Forgotten Hero 2- No Longer Left Behind 5b IchigoxSenna Vigniette rated NC17 for Nerdowl
Title: Forgotten Hero 2- No Longer Left Behind 5b IchigoxSenna Vigniette rated NC17
Chapter: 5b (continuation of 5a Forgotten Hero)
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: IchigoxSenna
Rating: NC17
Warning: Male/Female sexual situations, lemon
Word count: 3114
Spoilers: Memories of Nobody, Missing Shinigami Arc
A/N: Written for nerdowl. Hope this is a good distraction for you.
Summary: Ichigo takes a breather with a once forgotten but now familiar face and a step further along in their relationship.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. I make no money writing this fanfiction. Ichigo and Senna in this are presumed to be 18 and old enough to be of consent in the state of CA for the purposes of this fiction.
Sitting cross-legged with an enthusiastic girl wriggling on his lap, Ichigo wasn't sure to feel blessed or cursed. All desires indicated that he would be a fool to turn her down, yet his own reservations about what was proper and improper held him back as before. Something about seeing a woman taking off her clothes was scandalous and made him extremely shy. Being a virgin did not help either. Even with experience Ichigo felt there were some things that someone should just relegate to the bedroom in privacy.
Society frowned upon public displays of affection. Holding hands was socially acceptable, but wearing clothes at inappropriate times was considered scandalous. To Ichigo, a woman throwing herself at him or showing herself undressed without warning him first was shocking. If he wanted to see women without their clothes he'd prefer to see it in a picture or do the undressing himself. It just didn't seem like the way things were done. Not unless he wanted to do the seeing. It was more fear out of being labeled a pervert and behaving inappropriately. Plus his father's weird ideas about what a boy should be doing shocked him too.
So now with a willing recipient he still felt unsure. As Senna continued to squirm Ichigo then murmured, "Let's slow down a little ok? There's no huge rush. I want... I want..."
"Don't you want this with me Ichigo?” she asked with wide amber eyes looking lost. Secretly he felt thrilled yet at the same time nonplussed about her reasons for being here. Something about the whole scenario didn't ring true. Nevertheless he could not deny the twitching in neither his pants nor the heaving breasts pushing against him.
"I... I want to take my time," Ichigo murmured as he caressed her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I should have thought of that. You’re so shy," Senna observed as she caressed his cheek. "But I was just so eager to see you again, and when you remembered me I couldn’t help myself."
"It's okay, don't worry about it," the orange haired teen reassured her, so Senna hung back her enthusiasm for a change and then took a deep breath. Instead, she rested at her sides and focused right on her partner’s flushed face, enjoying the sensation of his touch on her cheeks.
"That tickles," Senna giggled.
"See, there's something about taking your time that's better ok? Just give it a chance... to get used to this, Senna," Ichigo said.
To one side she cocked her head. "So you haven't done this before have you?"
"Well have you?" asked Ichigo, amused by her blush.
Glancing down for a moment Senna confessed in a low voice, "Well... no, but I've read books about it."
Taking his time Ichigo ran his hands over her neck, and then traced them back up to her hair to reach for the ribbon. He whispered, "May I?"
Goosepimples rising over her flesh Senna murmured, "S... sure..."
Something in the way Ichigo stared pinned her to the spot and compelled her to take her time. Intense topaz solidified inside of amber stopped her altogether. Arching his neck he pressed his lips to Senna's timidly at first. Her breath hitched in her throat at the movement of his lips taking Senna’s to lightly dance over them. Just a whisper of a kiss blossomed into a full lip press. Their mouths opened at the same time to hot pulsing breath.
Senna's chest buzzed with desire which could not be sated except to open her mouth more and swallow more of his breath. His tongue slipped against hers at that second sending a jolt over her whole trembling body. Ichigo's fingers tangled in her soft purple hair. Musk wafted into her nostrils from the man on whose lap she sat. Her whole body relaxed and sagged like a doll in his arms.
