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[190] Remainder (Bleach)
Title: A Visit
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Inoue Orihime/Nel Tu; Tier Halibel/Tres Bestias
Rating: Teen & Up Audiences
Prompt: Remainder (Welcome)
Word Count: 750 words
Summary: Orihime and Nelliel visit Halibel and her girlfriends for the holidays with some interesting results.
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Inoue Orihime/Nel Tu; Tier Halibel/Tres Bestias
Rating: Teen & Up Audiences
Prompt: Remainder (Welcome)
Word Count: 750 words
Summary: Orihime and Nelliel visit Halibel and her girlfriends for the holidays with some interesting results.
The house is massive, far larger than she was able to conceptualize on the drive over.
“What?” Nelliel leans over, pushes her shoulder. “Come on, Hime, let’s go inside.”
Inside. Orihime nods, fiddling with her zipper before she yanks it up just a little higher over the sweater she wore. Pale pink is one of her favorite colors but it feels childish, and she wishes she wore something a little more monochromatic as she climbs out of the car. She and Nelliel squabble over the bags when her girlfriend tries to take all of them in her hands, Orihime insisting she can carry her own luggage, that it is absolutely not a problem.
Their argument is quashed when Apacci takes all of the bags, and Orihime never even heard her walking up. “Honestly,” she says, looking unfairly handsome in her black button-down, a dark red puffy vest thrown on top of it, though Orihime wonders how it keeps her warm when it has no sleeves. “You should have just come and asked me to get them.”
In answer, Nelliel clicks her tongue. “We could have gotten them on our own.”
“Before you got frostbite and died?” Apacci looks doubtful. “Let’s go. Hal’s waiting.”
Orihime follows behind her quietly, her heart beating quickly in her chest as she peeks up to see Sung-Sun and Mila Rose waiting for them just inside of the glass storm door. Mila Rose helps Apacci with the bags while Sung-Sun rests her small hands on Nelliel’s shoulders, leaning up on her toes to give her a proper greeting kiss.
Not for the first time, Orihime feels like a fifth wheel and looks around the foyer, her heart sinking as she takes in just how nice this house is, how little she feels like she fits in it.
She jumps when an arm slides around her shoulders, mouth falling open a little when she realizes she heard no footsteps. “It’s nice to finally have you in my home, Orihime.” Halibel’s voice is dark and warm, velvety smooth as she guides Orihime into the living room.
Shyly, Orihime peers at Halibel from beneath her lashes. “It’s a lovely house.”
“We’ve made it into a home these last few years.” Halibel’s smile is soft and brief, and she tucks a strand of deep golden hair behind one ear. The fire in the fireplace shines on her warm brown skin and Orihime thinks she’s beautiful, so beautiful while Orihime feels… So less.
Stop being this way, she tells herself. She wouldn’t have invited you if she didn’t want you to come see her. You have got to let this go.
“Here,” Sung-Sun says, dancing around in front of her, reaching for Orihime’s zipper. “I’ll take your coats and hang them up.”
For a moment, Orihime wants to grasp her coat, keep it pulled against her body, but she lets Sung-Sun take it and feels momentarily ridiculous, tugging at the bottom of her sweater and refusing to meet the eyes of anyone looking at her. The sweater is pink, but not entirely. There are tiny white sharks swimming across its surface, impossible to miss.
Halibel laughs softly, and Orihime’s cheeks burn. “Is this for me? It’s very pretty, Orihime.”
“Thank you.” Orihime summons the strength to lift her head finally and meets Halibel’s eyes directly and almost immediately regrets it.
Halibel’s eyes, a bright aquamarine, are dark with something Orihime does not quite piece together, but it makes her feel flushed and warm just the same. Before she can speak, Halibel takes a step forward and wraps a hand around the back of her neck, her free hand plucking at the fabric stretched across Orihime’s stomach.
“I’ll have you in this later,” she murmurs. “And nothing but. Do you understand me?”
