To begin, I'd like to have you remember an awesome FF author by the name of Lanita19 (LOOK HER UP). She was fantastic...aaaaand she had her account hacked. So now she is me and this is my new story. Working on reuploading my previous works under this pen name. Still angry in my heart.

Full Summary: Relationships, as far as anyone was concerned, follow a very linear pattern: You meet, you become attracted, you date, you devote, sometimes with your body, and you marry. By this point, adult couples are free to engage in as many carnal relations as they desire. How Orihime started at the end with Uryu Ishida, son of the wealthiest man in town, she couldn't understand. She had been saving her love for her lifelong friend, Ichigo Kursaki, and now she was the talk of the town as Uryu's beautiful conquest. Gossipers were quick to build stories: Orihime, a struggling graduate in need of a career, was after the Ishida money and Uryu was just looking for easy good time. But truth has a way of revealing itself, and love has a way of blossoming in unlikely situations.

AN: I don't own Bleach or the characters.

Chapter 1: Confetti

"Waiting for the stars to align,

There is a restless raincloud in my mind"

"Graduation!" Ichigo shouted again, this time giving Orihime a jaunty shake.

"Yes…yes…I know." Orihime's voice trailed and he could tell she was distracted. She had been this way for days now. The closer the time got to their graduation date, the more distant she became.

"All we have is the ceremony, a few smile-for-the-camera's, then it's the party of the century…then it's back to med school for another century of studies." They walked side by side through Karakura Town toward Orihime's apartment building. After, Ichigo would carry on down the block to his own abode. "You should be jumping for joy; you're done with school after this."

Orihime tried to force a smile, thinking about her degree in nursing. She was good at helping people and it would be a fitting occupation, but the disappointment that came along with it went hand in hand with that which distracted her from jovial times.

Ichigo knew her as a delicate ray of sunshine, positive and high spirited. He had only seen her cry once, at her brother's funeral. He couldn't picture her without her chin held high. It's what made her such a wonderful companion. He knew nothing of worry when she was around. They studied together endlessly as he was after his doctorate in medicine and she was in school to become a nurse. As he fretted over tests and exams, she pushed him forward to study another hour and make the grade. She even introduced him to his girlfriend, Rukia.

Across the street, they could hear the tiresome sounds of construction. A new wing was being built on the hospital and the workers were toiling day and night. "Does that noise keep you up?" Ichigo asked.

"Sometimes," she replied.

"Well, if you ever want to escape, you can always stay a night or two with me and Rukia. We'd love to see you around more. She's always complaining she doesn't get to see you often enough."

"…Yeah…I'll consider it."

She stopped to stare at the magnificent building. The man who owned it owned three other hospitals throughout the country and came to Karakura to start another. The only reason Orihime even thought about the structure from time to time was because the man who invested in all of those hospitals was the same man to give Orihime and Ichigo scholarships to finish school. Orihime and Ichigo interviewed at the same time; Orihime impressed him academically, and Ichigo dazzled him with his ambition. His name was Ryuken Ishida and he was a stern man. That was all that was to be said about him.

"I wonder with all the money Ryuken Ishida dishes out if he even cares that we're finally graduating?" Orihime asked, looking down at the sidewalk.

"I invited his son to my party tonight. Maybe he'll show up."

"If he's anything like his father, he'll probably just send us a letter from his secretary letting us know that while he regretfully cannot attend, he wishes nothing but the best. At least, that's the response I got from Ryuken when I mailed out invitations to the graduation." Orihime didn't have much family to invite and thought it would be a nice gesture, but it came back in her face and she instantly regretted sending the silly letter.

They continued walking, making idle chitchat about the upcoming celebration. Orihime mentioned she'd make some treats for the party.

When they made it to her door step, it was the same awkward ending as always. She spent the whole walk avoiding holding his hand, and now she was avoiding the weird need to ask for a goodbye kiss. It was safe to say that she had feelings for Ichigo and hated the thought of him being with another girl, but she always found a way to project that hatred onto herself for thinking such shameful thoughts. Still, in her heart, they were supposed to be together, and holding hands and kisses was the way it was supposed to be.

"See you later tonight, Orihime," he said with a nod.