It wasn't till then he had noticed how tense she had been. Perhaps afraid of rejection? To reassure her Ichigo slid his fingers into her soft purple hair, smelling leaves and autumn spice clinging to her body. The desire for recognition ached within Ichigo to such an extent that the wriggling body rocking over his desire pushed him to deepen his kiss.
"Ichigo..." she trailed off through heavy pants when breaking for breath. Her amber eyes gleamed brightly into his.
At that point Ichigo moved her off his lap immediately apologizing, "I don't want to stop, and I just think we should go someplace more comfortable then a hard floor."
Senna leapt up from his lap excitedly before she kicked at the futon folded against the wall. It opened up more neatly with help from Ichigo actually unfolding it.
"I... Ichigo..." she panted after his hands slid along the curve of her cheek.
"Senna," he muttered carefully lifting her up. "Now you see why it's good to slow down?"
She nodded. "Uh huh."
Smiling at Senna he carried her reverently over to the futon where he set her down on the center of it. Next to her he positioned himself still holding that same expression in his eyes she could not tear herself away from. He took hold of her hand and guided it to his shirt as if giving her consent. “Just tell me to stop if you don’t want to go any further.”
“Why are you making it seem like I don’t want this?” she asked biting her lip.
“Well I… I…” he mumbled. “Don’t want to take this lightly.”
“Do you think I do?” Senna breathed. “How long I’ve wanted you?”
At this Ichigo froze in place seeing her desire in those light amber eyes. He then knew that he wanted to treasure her and make her his, and let her brand him as well. “No matter how fast or slow, we need to be careful with our feelings.”
“Why?”
“Because they can get hurt as easily if not more than physical injuries,” he said with a serious look in his eyes.
“Ichigo you’re not making sense,” she murmured as she reached to unbutton his shirt. He then reached across to hers once she had started on his. Reaching over he slid her jacket down off her arms and she tossed it to the side.
Next she finished unbuttoning Ichigo’s shirt and slid it off his arms leaving him in the sleeveless shirt underneath. Her hands ran over the hardened muscles beneath at the same time he raised his ever so tentatively to her chest. Senna tossed her head back and grabbed his hand to touch her breast which Ichigo did with a tentative poke. Unsure if he was allowed to touch. He then poked once more before curling his hand around it. Senna giggled at his reserve noticing the sweat in his face. Feeling the slight give and squeezablility of the surface of the breast.
He raised his other hand to squeeze the other breast noting Senna’s different facial expressions depending on how he touched. A light tickle over where the nipple must be produced a giggle, while a slow squeeze made her gasp.
“Does that hurt?” Ichigo asked.
“I’ll let you know when it does. But right now it feels amazing,” she moaned.
“Good,” the orange haired teen replied, still bright pink over his whole face, far darker in the red hue then the blush over Senna’s cheeks. Her leg lifted and rested across his lap. Ichigo leaned forward and undid the next buttons on her shirt to reveal a white lace bra with a bow on the front.
“That… that’s beautiful…” Ichigo managed to breathe. Senna nodded and Ichigo continued to unbutton the blouse to bare her chest. He lifted his arms to cross them so she could pull his shirt up and over his head.
“Hm,” purred the violet haired girl stroking his chest. “You are so well defined.”
“Thanks,” Ichigo chuckled nervously, reaching down and around her back to embrace her tightly. She rubbed his strong back muscles unable to resist touching the orange haired young man.
“Mmm what?” she asked quietly.
“Never mind,” she murmured in to his ear. Ichigo felt her climbing onto his lap but did not protest this time. Her bottom sat in the triangle of his legs comfortably with its weight when he crossed them. She reached out to cup his face and kiss it with one hand so she didn’t have to let go of Ichigo’s body.
“Ichigo…” she whispered through kisses. Her weight shifted again on his lap making him gasp.
Through her lips his breath hitched heaving her chest up and down. Ichigo reached around to help her unfasten the bra. Once it fell away Ichigo’s eyes widened accompanying his dropping jaw. While not the dimension of Matsumoto’s or Inoue's they were still a nice shape for him to grasp and tease. Again and again she rocked down on Ichigo’s lump in his pants.
