Ladies and Gentlemen- Chapter 7
Ladies and Gentlemen 7
I had a firm belief that relationships were never worth the trouble, but since fate likes to watch me suffer, it put him on the same train. Bleach fic, Hichi-Ichi, Yaoi
**Bleach is Kubo's, I don't profit from it.
50 Shades of Red~
Finishing up the paperwork for my clerkship, I glance over to the clock, 1:30. Assuming Shiro arrives at two instead of three, I've got half an hour to wait. My stomach takes the opportunity to protest my lack of nutrition for the day. Wonder if Shiro has eaten already...
My thoughts of food are interrupted by a loud knock at the door. Already knowing who is on the other side, I smile and walk over to let him in.
"Hey you're early." I point out as he walks past me, a couple bags in hand.
"Sorry Ichi. Hope it's not a problem, traffic was surprisingly lax today so I got here faster than I thought. Oh and I brought food, so I hope you're ready for lunch." He moved over to the table and set the bags down.
"Breakfast for me, so yes I am starving. What'd ya bring?" I asked, walking over to the kitchen for dishes.
"Well, since yer sick an' all, I thought you could use somethin' healthy. So I brought some vegetable soup. An' the other bag's got some comedies in it, 'cause laughing's good for ya too." I smiled at his logic and pulled a couple bowls down from the cupboard.
"Sounds like you thought this through. My health is in good hands." He casts me that smirk that I have come to associate with his more perverted thoughts.
"Ya know Ichi, we could put the rest of ya in good hands too..." If there was more to that sentence, I will never know. My spoon smacking his forehead effectively cut off his perverted proposition.
"Sorry, but I'm not that easy. It will take more than two days of lunch and charm to win me over Mr. Suave." I smirked at his way over exaggerated pain, one hand on his forehead, the other over his heart, rambling about the woes of unrequited love. It really is...well for lack of a better word, 'cute.' We dished out the soup, grabbed the movies and walked into the main room.
Unfortunately, since these dorms are so small, Chad and I don't really have any furniture other than our beds and desks. Shiro obviously didn't mind, as he plopped down on my bed with his back to the wall, facing the television. Fishing out a movie and placing it in the player, I try convincing myself that sitting next to him on my bed wouldn't be awkward. We're just watching a freaking movie, come on Ichigo. I take a seat next to him and hit play on the remote. See, not awkward at all.
About fifteen minutes into the first movie and two bowls of soup later, I had to ask, "Shiro, where exactly did you get this soup? It's really freakin' good." He looked a little surprised by that.
"Really? Why thank-ya Ichi, I made it for ya myself." He responded from his spot next to me on the bed, the surprise replaced with a genuine smile.
I felt my face heat up and was certain that I was blushing about 50 shades of red. Due to his close proximity, I know he notices too. Honestly, why do these freaking dorm rooms have to be so small! Not that a real couch would make this situation any less awkward for me.
Looking down at my hands fidgeting in my lap I finally replied, "Wow, thank you. I don't think anyone except for my sister has ever really cooked for me. I mean this one girl in high school tried once but with what came out, I think she was actually trying to kill me. I mean peanut butter covered pork chops in banana pudding or something like-" My rambling was effectively cut off when Shiro's fingers guided up my chin and his lips pressed gently against my own.
Oh God...holy shit, Shiro is kissing me! I am caught in my brief dilemma of whether to kiss him back or push him off, when his tongue brushes my lower lip and completely demolishes the last of my resistance.
Parting my lips, I feel his tongue slip in and begin it's thorough exploration of my mouth. He runs the wet appendage along the inside of my teeth and I finally begin to reciprocate. Tangling my tongue with his, I feel his hand thread it's way through the back of my orange locks. As his fingers lightly massaging the back of my scalp, he grants my entrance into his mouth. Fuck he tastes good. Finally we part, and I lean back against the wall, eyes closed trying to catch my breath. I can easily find myself getting addicted to that.
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I told myself repeatedly on the way here that it was too soon to make a move on the Strawberry. The last thing I wanted to do was scare him off. So the plan was to simply let on how I felt about him and wait to see how things played out in the next few dates. But then there was that blush and his futile attempt to avoid my noticing, while his hands twisted themselves around in his lap. In all, his completely failed attempt to keep me ignorant was far to irresistible and I could no longer help myself. Grabbing his chin, I tilted his head back up and sealed my lips over his.