And just like that, she was alone in her staapartmentring at the empty sofa. She crossed the living room to the kitchen where she could put her purse and keys away. On her way, she passed by her calendar. Each day had been marked off, leading up to June 3rd. This was the day she vowed to tell Ichigo her feelings. She'd take him aside at the party and just tell him plain and simple that she had feelings for him and that she wished him and Rukia the best. It seemed silly to tell such a big secret and expect no results, but she couldn't live another minute with the tension in her heart. If anything, she could leave the confession alone afterwards since he would be spending the summer getting ready for medical school and she would spend the summer trying to get a job. It was a chance for them to go their separate ways finally.

Not that Orihime didn't entertain the notion that he might just feel the same way, leave Rukia, and spend the rest of his life with Orihime, the way she dreamed it would be. It was sad to see how obvious it was to everyone else. Tatsuki, her best friend, recognized the crush before Orihime could even put her finger on it, Ichigo's father had always wanted Orihime for a daughter-in-law, and his sister's always wanted her as a big sister. Whether Rukia knew or not was yet to be seen. Orihime imagined that she simply kept a deaf ear to the whole situation to keep herself happy.

Sometimes when she thought about the whole situation, Orihime couldn't decide if she was a hopeless romantic or just hopeless.

She carried on to her room to ready herself for the festivities. She knew Ichigo's parents would be at the ceremony, along with Rukia, Tatsuki, and Chad. Now, if she could only pick out an outfit that didn't make her look extremely desperate.

That took strapless dresses and stilettos out of the picture, leaving her with a slightly professional outfit: a black pencil skirt that went over her hips and an emerald green chiffon top. She settled on a graceful string of pearls to put around her neck before fiddling with her hair in the mirror for what seemed like ages. She turned on her curling iron and considered curls, then turned on her straightening iron in case the curls looked too romantic. A bun looked too matronly, but down looked too sultry. Before considering very seriously about shaving her head, Orihime made a loose bun to one side and combed her bangs a little.

She brushed her teeth and applied some natural-toned make up. She put on black wedges with little bows on the top.

Orihime came to an abrupt stop in front of her full length mirror and wondered the same thing she had wondered every day since she turned sixteen: Was she attractive? She had beautiful, big grey eyes, a curvy body to be desired by any man at any age, pale skin, and vibrant auburn hair. Wasn't that enough for Ichigo? And if it wasn't her looks, then what wasn't accommodating about her personality that kept him running to another woman.

Sigh.

She knew she had to step away from the mirror before she went insane.

Her phone beeped, alerting her that she had just received a text message. Orihime checked it to find that Tatsuki had been waiting out front to pick her up. Had two hours really passed? Had she really been fussing about her appearance for that long?

She noticed the piles of reject outfits sprawled around her floor and the piles of makeup wipes dashed with every color of the rainbow on her bathroom counter. This left her no time to practice her speech for Ichigo. She'd have to just play it by ear.

Quickly, Orihime gathered her things again and headed for the car in front of her house. Tatsuki smiled wide at her best friend. "You look fancy!" she cheered.

"How fancy? Too fancy?" Orihime asked frantically.

"You look like you've been busting your butt in school for years and now you're ready to celebrate. You don't look like the poster child for the street-walker society nor do you look like you're ready to accept an academy award. Just trying to compliment you is all."

Orihime patted her friend on the leg, "Thanks Tatsuki. I needed that. I went through every outfit in my apartment trying to find something that didn't look…desperate."

"What do you mean, desperate? If you're talking about Ichigo, let it go. If he hasn't noticed that you're naturally beautiful by now, than he doesn't deserve you."

"You think tonight is gonna go okay? You think he'll feel the same way?"

"Hard to say," Tatsuki began, "he's obviously hard headed. I just want you to be comfortable again, and you haven't been since he got together with Rukia. If getting all of this off your chest will be a breath of fresh air for you, than that's all I care about."

"Thanks again. I needed that. Maybe I can finally stop trying to impress him – oh shoot!"

"What?"

Orihime slammed a palm flat on her forehead, "I forgot to bake anything to bring to the party."

"Orihime, I don't think it's gonna be one of those parties where everyone shows up with a covered dish. It's more of a red cup, beer pong, crawl to a toilet and puke party."

"Oh," Orihime said in dismay. "Should I go back and change?"

"Orihime, I love you, and you're my best friend…so just shut up and enjoy your day."