“Ahhh… oooh…” he groaned. “Senna… that feels good.”
“You bet it does,” she murmured as she wrapped her legs around his waist and positioned herself just right. Before long neither of them could stand the clothes that seemed too tight or got in their way. She tugged at his belt the same time his hand snaked down the small of her back.
“Zipper’s in the side,” she whispered.
“Oh yeah… right,” the orange haired teen said reaching for the metal tab. He began to jerk it down. Her hands were shaking so much he had to help her undo his belt and the fastenings of his pants. She stood up to step out of her skirt as he sat back braced against the wall before she bent to help him peel them off by grabbing them by the bottom cuffs. Otherwise he would have flown backwards from the force of her tugging and pulling. For a moment his legs stuck to the insides of the tight jeans.
His head thumped against the wall. “Ouch!”
“Ooops sorry,” Senna apologized. “You should keep your voice down. The guy next door is really cranky.”
“Yeah, give me a break okay?” Ichigo grumbled wrinkling his forehead in a frown that she considered cute. Bending down she reached over, poked at the tent in his underpants, and then watched his frustrated gulp.
“Once I take off your clothes you get all shy on me again? What IS it with you? Do you want this or not?” Senna asked, frowning.
“I’m not USED to this!” Ichigo suddenly snapped at her.
“Don’t bite my head off, I was just pointing something out,” Senna snorted, head turned to the side.
“I don’t want to spoil the mood,” Ichigo admitted from under the hair hiding his eyes.
“Why are you so shy? I mean its fine for you to look at me right? And what’s wrong with me looking at you?” Senna wondered.
“I’m scared okay!” Ichigo blurted out, grasping her hand. “Scared you’ll disappear on me again! That I can’t protect you! Even though I swore to!”
“Oh Ichigo,” she sighed, hearing the plaintive note in his voice. She angled his head up by tilting his chin so they could look each other in the eye again. Her hand wandering over his bulge cancelled any thoughts or doubts.
“Uhhh…” Ichigo groaned. “I’m not going to be able to hold out if you keep that up.”
“That’s the idea silly,” Senna whispered, pulling his hand to her body. Ichigo stared at her once more with those incredible eyes the instant before he flipped her over and pinned her down. He swallowed hard, determined to take some control in his life that had spiraled out of it.
Senna parted her knees as if guessing what would happen next. Ichigo bent down to kiss her using instinct to guide him not to mention the movies he’d seen and the doujinshi he’d read from his buddies. Breath taken away Senna enjoyed the feel of his hands moving over her bare skin. Underwear was quickly shed so no barriers existed between them. Only Ichigo nervously covering her in kisses along the inner surface of one thigh he lifted.
“Ichigo… I’m going nuts here,” Senna yelped almost kicking him in the face.
“Sensitive there huh?” he laughed, blowing across the heated place between her legs. Her soft yelps and writhing only hardened him more. The way she stared at his body made him both proud and shy simultaneously with a difference. He was in control it wasn’t forced upon him.
Her fingers wandered down, but Ichigo’s slid in first. Both thrust harshly in at first but he watched her facial expressions so he got an idea of what he should do. “Too hard…” she hissed.
“How about that?” he asked, and she nodded at what she liked.
More soft kisses on her breasts and neck followed. She sat up for a moment to prod his length again. He turned away but she cried out, “Ichigo don’t you…”
“Wait a second… I need something,” Ichigo reassured her grabbing for something in his pants pocket. He never thought he’d be thankful to his crazy father, but having it ingrained in his head to be careful Ichigo pulled out the package of foil wrapped condoms.
“Don’t ask… I just want to use this ok?” Ichigo said. Senna glanced down as he fumbled with the packet and tried to put it on.
Senna giggled. “Oooh, can I help?”
