The Shinigami Would Be Laughing (mark 2 one on one)

Jackie was very surprised when she turned around to face him and grabbed his hand, placing it on her chest. He blushed brighter, and nodded slowly at her 'maybe later' line. He started to gently scrub her breasts, her neck and collarbone, and her belly. He took care to be extra gentle around her nipples, and watched her face for reactions. He himself was soon sporting a very impressive hardon.
 
The feeling of being washed, being pampered in this way, was truly enjoyable, as evident by Orihime's stiffening nipples. She became aware of the growing buldge in Jackie's pants, and smiled to know he was enjoying his part in this just as much as she.

She took the wash cloth away from him, looking up at his face with a more stern, serious look. The hand not holding the cloth openned his pants, freeing his erect member. She wrapped the cloth around it and began to slowly 'wash' up and down the length of it.

"Hands behind you, if you please; not touching unless I say you may."

Her tone lightened, a wicked glint coming into her eyes.

"It might not be fair, I'll admit. But somehow, I doubt you're going to argue too much, hmm?"
 
Jackie blinked, surprised by the boldness of the gorgeous redhead. He stared down into her eyes as she gave him instructions. As she wrapped her hand around his length, starting to move it up and down, he moaned, doing as she said. He put his hands behind his back, hoping he could keep his legs straight for it.
 
Orihime kept stroking his length with the soft washcloth a minute more, speeding up to a rapid pace for the last twenty or so seconds. Then, abruptly, she stopped and turned to lay out in the tub, scrubbing her arms with eyes shut and a smile that was...well, there was no other word it than cold.

"There now, I'm sure that put you off to a nice start...feel free to finish up on your own if you like. The things you need for the other bathroom are on that shelf beside the door."

She continued to wash, humming to herself lightly, as though nothing had happened. In a far off part of her mind, she wondered how this young man would react to the sudden shift in her tone and behavior. Only a tiny part though; for the most part, she had as much as forgotten he was there.
 
Jackie raised an eyebrow, then smiled. He watched her for a few moments, then bowed slightly, and went in the direction she'd directed him. He picked up the things he needed, then turned to look at her again. "Thanks, Miss Orihime. Have fun in your bath."

He said it teasingly, then headed for the other bathroom, and hummed softly. He ducked into the shower, finishing his undressing, and climbed under the spray. He washed himself up, and shook his head as he thought of what she'd done. Teasing him like that was a rather odd thing, but he just chalked it up to the food.
 
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( Costume change!)

Orihime had wandered over to Jackie's room a short time later, dressed now in a tight silver bodysuit that she could never manage to zip all the way...for two very obvious reasons. Not finding him there, she headed towards his bathroom and could hear water running from inside.

She went back to his room, hoping he wouldn't get upset that she was violating his privacy in this way, and sat on the bed to wait while he showered. As she sat, she could feel the last lingering effects of their meal, her nipples stiff as little pebbles inside her outfit, protruding noticably. She chewed her lower lip in nervousness, and gave in, rubbing gentle circle around the bumps her arousal was causing to show. After a short while, she forgot herself...and more important, forgot her new boarder...and shut her eyes to focus on the sensation, a soft, occasional moan or sigh escaping her lips.
 
OOC: DAMN....now that's HAWT

Jackie didn't know Orihime had gone into his room. He didn't know she'd checked his bathroom to see if he was in there. As he finished up in the shower, washing his hair and body, all that was on his mind immediately, other than the sight of her gorgeous body from earlier, was some much needed rest in a real bed. So when he dried off, and started walking towards his room, his clothes under one arm, and a towel rubbing the water from his hair with one hand, he wasn't expecting to see her.

But she saw him first. His appearance was very evident as he walked past her, still rubbing the water out of his hair. He set his clothes in a hamper, and turned to the dresser, still not noticing her. He rummaged through it for some clean boxers, and turned around, just as he heard her moan long and low.

As his eyes focused on her, he blinked, swallowed hard, and shifted on his feet. He pulled his boxers on, and then watched her for a few moments, before clearing his throat. "Uh...Miss Orihime, may I ask why you're enjoying your incredible body on my bed?"
 
Orihime's eyes flew open and she let out a loud shriek of surprise, which happened to coincide with yet another groan of enjoyment, resulting in an indescribable noise which wasn't quite one or the other. She blushed, and it took her a few seconds to realize her hands were still massaging her most memorable, massive mammories, at which point shd dropped them to her lap in an embarassed manner.

"I'm...I'm sorry. It's from the spices in dinner, they always make me..." She shook her head, and stood up. "Nevermind. I didn't mean to invade your room like this, but I needed to ask you something."

She looked him straight in the eye, both to convey the seriousness of her question, odd as it was going to sound, and also to avoid staring at his boxers, which had developed a tent-like appearence at some point during her unintentional display.

"Have you seen me anywhere, since we had dinner?"
 