Now she understands, her face hot as she blinks at Halibel helplessly. “Yes,” she murmurs, “I do.”
Nelliel’s chest is pressed against her back a moment later. “I’ll join in.”
Her heart starts beating faster at the base of her throat and she swallows hard as she grips the edges of her jacket, staring up at the large picture windows and the new paint, the white shutters and the paved driveway. Next to her, Nelliel is calm. She parks behind a car that looks like it just came off the lot, switches to Park, and shuts the engine off. Her seatbelt is off and she is half out of the car before she realizes Orihime is just sitting and staring.
“What?” Nelliel leans over, pushes her shoulder. “Come on, Hime, let’s go inside.”
Inside. Orihime nods, fiddling with her zipper before she yanks it up just a little higher over the sweater she wore. Pale pink is one of her favorite colors but it feels childish, and she wishes she wore something a little more monochromatic as she climbs out of the car. She and Nelliel squabble over the bags when her girlfriend tries to take all of them in her hands, Orihime insisting she can carry her own luggage, that it is absolutely not a problem.
Their argument is quashed when Apacci takes all of the bags, and Orihime never even heard her walking up. “Honestly,” she says, looking unfairly handsome in her black button-down, a dark red puffy vest thrown on top of it, though Orihime wonders how it keeps her warm when it has no sleeves. “You should have just come and asked me to get them.”
In answer, Nelliel clicks her tongue. “We could have gotten them on our own.”
“Before you got frostbite and died?” Apacci looks doubtful. “Let’s go. Hal’s waiting.”
Orihime follows behind her quietly, her heart beating quickly in her chest as she peeks up to see Sung-Sun and Mila Rose waiting for them just inside of the glass storm door. Mila Rose helps Apacci with the bags while Sung-Sun rests her small hands on Nelliel’s shoulders, leaning up on her toes to give her a proper greeting kiss.
Not for the first time, Orihime feels like a fifth wheel and looks around the foyer, her heart sinking as she takes in just how nice this house is, how little she feels like she fits in it.
She jumps when an arm slides around her shoulders, mouth falling open a little when she realizes she heard no footsteps. “It’s nice to finally have you in my home, Orihime.” Halibel’s voice is dark and warm, velvety smooth as she guides Orihime into the living room.
Shyly, Orihime peers at Halibel from beneath her lashes. “It’s a lovely house.”
“We’ve made it into a home these last few years.” Halibel’s smile is soft and brief, and she tucks a strand of deep golden hair behind one ear. The fire in the fireplace shines on her warm brown skin and Orihime thinks she’s beautiful, so beautiful while Orihime feels… So less.
Stop being this way, she tells herself. She wouldn’t have invited you if she didn’t want you to come see her. You have got to let this go.
“Here,” Sung-Sun says, dancing around in front of her, reaching for Orihime’s zipper. “I’ll take your coats and hang them up.”
For a moment, Orihime wants to grasp her coat, keep it pulled against her body, but she lets Sung-Sun take it and feels momentarily ridiculous, tugging at the bottom of her sweater and refusing to meet the eyes of anyone looking at her. The sweater is pink, but not entirely. There are tiny white sharks swimming across its surface, impossible to miss.
Halibel laughs softly, and Orihime’s cheeks burn. “Is this for me? It’s very pretty, Orihime.”
“Thank you.” Orihime summons the strength to lift her head finally and meets Halibel’s eyes directly and almost immediately regrets it.
Halibel’s eyes, a bright aquamarine, are dark with something Orihime does not quite piece together, but it makes her feel flushed and warm just the same. Before she can speak, Halibel takes a step forward and wraps a hand around the back of her neck, her free hand plucking at the fabric stretched across Orihime’s stomach.
“I’ll have you in this later,” she murmurs. “And nothing but. Do you understand me?”
Now she understands, her face hot as she blinks at Halibel helplessly. “Yes,” she murmurs, “I do.”
Nelliel’s chest is pressed against her back a moment later. “I’ll join in.”