“Fine,” he mumbled. Ichigo fought the urge to feel further mortified but turned around at her willing smile. Senna unrolled the thing and they tried to get it on him just right. On the knife’s edge of control he grasped her thighs carefully with his shaking hands. Senna wriggled back bracing her hips up on her hands just like she had seen in the books she’d read. Neither was ignorant of the act, but both were equally awkward at this fast progression.
As Ichigo’s tip slowly pushed into her entrance Senna gritted her teeth stifling a cry of pain. Ichigo wriggled at the resistance and intense pleasure of sinking into a tight encasement that breathed and lived just as he did. “Oh Senna…”
The orange haired teen admitted that being in such a position on the bed was not a situation he was always in, though it'd be a fantasy for most boys. Now he realized the reason it was so desired.
“I’m okay… it just stings,” she reassured him, her legs lifted onto his hips. “I think if you stay like that it’ll be easier.”
“Just give me a minute ok?” Ichigo whispered. “I know this is hurting you more then you’re telling me.”
Senna nodded through her tears but loved how he hugged her tightly to him, catching his breath. She couldn’t help moving and hearing his low groans. A fast frenzied series of pushing and grunts as she clung to him and then he shivered from head to toe. Into her neck she felt his face press, and whispered, “Ichigo?”
Inside she felt sore, stretched, but happy at the sounds he made. Ichigo’s hand reached up and he bent down to her, panting. He fought back tears and muttered; “Now it’s your turn.”
His finger slipped along the place they were joined. He already saw her pinching at her own breasts so he suckled and licked, using her hip rocking as a guide to just what she desired. Soon under him she screamed and shook. Ichigo moved out of her, and then disposed of what he’d used. He soon came back to see her lying on her side with a smile. Then he lay next to her, having replaced the protection and lifted her leg.
“Let’s try this again,” Ichigo panted desire in his eyes.
**
Ichigo lay on his back with his arms wrapped around her. Senna snuggled into his shoulder perfectly, violet hair tickling his nose. The blanket draped over them both. Watching the spinning blades of Senna’s ceiling fan was hypnotic and calming along with the sound of her heartbeat and his.
He bent down to kiss her, and she gave him an uneasy but satisfied smile. Pushing aside locks of sweaty hair he whispered, “You all right Senna?”
“I’m fine, Ichigo,” she admitted truthfully. “You?”
“Freaking fantastic,” Ichigo chuckled, with a smirk on his face he was sure would be there for a while. “Thinking my old man isn’t so crazy after all.”
“Your father is a bit silly but I think he’s funny,” said Senna with a giggle.
For a time they simply relaxed in each other’s arms. Before Ichigo frowned. He turned to her and grumbled, “Why did you show up out of nowhere, Senna? There’s something that doesn’t add up here. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see you but now that it’s sunk in I just… well…”
“Talk about killing the mood you big meanie,” Senna grumbled, poking at his chest.
“Stop that… ahhh!!!” Ichigo griped. He threw off the covers, hunting for his wallet and his watch. Fortunately he found both sitting on the nearby floor.
Her dainty hand caught hold of his arm before he could get out of the bed. “Can’t you just relax and enjoy? Enjoy that we’re together again? I’m not going anywhere Ichigo. I don’t have all the answers either. I tried to answer those questions last night.”
The orange haired teen gently took hold of her hand and shrugged it off. By now he had climbed out of bed midway between pulling his boxers up not to mention reaching for his jeans, then mumbled, “I know that before you’re telling me that you’re here as a substitute shinigami? What am I supposed to believe? Now that I think about it, it doesn’t add up.”
“You didn’t have a problem with it before we were… doing this. Why are you so worried about details when that never bothered you before?” she countered, wrapping a sheet around her. Across her face almost landed her shirt that Ichigo had tossed towards the purple haired girl.
“Better put this on. It’s kind of cold,” the orange haired teen muttered, zipping his jeans up as he stood up in search of the bathroom with his back facing her.
She couldn’t help admire the strong muscles flexing from his stretching even though he seemed sullen. Too soon he walked through the door closing off her view of his jean clad body. Quickly she knocked on the door calling, “Ichigo please… what’s wrong?”
