LOG! Ishida and Orihime!
Who: Ishida and Orihime
What: Doing the dishes!
Where: Their apartment
When: Tonight
Why: Because Ishida and Orihime doing domestic things is adorable. And Orihime needed to ask Ishida a question.
Rating: PG-13
Your characters weren't there, and didn't witness this. Sorry, folks.
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Ishida ran the hot water and squirted in some lemon dish soap, filling the sink with fluffy suds. He called to Orihime over his shoulder. "Would you rather wash or dry?"
Orihime picked a dry towel out of a drawer. "I washed last time, so I'll dry!" she said, bouncing over to where Ishida stood by the sink.
"All right." Ishida smiled and grabbed a washrag. "There aren't many dishes so it shouldn't take long..." He washed and rinsed the dishes and passed them over to Orihime. She was humming as she worked, and it made him smile. Feeling playful, he dipped his finger into the sink and scooped up a small bunch of suds, which he reached over to wipe onto Orihime's nose.
Orihime giggled and retaliated by hitting him in the tush with the towel she'd been using to dry the dishes.
Ishida didn't bother trying to dodge, instead flicking a stream up water up at Orihime with his fingers.
Orihime reached into the sink and scooped up a handful of suds, laying her hand flat and blowing bubbles into Ishida's face.
Ishida laughed, reaching up to wipe the back of his hand across his forehead to prevent soap dripping down into his eyes. He was satisfied to leave their impromptu battle at that, and removed his glasses to wipe them clean on a dishtowel.
Orihime took the opportunity for a sneak attack and surprised Ishida by dumping a large dollop of soap suds on his head.
"Hey!" Ishida gave an expression of mock shock and responded by splashing soapy water all down Orihime's front, raising his washrag up in front of him as a shield.
Orihime giggled, stealing his washrag and hitting him with it. "I'm all wet!" she announced, grinning.
Ishida ducked in close to her and kissed her before she could retaliate. "Oh? We might have to do something about that."
Orihime kissed him back and lightly tickled his ribs playfully. "And what would you suggest, then?"
Ishida replaced his glasses and turned away to hide the expression on his face. "Oh. A hair dryer, maybe?" he deadpanned.
Orihime tickled harder. "It's not my hair that's wet!"
"Oh." Between the teasing and Orihime's tickling, Ishida was trying hard not to laugh. He turned back to her and nuzzled her neck, hooking his fingers under the hem of her wet shirt and tugging it upwards. "I guess we'll have to get you out of that, then."
Orihime shivered and lifted her arms so he could easily pull her shirt over her head. Once he had tossed the shirt aside she dropped her hands down to his waist. "Now I'm cold."
Wrapping his arms around her, Ishida pressed himself close. "Better?" he asked.
Orihime smiled, nuzzling Ishida's throat. "Much."
Ishida slid one hand down the curve of her bare back. "Truce?"
She nipped at his jaw. "Oh, all right. Truce." She pulled away from him and reached for a dish she'd abandoned, drying it as if doing the dishes in only her bra were an everyday occurrence.
"...Oh." Ishida tried to hide the disappointment in his face as Orihime returned her attention to the dishes. Just as well, though, since they did need to get done at some point. He also went back to the sink and began washing the remaining dishes, trying to ignore the squish of his stockinged feet on the now-wet floor, and trying even harder to avoid being distracted by the sight of a half-naked Orihime in the corner of his eye.
Orihime bumped Ishida's hip with hers as she dried the last dish. "Yay! All done!"
Ishida nodded, pulling the plug to the drain and wiping his hands on a towel. He took a step and winced as his sock made a squishing sound. "I should probably mop up, too."
Orihime giggled. "You made a mess, Uryuu," she said faking reprimand.
"I guess I did." Ishida took the dishtowel from her hands and dropped to his hands and knees, mopping up the spilled water and suds. "Am I forgiven?"
Orihime patted him on the head as he knelt and smiled. "I suppose so."
"You won't make me sleep on the couch tonight then?" He stood and wrung out the wet towel over the sink.
Orihime giggled. "Have I ever made you sleep on the couch?"
Ishida shrugged, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "There's a first time for everything."
Orihime wrapped an arm around his waist. "Then I'll save it for another time. The bed would be cold without you, especially since I've lost my shirt."
His lips quirked into a soft smile. "Well. It's temporarily misplaced, at least." He bent and kissed her forehead.
Orihime smirked. "You don't seem too concerned over that fact."
He ran a hand along her waist, letting it come to rest at the curve of her hip. "I must admit, it doesn't really bother me."
"I should have known," Orihime teased, pulling lightly at his shirt, "that your innocent little water fight was secretly an evil plot to get me out of my clothes."
