends. She had never felt such deliciousness before. She had only imagined the vague beginnings of desire. Inoue gulped and whispered Rangiku’s name, arching her body closer as Rangiku rubbed against her lower regions, the nested hair sending pricks of stimulus straight to her core.
“More,” Inoue moaned, not quite sure what she wanted even aspainful desire burst from her breasts as they were crushed against Rangiku’s. Inoue’s eyes widened. She could feel twin peaks of hardness digging into the side of her breast and against the inside edge of her arm.
Rangiku needed this as much as she did.
Was Rangiku lonely too?
Her friends were lively, discussing the newest additions to their class and drilling Rangiku for more information. “So just how smart is Hitsugaya? I don’t think he’s answered a single question in class wrong so far. Not even Ishida can claim that much!”
"Although he does come close," one of the girls whispered almost mulishly.
Rangiku laughed, digging into Inoue’s bag for more food and handing half of her find to Inoue. “He’s the smartest person I know. He probably could have graduated into college by now, but he’s stubborn. He refuses to compete with others unless it meets an end.”
Rangiku leaned in closer to the center of their circle, making everyone mimic her position. Inoue had to smile. Hitsugaya was very stubborn, but he had to be with the crew around him. She had often likened the duo as cat and human pet. “I’ve heard that he’s holding himself back because he has a girl he likes and she’s not the brightest girl ever so he doesn't want to scare her off.”
Rangiku winked conspiratorially. “If he graduates from high school, he won’t be able to see her again. There are rumors he'd like to study overseas though.”
All the girls gasped. Inoue thought one or two were disappointed as well.
She tried to imagine Hitsugaya dating any one of them and came up short. He was far to prickly to get near, kind of like the fish that blows up big whenever they're about to get eaten. She licked custard from her fingers.
“So he has a girl already?” Tatsuki asked, smiling. She loved a good romance now and then even if she wasn’t all that interested in it for herself.
"Yes!" Rangiku cried, gesticulating with her hands. "He's been in love with her for years!"
Inoue felt an overwhelming need to hug Hitsugaya, thorns and all. Unrequited love was such a hard thing to bear.
“What do I do?” Inoue asked, opening her legs to allow Rangiku to settle in closer to her body. She no longer wanted to resist this feeling welling up within her.
Rangiku slithered lower down Inoue’s body and smiled mysteriously at the breast resting just beneath her chin. She licked it, lightly. “Just lay there, Inoue. Enjoy yourself.” She licked the breast again, enjoying the moans that Inoue made as her thighs tightened around Rangiku’s waist.
A warm hand, no longer wet from the bath, but slick with perspiration crept between their bodies, slithering down Inoue’s stomach and slipping through Inoue’s dark blond curls. She nearly bit her tongue as a finger rubbed between her legs, smearing the moisture that was gathered there and making fresh moisture flow from her to quench the heat that welled up.
Inoue whimpered again, arching her feet in reflex as Rangiku probed a little deeper, pushing her folds aside to flick at something hidden within them. An explosion sizzled, Inoue’s breath locked in her throat and her breasts seemed to swell instantly even as ripples of need spread deep within her aching muscles. Her stomach tensed as butterflies fluttered. Her legs convulsed as they scrambled for purchase. It was as though every cell within her was scrambling to rearrange themselves, to make room for the feelings coursing through her body and not quite finding a comfortable position as everything became jumbled and confused.
It was turmoil running through her body and Inoue yearned for more. Again, the finger moved sending another mini bomb off deep within her body and causing stars to go off behind her eyes. Inoue squeezed her eyes tight, trying to reorient herself and with a third flick of that finger, Inoue saw him leaning above her, smiling.
“Ichigo,” she whispered, coming with a fanfare of light and darkness, rose colored and spontaneous. She came, whispering another person's name.
Inoue smiled sadly. She too, had been in love for years, but she couldn’t confess anything. Her eyes strayed to Rukia. Inoue wished she could resent the girl, but they were friends. Rukia was there for her, and Inoue wanted to root for her as well. She was good for Ichigo. She did things Inoue couldn’t.