I figured that running my tongue along his lower lip would revive him from his obvious shock. I was fully prepared to be pushed back, but to my surprise and pleasure, he simply let me in. The soup did nothing to diminish his natural taste, and I found exploring his mouth to be one of the most gratifying experiences I've ever had with another being. When he began to tentatively reciprocate, I moved my free hand to the back of his head and lightly rubbed through his orange locks. He moaned quietly, and I allowed him to do some exploring of his own.
When we finally parted, I was quite pleased with the result. Leaning back against the wall, eyes closed, blush still staining his cheeks, Ichigo was flushed and panting. Despite how I would love to take advantage of the situation, I reign in my desire and wait for him to regain his composure.
Still breathing heavily, Ichigo turns back to me, "Shiro, what...I mean why...do you-"
Noticing the difficult time he is having and pretty certain what he is trying to articulate, I jump in to save him the trouble, "Ichigo, I didn't plan on movin' this quickly, but yer just to damn irresistible for your own good. I wanted to be subtle or should I say as subtle as I can possibly be, 'cause I didn't wanna scare ya off. I want ya Ichi. Hell I've wanted you since I first saw ya sittin' on that train. When ya fainted in my arms, I couldn't leave you alone until I knew you were gonna be alright. I didn't know why I was so worried about a stranger, but I didn't really care about that either. I just wanted to be there for you and hope you'd give me the chance to get to know you. Look Ichi, I'm sorry if-"
His lips pressed lightly against mine, effectively cutting off anything else that would have come pouring from my mouth. He pulled back and smirked.
"Now look who's rambling. Idiot, if anything were going to scare me off, it would've been footsie in a public place. It is a little fast, and I appreciate your...attempt at subtlety, but that kiss was...well, wow." He shook his head and continued, "In any case, I told you that I'm not that easy and I meant it. I really don't have time for a relationship, but you seem to have me breaking a lot of personal rules lately. If you can be patient with me, and my schedule, I am more than willing to give you a chance."
In all honesty, I am a little surprised that the smile I gave him didn't split my face. "So, does that mean no more footsie?" He laughs and punches me in the arm.
At about eight o' clock that evening, the movies in the bag are narrowed down to one remaining comedy. He puts it in and presses play.
"I'm gonna make some popcorn, want anything?"
Oh, to bite, or not to bite? I smirk, to bite, "You."
Still smiling, he shakes his head and wanders into the small kitchen area. Just then, his phone vibrates about a foot away from me. I speak loud enough for him to hear me in the other room, "Hey Ichi, yer gettin' a call."
He appears in the entry way just long enough to respond, "Just let it go to voicemail, I'll call whoever it is back, later." He returns to making the popcorn and I let curiosity get the better of me. I lean over and take a peek at the screen...'Cookie Monster?' Funny, that's what I tease Grimm...wait. Kurosaki...Kurosaki Ichigo! Holy fucking shit! That's why I recognized his name at the hospital...Ichigo, my Ichigo, is the same one Grimmjow has been hopelessly chasing for the past four years.
Never having met Ichigo before, I couldn't understand Grimm's obsession. I do now though. This will definitely lead to war with Grimmjow, and probably not the friendly kind either. Though, I'd be lying if I said that it didn't satisfy me on some level to accomplish in two days what Grimmjow has failed to achieve in four years. Leaning back against the wall, I start to contemplate whether or not I want to continue my pursuit of my friend, rival, and coworkers...obsession. The inner battle is short lived however when Ichigo walks back into the room, popcorn in hand and a breathtaking smile on his face. No, I won't give him up...Sorry Grimm, but all's fair in love and war.
Ichigo sits back down, and doesn't even bother checking his phone. I decide it best to keep my relationship with his friend and stalker, quiet for now. I really don't want to complicate things now that I have been given the opportunity to prove to Ichigo, that he belongs with me. I know it will cause fireworks later on, but if Ichigo really wanted Grimmjow, he would have given in long ago. Ya won't be sorry Ichi. I promise ta make ya happy.