Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzz—WHAM!
Angel groaned as she strained to open her eyes. Everything around her seemed blurry and she couldn't focus her vision to read the time on the clock that she just smacked quiet.
"Fuck, it's already 7," she moaned as she tried to sit up. But something around her waist was stopping her. She sighed and tried to push the heavy arm off of her but he only held on tighter. "Ichigo, get up. We need to get ready for school."
"Mmm," he grunted as he pulled her body closer to him.
"Ichigo," she sighed, "It's Monday. Don't you have a staff meeting today?"
"I don't care," he mumbled against the pillow, "I need more sleep."
"Well you would have gotten more sleep if only you had left me alone last night," she glared at him.
A wide smirk appeared on his tan face before he slowly blinked open one eye to look at her. And there was that mischievous glint that always appeared right before he jumped her.
"Oh no, don't think I'm going to let you do that," she warned him. With whatever strength she had that moment Angel shoved his body away from her, successfully getting out of his tight hold.
"Hey, why are you trying to ruin the fun?" he pouted.
Angel rolled her eyes as she quickly slipped on the shirt Ichigo had on last night. She stood up from the bed and quickly started gathering all of her stuff to get ready for school. "Because unlike you, I actually want to go to school." She turned back and grinned. "Bia is treating me today after school."
Ichigo stared at her in disbelief. "So you actually won the bet?"
"Yup!" she announced happily. Angel couldn't stop thinking about how she accurately stated that Montes-sensei would kiss  Clara by the bonfire during the festival only a few days before. For some reason Bia thought Clara would instigate it first but nope! Noel actually had a back bone. "She's taking me and the others to the new café that opened up last month. I heard the cake there is really good."
"Don't tell Mark that. His heart's going to get broken," he joked as he rolled around under the covers.
"Aren't you going to get ready?" she asked him just before heading out the door.
Ichigo nodded. "You take a shower first. I'll get ready once you're done."
Angel stared at him skeptically but when another minute passed on the clock she quickly headed to the bathroom to spend the next thirty minutes getting ready for school.
Once he heard the bathroom door close, Ichigo stretched his arms in front of him before straining his body to sit up. A big yawn came from him as he scratched an itch on his chest. Looking around he noticed how messy their room had become.
After the first night they officially slept together, they ended up spending the rest of that day moving most of Angel's stuff into his room (since there was no more reason not to). But they've been so busy with school and other bedroom activities that they never really had the chance to clean up the place properly.
"Psh, we can do that next week," he groaned as he swung his legs off the side of the bed and pushed himself up. In all his nude glory, Ichigo stretched the rest of his dormant muscles before slipping on a new pair of boxers and heading out the room.
He passed by the bathroom door where he could clearly hear the shower head running, and went straight for the kitchen. He was very tempted to go inside and join Angel for a 'shower,' but she would just end up hitting him again. So he decided not to jump her in the shower…on school days at least. Once it was the weekend, she really didn't say anything to what he does to her.
When Ichigo reached the kitchen, he pulled open the refrigerator door and peer inside. There really wasn't much left in here which meant he needed to go to the groceries later after school. He reached in and started to pull out some random stuff to start making breakfast.
Several minutes passed before Angel finally came out, drying her damp hair with a towel as she made her way to where the good smell was coming from. "What are you making?"
"Just some egg and toast for breakfast," he told her without turning away from the stove, "We need to go buy some food later today."
Angel came up and stood next to him. "Well, I'm out for an hour or two after school which should give you enough time to finish your stuff and meet me at the grocery store."
"Psch," he snorted as he dumped the scramble eggs onto a plate, "No need to go that far. Let's just go to Mark Shoten. That bastard's been trying to get me to come and check out his new vegetable garden. Not to mention he has whole bunch of stuff we can get for free."
Angel merely shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed a glass of milk and sat down. "Okay, I can meet you there then."
As Ichigo brought the food to the table, he nodded back at her before taking a toast and walking away.
"Where are you going?" Angel asked as she started to spread jam on her slice of toast.
"To take a fucking shower," Ichigo replied as he disappeared into the bathroom without another look. Angel rolled her eyes as she quickly ate the breakfast Ichigo made for her.
Feeling bored without her foul-mouthed teacher next to her, Angel looked around the apartment and cringed. They really needed to clean up the place soon. Oh well, that can wait until next week.
"Look who got up late."
Angel rolled her eyes as she quickly sat down at her seat. "I'm not late."
"Yeah you are," Jane snickered, "At least for your standards. You're usually here thirty minutes before the bell rings. But now there's only a minute left."
"Jeez, thanks for telling me how boring my life is," she groaned as the bell rung. Jane grinned at her friend before heading back to her seat.
Ichigo entered through the door and walked up to the podium in front of the classroom. "'kay guys, settle down," he shouted over the noise. "I have some announcement." He waited for everyone to settle down and shut their mouths before continuing. "I just got some news from the staff meeting. Apparently on Friday, our class made the most money with the café."
A loud cheer exploded from the students of class 3-2, Jonny being the loudest of them all.
