Ichigo released a sigh of relief as the apartment got quiet again. He looked down at Angel ready to start again when he noticed a frown on her face, her eyes still at the answering machine. "Oi, pay attention," he snarled.
Angel looked back at him with a stern look. "Does it really look like I want to do something after that?" she pointed to the machine.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Just ignore it," he said and tried to dive for her lips again but Angel turned away. "Com'on, are you seriously going to let that stupid phone call stop us?" he asked.
"Are you going to call her back?" she simply asked.
A growl escaped his lips when she ignored his own question. He gently, but firmly, grabbed her chin and brought it up so she was looking at him again. He was staring down at her with his intense eyes as he lowered his lips. "No," he replied, lips moving above hers as he whispered against her, "How can I when I'm completely wrapped up with someone like you right now?"
Angel's eyes widened at his startling confession when he took the opportunity to come at her lips again. This time she didn't avoid him but lightly moaned as their lips danced against each other in gently movements.
Knowing her mind was back on him and only him, Ichigo decided not to waste anymore time. His hand, which was still under her skirt, finally made its way up to the hem of her panties. He lightly traced over the lace, drawing out a sensual moan from Angel who was squirming under him. It took all of him to not lose complete control as he tried to steady himself. He didn't want to rush into things but take their time to enjoy every moment of it. But with her constant moaning, squirming, and not to mention her nails clawing him against his shirt was making his hand on her panties twitch with anticipation.
"Slow down baby," he mumbled with one of her lips in between his own.
"Ichi-go," she only replied as she arched against him again.
Ichigo growled as he fingers finally hooked onto her panties—
Ring Ring Ring!
"Oh come on!" Ichigo screamed as he dropped his head against Angel's shoulder again. Every time he was ready to take the bigger step someone just had to interrupt him!
Angel was not doing any better than Ichigo. The moment she heard the phone again, she let out a frustrated groan and glared at the phone.
The machine got the call again, but this time another voice came on.
"Oi Ichigo! It's me, Lucy. I know you're there so pick up!"
There was a pause of confusion as Ichigo and Angel looked at each other, both wondering the same two things: why is Lucy calling? And should they pick it up?
"Take your damn hands out of Bushū's skirt and answer—"
"Shut up!" Ichigo screamed into the phone. His eyebrows knitted together when he heard the annoying laughter of the older woman on the other side of the phone. He had immediately jumped up to answer the call the moment she mentioned about his hands up Angel's skirt… yes it was true, but she didn't need to say it like that.
Ichigo's eyes strayed to a blushing Angel who was trying to readjust her clothes as she picked up her homework. She mumbled something about going back to her room to finish it, and quickly disappeared.
Ichigo released a frustrated groan at the lost opportunity of having Angel against him. "What the fuck do you want?" he growled.
"Oh, somebody's angry. Did I just 'cockblock' you?" Lucy snickered.
Ichigo cringed. "I really don't want to talk about something like that with you."
Lucy chuckled. "Fine. I just wanted to let you know two things. First, you forgot to fill up Mark's car when you returned it so now that bastard is stuck in the middle of nowhere—"
Meanwhile, in the middle of nowhere…
"Lucy! Quickly send Vince over!" Mark screamed into the blazing hot sun as he lied on top of his dead car.
"—And second, I was by your place a little while ago and I was the one who got rid of that Inoue girl. Seriously, she was about to knock your door down."
"So it was you, huh?" Ichigo sighed, "Anyways, thanks for doing that."
"No problem. I know how persistent that girl is," Lucy responded, "She's a really nice girl but she just has to realize that you're not going to go out with her. Hasn't years of separation been enough to tell her to move on?"
"I wish I knew the answer to that one. But according to Andrew, she's still hoping for the impossible," Ichigo grumbled as he rubbed his face.
"Oh, it's impossible? Does that mean little Ichigo finally decide to settle down? Is it with Bushū?"
A blush ran across Ichigo's. "W-what are you talking about ?!"
Lucy laughed out loud. "Aw, don't act shy Ichigo. I know you were trying to get busy with Bushū. Why, was the vacation to beach not enough alone time with her?"
"Shut up!" Ichigo screamed into the phone, "There's nothing going on! Or did you forget she's my student?!"
"More like you forgot about that," Lucy said in a stern voice that froze Ichigo in his seat. "I'm right, aren't I?" she continued after hearing no response from the other line.
"…Shut up, Lucy," Ichigo growled lowly as he quickly hung up the phone. He stayed still on the couch as her last few sentence kept playing over and over again in his head.
After a few more minutes, Ichigo pushed himself up and made his way to his room. But just as he passed Angel's room, he stopped and stared at her closed door. He didn't know how long he stood there or when his hand came up, but just as his tight fist was about to make contact with her door, he stopped and stood still. Then, his fist fell next to his side like a dead-weight, and he quickly went into his room, slamming the door shut out of frustration.
He dropped his heavy body onto the bed, burying his head into his pillow to muffle the sound of his groan.
Today started out mediocre and then into something fabulous, and now, it felt like a whole ton of weight fell on his shoulders.
First of all, he was getting annoyed by Inoue and her persistent attitude. Sure she was his good friend from high school but she was still dreaming of becoming someone more in his life. Something he could never give her, especially now that he has…
Wait.
Has who?
Angel?
Ichigo frowned at the thought. How could he possibly have Angel when she's his student? Now that he was thinking about it, ever since they went to the beach he hadn't been contemplating about their 'professional' relationship every time they were together, especially when he attacked her to ravage her mouth. And seeing how Angel never really fought to stop him she hadn't thought about it either.
But the problem was that they were going back to school in a few days, to a place where they would be constantly reminded of the relationship that they should be having, only to multiply their guilt by the thousands. Which means they'll have to stay away from each other—
Ichigo groaned for the nth time that day.
It was easier said then done. He knew he wouldn't be able to easily give up the sweet, delicious drug that was Bushū Angel. If he could somehow make Angel -flavored candies, he knew he'd make a fortune out of it…Of course that'll never happen since he's not going to let anyone taste her but him.
Ichigo groaned again as his mind suddenly became possessive.
As he continued thinking about all the complications that suddenly entered his life, Ichigo's consciousness slipped away. He hadn't even realized that he fell asleep until he was suddenly jerked awake several hours later.
"Ichigo."