Orihime tried hard to keep her heart from beating out of her chest during the ceremony. While it felt wonderful to have everyone cheer and clap when they called her name, nothing could stop the rising pressure in her stomach that would pinch and sting every time she looked toward Ichigo. She noticed Rukia in the audience wearing a strapless dress and giving a thumbs up. Suddenly, Orihime wished she could be wearing anything else under her graduation gown than her simple attire.

When everything was done, the two graduates headed for their group in the parking lot. They were received with excitement and adoration. Chad gave Orihime a bottle of champagne and hugged her, and Tatsuki handed her a bag she had hidden in the car with a card a picture of them from when they graduated high school. The frame said 'Remember when…' at the top. After the presents had been exchanged along with hugs and kisses, the group headed toward the cars, but Isshin, Ichigo's father, stopped Orihime for a moment.

"I just wanted to say…from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I know Ichigo couldn't have done any of this without you, Orihime." Orihime blushed noticeably and he hugged her tightly. "You've always been like my third daughter. I'm so very proud of you, and I know your brother would be too. And you know, if you ever need a job, the Karakura Clinic always has open doors for you." She hugged him back tighter.

Even if Ichigo never accepted her as a potential lover, she felt warmth in the friendship of all of her loved ones. She had a best friend who would never abandon her, a degree, and now a job opening.

Orihime arrived at Ichigo's apartment late to find a room full of strangers. They all had red cups in their hands and seemed in a delightful mood. They crowded around Ichigo, congratulating him and showering him with gifts. Tatsuki entered with her and grasped her hand for a split second to remind her friend that she wouldn't leave her stranded.

"Should I say it now and break the ice, or wait until the party fizzles to say it?" Orihime mumbled to her friend. "Or do you think he'll have drunk too much by then. You know what, I'm gonna put my purse away!" She said, avoiding the situation all together. She knew from past parties that Ichigo's bedroom was always the coat room, and planned full-well to lock herself in there until she died before she would ever confess to Ichigo.

It was odd that her resolve had faded so quickly, but it was easier that admitting to her lifelong crush that she loved him dearly and knew that a romance would never come to fruition. Tatsuki tried chasing after her, but Orihime was long gone with the door locked behind her before she could catch up.

Inside Ichigo's room, she found remnants of another occupant: Rukia's clothes were in his closet, her shoes were under his bed, her brush was on his dresser. Her heart trembled for a moment at the idea of Rukia sharing a bed with Ichigo, though she knew full well that they had probably done more than that in the bed.

"If you're going to have a dramatic episode, do you mind if I grab my coat and leave?" a voice asked.

Orihime looked up from where she was staring at a photo of Rukia and Ichigo kissing. There was a man in the doorway to the balcony with a red cup in his hand. He kept his voice flat to tell her that she was an unwanted guest. His hair was in a sharp a-line, black, with no split ends. His casual blazer was pressed with a black polo beneath with an expensive brand's logo on it. His slim cut jeans were long like his legs with shined shoes beneath. He was wearing what appeared to be her rent for a whole month. She had never seen the man before, but could guess he was a classmate of Ichigo's.

He pointed at a black pea coat over the side of Ichigo's bed. "Mind handing me that?" He pushed his costly frames up his face as he spoke.

"Oh…I'm sorry. I just…um…can I ask you a question?" He shrugged, allowing her to talk. "Can you just…push me off the balcony?"

He laughed, "You're the first person to make me smile all day."

"No really. I've only been at this party for five minutes and I've already made a complete spaz out of myself. More so than I usually do at these kinds of events."

He handed her his red cup, "Here, I think you could use this more than me." To her surprise, the cup was still full with what smelled like alcohol. "Consider yourself lucky you're not me. There's a room full of aspiring med students out there and my father is a billionaire entrepreneur with hospitals just waiting to be filled with competent doctors."

"Ichigo didn't do that on purpose. You're his friend, aren't you?"

He placed the cup down on the dresser next to a jewelry box full of Rukia's most prized trinkets. "His competition. But going to this party seemed more entertaining than sitting in on the graduation party that my father was throwing on my behalf. Besides, had I been at that stuffy event, I might have missed your suicide attempt."

Orihime giggled, "You're the first person to make me smile all day." She extended her hand that was still shaking from the nerves, "I'm Orihime."