Ishida pushed up his glasses with the first two fingers of his right hand. "I had no ulterior motives," he said in an even tone. "It just happened to turn out this way. ...Besides, I hope I should hardly have to resort to plots at this point."
"You're right. You don't have to." Orihime tickled him lightly in the ribs again. "But it's fun, ne?"
"Well...yes." He chuckled softly, letting the fingers at her his dip under the elastic waistband of her skirt.
Orihime suddenly remembered a conversation she'd had with Renji earlier in the day. "Uryuu?" she asked, "What would you think if I said I wanted to get a tattoo?" She placed her hand over his on her hip. "Here."
Ishida paused, and blinked slowly. "A tattoo?" At first he thought she was kidding, but she seemed serious. "Oh. ...You really want to get one?" It wasn't that he was against the idea; it just had never occurred to him that she'd want a thing like that.
Orihime nodded, slipping her arms around Ishida's waist. "Yeah. Well...maybe. If you don't mind. I won't if you don't want me to."
"Uh. Oh! Well, if you want one, you should--I mean...I don't mind, really." He tilted his head a bit as he regarded her. "I didn't realize you wanted one. ...What kind of tattoo would you get?"
Orihime shrugged. "I was talking to Abarai-kun about his the other day. They mean a lot to him and represent a lot." She slid her arms up around Ishida's shoulders. "A dragon."
"O-oh." He wondered if she meant what he thought she meant by that. Ishida put his arms around her and hugged Orihime close. "If you'd like one, then you should, especially if it's important. Though. Um. Aren't tattoos kind of expensive? Do you have enough money?" His brow furrowed as he thought. "I have a little left over that I saved for your ring...you can use that if you need it..."
Orihime hugged Ishida back. "Thank you." She rested her head against his chest. "...I forgot about money. I'll figure something out. You don't have to do that." She nuzzled his collarbone. "It will only be a very little dragon."
Ishida shrugged. "You might as well use it. It was meant for a gift for you anyway." He paused, wetting his lips. "Do you know what you want it to look like already?"
"Sort of." She kissed his neck lightly. "Will you help me pick?"
He nodded, smiling. "Of course. ...When were you planning to have it done?"
"Abarai-kun is going to get one later this week, and he invited me to come with him so I can get mine." She squeezed him lightly. "But I had to check with you first."
"I'm glad you asked me. I mean--" Ishida paused, not sure how to phrase his feelings. It just made him feel involved, and that she cared about his input. He sighed, and kissed her temple, hoping she understood.
Orihime smiled. "You're the one who has to look at it."
He chuckled. "But it's your body it's going on."
"It's yours too."
That made him blush a little. "I love you so much, Orihime."
Orihime nuzzled Ishida's jaw. "I love you too."
Ishida inclined his head to kiss Orihime. He lightly brushed fingertips across her hip, where she'd said she would get the tattoo. "Do you want me to come with you to the tattoo parlor?
Orihime shivered lightly at his touch. "Abarai-kun and I were going to go together, but you can come too, if you want to." She brushed her lips teasingly against Ishida's, without applying any pressure.
"Only if you want me to." He bent his head lower to press a kiss to her lips, withdrawing quickly to see what she would do.
Orihime whined involuntarily when he pulled away. "Will you hold my hand?" She pulled Ishida gently down to her by the back of his neck and kissed him softly.
"Of course." Ishida returned her kiss with another of his own, letting it linger as he smoothed one hand down the small of her back, still softly caressing her hip with his other.
Orihime sighed into his kiss, letting her fingers tangle in his hair. "Your socks are wet," she said with a smirk when the kiss broke for a moment.
"...Oh." He'd forgotten about that. Ishida wiggled his toes. His feet felt kind of wrinkly after standing so long in the wet socks. "I should...probably..." He knit his brow, bending one knee to bring his foot up higher, trying to catch the damp sock with one hand.
Orihime giggled. "And you still have soap suds in your hair." She took his hand and tugged, catching him off-balance. "Let's go take a shower."
Ishida faltered at the sudden shift in balance, snapping himself straight to keep himself from tipping over. He hopped on one foot for a moment, finishing his motion of pulling off one sock, and then planted his foot back on the floor as he leaned down to kiss Orihime. "That's a very good idea," he said with a smile.
Orihime kissed him back, walking backwards and tugging him along toward the bathroom. She slid her thumb underneath the waistband of her skirt and let it drop to the floor in a careless pile. "Uryuu, you're wearing too many clothes for the shower," she said playfully.
"I was hoping you'd help me with that," he replied, smiling at her in mock shyness.
Orihime giggled, tugging down the zipper of Ishida's shirt and pushing him into the bathroom with one swift motion, slamming the door behind them.