“We’ll talk when we both get cleaned up and dressed over a cup of coffee ok?” Ichigo called through the door. “Just give me a few minutes to get my head together.”
Chapter: 5b (continuation of 5a Forgotten Hero)
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: IchigoxSenna
Rating: NC17
Warning: Male/Female sexual situations, lemon
Word count: 3114
Spoilers: Memories of Nobody, Missing Shinigami Arc
A/N: Written for nerdowl. Hope this is a good distraction for you.
Summary: Ichigo takes a breather with a once forgotten but now familiar face and a step further along in their relationship.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. I make no money writing this fanfiction. Ichigo and Senna in this are presumed to be 18 and old enough to be of consent in the state of CA for the purposes of this fiction.
Sitting cross-legged with an enthusiastic girl wriggling on his lap, Ichigo wasn't sure to feel blessed or cursed. All desires indicated that he would be a fool to turn her down, yet his own reservations about what was proper and improper held him back as before. Something about seeing a woman taking off her clothes was scandalous and made him extremely shy. Being a virgin did not help either. Even with experience Ichigo felt there were some things that someone should just relegate to the bedroom in privacy.
Society frowned upon public displays of affection. Holding hands was socially acceptable, but wearing clothes at inappropriate times was considered scandalous. To Ichigo, a woman throwing herself at him or showing herself undressed without warning him first was shocking. If he wanted to see women without their clothes he'd prefer to see it in a picture or do the undressing himself. It just didn't seem like the way things were done. Not unless he wanted to do the seeing. It was more fear out of being labeled a pervert and behaving inappropriately. Plus his father's weird ideas about what a boy should be doing shocked him too.
So now with a willing recipient he still felt unsure. As Senna continued to squirm Ichigo then murmured, "Let's slow down a little ok? There's no huge rush. I want... I want..."
"Don't you want this with me Ichigo?” she asked with wide amber eyes looking lost. Secretly he felt thrilled yet at the same time nonplussed about her reasons for being here. Something about the whole scenario didn't ring true. Nevertheless he could not deny the twitching in neither his pants nor the heaving breasts pushing against him.
"I... I want to take my time," Ichigo murmured as he caressed her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I should have thought of that. You’re so shy," Senna observed as she caressed his cheek. "But I was just so eager to see you again, and when you remembered me I couldn’t help myself."
"It's okay, don't worry about it," the orange haired teen reassured her, so Senna hung back her enthusiasm for a change and then took a deep breath. Instead, she rested at her sides and focused right on her partner’s flushed face, enjoying the sensation of his touch on her cheeks.
"That tickles," Senna giggled.
"See, there's something about taking your time that's better ok? Just give it a chance... to get used to this, Senna," Ichigo said.
To one side she cocked her head. "So you haven't done this before have you?"
"Well have you?" asked Ichigo, amused by her blush.
Glancing down for a moment Senna confessed in a low voice, "Well... no, but I've read books about it."
Taking his time Ichigo ran his hands over her neck, and then traced them back up to her hair to reach for the ribbon. He whispered, "May I?"
Goosepimples rising over her flesh Senna murmured, "S... sure..."
Something in the way Ichigo stared pinned her to the spot and compelled her to take her time. Intense topaz solidified inside of amber stopped her altogether. Arching his neck he pressed his lips to Senna's timidly at first. Her breath hitched in her throat at the movement of his lips taking Senna’s to lightly dance over them. Just a whisper of a kiss blossomed into a full lip press. Their mouths opened at the same time to hot pulsing breath.
Senna's chest buzzed with desire which could not be sated except to open her mouth more and swallow more of his breath. His tongue slipped against hers at that second sending a jolt over her whole trembling body. Ichigo's fingers tangled in her soft purple hair. Musk wafted into her nostrils from the man on whose lap she sat. Her whole body relaxed and sagged like a doll in his arms.
It wasn't till then he had noticed how tense she had been. Perhaps afraid of rejection? To reassure her Ichigo slid his fingers into her soft purple hair, smelling leaves and autumn spice clinging to her body. The desire for recognition ached within Ichigo to such an extent that the wriggling body rocking over his desire pushed him to deepen his kiss.