"Uryu," he replied. He gave her a firm shake. She remembered his father having the same handshake. It meant business. "Would you like me to leave you to grieve or mourn or whatever in peace?"

"Oh, I'm not sad. I'm scared and embarrassed and I feel retched and ridiculous. But I'm not sad."

"Good, I hate watching people cry. And with big eyes like yours you'd probably drown the whole room." She giggled again. It was nice to have someone around who enjoyed his brand of sarcasm. His class mates were always trying to impress him and his family was always looking down on him. "But really, were you looking to be alone?"

Orihime waved her hands frenziedly, "Oh, no, no, no. I just can't go out there until my heart dislodges from my esophagus. Stay in here and avoid the riffraff as long as you want. But, you don't have to hang out with me if you don't want. You can go back to enjoying the night air. I can compose myself here."

"Hey, I tell you what, you let me tell you why I want to jump off that balcony and you can tell me your own story. Maybe then we can both compose ourselves before we go out there."

"I suppose, but only if you want to hear a really pitiful story," she said with a grin.

They both took a seat on Ichigo's well-made bed and Uryu began. "I want to be a seamstress. That's it." Orihime could barely contain her laughter at the thought of the pristine Uryu Ishida wanting to sew a gown. "I told you it would be embarrassing. My father wanted me to go to business school, and to defy him within the limitations of still impressing him, I decided to become a doctor. But now he wants to hire me. But all I really want to do is make dresses."

Orihime smiled wide for the first time all day. Though she had been showered with love from the moment she woke up, nothing could distract her from the fear of her chore. "If you have such an eye for fashion maybe you could help me with my own outfit. Does this outfit say desperate to you?"

"No, you look quite beautiful, actually." Uryu instantly regretted making that statement. It sounded like such a cheap pass at her. He tried to cover it up quickly, "I mean. The girl's here are a little under dressed for my taste. I like a little more to the imagination." He laughed at his own rambling then added, "That was the booze talking." Orihime knew that his cup was still quite full but disregarded all of his nonsense. "Okay, you're turn."

"Today, I'm supposed to tell Ichigo Kurosaki that I've loved him since I was a teenager and I haven't quite figured out how to do it without being a big ball of awkward."

"Especially after he just got engaged," Uryu mentioned with a chuckle. He stopped when he noticed she was completely awestruck. "Oh…I guess you missed that part of the party." Orihime suddenly burst into uncontrollable tears. He attempted to pat her on the back, but pulled back when he realized that he had never had to deal with such a situation. "Now, now, remember what I said about drowning the room."

"You don't understand, Uryu, he's the only boy I've ever wanted for years. Now I really can't have him."

"Who says you can't have him? There's no reason you can't go out there and tell him exactly how you feel."

She gingerly reached for his hand and placed it in her warm palm. "Will you go with me?"

Uryu retrieved his hand as if it had been burned. "I…um…I really don't know either of you that well."

"I know…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I just thought maybe you could just pretend to be my scapegoat if things went poorly." She shook her head frenetically after the thought. "I'm sorry. You're right. We hardly know each other." Orhime handed him his designer coat and headed for the door. "It was nice meeting you, Uryu Ishida. I hope you make lovely dresses one day," she said with waterfalls in her eyes.

Outside the coat room, everyone was gathered around either Rukia or Ichigo either admiring her ring or congratulating him on his upcoming nuptials. She could hear girls whispering about how lucky Rukia was and how happy they would be together. No one seemed to notice Orihime moving like a ghost toward the kitchen where Ichigo was propped up on the counter with a drink in his hand. Only Chad stepped aside when she entered to allow her access.

In a hushed voice that was barely audible above the thudding music, Orihime asked Ichigo if she could have a word with him outside the apartment. He could only assume she was going to shower him with blessings just as his friends had. While he wasn't in the mood for one more piece of friendly advice about how he should go about the marriage, he knew Orihime was worth the time. He followed her outside the house. He couldn't help but notice her big cherry eyes. Girls were so strange. They see pacifiers and they go baby crazy; they see wedding rings, and all of the sudden they all want one. All of the other girls were crying with joy for Rukia, he assumed Orihime was no different, especially since they had been friends for so long.

"Ichigo…I…I am…very…" she began in a stutter.