Jackie blinked, confused by her question and her manner. Then he nodded slowly. "Yeah, upstairs when I asked you where the bath supplies were. I needed some for my room."

He'd inadvertently moved closer to her, tossing the towel onto the dresser as he did so. "Are you sure you're okay? I didn't make it too spicy, did I?" He was concerned, since she seemed not to remember what she'd done less than an hour ago.

He definitely longed to feel her touch again though, he realized. And the way she looked in the bodysuit had been enough to give him a raging, throbbing erection. One that wouldn't go down for a long time, he realized.
 
Orihime huffed and frowned, clearly upset about something, and started talking to herself. "Yes, I was afraid you might have. Well, no matter, I'll just have to take care of it, like I have before. But this is getting to be pretty old and annoying."

She looked over towards Jackie. "Anyway, yes, I'm fine. The food wasn't too spicy, it's just that even a bit makes me...well, you may as well know, since you'll be living here and handling the cooking...it makes me feel frisky." Her voice went lower, almost an ashamed tone. "Horny, to be perfectly blunt. I think it's an after effect from some of my studies and dabbling with the occult. Not one of the best results I've had obviously, but far from the worst. Well...I am sorry to have come in your private room like this, and for behaving the way I did. I'll try not to do...that...again.

She started to leave, and looked over her shoulder on the way out. "For the rest of the night, like I said before, don't be too worried about unusual noises you might hear coming from around the house. And, I hope I won't embarass you by offering my opinion, but...very impressive."

Her eyes flicked down to his crotch level in a meaningful way, then she smirked and winked as she walked out into the hallway.
 
Jackie blinked, surprised at her upset demeanor. Then she gave him some information, and a compliment on her way out. It wasn't until she'd stepped out the door, and he'd followed her meaningful glance to see his throbbing pole sticking out through his boxers, that he realized what the compliment was about, and that he wasn't quite dressed.

He blushed, clearing his throat and stammering, then looked up. She was gone, and he sat back on the bed to think, and to digest what she'd told him. The thought that he could have gotten laid just now popped into his mind, and he sighed, laying back on the bed. "This is going to be an interesting night."
 
As Orihime had suggested there might be, there were indeed noises coming down from the upstairs for some time after she had left Jackie's room. Among these were a few shouts of incoprehencable words, one very solid thud, and then slow footfalls, and though someone was taking only a step or two, pausing, and then continuing. Then, silence returned to the house.

The following morning, Orihime awoke and made her way down to the kitchen, still in the tanktop and shorts she had worn to bed. She set about toasting herself a pair of english muffins, one of the few things her bad luck couldn't quite ruin when she prepared it, and got out a carton of milk and one of orange juice. She still needed the butter however, and wasn't able to find it immediately. Frowning, she bent far over and leaned into the fridge to look more closely, her slightly plump rump lifted and moving side to side as she focused herself on the task at hand.
 
Jackie was just finishing up in the shower when Orihime entered the kitchen. As he dried off, he thought about the events of the previous night, and considered what she'd told him. "Just how strange IS her life?" He asked himself. He pulled on his clothes for the day, and headed downstairs slowly, running his hands through his hair.

When he entered the kitchen, he was face to face with a rather arousing sight. Orihime was bent over, her head in the refrigerator looking for butter, and her arse in the air, waving around. The sight was enough to cause a resurgence of his morning wood, and he looked away, blushing slightly at the thoughts that invaded his mind.

He cleared his throat, and walked over slowly. "Morning, Miss Orihime. Looking for something in particular?" His mind added the last part. 'Aside from a nice big sausage.'
 
Orihime jumped in shock, catching the back of her head against a shelf in the fridge with a resounding thud. Rubbing the sore spot, she turned around to face Jackie, barely covered and barely contained in her tiny tanktop.

"Ouchies. Good morning Jackie...I hope you were able to get a good night of sleep last night." Turning back to the fridge, she resumed her search. "Anyway...I was just looking for butter. I'm sure I can find it, it's just taking me a minute with all the things you picked up for us yesterday; thank you again for that by the way."

Her rear went back into its unintentional swaying, though this time in a slower, more sensual way. Making matters worse, her shorts had ridden up a little, making each firm round cheek perfectly defined through the fabric. As she looked, distracted by the effort, she kept talking.

"I'm sorry again for what happened last night, when you saw me, whatever that was. Well, for both times you saw me actually, but I mean the first time, before I was in your room. But anyway, don't worry, whatever did happen then, she won't be bothering you again. Err...I, I meant I won't bother you again like that. You know, whatever that is."
 
Jackie winced at the resounding thud that indicated that she'd smacked her head on the shelf. He stared in awe when she turned around. He impressive bust line almost burst free from her tanktop. The effect on his arousal was immediate, and he was glad he'd gotten dressed before coming down.

