She could barely breathe as heavy pants passed her lips- too quickly to supply her body with oxygen. Her muscles were growing weak, and she didn't know how long she could keep up the pace. Finally she caved, giving in to her body's desire. Having run through the large field for so long, she couldn't feel her legs anymore. She tripped over the tiniest stone that lay hidden in the long grass, and her body hit the dirt like an anvil. She cried out as she tumbled, her clothes getting torn up even more than they already were. As soon as she stopped rolling along the ground, she could hear the monster catching up to her.
She tried to get up to run again, but no sooner than she got her hands underneath her she felt a huge, clawed hand press her down to the ground again with crushing force. She yelled all that she could, but found she couldn't take in another breath. She could barely move enough to struggle at all beneath the hollow's body weight. The arm alone was enough to hold her in place. She heard it cackle evilly, and it crushed down hard one last time.
"Hey you ugly freak!" Kamiko quickly snapped her head in the direction of the voice as a boy cried out and slashed at the hollow on top of her. When she was free she instantly did what she could to scurry away from the battle at hand. From a distance she watched as the orange haired boy cut away at the disgusting, bug-shaped ghost and eventually cut it down.
With blue eyes she watched him carefully. He was now looking around the field with a confused glare on his face. "Ah, where'd she go...?" Soon he reached up to scratch his head in puzzlement. Was he looking for her? She blinked and slowly stood. He had his back turned to her, and obviously hadn't noticed her yet. Out of nowhere he turned, and the surprise made Kamiko yelp slightly and fall backwards onto the ground. She had hoped that he might not have noticed her, and that she might get away while she still had the chance. But after that, she was more than sure she had been spotted.
She lay where she was, rubbing her head from where she had hit it. Through the long grass she heard a rustling, and when she opened her eyes she found herself staring at the brown eyes of the boy. Her cheeks tinted pink out of embarrassment and she broke the eye contact. She wasn't really good with talking to people in such awkward situations, and she didn't know exactly what she should say. She didn't even know this guy. And how difficult it seemed to just say 'thank you'.
She stood and scratched the back of her head, trying to think of what to say. Before she had a chance to even think of how to tell him 'thank you' he blinked, and his eyes drifted downwards. She stared at him confused for a moment before glancing down herself. Her clothing was torn, her shirt in shreds and her school skirt in no better condition. "Oh." She blushed and covered herself as best as she could. Her innocent eyes searched around for something that she might cover herself with, but she found nothing. Only a small shadow lying on the grass could be seen.
Kamiko heard a twig snap, making her jump for fear it was another hollow. Her arms swung around the boy in front of her, and she held on as if for her life. Her body shook, and she felt like she could barely stand again. It was embarrassing to her to be in such a state. She could feel her breath bouncing off of his chest and warming her cheeks, making her blush a little more. When she thought the coast was clear, she backed up slightly, her arms still loosely around his stomach.
As she glanced up to his face she noticed a faint blush of his own, and he was staring at her intently. Finally seeming to be able to think, he sighed. "...You should get out of those clothes..." He reached forward, slowly pulling on the small tie at the front of her uniform. She hadn't an idea what to do as it slid loose and fell to the ground, and he reached his arms to sit on her skirt. He began to lean towards her, and before his lips touched hers she ran her tongue along them to moisten them. And yet she still couldn't gather her thoughts.
As their lips finally connected he gripped the fabric of her skirt and she could feel it rise up slightly from being pulled. She swallowed hard, trying to make it unnoticeable. She assumed it did when she felt his tongue slowly slide across her lips, eventually parting them. Her own tongue was awaiting his, and soon they began to dance back and forth as his left hand slid up and around the front of her body. His right hand slid around her back and coaxed her forward, almost flush against him. Her lips parted when she gasped, and he took the time to suck on her lower lip.
As his hand reached her chest she leaned her head back, almost looking as if she were about to fall. She might have if not for his arm holding her there. Slowly he began to knead her chest, and being unable to reach her lips, settled for kissing her neck and collarbone. She sighed airily, and her legs began to feel weak. She pulled one leg up, rubbing it against the other to try and quell the tingling between them. It did no good.
She bit her lip carefully and ran her hand up his back until it reached his neck. She almost lost her balance when his knees bent, bringing her to a sitting position and her legs on either side of him. She carefully lifted her head back up, and breathed out slowly on his ear as he busied his lips with her collarbone. It made him shudder, and he pulled his head back up to again kiss her lips. Slowly he leaned her back onto the flattened grass behind her, following her until he stretched out above her.