"Oh, Orihime, you don't need to give me a big speech. I'm just glad you introduced me to the girl I'm going to spend the rest of my life-"

"-It should be me!" she interrupted. "…It should be me."

"I don't understand, Orihime."

"Ichigo…I just can't explain it. I loved you…for years…and never said anything, never made a move. Now it's all coming together, all those things I feared. I'll never have you."

Ichigo wanted his feet to move toward her. He wanted to hold her in her darkest hour. He wanted to console her as a canyon exploded between them. Suddenly it was him and Rukia on one side, and Orihime, alone, on the other. He couldn't find any words in his lexicon that would undo anything that just altered between him and her. Ichigo knew she was crying as she kept her head down. The second time he had ever seen her cry and it was all his fault. Maybe he should have paid more attention to her shy advances, but it just wasn't in the cards. He saw her as a sister, a peer, an equal, a reflection of himself. Though she was attractive, his attractions belonged to another.

They didn't speak, but the silence broke when the door opened and Uryu emerged, buttoning his coat and pulling out his car keys. It only took him a split second to assess the situation and fill in the gaps. "There you are, Orihime!" he called. He kissed her delicately on her sullen cheek and smiled. "Are you ready to go back to my place?" He winked at her without Ichigo noticing, hoping she'd get the hint.

"I…um…yes…Uryu. Sorry, I was just congratulating Ichigo on his engagement. I know he'll be very happy," she kept a fake smile the whole time.

"That makes two of us." Uryu shook Ichigo's hand then reached for Orihime's. He kissed her again. "Well, Ichigo. Thank you for the invitation, but we'd best be off."

They walked hand in hand toward where Uryu had parked. Ichigo watched their backs disappear into the night, feeling a mixture of confusion and anger like he had never felt in his whole life.

Inside Uryu's car, Orihime let out a sigh of deep shame while Uryu chuckled to himself. "You are a terrible actress," he offered.

"I feel so incredibly stupid." With a push of a button, the car started. Orihime slowly took notice of all the luxury features that surrounded her. The seats were leather. The interior was polished and without dust. The stereo had many knobs and buttons. "What kind of car is this?" she asked, hoping to distract both of them from their embarrassment.

"An overpriced one." She sighed again, feeling as though she had been told to keep quiet and not ask silly questions. "My graduation gift from my father."

They were both quiet for a while. Orihime stewed in the silence, wondering what she had done. Uryu kept hushed, wondering what he was doing. He wasn't sure how he expected the night to go, but picking up an overtly emotional woman wasn't what he had planned in the least. Granted, he was enjoying her strange company and their little adventure greatly, but he figured it would have to come to an end eventually and she would go back to her own home, gloomy and full of undeserved shame.

"You know…you were really brave back there. Maybe one day I can tell me father I don't want to be a doctor."

"Maybe I could kiss you and we could escape after." It was Orihime's turn to wish she could have taken her comment back. "I live up the street…you can turn here."

Uryu watched the road as best as he could after Orihime's candid comment. He knew they were teetering on harmless flirting and he couldn't say he minded too terribly. It was nice to have a girl around that he could chat with. She wasn't after his money or after his father's money. "You know, I wouldn't make a terrible doctor. I actually received very high marks in all of my classes. I'm well educated and I have the determination for it. I've memorized just about every medical journal out there to prepare myself for my doctorate. I'm not just cars and designer jackets. I'm really smart too." Why did he suddenly sound as if he were posting a singles ad in the paper?

"Trust me, I know what it's like to be more than you appear. I'm not just big breasts and a smile. I actually worry a lot about what people think of me." Ignoring her own silly comment, Orihime busied her hands with texting Tatsuki. "I figured I should text my girlfriend so she knows I'm not kidnapped or murdered or abducted by the aliens."

"Huh, didn't know this neighborhood was that bad. Maybe I should walk you to your door."

They spent the rest of the drive in awkward silence again, but Uryu was true to his word. He followed behind her all the way to her door. She pulled out her keys and went to unlock it. She noticed that she had accidentally left it unlocked. Orihime knew it was from leaving in such a hurry. "I can't believe I forgot to lock this door again. Luckily for whoever tries to rob me, I'm broke," she joked.

"That's very clumsy of you. Anyone could just barge in."