"Ichigo..." she trailed off through heavy pants when breaking for breath. Her amber eyes gleamed brightly into his.
At that point Ichigo moved her off his lap immediately apologizing, "I don't want to stop, and I just think we should go someplace more comfortable then a hard floor."
Senna leapt up from his lap excitedly before she kicked at the futon folded against the wall. It opened up more neatly with help from Ichigo actually unfolding it.
"I... Ichigo..." she panted after his hands slid along the curve of her cheek.
"Senna," he muttered carefully lifting her up. "Now you see why it's good to slow down?"
She nodded. "Uh huh."
Smiling at Senna he carried her reverently over to the futon where he set her down on the center of it. Next to her he positioned himself still holding that same expression in his eyes she could not tear herself away from. He took hold of her hand and guided it to his shirt as if giving her consent. “Just tell me to stop if you don’t want to go any further.”
“Why are you making it seem like I don’t want this?” she asked biting her lip.
“Well I… I…” he mumbled. “Don’t want to take this lightly.”
“Do you think I do?” Senna breathed. “How long I’ve wanted you?”
At this Ichigo froze in place seeing her desire in those light amber eyes. He then knew that he wanted to treasure her and make her his, and let her brand him as well. “No matter how fast or slow, we need to be careful with our feelings.”
“Why?”
“Because they can get hurt as easily if not more than physical injuries,” he said with a serious look in his eyes.
“Ichigo you’re not making sense,” she murmured as she reached to unbutton his shirt. He then reached across to hers once she had started on his. Reaching over he slid her jacket down off her arms and she tossed it to the side.
Next she finished unbuttoning Ichigo’s shirt and slid it off his arms leaving him in the sleeveless shirt underneath. Her hands ran over the hardened muscles beneath at the same time he raised his ever so tentatively to her chest. Senna tossed her head back and grabbed his hand to touch her breast which Ichigo did with a tentative poke. Unsure if he was allowed to touch. He then poked once more before curling his hand around it. Senna giggled at his reserve noticing the sweat in his face. Feeling the slight give and squeezablility of the surface of the breast.
He raised his other hand to squeeze the other breast noting Senna’s different facial expressions depending on how he touched. A light tickle over where the nipple must be produced a giggle, while a slow squeeze made her gasp.
“Does that hurt?” Ichigo asked.
“I’ll let you know when it does. But right now it feels amazing,” she moaned.
“Good,” the orange haired teen replied, still bright pink over his whole face, far darker in the red hue then the blush over Senna’s cheeks. Her leg lifted and rested across his lap. Ichigo leaned forward and undid the next buttons on her shirt to reveal a white lace bra with a bow on the front.
“That… that’s beautiful…” Ichigo managed to breathe. Senna nodded and Ichigo continued to unbutton the blouse to bare her chest. He lifted his arms to cross them so she could pull his shirt up and over his head.
“Hm,” purred the violet haired girl stroking his chest. “You are so well defined.”
“Thanks,” Ichigo chuckled nervously, reaching down and around her back to embrace her tightly. She rubbed his strong back muscles unable to resist touching the orange haired young man.
“Mmm what?” she asked quietly.
“Never mind,” she murmured in to his ear. Ichigo felt her climbing onto his lap but did not protest this time. Her bottom sat in the triangle of his legs comfortably with its weight when he crossed them. She reached out to cup his face and kiss it with one hand so she didn’t have to let go of Ichigo’s body.
“Ichigo…” she whispered through kisses. Her weight shifted again on his lap making him gasp.
Through her lips his breath hitched heaving her chest up and down. Ichigo reached around to help her unfasten the bra. Once it fell away Ichigo’s eyes widened accompanying his dropping jaw. While not the dimension of Matsumoto’s or Inoue's they were still a nice shape for him to grasp and tease. Again and again she rocked down on Ichigo’s lump in his pants.
“Ahhh… oooh…” he groaned. “Senna… that feels good.”
