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femslashficlets2019-01-12 11:07 pm
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[191] Intimate (Bleach)
Title: In The Quiet
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Inoue Orihime/Loly Aivirrne
Rating: Mature
Prompt: Intimate
Word Count: 650 words
Word Count: 650 words
Summary: Orihime and Loly in a dark bedroom during a college party.
“Do you trust me, Inoue Orihime?” Loly’s voice is warm against the shell of her ear and Orihime shivers at the sound of it, her eyelids fluttering as she leans toward the other woman, toward the hands cupping her breasts through the heavy fabric of her sweater. “You know I won’t bite. Unless you ask me to, that is, but I don’t think you’re into that.”
Orihime trembles faintly as Loly’s fingers trace over the shape of her nipples, her lower lip sore from how often she’s bitten it to keep herself quiet. The last thing she wants is for the party goers downstairs to realize the two of them have vanished, using the sounds she makes as a makeshift trail to find them upstairs. Even with the door locked, it will be obvious.
“I trust you,” she finally whispers, whining softly when Loly leans back to look down at her face.
Her face feels hot and her skin feels tight and her clothes feel far too many. Loly is good at reading nonverbal cues it seems because the sweater is yanked over her head a moment later, the offending garment tossed over Loly’s shoulder and deeper into the dark bedroom. Only the bed has any light at all, the moonlight spilling through the window lighting the small rectangle and casting the rest of the room into deeper, darker shadows.
Loly’s magenta eyes seem almost black in the light, her pupils dilated as she tilts her head downward, a smile touching the corners of her lips. It makes Orihime’s knees quiver as Loly looks down at her, at the soft pale lace of her bra. Nothing special, nothing expensive because Orihime has so little use for such things and because she did not come here with the expectation of anyone seeing it. But she could only stand the sight of her ex and her best friend’s drunken make-out session on the couch for so long.
And Loly seemed to understand that, too, which makes Orihime wonder sometimes.
“This is cute.” Loly fingers the champagne lace bracketing her cleavage, peeling it away from her skin to bare just a few centimeters of skin more. “It really fits you, sneaky princess.”
Her words have Orihime’s face so hot it feels ready to catch fire but Loly moves faster than Orihime expects, fingers dancing along her spine until the bra feels looser around her, the clasps gaping apart. And Loly stays pressed right up against her, her fingers smoothing over the bared patch of skin for just a moment, warm breath curling against Orihime’s ear until she squirms and whimpers softly, pitifully. Her skin feels overly sensitive and she hardly drank anything at all downstairs, just a few sips of beer, but she feels light and airy.
“You’re so pretty.” Loly’s thigh shifts forward between Orihime’s and she gasps at the way it presses against the seam of her jeans, pressing it into her flesh. “I was so jealous of Kurosaki for the longest time, but now he’s gone and I can show you what sex should be like.”
Orihime giggles despite herself and Loly leans back to look at her, fingers tucking her hair back behind her ears. “He was never all that good at it. He was very awkward.”
“Is that so? Well, that’s a pity. A princess should be worshipped.” Loly’s hands dart out, smoothing the straps of her bra down her arms until her breasts hang free from the fabric, the cool air in the bedroom washing over the heavy weight of them until Orihime quivers.
Her breath comes out in a soft little noise when Loly’s hands cup her breasts, palms rough against her hard, tight nipples. She thinks she would say something, but she doesn’t, leaning forward when Loly offers her another kiss, hands grasping wildly for her.
No one finds them up here; Orihime isn’t quiet.
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... ah, my meaning is not clear. xD I meant that your fic was a joy to record, but it is also additionally true that your comment was a joy to read!
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