Orihime noticed a familiar feeling. There she was, on her doorstep, awaiting a kiss. She didn't know why, exactly, she felt that way, but it was the same feeling as before. "Umm…Uryu…I realize at this point in the evening, usually, two consenting adults usually have a drink, and umm…"

Confused and intrigued at once, Uryu tried to make sense of her rambling. "Orihime, are you propositioning me?"

"No! No, no, no. I just felt like I should invite you in for a drink, but I didn't want you to get the wrong idea because I'm in a very vulnerable place and I really would like to spend more time with you, but I don't want you to think that I'm trying to take advantage of you because that would be the wrong idea…that I don't want you to have." She smiled shyly. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, would you like to come in?"

"I guess…thank you for the invitation. But I feel, as two consenting adults, one in a vulnerable situation, and adding on drinks, we both might end up in a compromising situation."

She nodded. Her head was stirring with so many emotions. A part of her was done being shot down for the night, and another part of her wanted his company, his affections, and his desire. Uryu passed his hand through his dark hair, imagining the same situation. He was comfortable around her strangeness and sincere behaviors. He just didn't know how to make a move that wouldn't seem piggish. He was still a gentleman after all.

They exchanged an uncomfortable handshake and Orihime entered her house, leaving Uryu on her porch, alone. She couldn't believe her own words as she stood in the middle of her carpet. Had she really just offered a man inside for sex, in fact, she had never offered a man inside her house for anything! She didn't know how to have a one night stand, or a two night stand for that matter. She hadn't had a real relationship in her life as she had been saving every ounce of her being for Ichigo's affection. Now she was offering herself to strangers, rich strangers whose father could destroy her career with one phone call.

Orihime took a deep, ragged breath when the door flung open and Uryu charged across the room to grab hold of her hips and capture her lips in his own. Their lips stayed locked together as Orihime backed them into the entertainment set with a crash. He stopped kissing if only to mention, "You should really lock your door."

Orihime gripped him by his high-priced shirt to bring him to her lips again and backed them into the front door to lock it. Together, they managed to flop onto the futon with Orihime beneath Uryu's lean figure. Orihime was clumsy with her movements. She was trying to shove off his blazer then pull off his shirt, but she fumbled with every motion. "I've never had a one night stand," she said in a breathy moan while Uryu lifted up her green top.

He laughed at the sheer innocence she seemed to inject into the situation as they committed so many taboo acts. He pulled her hair out of its bun and said, "It's fine. It's really easy."

He had managed to remove her top completely then went to work on her bra that was overwhelmed by the size of her breasts. Orihime squirmed back against the couch before he could go any further. Her hands were on his toned chest with his heart beat in the palm of her hand, "I guess, what I mean, is that I've never had…well…ya know."

"Oh…oh…Do you want me to go slower?"

She shook her head wildly, "I just didn't want you to get your hopes up if I wasn't good at this."

"No, no, no you're doing good, really good."

Finally, Uryu had disposed of the garment separating him from her womanly shapes. Before he went to work on her chest, he went back to kiss her again. He loved the feel of her warm chest against his smooth skin. Their tongues mingled back and forth and she let his hands roam to her bosom. His long fingers could cup her entire form in his hands. She let a moan escape her lips, wondering if that was strange or sexy. She didn't know if it was appropriate to moan as much as she felt she did, but everything was feeling so wonderful. Uryu let his lips slide down her neck to her collar bone to the center of each breast, licking lightly at the tip of each mound.

"Uryu!" she screeched. She tried not to let her hands roam too freely though her raging hormones told her to do otherwise. "Can I…touch you?" she asked in a heated voice.

"Of course!" he said happily from where he was kissing her abdomen.

"I just want to know you're enjoying this as much as I am."

"Trust me…I am." And she could tell from the hard area between his legs that seemed to spread to straddle her hips. She fondled his belt to release the animal that was within. He pulled and tugged at her skirt before settling to just pull it over her hips and yank down her panties. It wasn't like her to be so hasty and it wasn't like him to be so sloppy. But their bodies drew toward one another like powerful magnets. They both struggled to get in a look at the other's body, but friction kept them moving forward toward the ultimate goal.