Ichigo did not have a special spot in his heart for Inoue. He wouldn’t go all out, surmounting so much to save Inoue as he had done for Rukia. Inoue knew this, but her heart still ached.
Her vision returned slowly, in no way helped by the slow touch of Rangiku’s hands still stroking her or the nuzzling affection of Rangiku’s nose between her breasts. Inoue almost cried, wishing it was Ichigo and not Rangiku holding and touching her so tenderly.
“Shh,” Rangiku whispered, pulling her hand away to caress Inoue’s face. “It’s okay. We all do that from time to time. It's how we keep ourselves honest.”
Inoue wondered at the tears brimming in Rangiku’s own eyes and wondered what face she saw when she did this to herself. She brought a hand up to Rangiku’s face, wiping the water away from her eyes. “Does it help?”
Rangiku looked taken aback for a second, but her eyes softened, and her face relaxed into a genuine smile. “It does a little, when you know you can’t have them, not anymore.”
Inoue wondered, truly, who it was that had hurt Rangiku so.
“Then let me do the same for you.” Inoue sat up in eagerness. She wanted to return a little of the favor that Rangiku had shown her.
Rangiku reared back with Inoue's movement, coming to sit around her waist. “You don’t have to,” she said. “I can take care of it myself.”
Inoue squirmed underneath her. “But I want to.” She gazed at Rangiku with complete earnestness in her eyes. And then she placed her hand on Rangiku’s body, right in the valley between her breasts.
“What about Renji? I can’t see many girls willing to put up with his attitude.” Inoue glanced up in shock. Tatsuki usually wasn’t one to inquire, and the slight light of challenge in her eyes made Inoue pause.
When was the last time she had a good talk with Tatsuki? When was the last time Tatsuki had visited, bringing over food because she was concerned that Inoue wasn’t eating well? Inoue looked down at what was left of her lunch and smiled guiltily. Her habits might be strange, but she ate what she loved. She had never been a conventional girl.
Inoue looked up again and laughed softly. “Yes, please!” she smiled brightly. “Tell us all about Renji-kun! I can’t believe they’ve let a boy like him into our school with all those tattoos on his face!” Inoue, of course, knew Renji, but Tatsuki didn’t. Out of the corner of her eye, Inoue saw Tatsuki cheeks redden slightly.
Rukia gave Inoue a sideways glance before turning her attention back to Tatsuki. Inoue grinned. It would seem Rukia was on to her. “Renji claims there isn’t anyone although I think he’s had someone in mind for a while now. Unrequited, definitely, but not because he hasn't tried.” She winked. “I’m sure though that someone with enough guts to beat some sense into him would have a chance! Now we just have to find the right girl for him…”
Rukia tapped her finger on the ground as though in deep thought. "I wonder who might be interested…"
Tatsuki threw a rice ball at her.
Rangiku's whimpers were beautiful. Inoue rubbed one breast beneath her palm, coaxing another restrained cry from the shinigami despite the way she bit her lip in an attempt to stop herself. Inoue frowned. She didn't want Rangiku to hurt herself. Inoue leaned over and nuzzled Rangiku's cheek with her own.
Inoue whispered, "It's okay. The apartment is sound proof. I had to fix it up after I moved in because the people downstairs didn't like all the noise I made when I exercised."
Inoue watched with amazement as Rangiku moaned and arched into her hand, her lips parting as though Inoue's words against her ear were magic. She smiled softly and nuzzled Rangiku's cheek again, gently blowing across the delicate edge of her ear and hoping she'd arch up into her again..
It felt sinful, almost as sinful as peeking at Ichigo during class all day long when she was supposed to be paying attention to the teacher.
"Tell me what to do, where you want to be touched."
Inoue was eager to learn.
The school bell rang, and Inoue watched Ichigo walk out of the classroom. He had lost his luster since returning from Soul Society and facing those strange arrancar people. Inoue shivered in her seat, remembering them. She hoped her friends would never had to face them again, although there wasn't much else to be said for it. That's why they were all there: Hitsugaya, Renji, Matsumoto and the others.
What was a girl to do? How much could one girl do if given the opportunity?