“You bet it does,” she murmured as she wrapped her legs around his waist and positioned herself just right. Before long neither of them could stand the clothes that seemed too tight or got in their way. She tugged at his belt the same time his hand snaked down the small of her back.
“Zipper’s in the side,” she whispered.
“Oh yeah… right,” the orange haired teen said reaching for the metal tab. He began to jerk it down. Her hands were shaking so much he had to help her undo his belt and the fastenings of his pants. She stood up to step out of her skirt as he sat back braced against the wall before she bent to help him peel them off by grabbing them by the bottom cuffs. Otherwise he would have flown backwards from the force of her tugging and pulling. For a moment his legs stuck to the insides of the tight jeans.
His head thumped against the wall. “Ouch!”
“Ooops sorry,” Senna apologized. “You should keep your voice down. The guy next door is really cranky.”
“Yeah, give me a break okay?” Ichigo grumbled wrinkling his forehead in a frown that she considered cute. Bending down she reached over, poked at the tent in his underpants, and then watched his frustrated gulp.
“Once I take off your clothes you get all shy on me again? What IS it with you? Do you want this or not?” Senna asked, frowning.
“I’m not USED to this!” Ichigo suddenly snapped at her.
“Don’t bite my head off, I was just pointing something out,” Senna snorted, head turned to the side.
“I don’t want to spoil the mood,” Ichigo admitted from under the hair hiding his eyes.
“Why are you so shy? I mean its fine for you to look at me right? And what’s wrong with me looking at you?” Senna wondered.
“I’m scared okay!” Ichigo blurted out, grasping her hand. “Scared you’ll disappear on me again! That I can’t protect you! Even though I swore to!”
“Oh Ichigo,” she sighed, hearing the plaintive note in his voice. She angled his head up by tilting his chin so they could look each other in the eye again. Her hand wandering over his bulge cancelled any thoughts or doubts.
“Uhhh…” Ichigo groaned. “I’m not going to be able to hold out if you keep that up.”
“That’s the idea silly,” Senna whispered, pulling his hand to her body. Ichigo stared at her once more with those incredible eyes the instant before he flipped her over and pinned her down. He swallowed hard, determined to take some control in his life that had spiraled out of it.
Senna parted her knees as if guessing what would happen next. Ichigo bent down to kiss her using instinct to guide him not to mention the movies he’d seen and the doujinshi he’d read from his buddies. Breath taken away Senna enjoyed the feel of his hands moving over her bare skin. Underwear was quickly shed so no barriers existed between them. Only Ichigo nervously covering her in kisses along the inner surface of one thigh he lifted.
“Ichigo… I’m going nuts here,” Senna yelped almost kicking him in the face.
“Sensitive there huh?” he laughed, blowing across the heated place between her legs. Her soft yelps and writhing only hardened him more. The way she stared at his body made him both proud and shy simultaneously with a difference. He was in control it wasn’t forced upon him.
Her fingers wandered down, but Ichigo’s slid in first. Both thrust harshly in at first but he watched her facial expressions so he got an idea of what he should do. “Too hard…” she hissed.
“How about that?” he asked, and she nodded at what she liked.
More soft kisses on her breasts and neck followed. She sat up for a moment to prod his length again. He turned away but she cried out, “Ichigo don’t you…”
“Wait a second… I need something,” Ichigo reassured her grabbing for something in his pants pocket. He never thought he’d be thankful to his crazy father, but having it ingrained in his head to be careful Ichigo pulled out the package of foil wrapped condoms.
“Don’t ask… I just want to use this ok?” Ichigo said. Senna glanced down as he fumbled with the packet and tried to put it on.
Senna giggled. “Oooh, can I help?”
“Fine,” he mumbled. Ichigo fought the urge to feel further mortified but turned around at her willing smile. Senna unrolled the thing and they tried to get it on him just right. On the knife’s edge of control he grasped her thighs carefully with his shaking hands. Senna wriggled back bracing her hips up on her hands just like she had seen in the books she’d read. Neither was ignorant of the act, but both were equally awkward at this fast progression.
