Ichigo groaned as he watched Angel suffering in front of him. "You're doing it all wrong again."
"ARGH!" she screamed, throwing her arms in the air. "I GIVE UP!"
Ichigo shook his head in annoyance. "Tell me again how you're the class rep.?"
Angel turned around and glared at him, shutting him up immediately.
It was the last week of summer break and Angel was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table trying to finish up her math homework. But Ichigo, who was lying face-down on the couch behind her, was making things worse by pointing out every one of her mistakes for each problem.
She couldn't explain it. Just a few weeks back she was doing extremely well in that calculus class but that short-teacher decided to teach new materials on the last few days! And what's more, he assigned way too many homework that went beyond what Ichigo knew.
"Can I kill Montes-sensei now?" she groaned.
"No because that would be illegal," he replied, patting her head, "Just calm down and think about it. That kid is pretty good at giving easy explanations; heck, he helped me out a lot in high school too."
Angel groaned as she dropped her head on the table. "I just can't make sense of anything."
Ichigo chuckled as he sat up, grunting as he stretched his muscles. "Let me make lunch while you tackle this," he said. Leaning forward, Ichigo swept her hair aside to place a light kiss on the back of her neck before standing up and making his way to the kitchen.
"…I want something cheesy," she shouted out to him.
"We had pizza last night. Think of something more creative," he shouted back.
Angel sighed as she stretched her arms across the table in front of her. "Well, how about something refreshing? It's freakin' hot right now."
Ichigo, who was peering inside the refrigerator, nodded to himself. "There are some soba noodles. Want to eat some zaru soba*?"
"Yes!" she cheered.
Ichigo pulled out the soup base from the refrigerator and placed it on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a pot and started to boil some water. "How's it going over there?" he called out to her as the noodles started to cook.
He only got a groan as a response causing him to laugh outloud.
After coming back from the beach, their relationship has gone better…well, the yelling and kicking (on her part at least) was still there, but now they (more like he) couldn't keep their hands off each other.
He'd catch her off guard, either in the kitchen or in the living room, grabbing her from random places to just slobber kisses all over her. At first she was either too shocked or too embarrassed to do anything. But in a few days she started to respond…not just respond, but battle out for dominance.
Ichigo smirked as he thought back to the last few days they were at the beach. At first it was awkward to look at her after their first kiss. But on the last night of the trip, the tension was so great, especially since they were sharing a room, that Ichigo did what any normal man would do…sadly, it didn't end the way he wanted it to.
Flashback
Ichigo groaned as switched position on the futon located right next to the bed. It was the last day of their trip and they were planning on driving back to Tokyo the next day so he was trying to sleep as much as possible but it was impossible. The air conditioner just HAD to break on the last day, making the heat unbearable.
"Fuck," he cursed as he sat up and quickly ripped his shirt off. He was literally sweating through all his clothes!
"Is there not even a single fan in this house?"
Ichigo turned around to see Angel not doing any better on top of the bed. She was panting from the lack of air. Ichigo scratched his head and groaned. "There is but my sisters are using it. My dad just went out to borrow one from the Watanbe's so just wait a bit more."
"Mo, I can't take it anymore!" she groaned before pulling off her shirt.
A blush spread across Ichigo's cheek and he started to freak out. "AN-ANGEL! What the fuck are you doing?!"
Angel huffed out heavy breathes before looking at him. "I'm still wearing a bikini underneath so don't act too embarrassed. And it's way too hot to even think about being proper right now."
"Still," Ichigo looked away, "You could've warned me a little."
Angel was about to snap back as she usually does but immediately reddened when her mind suddenly went back to the festive night only a few days ago. "Oh," she whispered as she looked away too.
An awkward silence surrounded their room and the heat was just making things worse. Ichigo tried to ignore it, but his eyes just kept going back to Angel who was looking out the window. But what was really catching his eyes was the fact she was practically sweating through her light-colored bikini and he could see the definite shape of her breast. Sure he enjoyed every moment of their kiss all those days ago but he knew he regretted it. After all, she was his student no matter what role they were playing in front of his family at the moment.
But that didn't mean she wasn't a woman—Ichigo snapped his eye shut and looked off at the wall opposite of the window to stop his indecent thoughts. But his breathing was deeper now.
When she heard his huffing breath, Angel looked over in concern. "Ichigo? You okay?"
"Y-yeah," he stuttered, rubbing his head with his hand. Student, student, STUDENT!