At her words, he smiled, and nodded. He still wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she seemed okay. He watched intently as she went back to rooting through the refrigerator. The desire to take advantage of her positioning was almost overwhelming. She was absolutely gorgeous, and he definitely wanted to enjoy her body.

He walked up behind her, and as he pointed out the location of the butter, he accidentally pressed up against her arse. He hadn't meant to, but not even Orihime would have been able to miss the pressure of a fairly impressive piece of meat pressed against her arse.
 
Orihime was, most certainly, aware of his erection when he came up behind her.

*THUD!*

"Ouchies." Not wanting to make Jackie feel akward or embarassed about it, she looked back over her shoulder, and even pressed back a bit. "I'm, uh, pretty sure that's not the butter, but if it were, I appreciate the help buttering my buns."

Working her way out from between him and the fridge, she moved over to get her english muffin from the toaster. She made sure to keep facing away as she prepared her breakfast, figuring it wouldn't help matters for her to be looking right at him. She would just have to handle that things like this might happen because Jackie apparently thought she was attractive, though she wasn't really sure why, and she'd just have to joke it off when it did come up.

At that thought, the wording 'when it did come up' passing through her mind, she was glad to be facing away as she started to blush a bright, glowing red.
 
Jackie gasped, surprised at the returned pressure against him. He stepped back, allowing Orihime room to maneuver, then shook his head at her joke. He moved a mere two items, and then pulled out the tub of butter. He held it up, and grinned sheepishly. "I meant that's the butter."
 
She nodded and took the butter from him, still trying not to face him until the blush subsided, and began to spread it over her muffins.

"Oh yes, I knew what you meant. I just thought...you know...better to make a joke about the...ahem...the moment, rather than pretend it wasn't happening. You've heard the expression, 'There's an elephant in the room and nobody's talking about it'? Well, I don't want there to be an elephant in my kitchen that no one talks about, despite it's trunk poking at me."

She was pretty sure her face was back to normal, so she looked back at Jackie with her flirty, joking smile.

"You're a young man, it's going to happen. Sometimes, it's going to happen, and then just happen to brush against me, so...lets just try not to let it be uncomfortable."
 
Jackie blinked, confused. He'd never heard that expression before. But he realized what she was talking about. He looked away for a moment, thinking on how to respond. Finally, he walked over to her, and bowed. "I apologize if I offended. I've never really met a woman who could be so mysterious and yet straightforward at the same time."

He straightened up, and looked into her eyes. "I'd like to do anything I can to help you. Is there any way I can help out around here today?"
 
She shook her head, leaning back on the counter to eat. "No, I can't think of anything particular for you to do around the house. But if you notice anything you feel like taking care of, I'm be grateful for the help."

Finishing her english muffin, she put the plate into the sink and turned back around. "Also, no, you didn't offend me. It's sort of a compliment, in a way, to think I have an effect like...that...on a person. I can only hope I didn't offend you, pointing it out the way I did. If so, I appologize."

Orihime took her own turn to bow, giving a view down the valley of her cleavage. And she had meant what she said, it was a nice boost to her ego that such a handsome young man found her attractive enough to get such a physical reaction.

"I have a few classes to get to today, but I'll be home no later than one. Will you be alright on your own again?"
 
Jackie nodded slowly, grateful for the generous view down Orihime's shirt. He smiled, and considered her question. "I should be fine. Though I wouldn't mind your company. But if you have classes, you should get those out of the way."

He tilted his head in thought, then looked into her eyes. "What would you do if I kissed you? After all, that was an interesting response to..."
 
Orihime was a bit surprised by the question, coming from out of left field as it was, and was left speechless for a while. Eventually, she was able to offer a shy smile, and started to move slowly closer to Jackie.

"I...I suppose, if you kissed me...then I might...kiss you back."

She stood before him, looking up from her shorter height to meet his eyes, arms behind her in the small of her back, the distance between them mere inches, and quietly waited.
 
Jackie smiled at her response. It was adorable, and the way she stood there was endearing. He slowly leaned down, and pressed his lips to hers gently, waiting for her reaction. It wasn't a full blown kiss of passion, mainly because he wanted to see what she wanted first.
 
At first, Orihime was simply allowing herself to be kissed, standing perfectly still. Then she felt herself melting into the soft kiss, and responded in kind...not deep and passionate, just light and gentle, which was somehow better. Her eyes closed slowly, and she closed her arms around Jackie's waist, pressing herself to his body. She could feel the lingering proof of his arousal against her stomach, and no doubt he would feel the stiffness of her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. After a full minute had passed, she stepped back from him, once again silent.
 
Jackie was surprised to feel her arms around his waist. He repeated the gesture, holding her close for the duration of the kiss. He could definitely feel her nipples poking through her shirt. When she broke the kiss and pulled away, he smiled, looking at her. "Thank you for the kiss, Orihime."
 
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