Not a Thing [Tatsuhime] [Bleach]
Title :: Not a Thing
Characters/Pairing :: Tatsuki, Orihime; Tatsuhime
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 226
Summary :: Arisawa Tatsuki had been her first real kiss.
Arisawa Tatsuki had been her first real kiss.
“I’ve never actually been kissed before, Tatsuki!” she’d babbled. “And now that I love Kurosaki-kun, maybe he’ll be the first one to do it! Isn’t that exciting?”
“Oh God,” Tatsuki muttered, slapping a palm to her forehead. “Orihime, Ichigo is an idiot. He’d only manage to fuck it up somehow.”
“But…” Orihime’s nose wrinkled in distressed confusion. “I don’t want my first kiss to go all wrong!”
“So don’t kiss Ichigo,” Tatsuki suggested wisely.
“But I don’t want to kiss anybody else! I love Kurosaki-kun, and I can’t just randomly kiss someone I don’t feel comfortable with --!”
She promptly began to flail, and Tatsuki laughed.
“Orihime. Shut up and come here.”
Before the other girl even had a chance to question, Tatsuki had grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her close, and pressed her lips to hers.
Orihime stopped flailing, then.
“See?” Tatsuki said when she pulled away a moment or two later. “You’ve just had your first kiss, and it wasn’t a disaster, and you’re comfortable with me. Right?”
“…right.” Orihime blinked, then smiled tentatively, and then she giggled. “Right.”
“And now you don’t have anything to worry about.”
Orihime curled her arm around Tatsuki’s waist and leaned her head on her best friend’s shoulder, breath tickling softly against her neck.
“Nope. Not a thing.”
Characters/Pairing :: Tatsuki, Orihime; Tatsuhime
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 226
Summary :: Arisawa Tatsuki had been her first real kiss.
Arisawa Tatsuki had been her first real kiss.
“I’ve never actually been kissed before, Tatsuki!” she’d babbled. “And now that I love Kurosaki-kun, maybe he’ll be the first one to do it! Isn’t that exciting?”
“Oh God,” Tatsuki muttered, slapping a palm to her forehead. “Orihime, Ichigo is an idiot. He’d only manage to fuck it up somehow.”
“But…” Orihime’s nose wrinkled in distressed confusion. “I don’t want my first kiss to go all wrong!”
“So don’t kiss Ichigo,” Tatsuki suggested wisely.
“But I don’t want to kiss anybody else! I love Kurosaki-kun, and I can’t just randomly kiss someone I don’t feel comfortable with --!”
She promptly began to flail, and Tatsuki laughed.
“Orihime. Shut up and come here.”
Before the other girl even had a chance to question, Tatsuki had grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her close, and pressed her lips to hers.
Orihime stopped flailing, then.
“See?” Tatsuki said when she pulled away a moment or two later. “You’ve just had your first kiss, and it wasn’t a disaster, and you’re comfortable with me. Right?”
“…right.” Orihime blinked, then smiled tentatively, and then she giggled. “Right.”
“And now you don’t have anything to worry about.”
Orihime curled her arm around Tatsuki’s waist and leaned her head on her best friend’s shoulder, breath tickling softly against her neck.
“Nope. Not a thing.”