She restrained herself from following, knowing Rukia would be enough to bring back him back and keep him there. She always was.
"Hey!" Rangiku said, plopping down in the middle of Inoue's desk. "What do you say we go out for ice cream?"
Inoue smiled, her spirit bouncing back. Ice cream was always her treat of choice when she was feeling particularly down.
Rangiku smiled and covered Inoue's hand with her own, guiding it around her back and to her spine. She shivered as Inoue's fingers tips fondled the raised vertebrae. "I like to be touched here," she whispered, falling unto Inoue's shoulder, purring.
It was Inoue's turn to shiver. Rangiku's lips and teeth were nipping at her collar bone.
Rangiku's other hand guided Inoue's free hand lower to the apex of her hips and thighs. "Touching here is nice too," she murmured against Inoue's flesh.
Inoue blushed, but eagerly followed Rangiku's orders. She ran her hand up and down her spine, and slipped her fingers deep into Rangiku's folds, doing her best to thrust into her friend in their current position.
Rangiku's breath was hot against Inoue's skin.
"Care if I join?" Tatsuki latched onto Inoue's free arm.
Inoue looked from one woman to the other and smiled, tremulously. Where they trying to cheer her up? "Of course, Tatsuki! I'd love to have you come with us." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "You can tell us all about Renji too."
Tatsuki kept her face straight as she lifted Inoue to her feet. "I would think your new roommate would have more to tell you than I would. I just want the ice cream."
Inoue laughed, and tugged Tatsuki into a hug before releasing her and running out the door.
Inoue tumbled backwards unto the floor, bringing Rangiku with her in a tumble of flesh and limbs and laughter. She rolled Rangiku unto her back, getting into the mood once again as she concentrated on listening to Rangiku's cries and the pulsating muscles she could feel clenching around her fingers. She could feel goose bumps all up and down her arms, but Inoue didn't care.
She could almost feel the desire within her reaching up to take her again.
Inoue leaned down and kissed Rangiku's stomach, her thumb moving upwards to touch that magical spot that had set her into flames only minutes before. Her reward was Rangiku coming into her hand.
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Inoue closed the door to her apartment, leaving a sleeping Rangiku inside. She had known her for only a handful of days, and those days were happy ones and full of new things and experiences. She would miss her. She turned to Ulquiorra, and bowed. "I'd like to say goodbye to Ichigo, please. I haven't said goodbye to anyone else."
Ulquiorra nodded and lead the way.
Even at the end, she could think of no one else than Ichigo. She needed to say goodbye. Rangiku had shown her that. It wasn't good for her to hold on to pipe dreams and hope. It only made her want more, and regret not having it at all.
Somehow, she thought Rangiku would understand.
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Author: parsnip_chan
Fandom(s): Bleach
Character(s): Rangiku/Inoue with a side of Inoue --> Ichigo
Genres: light humor, drama, yuri
Rating & Word Count: 3,262 - R
Written for: prpl_pen
Summary: Inspired by this page, Rangiku and Inoue take comfort in each other's arms for a little while and Inoue makes her silent farewells before leaving for Hueco Mundo.
... And after looking up that page, I realize Inoue's supposed to have her arm in a cast. >.> Whoops.
Note: It's been a while since I've read this series so I may have gotten some of the time line jumbled up in my head. If I did, please let me know and I'll try to fix it >.> Also, this was partially written for nano2007 but finished for nano2008. As such, while the language has been cleaned up, not much else has been revised which could mean ill for the yuri. Also, I tried to limit as many of the food references within the smex as much as I could, but it is Inoue so a few were required. Hopefully, you'll still like this ♥
No Comfort for the Lost
Life went on.
Inoue gasped, her body simultaneously hot and cold as water droplets pattered across her skin. Lips suckled on the smooth flesh of her stomach, and a hand kneaded her breast, making her feel wet in strange places. Inoue clawed at the hardwood floor of her apartment, trying to make sense of why these lips and hands were affecting her in the same way thoughts of Ichigo did. Matsumoto's vibrant melancholy captivated her, even though they had not known each other all that long.