"Yeah and apparently, over the weekend the school got a lot of applications from incoming high school students so things are looking pretty good. I think you guys might get an award or something," Ichigo shrugged his shoulders.
"Does that mean we don't have to work today?" Jonny eagerly asked.
"Sorry but I'm not that generous," Ichigo said, "Let's start by discussing some questions." He turned around and started to write some stuff on the blackboard while the rest of the class pulled out their books with a heavy sigh.
But Jonny couldn't help but feel amazed at what Ichigo was teaching in front of the class. Even though his semi-permanent scowl was still in place, she could tell by his obvious body language that he was enjoying teaching the book. His muscles were relaxed and his mouth wouldn't stop moving, giving one commentary after another.
He never looked so sexy.
Angel sighed as she looked down at her book to concentrate on the class and not her teacher/lover in front of the classroom when images flashed into her mind.
Desk.
Bonfire.
Panting.
Moaning.
Thrusting.
"Ichigo!"
"Angel!"
A deep blush crept onto Angel's creamy cheeks as her eyes stayed glued on her desk. She just NOW remembered what she and Ichigo did on Friday.
To be more precise, what they did on TOP of her desk.
The images came screaming back into her mind and her body temperature was getting higher by the second!
Great, now she was going to think back to that night every time she looked at her desk now!
Not to mention just thinking about what Ichigo did to her was making her panties really damp at the moment. The blush deepened so much that Angel had to lower her head slightly to try and keep it hidden from anyone's eyes.
"Angel-chan, are you okay?"
Life is too cruel.
Angel turned her head slightly to the side and showed a small smile. "Of course I am. Why do you ask, Clara?" she whispered back.
Clara, who was in the seat next to Angel, frowned. "Because your face is really red. Are you sick again?"
Angel quickly shook her head. "I'm fine, don't worry."
"But—"
"Bushū, Rodrigo !"
The two girls flinched as they looked up to see their teacher standing before them with his famous glare. Not to mention everyone else in their class was looking at them as well.
"H-hai," Clara responded.
Ichigo looked between the two girls and asked, "Why don't you two share with the rest of the class what was so important that you had to talk while I'm giving my lecture. Is it that boring?"
Angel's blush just turned up several more shades as she thought about what might happen if she had to tell everyone what was really running through her mind.
Clara quickly shook her head frantically. "N-no, sensei! It's just that—" she looked over at Angel in worry, "—Angel-chan is looking really red so I was just worried!"
An orange brow went up as Ichigo turned to look at red faced Angel. She really wasn't looking good. "You okay Bushū?" he asked as he placed a hand on her forehead. "Feeling sick again?"
A sudden shock ran down her spine and it took everything Angel got to stop herself from moaning at just feeling his skin against her. She quickly swapped his hand away before she ended up leaning against it. "I'm fine," she answered.
"I don't think so. You said you were fine several months ago but in the end you ended up fainting," he remarked, "So I'll ask again: are you okay?"
Angel looked up and glared at her teacher. "I'm really fine so please continue with class."
"I don't know," Bia suddenly joined in, "You're looking really red."
"Yeah."
"I think so too."
"Maybe you should go lay down for a moment."
Angel looked around to see her classmates voicing their worry for her. It almost made her feel better.
"Maybe she's thinking of some hot guy or something."
Like I said, she almost felt better.
Angel turned around to glare at Jonny while wearing her sweet smile. "Please shut up, Lopez-kun."
Angel laughs as Jonny quickly hid under his desk. "Nah, I bet it's because Ichigo's lecture is really boring." Others laughed alongside her, all except Angel and Ichigo, who was still looking at her suspiciously.
"I doubt it," Bia smiled at her friend, "This is Angel we're talking about. She always pays attention."
"Is that so?" Ichigo snorts, "Then why don't Bushū tell the class where I left off before I came over here."
Angel looked at him with wide eyes as she wracked her brain to remember something, anything, about the lecture he was giving.
"…"
Nothing?! She yelled at herself mentally. Angel remained quiet as she turned her attention to the closed book on her desk.
Ichigo's scowl deepened at her quiet response. "You really weren't paying attention, were you?"
Angel remained still for a moment before reluctantly shaking her head. She could hear the class gasping in surprise.
"Fine, come to my office during lunch," Ichigo said sternly, "I'll decide your punishment then." He quickly returned to the front of the class to resume his lecture, while Angel slumped lower into her seat.
Stupid friends…stupid lecture…stupid desk…
Angel slightly looked up to glare at her teacher.
Stupid Ichigo…
Angel gasped as she clung onto Ichigo's shoulder tighter. "I-Ichi—mmhm," she moaned.
"Angel," Ichigo grunted as he continued to thrust his hips upwards. His hold around her waist tightened as he started pumping in and out of her with greater velocity.
A scream was trying to escape Angel's lip so she clamped her mouth on Ichigo's strained neck, biting hard as she felt her lower regions getting violated to the extreme. Even though her teeth were starting to draw out blood, Ichigo didn't even flinch. He just kept moving underneath her but starting to slow down.
They were in his office, door locked with a broom securing the lock even more as they continued what they were doing.
He just didn't want anyone to interrupt them.
She just didn't want to get caught.