As Ichigo’s tip slowly pushed into her entrance Senna gritted her teeth stifling a cry of pain. Ichigo wriggled at the resistance and intense pleasure of sinking into a tight encasement that breathed and lived just as he did. “Oh Senna…”
The orange haired teen admitted that being in such a position on the bed was not a situation he was always in, though it'd be a fantasy for most boys. Now he realized the reason it was so desired.
“I’m okay… it just stings,” she reassured him, her legs lifted onto his hips. “I think if you stay like that it’ll be easier.”
“Just give me a minute ok?” Ichigo whispered. “I know this is hurting you more then you’re telling me.”
Senna nodded through her tears but loved how he hugged her tightly to him, catching his breath. She couldn’t help moving and hearing his low groans. A fast frenzied series of pushing and grunts as she clung to him and then he shivered from head to toe. Into her neck she felt his face press, and whispered, “Ichigo?”
Inside she felt sore, stretched, but happy at the sounds he made. Ichigo’s hand reached up and he bent down to her, panting. He fought back tears and muttered; “Now it’s your turn.”
His finger slipped along the place they were joined. He already saw her pinching at her own breasts so he suckled and licked, using her hip rocking as a guide to just what she desired. Soon under him she screamed and shook. Ichigo moved out of her, and then disposed of what he’d used. He soon came back to see her lying on her side with a smile. Then he lay next to her, having replaced the protection and lifted her leg.
“Let’s try this again,” Ichigo panted desire in his eyes.
**
Ichigo lay on his back with his arms wrapped around her. Senna snuggled into his shoulder perfectly, violet hair tickling his nose. The blanket draped over them both. Watching the spinning blades of Senna’s ceiling fan was hypnotic and calming along with the sound of her heartbeat and his.
He bent down to kiss her, and she gave him an uneasy but satisfied smile. Pushing aside locks of sweaty hair he whispered, “You all right Senna?”
“I’m fine, Ichigo,” she admitted truthfully. “You?”
“Freaking fantastic,” Ichigo chuckled, with a smirk on his face he was sure would be there for a while. “Thinking my old man isn’t so crazy after all.”
“Your father is a bit silly but I think he’s funny,” said Senna with a giggle.
For a time they simply relaxed in each other’s arms. Before Ichigo frowned. He turned to her and grumbled, “Why did you show up out of nowhere, Senna? There’s something that doesn’t add up here. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see you but now that it’s sunk in I just… well…”
“Talk about killing the mood you big meanie,” Senna grumbled, poking at his chest.
“Stop that… ahhh!!!” Ichigo griped. He threw off the covers, hunting for his wallet and his watch. Fortunately he found both sitting on the nearby floor.
Her dainty hand caught hold of his arm before he could get out of the bed. “Can’t you just relax and enjoy? Enjoy that we’re together again? I’m not going anywhere Ichigo. I don’t have all the answers either. I tried to answer those questions last night.”
The orange haired teen gently took hold of her hand and shrugged it off. By now he had climbed out of bed midway between pulling his boxers up not to mention reaching for his jeans, then mumbled, “I know that before you’re telling me that you’re here as a substitute shinigami? What am I supposed to believe? Now that I think about it, it doesn’t add up.”
“You didn’t have a problem with it before we were… doing this. Why are you so worried about details when that never bothered you before?” she countered, wrapping a sheet around her. Across her face almost landed her shirt that Ichigo had tossed towards the purple haired girl.
“Better put this on. It’s kind of cold,” the orange haired teen muttered, zipping his jeans up as he stood up in search of the bathroom with his back facing her.
She couldn’t help admire the strong muscles flexing from his stretching even though he seemed sullen. Too soon he walked through the door closing off her view of his jean clad body. Quickly she knocked on the door calling, “Ichigo please… what’s wrong?”
“We’ll talk when we both get cleaned up and dressed over a cup of coffee ok?” Ichigo called through the door. “Just give me a few minutes to get my head together.”