"Are you sure? You're breathing really hard," she said as she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Ichigo?"
The moment he felt her delicate hand on his shoulders, whatever resolve he had snapped. "Fuck it!" he cursed before jumping on the bed.
"Ichigo?!" Angel squeaked when Ichigo jumped on her. "What are you—" For the second time her words got cut off when Ichigo grabbed the back of her head and dragged her to him as he kissed her fully on the mouth.
Her eyes widened at the impact. She raised her hand to try and push him away but the moment she felt his tongue ran across her lips, her strength immediately disappeared and she gave in again.
Ichigo groaned in approval when he felt her parting her lips for him to enter. Ichigo gently nipped her lips before slipping his tongue into her at the same time pushing her slightly back, both landing on the bed.
Angel whimpered the moment she felt the soft mattress on her back and Ichigo almost lost control at the sweet sound. His kiss became deeper and even more forceful as he held onto either side of her face. His thumbs massaged her jaw to keep her relaxed as his tongue performed another battle with her own.
"Angel," he breathed against her as his lips started to kiss their way down her neck.
The woman moaned as his tongue licked at every drop of sweat that was now falling because of him and not so much because of the heat. One of her arms wrapped around his shoulders as the other one ran a path down his muscular back. She heard a small groan against her neck as her fingers travelled down his wet skin.
"Angel," he moaned again as a hand came down and started to gently knead one of her breasts.
"Ichigo!" she gasped before biting her lower lip to stop her voice from getting any louder. After all, the twins were still in the other room, not sleeping since noise was unmistakably coming through the walls.
Ichigo's confidence grew even more when she arched her back, rubbing her clothed-chest against his bare one. He then felt her hand running down his chest, feeling all the bumps and shapes of his muscles. His breathing hitched as he bit down on her pulse point. His hand immediately clamped down on her mouth to block her startled yelp as his tongue smoothed the pain.
"Angel, relax for me," he whispered as he came back up to suck her lower lip in-between his own lips. "Baby, tell me you like what I'm doing to you," he smirked as his fingers started to tug on her hardening nipple through her bikini.
Angel gasped at the sensation. "I-Ichigo," she whimpered, closing her eyes to feel everything he was offering her, "D-don't you dare stop," she ordered.
Ichigo loved how responsive she was becoming. "As you wish," he smirked before mashing their lips together. And he almost moaned when her tongue came out to meet his. The hand that was on her breast came down to play with the hem of her thin skirt before shoving his fingers between the skirt and her wet skin. Angel moaned as she felt his fingers playing against her skin. And just as he was about to move up higher—
BAM!
The two jumped away from each other as if they touched something hot when the door suddenly swung open and slammed against the opposite wall. They dared not look over to the door, mentally hoping for the same thing:
Please say you didn't see anything!
But life was never fair.
"KYA! Aira! We're going to be grandparents soon!" Jacob squealed causing the two to stiffen.
"GET OUT!" Ichigo yelled at him with his red face.
"Don't be shy my son!" Jacob laughed, "It's completely normal for young people to express their love—"
"That's it!" Ichigo cut his father off by running after him. "Come back here you perverted bastard!"
Angel watched in silence as Ichigo chased after his father, with Jacod screaming "MY SON IS A MAN! HE'S NOT IMPOTENT! I'M GOING TO BE GRANDFATHER!" and with Ichigo yelling at him to shut up. She sighed. This was not how she was hoping to end this once-great vacation.
"What's going on Angel-neesan?"
Angel looked up to see Megumi and Megan standing by the open door. She shook her head. "You seriously don't want to know."
Ichigo smirked against her neck as his tongue flicked against her pulse point.
"Ichigo," Angel gasped as Ichigo's ministration became even more intense every time she became more responsive.
They had just finished their cool lunch. And since Ichigo made the meal,Angel was automatically in charge of washing the dishes. Just as she finished and turned off the faucet, she felt his warm body right behind her and Ichigo's mouth suddenly attacking her neck.
With each passing day he was jumping on her more often and with more force that it was slowly driving her mad.
"Eungh," she bit her lower lip as a moan came out. Ichigo's hands were in front of her, kneading her hips in his tight grip as his mouth bit down on her again. "Ichigo! Don't—mhmm, d-don't leave a mark," she gasped.
Ichigo snickered against her neck before whispering into her ear. "You can easily cover it up so don't worry."