She shuddered from the cold as he lifted up slightly, running his hand down her stomach. He traced her leg for a moment then ran his fingertips up her inner thigh, making her breath catch and her body shudder. He stopped kissing her, and turned his head to watch as he lifted her skirt enough that he could see what he was doing. He swallowed loudly, huffing out a breath he hadn't really been holding as he ran his fingers clumsily along the trim of her underwear.
Carefully and quickly he lifted the fabric and he ran his middle finger along her wet lips. His fingers found their way to her entrance and he slowly slid the first one inside. He could hear her gasp and she fought to keep her knees from bending up. After a moment he turned to watch her. She was biting her lips and he flexed his wrist back and forth, never seeming to go fast enough. He leaned his head down to breathe on her ear, making her insides crawl and her legs clamp down on his arm.
As he slid a second finger in she began to squirm. Her breaths were beginning to grow ragged, but something was left completely unsatisfied. Slowly it began to fester inside her, making her almost bored. Her once closed eyes opened and she reached down suddenly and grabbed his arm tightly. Instead of giving him time to become confused, she slid her fingertips down his arm until they met the base of his hand. He watched her eyes the entire time, the way she was so close to glaring at him.
Slowly she moved her hand to take the position of his own. He was more confused than ever, but watched her face still. Her features loosened when she slid a finger forward, joining his amongst her dripping cavern. Her long fingers sunk much deeper than he had cared to go before, and finally her body gave a shudder of being satisfied. It was short lived as her needs began to grow. Coming back to reality Ichigo began to move his wrist in time with hers, and he pushed further and harder, hoping to watch her squirm again.
When he got a feel for what she was dying for, she retracted her hand and brought her wet finger up to circle the throbbing nub of skin that sat hardly above Ichigo's thrusting hand. Her circular pace grew faster and faster until Ichigo suddenly removed his fingers from her. She stopped, almost tempted to whine. He licked his fingers clean as quickly as he could before leaning to lick her neck in long, thick strokes.
Trying to move quickly, he grasped her underwear and began to pull it down the best he could with one hand. He couldn't have her getting bored and quitting the game. As soon as they were low enough he let her kick them off and worked on untying the sash that held his black pants up. He fumbled with it for what seemed like eternity before it finally came undone, and he dropped his hand to the ground beside her to hold up his weight and keep from falling. He entangled his tongue with hers again until he felt that he could hold himself up with one arm again, and reached back to the trim of his pants.
Releasing a shuddering breath, he pulled them only low enough in the front to expose himself. He grasped his erection lightly, guiding it as he pushed at her entrance. She held her breath and he took careful time to try to not hurt her. His self control was almost at its end. As soon as he was submerged within her far enough, he pulled back and began thrusting slowly. It didn't last long as shivers travelled through his hips and up his back. Watching her writhe below him, he couldn't help but pick up the pace for his own needs.
With each thrust he huffed out as much air as he could from his lungs before taking another quick breath in. It was all he could do from holding his breath. She was having almost the same problem, but had yet to keep from holding her breath out of pleasure. She raised her hips slowly, hoping to find a better angle that would help ease the ache in her stomach and the tension in her muscles. Her legs held firm against his sides, and she tried as hard as possible not to lift them up and around his back.
She reached down and again circled the small bit of skin that was dying for much needed attention. It made her stomach flex and suck in, and her breaths were becoming shorter and shorter. Soon she felt his thrusts getting rougher and more uneven, and he began to grit his teeth. With one hard shove forward he finally felt himself releasing. He did what he could to thrust a few more times before his energy was spent. He lowered his body, barely keeping all of his body weight from resting on hers. His pants were cool against her neck, and she stared at the stars aimlessly.
"Thank you..." Having not expected her light tone of voice, Ichigo quickly glanced up to her face. She was smiling softly, her cheeks flushed. A light happiness filled her as a sort of joy filled her soul. Then as if in a dream, he could begin to see the blades of grass through her. His eyes widened in surprise as she slowly began to fade away, eventually disappearing completely. He was too shocked to do anything, and ended up staring only at the grass below him. Looking away from where she had once been, he stopped in shock. A shadow lay not far away from where he had killed the hollow. It was clothed in a torn white shirt, and a pleated school skirt...
