Bleach (Tatsuki/Orihime) [week 2 - prompt 2]
Title: Present and Solid Author: Cadence Rating: R Word Count: 400 Summary: Orihime is at her door, and suddenly everything else seems less important.
“...Orihime?” Tatsuki says finally, and her voice comes out choked. Orihime is at her door, and suddenly the weird shifts and flickers of power in the air and under her skin that have been bothering her for hours seem less important.
Orihime smiles, and it’s a sad smile, nothing like her carefree grin, but it’s Orihime’ssmile and suddenly all the tension and shock holding Tatsuki immobile shatters.
Tatsuki moves without thinking, forward out the door. Her arms wrap around Orihime easily, and before she can even blink Tatsuki is kissing her. And it’s wonderful. Orihime is here, her body solid in her arms, chest pressing against hers, and her lips soft, parting slightly in surprise under hers.
Then it occurs to her exactly what she’s doing. She shifts away, shaking, but she can’t seem to summon embarrassment or worry.
Orihime looks surprised but happy – and contemplative, and Tatsuki has seen that look so many times before a string of truly unique Orihime-logic that she starts smiling before Orihime opens her mouth.
“You know –“
“Yeah.” Tatsuki smiles wider. “You can tell me all about it later. For now, you’re alive. Come inside.”
She has barely closed the door to her room before Orihime has her shirt off, and Tatsuki gapes, even though there’s hardly anything she hasn’t seen before.
“You want to, right?” Orihime says easily as she slips off her pants, but she doesn’t wait for an answer before she reaches for the edge of Tatsuki’s t-shirt. That’s new, and it prompts a low flush of warmth that quickly confirms her answer.
She lifts her arms to let Orihime pull her shirt off smoothly.
Ridiculously quickly, they’re naked and together on the futon. Tatsuki presses her lips to a scar on the upper curve of Orihime’s breast – one she doesn’t recognize - and closes her eyes. She feels touches across her arms, breasts, stomach, and she shivers.
“I’d almost forgotten how strong you are.” Tatsuki lifts her head and opens her eyes to meet Orihime’s just as the hand on her abdomen slips lower.
Orihime’s fingers are tentative, and Tatsuki finds herself shifting her hips to push up into the touch. She’s already more turned on than she can remember ever being, dizzy with relief and lust, and she loses whatever words she was going to say.
Instead she leans in to kiss Orihime again, hard and possessive.