"What?" Ichigo looked around to see it was late in the evening now. His room was completely dark except for the small bit of light that was shining into his room from the hallway. He looked up to see who woke him up when his breath got taken away from him.
Bushū Angel kneeling on his bed, looking at him with her hypnotic eyes that sucked him in.
"Ichigo," she called his name again, "I just came to ask if you wanted to have dinner. It's already eight."
Ichigo released the breath he didn't know—nor knew why—he was holding. "N-no," his voice croaked, "I don't need to eat." Shit, the things Angel does to him.
Angel looked at him with a frown. "You sure?" she asked as she reached over to part his orange bangs off his sweaty forehead, "You don't look so good. Maybe you should eat something."
Ichigo shook his head. "I'm fine," he answered a bit too aggressively.
Angel glared at him. "Fine, don't eat. Heck, starve to death for all I care! I come in here to offer you something to calm you down but you just turn it down like I'm going to poison your food." She stood up from his bed and started to walk away.
"Angel," Ichigo growled.
"What?" she turned around to glare at him but was startled when his hand reached out to grab her wrist and drag her petite body back to his bed. "Ichigo!" she squeaked as she landed on top of him.
When she started to struggle against him, Ichigo wrapped an arm around her waist and used the other hand to hold onto her chin. "Stay still," he ordered.
Angel stiffened when she heard his stern tone. He never talked to her like that. She looked up to see Ichigo's amber eyes probing her face as if wanting to embed every last bit of detail about her face into his brain. Just the thought of that caused her to blush. "Ichigo—"
"Stay with me," he whispered in a low husky voice that send shiver down her spine. Before Angel could answer, Ichigo flipped them over so he was now hovering above her. He leaned down and dangerously whispered "Don't leave me."
The moment his intense eyes connected with her startled ones was when she realized his was being seriously. Her throat suddenly dried up and all she could do was swallow and nod.
That was all Ichigo needed to claim her lips for the hundredth time that day, all previous thoughts of concern flying out of his mind.
As if setting off a trigger, Angel started moaning against his lips and responding just the way he liked it. She held onto his shoulders as he was allowed free access to once again run his hand all over her body.
Petite it may be, but it was all woman.
The two angled their mouth to opposite directions to deepen their kiss as they became even more heated with each strangled moan that escaped their mouth and entered the other person's. His hand started to roam down her body as it reached for the hem of her shirt. His fingers slipped under the cloth and made its way upwards.
Angel's concentration on Ichigo's lips stopped the moment she felt his fingers picking on her nipple. "I-Ichi-g-go," she gasped. Though her mouth stopped moving, Ichigo kept his tongue inside her mouth as his fingers continued its magic on her breast.
"Angel," he sighed as he finally moved his mouth across her jaw and to her neck. Without even being asked, Angel moved her head to the side to allow him more access as her grip on his shirt tightened. Getting annoyed that he still wasn't touching enough of her he slipped his eager fingers under her bra and resumed his ministration. Angel reacted even more at the sudden skin-to-skin contact.
The heat was becoming almost unbearable to Angel as she felt a warm feeling running across her lower stomach. Bothered that she wasn't feeling enough of him while he was touching some of her most intimate parts, Angel grabbed his clothes and pulled it up.
When Ichigo felt her tugging on his shirt, he quickly pulled away from her to help her pull his shirt off before immediately clamping back down to her neck. He fought off a shiver as her curious fingers started to claw on his bare back. Angel loved the feeling of his broad muscles against her hands that she just couldn't resist one of her hands coming forward to the front.
Ichigo moaned as he felt her cool hand roaming across his chest and back. It was getting too much for the young man. In a single move Ichigo lifted Angel's shirt up. Her arms were pulled back by the sudden force as her shirt came over her head but it stopped when it got caught at her wrist. Her arms were now held above her head and she couldn't move as Ichigo yanked the bra down to expose her breasts to him.
Perfect, was the only word that ran across his mind the moment he saw them.
"Ichigo!" she gasped, her face reddening from suddenly being exposed. "What are you doing?!"
"Getting my share of the fun," he smirked at her before reaching down to touch her. His eyes immediately got glazed over with intense lust.
"B-but," she stuttered, biting her lower lip to stop her moans, "I can't move," she struggled against the binds of her shirt.
"That's the point," he snickered before lowering his lips.
Angel felt her breathing stop the moment she felt his lips puckering down on her nipple. Her eyes closed shut as she felt one of her breasts being touched in a way she never knew it could be touched. She gasped the moment Ichigo's tongue flickered across the nipple, soon starting to suck on it.
"Ichigo," she huffed out in deep breathes, "I-ah!" she squeaked when one of his hands plucked and play with her neglected breast at the same time. He transitioned from one after the other while Angel could only pant with her hands still bound above her.
Ichigo groaned when Angel unconsciously moved and rubbed against his groin. "An-Angel," he stuttered, "Don't move around too much," he said as he went back to kiss her red lips. "You're making things harder for me."
"How is that? Isn't it helping?" she teased against his lips.
Ichigo chuckled as he kissed her and she returned it. He suddenly stopped and huffed out a deep breath. "We should really stop now," he muttered.
But Angel would have none of it. She started to grind herself against his still form. "Ichigo," she pouted, "Don't leave me."
Ichigo groaned as he held her hips to steady her. "I won't but we have to stop." He removed his hands off her body and quickly pulled her bra back to cover her breasts and her shirt to fully cover her luscious body.
"Why?" she quietly whined.
"Because," he leaned over to kiss her lips before continuing, "I don't want you to hate me when you wake up tomorrow, baby. Now, let's just go to sleep," he smiled before pulling the covers—which were barely hanging off the bed—over their bodies.
But Angel kept her pout. "You're not playing fair, Ichigo."
Ichigo chuckled as he kissed her lower lip that was sticking out. "All in good time, baby. Just try and sleep for now. We did enough for your first night."
Angel blushed at the thought. She glared at him before turning over to her other side, showing Ichigo her back.
The orange head merely chuckled before he wrapped his arms around her warm body and pulled her into his chest. "Goodnight," he kissed her ear before dropping his head onto the pillow.
"…'Night," she reluctantly replied but snuggled deeper into his warmth.
Ichigo smiled as he closed his eyes and allowed a peaceful sleep to take over him.
For now, no matter how short it would be, he just wanted this peace to stay with them as long as possible. Just like this. Bushū Angel wrapped up against Walker Ichigo. What else could he ask for?
"…"
Of course things weren't so peaceful when he had to go to the bathroom for a quick cold shower to get rid of his blue balls. Maybe things weren't going to be so peaceful from now on.