School was still the same although a little rowdier and a lot more friendly and exciting to be a part of.
Thick hair covered her navel as Matsumoto's lips traveled higher while her thin muscular legs pressed between Inoue's, rubbing sinuously up and down her calf. Inoue was bemused and bedazzled, reacting with instinct as a whole new world opened before her. Ichigo had Rukia; they worked well together, belonged together.
Inoue was alone.
Even though Aizen was still running around at large, even though Inoue was still mostly just Inoue, she had many friends. She was happy that Hitsugaya and Rukia and all the others from Soul Society had joined them at school. They made life fun. So why did she feel like crying?
She gasped as those supple lips tugged on her breast, lean fingers plumping it up for the mouth that licked and teased, slurping at the darkened flesh as though she was starving.
“Matsumoto,” Inoue whimpered as her fingers found their way into that magical tawny mane that left wet trails and goose bumps all over her skin.
Inoue glanced at the brown paper sack sitting on her desk; it was lunchtime and she couldn’t summon the will to move. Instead, she watched the retreating backs of her classmates filing through the door, each one fighting to be the first to leave the room. She smiled, a little, when Ikkaku’s staff caught on the door. She could practically see the bonds binding them together into an indivisible group.
Where was her bond?
“Rangiku,” Matsumoto whispered, tugging on Inoue’s nipple with her teeth. An electric bolt of something ran straight to Inoue’s toes, making them curl inwards. Inoue whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut with the tumultuous feelings running through her, pitter pattering up and down her nerves like children at a playground.
“Rangiku,” her new roommate pleaded, slithering up Inoue’s body. Inoue opened her eyes wide as a finger traced the contours of her lips. She had never imagined such a simple movement would make her lips feel swollen and abused, tingling as though she had overdosed on spice.
“Rangiku,” Inoue obediently repeated, mesmerized by Rangiku’s blue eyes tracing her lips, the pink tongue that darted out to lick at hers, and the hooded eyes which told Inoue there was more to the name she murmured then simple intimacy.
“Yo, Inoue!”
Inoue blinked. She had been lost in thought, wondering and remembering. Glancing up, she nearly fell backwards in her seat. “Tatsuki?” she asked, trying to remember what was supposed to be happening now. School wasn’t done for the day…
“Are you going to eat that or are you just going to stare at it?” Tatsuki picked up the brown sack holding Inoue’s lunch and looked inside, nose wrinkling at the smell that immediately flooded her senses.
Inoue blushed and snatched the sack out of Tatsuki’s hands. “Of course I’m going to eat!” Her stomach growled to prove her point.
Tatsuki laughed and grabbed Inoue’s hand. “C’mon then! Everyone’s waiting for you.”
Inoue allowed herself to be led outside, happiness bubbling within her stomach along with the hunger pangs.
“Can I kiss you?”
Inoue squirmed. She was having the most wonderful experience in her life. How was she supposed to answer that?
“I don’t know,” she answered, hissing as the hand that grasped her left breast tightened, making her stomach do miniature flip flops. It was heavenly, this feeling of heat and excitement unfurling within.
“Is this your first time?”
Rangiku was posed above her, waiting for an answer while the rest of her body continued to drive Inoue insane with need. How had this started? Why? Inoue could barely remember anymore. She just knew she had been laughing, and then Rangiku had fallen against her, body soaked from the bath and their heat had mingled, making goose bumps dance along her skin.
Matsumoto was a big hit with the girls; Chizuru had stars in her eyes and nearly jumped the bosoms that were barely restrained by the three buttons Rangiku had managed to do up early that morning. Inoue had already heard bets flying on how long the shirt would last before it ripped or Rangiku was forced to purchase a bigger size. The laughter and easy smiles saddened Inoue even as she laughed with them.
Inoue murmured indistinctly, not wanting to think, only wanting to revel in sensation and the pooling warmth in her stomach. This was almost better then snow in winter. Inoue’s hands clutched at Rangiku’s soap-slicked arm.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want,” Rangiku murmured, gazing at Inoue with honesty and open desperation. She needed her; Inoue could see it reflected in her eyes. It made her want to hold Rangiku tight.