What: Doing the dishes!
Where: Their apartment
When: Tonight
Why: Because Ishida and Orihime doing domestic things is adorable. And Orihime needed to ask Ishida a question.
Rating: PG-13
Your characters weren't there, and didn't witness this. Sorry, folks.
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Ishida ran the hot water and squirted in some lemon dish soap, filling the sink with fluffy suds. He called to Orihime over his shoulder. "Would you rather wash or dry?"
Orihime picked a dry towel out of a drawer. "I washed last time, so I'll dry!" she said, bouncing over to where Ishida stood by the sink.
"All right." Ishida smiled and grabbed a washrag. "There aren't many dishes so it shouldn't take long..." He washed and rinsed the dishes and passed them over to Orihime. She was humming as she worked, and it made him smile. Feeling playful, he dipped his finger into the sink and scooped up a small bunch of suds, which he reached over to wipe onto Orihime's nose.
Orihime giggled and retaliated by hitting him in the tush with the towel she'd been using to dry the dishes.
Ishida didn't bother trying to dodge, instead flicking a stream up water up at Orihime with his fingers.
Orihime reached into the sink and scooped up a handful of suds, laying her hand flat and blowing bubbles into Ishida's face.
Ishida laughed, reaching up to wipe the back of his hand across his forehead to prevent soap dripping down into his eyes. He was satisfied to leave their impromptu battle at that, and removed his glasses to wipe them clean on a dishtowel.
Orihime took the opportunity for a sneak attack and surprised Ishida by dumping a large dollop of soap suds on his head.
"Hey!" Ishida gave an expression of mock shock and responded by splashing soapy water all down Orihime's front, raising his washrag up in front of him as a shield.
Orihime giggled, stealing his washrag and hitting him with it. "I'm all wet!" she announced, grinning.
Ishida ducked in close to her and kissed her before she could retaliate. "Oh? We might have to do something about that."
Orihime kissed him back and lightly tickled his ribs playfully. "And what would you suggest, then?"
Ishida replaced his glasses and turned away to hide the expression on his face. "Oh. A hair dryer, maybe?" he deadpanned.
Orihime tickled harder. "It's not my hair that's wet!"
"Oh." Between the teasing and Orihime's tickling, Ishida was trying hard not to laugh. He turned back to her and nuzzled her neck, hooking his fingers under the hem of her wet shirt and tugging it upwards. "I guess we'll have to get you out of that, then."
Orihime shivered and lifted her arms so he could easily pull her shirt over her head. Once he had tossed the shirt aside she dropped her hands down to his waist. "Now I'm cold."
Wrapping his arms around her, Ishida pressed himself close. "Better?" he asked.
Orihime smiled, nuzzling Ishida's throat. "Much."
Ishida slid one hand down the curve of her bare back. "Truce?"
She nipped at his jaw. "Oh, all right. Truce." She pulled away from him and reached for a dish she'd abandoned, drying it as if doing the dishes in only her bra were an everyday occurrence.
"...Oh." Ishida tried to hide the disappointment in his face as Orihime returned her attention to the dishes. Just as well, though, since they did need to get done at some point. He also went back to the sink and began washing the remaining dishes, trying to ignore the squish of his stockinged feet on the now-wet floor, and trying even harder to avoid being distracted by the sight of a half-naked Orihime in the corner of his eye.
Orihime bumped Ishida's hip with hers as she dried the last dish. "Yay! All done!"
Ishida nodded, pulling the plug to the drain and wiping his hands on a towel. He took a step and winced as his sock made a squishing sound. "I should probably mop up, too."
Orihime giggled. "You made a mess, Uryuu," she said faking reprimand.
"I guess I did." Ishida took the dishtowel from her hands and dropped to his hands and knees, mopping up the spilled water and suds. "Am I forgiven?"
Orihime patted him on the head as he knelt and smiled. "I suppose so."
"You won't make me sleep on the couch tonight then?" He stood and wrung out the wet towel over the sink.
Orihime giggled. "Have I ever made you sleep on the couch?"
Ishida shrugged, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "There's a first time for everything."
Orihime wrapped an arm around his waist. "Then I'll save it for another time. The bed would be cold without you, especially since I've lost my shirt."
His lips quirked into a soft smile. "Well. It's temporarily misplaced, at least." He bent and kissed her forehead.
Orihime smirked. "You don't seem too concerned over that fact."
He ran a hand along her waist, letting it come to rest at the curve of her hip. "I must admit, it doesn't really bother me."
"I should have known," Orihime teased, pulling lightly at his shirt, "that your innocent little water fight was secretly an evil plot to get me out of my clothes."
