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Bleach, "Shade at the Beach" (Ichigo/Orihime)
Pairing: Ichigo/Orihime
Rating: PG
Warnings: beach-related issues, pure fluff
Prompt: 063 "summer" at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Ichigo hates going to the beach. He gets sticky and overheated and sunburned and then his friends enjoy the view more than he does.
.shade at the beach.
"Ichigo, my friend," Keigo breathed reverently, "you are the luckiest man in the world."
His attention was fixed squarely on Orihime, his eyes raptly following her -- or her chest -- as she scrambled to knock the volleyball back over the net at her other friends. Her flimsy bathing suit was not offering much in the way of modesty or support. Ichigo took his sunglasses off for a moment to give Keigo a flat look. Sometimes he thought Keigo did stupid shit like this deliberately for the attention.
Ichigo hated to give him what he wanted, but he was just going to have to beat the crap out of him.
Mizuiro leaned over them and said avidly, "Ah, Shiori-san came today again! Keigo, that's my friend -- the one who asked me if two of her girlfriends could come back to my apartment with us. Don't you think that bikini looks amazing on her--"
And just like that, Ichigo's dilemma was solved; Keigo was on his feet like a rocket, clinging to Mizuiro's arm and all but dragging him in their direction impatiently. Mizuiro might have winked at Ichigo as he vanished from sight, but Ichigo couldn't see the other side of his face, so maybe he was just blinking.
Either way, Ichigo settled back onto his beach towel and sighed. The sun always made him feel lazy and overheated, and if he moved even a little, he had to slather on yet more sunscreen lotion -- he was already wearing so much that he could hardly feel the sea breeze. He hated the way sunscreen felt, so as a result his trips to the beach were often spent napping in the warmth.
He almost preferred last year's vacation, even if it had consisted of Rukia almost being executed.
But it was worth it to watch Orihime: she and Tatsuki were having so much fun, crying out and laughing breathlessly while they darted around to keep the volleyball from hitting the ground. Ichigo found that the sweetest part of the view wasn't Orihime's very generous breasts (although they were also nice to watch) but rather her face -- flushed with excitement, almost shining with pleasure.
A tiny, treacherous part of him thought that Keigo was right, and he really was the luckiest man in the world.
He'd die before he admitted it.
A groan and a cheer went up from the volleyball net as Tatsuki landed the winning blow, and there was some good-natured applause. Orihime trotted over and dropped to her knees beside Ichigo, complaining cheerfully, "I'm so pink! I think I'm getting a sunburn."
Ichigo eyed the attractive expanse of pale thigh near his head and said gruffly, "I told you you should've used more lotion."
"Mmmm, I guess it was silly not to listen." Orihime leaned over him, blocking the sun, and suggested, "Can you put more on me?"
He could hear Keigo passing out of a sudden nosebleed. The poor bastard wasn't in hearing distance, he might not even know why, but Ichigo could tell. Right now, he almost sympathized. From her wide eyes and unwavering smile she had no idea why this might not be appropriate.
Ichigo ignored the question and muttered, "It wasn't silly. I don't like the way sunscreen feels, myself." The heat and maybe sunburn could explain the red in his face.
"Really?" She sounded genuinely interested, and slumped to lie on the blanket beside him, touching him only a little, her fingertips curled against his arm and her knees bumping his thigh. "I don't either! To be honest with you--" Orihime smiled a little, rueful. "Normally when Tatsuki-chan drags me to the beach, I just find a shady place and nap the whole time. She thinks I'm so boring."
Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about being dragged there often. Ichigo's lips quirked up, and he closed his eyes. "I'm not exactly Mr. Excitement myself."
"Liar," she told him, and then there was silence for a long time as both of them drifted off.
Rating: PG
Warnings: beach-related issues, pure fluff
Prompt: 063 "summer" at
fanfic100Ichigo hates going to the beach. He gets sticky and overheated and sunburned and then his friends enjoy the view more than he does.
.shade at the beach.
"Ichigo, my friend," Keigo breathed reverently, "you are the luckiest man in the world."
His attention was fixed squarely on Orihime, his eyes raptly following her -- or her chest -- as she scrambled to knock the volleyball back over the net at her other friends. Her flimsy bathing suit was not offering much in the way of modesty or support. Ichigo took his sunglasses off for a moment to give Keigo a flat look. Sometimes he thought Keigo did stupid shit like this deliberately for the attention.
Ichigo hated to give him what he wanted, but he was just going to have to beat the crap out of him.
Mizuiro leaned over them and said avidly, "Ah, Shiori-san came today again! Keigo, that's my friend -- the one who asked me if two of her girlfriends could come back to my apartment with us. Don't you think that bikini looks amazing on her--"
And just like that, Ichigo's dilemma was solved; Keigo was on his feet like a rocket, clinging to Mizuiro's arm and all but dragging him in their direction impatiently. Mizuiro might have winked at Ichigo as he vanished from sight, but Ichigo couldn't see the other side of his face, so maybe he was just blinking.
Either way, Ichigo settled back onto his beach towel and sighed. The sun always made him feel lazy and overheated, and if he moved even a little, he had to slather on yet more sunscreen lotion -- he was already wearing so much that he could hardly feel the sea breeze. He hated the way sunscreen felt, so as a result his trips to the beach were often spent napping in the warmth.
He almost preferred last year's vacation, even if it had consisted of Rukia almost being executed.
But it was worth it to watch Orihime: she and Tatsuki were having so much fun, crying out and laughing breathlessly while they darted around to keep the volleyball from hitting the ground. Ichigo found that the sweetest part of the view wasn't Orihime's very generous breasts (although they were also nice to watch) but rather her face -- flushed with excitement, almost shining with pleasure.
A tiny, treacherous part of him thought that Keigo was right, and he really was the luckiest man in the world.
He'd die before he admitted it.
A groan and a cheer went up from the volleyball net as Tatsuki landed the winning blow, and there was some good-natured applause. Orihime trotted over and dropped to her knees beside Ichigo, complaining cheerfully, "I'm so pink! I think I'm getting a sunburn."
Ichigo eyed the attractive expanse of pale thigh near his head and said gruffly, "I told you you should've used more lotion."
"Mmmm, I guess it was silly not to listen." Orihime leaned over him, blocking the sun, and suggested, "Can you put more on me?"
He could hear Keigo passing out of a sudden nosebleed. The poor bastard wasn't in hearing distance, he might not even know why, but Ichigo could tell. Right now, he almost sympathized. From her wide eyes and unwavering smile she had no idea why this might not be appropriate.
Ichigo ignored the question and muttered, "It wasn't silly. I don't like the way sunscreen feels, myself." The heat and maybe sunburn could explain the red in his face.
"Really?" She sounded genuinely interested, and slumped to lie on the blanket beside him, touching him only a little, her fingertips curled against his arm and her knees bumping his thigh. "I don't either! To be honest with you--" Orihime smiled a little, rueful. "Normally when Tatsuki-chan drags me to the beach, I just find a shady place and nap the whole time. She thinks I'm so boring."
Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about being dragged there often. Ichigo's lips quirked up, and he closed his eyes. "I'm not exactly Mr. Excitement myself."
"Liar," she told him, and then there was silence for a long time as both of them drifted off.
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And Ichigo, you closet pervert!
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And Ichigo would take offense at that! He was totally going to defend her honor. Until she distracted him. :D
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I have a soft spot for beach scenes, and this one is just lovely. :)
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....*wibbles again*