“I don’t know.” Inoue didn’t. She had no experience with what they were doing. She had dreamed of dating and holding hands. She had fantasized about cuddling close to Ichigo. Her dreams had not dared to go further than simply being with her friends.
It would make her want more. This was making her want more, need more, but that was okay. Inoue closed her eyes.
Matsumoto dug into Inoue’s sack, pulling out a bean paste custard pie and bit into it; Dead silence hung around the small circle of friends. “What?” she asked, patting her face with her free hand and looking for betraying crumbs. “It’s good. You should have some.”
Tatusuki and Chizuru exchanged a glance. “Are you sure?” Chizuru asked, glancing meaningfully at the half eaten pastry in Rangiku’s hand.
“Positive. It’s delicious!”
Tatsuki punched Chizuru in the shoulder before she could say more. “If she says it’s good, it’s good. Now stop staring!”
Inoue picked up her rice ball, munching on the sticky rice and seaweed dipped in a sweet sauce. She was only a little disappointed that no one asked to try her food now that she had someone on her side.
Wasn't that how this was supposed to work?
Rangiku didn’t pressure her; she kissed Inoue’s ear instead, licking the skin and running her teeth along its edge. Inoue gasped and wrapped her arms around the vice-captain’s broad shoulders, trying to press her closer, trying to keep her from sending more currents of adrenalin running through her body.
Inoue was almost at her wits ends. She had never felt such deliciousness before. She had only imagined the vague beginnings of desire. Inoue gulped and whispered Rangiku’s name, arching her body closer as Rangiku rubbed against her lower regions, the nested hair sending pricks of stimulus straight to her core.
“More,” Inoue moaned, not quite sure what she wanted even aspainful desire burst from her breasts as they were crushed against Rangiku’s. Inoue’s eyes widened. She could feel twin peaks of hardness digging into the side of her breast and against the inside edge of her arm.
Rangiku needed this as much as she did.
Was Rangiku lonely too?
Her friends were lively, discussing the newest additions to their class and drilling Rangiku for more information. “So just how smart is Hitsugaya? I don’t think he’s answered a single question in class wrong so far. Not even Ishida can claim that much!”
"Although he does come close," one of the girls whispered almost mulishly.
Rangiku laughed, digging into Inoue’s bag for more food and handing half of her find to Inoue. “He’s the smartest person I know. He probably could have graduated into college by now, but he’s stubborn. He refuses to compete with others unless it meets an end.”
Rangiku leaned in closer to the center of their circle, making everyone mimic her position. Inoue had to smile. Hitsugaya was very stubborn, but he had to be with the crew around him. She had often likened the duo as cat and human pet. “I’ve heard that he’s holding himself back because he has a girl he likes and she’s not the brightest girl ever so he doesn't want to scare her off.”
Rangiku winked conspiratorially. “If he graduates from high school, he won’t be able to see her again. There are rumors he'd like to study overseas though.”
All the girls gasped. Inoue thought one or two were disappointed as well.
She tried to imagine Hitsugaya dating any one of them and came up short. He was far to prickly to get near, kind of like the fish that blows up big whenever they're about to get eaten. She licked custard from her fingers.
“So he has a girl already?” Tatsuki asked, smiling. She loved a good romance now and then even if she wasn’t all that interested in it for herself.
"Yes!" Rangiku cried, gesticulating with her hands. "He's been in love with her for years!"
Inoue felt an overwhelming need to hug Hitsugaya, thorns and all. Unrequited love was such a hard thing to bear.
“What do I do?” Inoue asked, opening her legs to allow Rangiku to settle in closer to her body. She no longer wanted to resist this feeling welling up within her.
Rangiku slithered lower down Inoue’s body and smiled mysteriously at the breast resting just beneath her chin. She licked it, lightly. “Just lay there, Inoue. Enjoy yourself.” She licked the breast again, enjoying the moans that Inoue made as her thighs tightened around Rangiku’s waist.