Ishida pushed up his glasses with the first two fingers of his right hand. "I had no ulterior motives," he said in an even tone. "It just happened to turn out this way. ...Besides, I hope I should hardly have to resort to plots at this point."
"You're right. You don't have to." Orihime tickled him lightly in the ribs again. "But it's fun, ne?"
"Well...yes." He chuckled softly, letting the fingers at her his dip under the elastic waistband of her skirt.
Orihime suddenly remembered a conversation she'd had with Renji earlier in the day. "Uryuu?" she asked, "What would you think if I said I wanted to get a tattoo?" She placed her hand over his on her hip. "Here."
Ishida paused, and blinked slowly. "A tattoo?" At first he thought she was kidding, but she seemed serious. "Oh. ...You really want to get one?" It wasn't that he was against the idea; it just had never occurred to him that she'd want a thing like that.
Orihime nodded, slipping her arms around Ishida's waist. "Yeah. Well...maybe. If you don't mind. I won't if you don't want me to."
"Uh. Oh! Well, if you want one, you should--I mean...I don't mind, really." He tilted his head a bit as he regarded her. "I didn't realize you wanted one. ...What kind of tattoo would you get?"
Orihime shrugged. "I was talking to Abarai-kun about his the other day. They mean a lot to him and represent a lot." She slid her arms up around Ishida's shoulders. "A dragon."
"O-oh." He wondered if she meant what he thought she meant by that. Ishida put his arms around her and hugged Orihime close. "If you'd like one, then you should, especially if it's important. Though. Um. Aren't tattoos kind of expensive? Do you have enough money?" His brow furrowed as he thought. "I have a little left over that I saved for your ring...you can use that if you need it..."
Orihime hugged Ishida back. "Thank you." She rested her head against his chest. "...I forgot about money. I'll figure something out. You don't have to do that." She nuzzled his collarbone. "It will only be a very little dragon."
Ishida shrugged. "You might as well use it. It was meant for a gift for you anyway." He paused, wetting his lips. "Do you know what you want it to look like already?"
"Sort of." She kissed his neck lightly. "Will you help me pick?"
He nodded, smiling. "Of course. ...When were you planning to have it done?"
"Abarai-kun is going to get one later this week, and he invited me to come with him so I can get mine." She squeezed him lightly. "But I had to check with you first."
"I'm glad you asked me. I mean--" Ishida paused, not sure how to phrase his feelings. It just made him feel involved, and that she cared about his input. He sighed, and kissed her temple, hoping she understood.
Orihime smiled. "You're the one who has to look at it."
He chuckled. "But it's your body it's going on."
"It's yours too."
That made him blush a little. "I love you so much, Orihime."
Orihime nuzzled Ishida's jaw. "I love you too."
Ishida inclined his head to kiss Orihime. He lightly brushed fingertips across her hip, where she'd said she would get the tattoo. "Do you want me to come with you to the tattoo parlor?
Orihime shivered lightly at his touch. "Abarai-kun and I were going to go together, but you can come too, if you want to." She brushed her lips teasingly against Ishida's, without applying any pressure.
"Only if you want me to." He bent his head lower to press a kiss to her lips, withdrawing quickly to see what she would do.
Orihime whined involuntarily when he pulled away. "Will you hold my hand?" She pulled Ishida gently down to her by the back of his neck and kissed him softly.
"Of course." Ishida returned her kiss with another of his own, letting it linger as he smoothed one hand down the small of her back, still softly caressing her hip with his other.
Orihime sighed into his kiss, letting her fingers tangle in his hair. "Your socks are wet," she said with a smirk when the kiss broke for a moment.
"...Oh." He'd forgotten about that. Ishida wiggled his toes. His feet felt kind of wrinkly after standing so long in the wet socks. "I should...probably..." He knit his brow, bending one knee to bring his foot up higher, trying to catch the damp sock with one hand.
Orihime giggled. "And you still have soap suds in your hair." She took his hand and tugged, catching him off-balance. "Let's go take a shower."
Ishida faltered at the sudden shift in balance, snapping himself straight to keep himself from tipping over. He hopped on one foot for a moment, finishing his motion of pulling off one sock, and then planted his foot back on the floor as he leaned down to kiss Orihime. "That's a very good idea," he said with a smile.
Orihime kissed him back, walking backwards and tugging him along toward the bathroom. She slid her thumb underneath the waistband of her skirt and let it drop to the floor in a careless pile. "Uryuu, you're wearing too many clothes for the shower," she said playfully.
"I was hoping you'd help me with that," he replied, smiling at her in mock shyness.
Orihime giggled, tugging down the zipper of Ishida's shirt and pushing him into the bathroom with one swift motion, slamming the door behind them.