When she had freed the object of her attention from within Uryu's briefs, Orihime reveled in the idea of placing it somewhere no man had ever seen. She ran light fingers over the length of it, wondering how it would fit as Uryu strained to warm her up for the upcoming merriments. His kisses traveled lower and lower until his mouth was positioned threateningly between her smooth legs and she could no longer reach her toy.

He kissed her gently, building to a longer kiss filled with laps from his tongue and ministrations from his lips. Orihime fought between gasps and moans. The core of her entire being quaked for what multitudes of pleasure would follow. "Ohmygod, Uryu!" she spouted. Her spine curled, trying to get more contact between the two of them, jutting her chest forward, and burying her head into the throw pillows on her futon.

Uryu laced kisses up her stomach, to the valley between her breasts, then back to her lips that were parted, panting for fresh air. "How's that?" he asked in a sly tone, knowing well that he had fulfilled her sexual desires in way she could not imagine, and knowing there was more to come.

"I think I went blind for a second back there."

"That good huh?" She nodded happily in response. Her wide grin kept his attention as he readied her entrance for the finale of their passionate dance. "It may hurt, but it shouldn't be that way for long."

She felt his intrusion come and greeted it with lust and fear. Orihime tried to pull apart the part in medical terms to make it seem less meaningful than it was, being deflowered by a man she just met was so trashy, but having her hymen torn by ways of penetration by a penis was just education coming to life. But it gave her little solace when the indulgence returned and she delighted in the feel of his back and forth movements. He hadn't lied about the pain, but thankfully it was as swift as it was abrupt.

Their sweating bodies melded together into one fluid motion, her hips bucking up to meet his forceful pumps. Though he kept silent during most love making sessions, Uryu could not contain his grunts and pants as he continued to move inside her. He noted that her moans turned into repressed screams, building toward something bigger. He knew exactly what was happening to her internally, but took joy watching her enjoy herself so immensely. "Oh, Uryu, don't stop!" she cried.

He started to move quicker and she followed. She clenched at his bare shoulder while her body froze tightly for what felt like hours. Orihime's eyes were lost in the back of her head and she released a frightful scream of ecstasy and followed it with heavy breaths. Her body felt limp and weak, but she regained stamina when he started again. It was his turn to come to his finish. She gladly allowed. Orihime worked hard to get back into the fast rhythm they had been in before to make it as enjoyable as possible for her surprise lover.

He picked up his motions until he could feel an immediate release of tension that his body had been building toward his middle. He stopped plunging into her to lean forward and kiss her shoulder as he emptied himself.

They both sighed when Uryu retrieved himself from her warm body. He rolled over onto the futon next to her. She was still smiling like she had been a child who won a teddy bear or had been given a large cloud of cotton candy. He couldn't help but laugh at it all. "Well…that was nice," he joked.

"Uryu…please don't think I'm greedy or selfish or needy but…can we…do that…again…now," she asked before crawling on top of him. She had managed to wiggle loose of the skirt that had been left to hang around her hips and now she was completely naked before him. He couldn't help but feel a little plain before all of her beauty. He hadn't taken the time to assess the finer points of her figure or the delicacy of her curves.

It hit him like lightning to his heart. He wanted to undo every moment, take back every touch, steal every kiss. He took something that wasn't his, not even in the slightest. Her big eyes stared down at him, longing for something that he simply didn't have within him anymore. He couldn't imagine how he would repent for what he had just done to such an innocent creature.

"What's wrong, didn't you…like it?" she pondered allowed.

Uryu writhed to get out from under her to find his clothes somewhere on her apartment floor. "No, it's not that." He contemplated for a second on how to relay to her his feelings. But it was too much. It was easier to lie and be a coward than admit fault in the compromising situation. "You see, this one night stand thing is kind of a one time thing. So we do what we do, and then I leave." He slipped his shirt over his lithe frame then pulled his boxer briefs over his hips. He noticed Orihime pull a blanket from behind her futon to cover her naked self. She was pouting and he knew she was confused. He took a mental picture of her discomfort, wanting to never have to see that face again. The easiest way to ensure that was to get out of her life as soon as possible.

His mind repeated, over and over, I can't believe you did that, she was vulnerable and you took advantage…He took what she had been saving for Ichigo Kurosaki, and there was simply no way to give it back.

'I may never get it right

My chemicals, they balance in some other light'

-Cold Caves from Confetti