A warm hand, no longer wet from the bath, but slick with perspiration crept between their bodies, slithering down Inoue’s stomach and slipping through Inoue’s dark blond curls. She nearly bit her tongue as a finger rubbed between her legs, smearing the moisture that was gathered there and making fresh moisture flow from her to quench the heat that welled up.
Inoue whimpered again, arching her feet in reflex as Rangiku probed a little deeper, pushing her folds aside to flick at something hidden within them. An explosion sizzled, Inoue’s breath locked in her throat and her breasts seemed to swell instantly even as ripples of need spread deep within her aching muscles. Her stomach tensed as butterflies fluttered. Her legs convulsed as they scrambled for purchase. It was as though every cell within her was scrambling to rearrange themselves, to make room for the feelings coursing through her body and not quite finding a comfortable position as everything became jumbled and confused.
It was turmoil running through her body and Inoue yearned for more. Again, the finger moved sending another mini bomb off deep within her body and causing stars to go off behind her eyes. Inoue squeezed her eyes tight, trying to reorient herself and with a third flick of that finger, Inoue saw him leaning above her, smiling.
“Ichigo,” she whispered, coming with a fanfare of light and darkness, rose colored and spontaneous. She came, whispering another person's name.
Inoue smiled sadly. She too, had been in love for years, but she couldn’t confess anything. Her eyes strayed to Rukia. Inoue wished she could resent the girl, but they were friends. Rukia was there for her, and Inoue wanted to root for her as well. She was good for Ichigo. She did things Inoue couldn’t.
Ichigo did not have a special spot in his heart for Inoue. He wouldn’t go all out, surmounting so much to save Inoue as he had done for Rukia. Inoue knew this, but her heart still ached.
Her vision returned slowly, in no way helped by the slow touch of Rangiku’s hands still stroking her or the nuzzling affection of Rangiku’s nose between her breasts. Inoue almost cried, wishing it was Ichigo and not Rangiku holding and touching her so tenderly.
“Shh,” Rangiku whispered, pulling her hand away to caress Inoue’s face. “It’s okay. We all do that from time to time. It's how we keep ourselves honest.”
Inoue wondered at the tears brimming in Rangiku’s own eyes and wondered what face she saw when she did this to herself. She brought a hand up to Rangiku’s face, wiping the water away from her eyes. “Does it help?”
Rangiku looked taken aback for a second, but her eyes softened, and her face relaxed into a genuine smile. “It does a little, when you know you can’t have them, not anymore.”
Inoue wondered, truly, who it was that had hurt Rangiku so.
“Then let me do the same for you.” Inoue sat up in eagerness. She wanted to return a little of the favor that Rangiku had shown her.
Rangiku reared back with Inoue's movement, coming to sit around her waist. “You don’t have to,” she said. “I can take care of it myself.”
Inoue squirmed underneath her. “But I want to.” She gazed at Rangiku with complete earnestness in her eyes. And then she placed her hand on Rangiku’s body, right in the valley between her breasts.
“What about Renji? I can’t see many girls willing to put up with his attitude.” Inoue glanced up in shock. Tatsuki usually wasn’t one to inquire, and the slight light of challenge in her eyes made Inoue pause.
When was the last time she had a good talk with Tatsuki? When was the last time Tatsuki had visited, bringing over food because she was concerned that Inoue wasn’t eating well? Inoue looked down at what was left of her lunch and smiled guiltily. Her habits might be strange, but she ate what she loved. She had never been a conventional girl.
Inoue looked up again and laughed softly. “Yes, please!” she smiled brightly. “Tell us all about Renji-kun! I can’t believe they’ve let a boy like him into our school with all those tattoos on his face!” Inoue, of course, knew Renji, but Tatsuki didn’t. Out of the corner of her eye, Inoue saw Tatsuki cheeks redden slightly.
Rukia gave Inoue a sideways glance before turning her attention back to Tatsuki. Inoue grinned. It would seem Rukia was on to her. “Renji claims there isn’t anyone although I think he’s had someone in mind for a while now. Unrequited, definitely, but not because he hasn't tried.” She winked. “I’m sure though that someone with enough guts to beat some sense into him would have a chance! Now we just have to find the right girl for him…”
Rukia tapped her finger on the ground as though in deep thought. "I wonder who might be interested…"
Tatsuki threw a rice ball at her.
