“I know” said Orihime, “but this is drastic! XXX Moving behind the redheaed healer in a spoon position, Rukia embraced Orihime. She pulled both down in one graceful movement. In a way it did, but she new that the big reason was her fault. I promised”. “That damned Yoruichi” she thought, because she could only think, no words would escape her lips. The water lapped at her breast as her nipples made contact and the tingling began. Rukia felt the warmth of Orihime’s beasts as they cradled her face inbetween them. They walked along, bickering back and forth in the warm summer sun. Placing repeated soft kisses, Rukia’s lips started their journey, little by little to Orihime’s swollen nipple and at the same time her hands, wrapped around the young healer, found the zipper that would remove the skirt that Orihime wore.