Rangiku's whimpers were beautiful. Inoue rubbed one breast beneath her palm, coaxing another restrained cry from the shinigami despite the way she bit her lip in an attempt to stop herself. Inoue frowned. She didn't want Rangiku to hurt herself. Inoue leaned over and nuzzled Rangiku's cheek with her own.
Inoue whispered, "It's okay. The apartment is sound proof. I had to fix it up after I moved in because the people downstairs didn't like all the noise I made when I exercised."
Inoue watched with amazement as Rangiku moaned and arched into her hand, her lips parting as though Inoue's words against her ear were magic. She smiled softly and nuzzled Rangiku's cheek again, gently blowing across the delicate edge of her ear and hoping she'd arch up into her again..
It felt sinful, almost as sinful as peeking at Ichigo during class all day long when she was supposed to be paying attention to the teacher.
"Tell me what to do, where you want to be touched."
Inoue was eager to learn.
The school bell rang, and Inoue watched Ichigo walk out of the classroom. He had lost his luster since returning from Soul Society and facing those strange arrancar people. Inoue shivered in her seat, remembering them. She hoped her friends would never had to face them again, although there wasn't much else to be said for it. That's why they were all there: Hitsugaya, Renji, Matsumoto and the others.
What was a girl to do? How much could one girl do if given the opportunity?
She restrained herself from following, knowing Rukia would be enough to bring back him back and keep him there. She always was.
"Hey!" Rangiku said, plopping down in the middle of Inoue's desk. "What do you say we go out for ice cream?"
Inoue smiled, her spirit bouncing back. Ice cream was always her treat of choice when she was feeling particularly down.
Rangiku smiled and covered Inoue's hand with her own, guiding it around her back and to her spine. She shivered as Inoue's fingers tips fondled the raised vertebrae. "I like to be touched here," she whispered, falling unto Inoue's shoulder, purring.
It was Inoue's turn to shiver. Rangiku's lips and teeth were nipping at her collar bone.
Rangiku's other hand guided Inoue's free hand lower to the apex of her hips and thighs. "Touching here is nice too," she murmured against Inoue's flesh.
Inoue blushed, but eagerly followed Rangiku's orders. She ran her hand up and down her spine, and slipped her fingers deep into Rangiku's folds, doing her best to thrust into her friend in their current position.
Rangiku's breath was hot against Inoue's skin.
"Care if I join?" Tatsuki latched onto Inoue's free arm.
Inoue looked from one woman to the other and smiled, tremulously. Where they trying to cheer her up? "Of course, Tatsuki! I'd love to have you come with us." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "You can tell us all about Renji too."
Tatsuki kept her face straight as she lifted Inoue to her feet. "I would think your new roommate would have more to tell you than I would. I just want the ice cream."
Inoue laughed, and tugged Tatsuki into a hug before releasing her and running out the door.
Inoue tumbled backwards unto the floor, bringing Rangiku with her in a tumble of flesh and limbs and laughter. She rolled Rangiku unto her back, getting into the mood once again as she concentrated on listening to Rangiku's cries and the pulsating muscles she could feel clenching around her fingers. She could feel goose bumps all up and down her arms, but Inoue didn't care.
She could almost feel the desire within her reaching up to take her again.
Inoue leaned down and kissed Rangiku's stomach, her thumb moving upwards to touch that magical spot that had set her into flames only minutes before. Her reward was Rangiku coming into her hand.
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Inoue closed the door to her apartment, leaving a sleeping Rangiku inside. She had known her for only a handful of days, and those days were happy ones and full of new things and experiences. She would miss her. She turned to Ulquiorra, and bowed. "I'd like to say goodbye to Ichigo, please. I haven't said goodbye to anyone else."
Ulquiorra nodded and lead the way.
Even at the end, she could think of no one else than Ichigo. She needed to say goodbye. Rangiku had shown her that. It wasn't good for her to hold on to pipe dreams and hope. It only made her want more, and regret not having it at all.
Somehow, she thought Rangiku would understand.
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