Humming softly to herself, Orihime
bustled about the small apartment,
putting away freshly folded
laundry. Although it was one of few
chores that she loathed, she did it
without question, especially since
her husband was busy with another
large-scale project for his firm and
wasn't home as often as he usually
was. A soft giggle escaped her and
her cheeks flushed slightly at the
thought.
Her husband.
Even though they had been married
for well over a year, she always
became rather giggly when she
thought that she had finally, after
all these years, married the man of
her dreams. Glancing at the
wedding ring on her finger, a soft
smile tugged at her lips.
'Mrs. Kurosaki,' she thought with a
small laugh, her eyes dancing with
mirth. Call her childish or a
daydreamer, but she still couldn't
believe that Ichigo had chosen her
of all people to be his wife.
The sound of the door slamming
caught her attention and she
hurriedly closed the dresser
drawer before padding towards the
front door of their living quarters.
Ichigo stood in the doorway,
ruggedly handsome as always, a
deep scowl on his lips as he
loosened his confining tie. She
watched as he finally loosened the
dreadful article of clothing and set
his briefcase down on the small
table beside the coat hooks,
bouncing on the balls of her feet
with anticipation. Ichigo's gaze
drifted from his shoes he was
currently removing from his aching
feet and met Orihime's.
A shudder wracked through her
body at the intense look in his eyes,
but she simply smiled brightly and
clapped her hands together.
"Welcome home, dear!" she cried
happily, her cheeks reddening as
Ichigo approached her.
"You don't have to meet me at the
door every time I come home from
work," he muttered. Truth be told,
he felt a bit guilty whenever
Orihime would rush to the door to
greet him. But then again, after a
long day at work, her bright smiles
were like a drink of cool water and
helped soothe his endlessly frayed
nerves.
"But I want to!" she protested, her
lower lip jutting out in a small pout.
"What kind of wife would I be if I
didn't greet my husband when he
returned home?"
Stifling a small chuckle at her
petulant expression, Ichigo
dropped a quick kiss to his wife's
forehead before heading down the
hall.
"I'm going to take a shower," he
called over his shoulder as he
began shedding his office attire.
"Uhn! I'll get started on dinner!"
With that, Orihime hurried into the
kitchen and rolled up her sleeves as
she contemplated what to make
that evening.
Glancing at everything laid out on
the table, Orihime nodded in
satisfaction. It wasn't necessarily
something she would have ever
pictured herself making, but she
knew Ichigo would appreciate her
less questionable conquests in the
kitchen. Bouncing over to the stove,
she stirred the small pot of miso
soup on the stove before
performing a last-second taste
test. Deciding that it was
adequately seasoned, she wiped
her hands on the small dish towel
hanging on the oven's handle. Her
brows furrowed as she exited the
room, curious as to why Ichigo
hadn't emerged from the
bathroom. It had been well over
forty-five minutes since he had
returned home and he typically
didn't take that long in the
bathroom.
Crossing her arms over her ample
bosom, she tapped her index finger
on her chin in thought. Perhaps he
had fallen asleep in the shower; she
had been known to do that on
occasion, but it was out of
character for Ichigo. Her eyes
widened in horror as a thought
crossed her mind.
'Oh no! What if the ghouls that live
in the drain came out and attacked
Ichigo?' she thought frantically.
After a moment of panicked
deliberation, she decided that it
was up to her to rescue her
husband from those naughty
ghouls.
Grabbing the first thing she could
find – a rolled up magazine in this
case – she sprinted towards the
bathroom, her eyes screwed shut.
Pushing the door open with a bang,
she bravely brandished her
weapon.
"Back you vile ghouls! Don't you
dare lay a hand on my husband!"
she cried valiantly.
"Orihime, what the hell are you
doing?"
Bewildered, Orihime opened her
eyes, her arm immediately falling
limp by her side as her cheeks
flushed in embarrassment. Ichigo
stood before her, an equally
bewildered look on his face as
water dripped down his tanned
skin. Swallowing thickly, Orihime
couldn't stop her gaze from
traversing the contours of his
physique of its own accord. She
followed the trail of water as it
dripped down his toned arms and
ripped abs, disappearing into the
fluffy towel secured – just barely
– around his hips.
"Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry!" she cried
as her hands flew up to cover her
eyes, her cheeks a brilliant red as
she tried in vain to push aside the
naughty thoughts brewing in her
mind.
Raising an eyebrow at his wife's
peculiar behavior, Ichigo remained
rooted to his spot. He had always
fantasized about his wife jumping
him while he was in the shower, but
he never imagined something like
this.
"Orihime...?" he called out softly,
unsure of how to approach his
embarrassed spouse.
"I-I was worried because you were
in the shower for so long..." she
mumbled as she peeked between
her index and middle finger at him.
"I thought that the ghouls that
lived in the drain had attacked you
or something," she admitted
reluctantly.
After a brief moment of
uncertainty, Ichigo burst into
laughter at Orihime's admittance.
Orihime indignantly gasped at his
outburst of laughter and her
cheeks heated in shame as her tiny
hands curled into fists at her side.
After a few minutes, Ichigo's
laughter subsided and he quickly
closed the distance between them
and wrapped his arms around the
offended woman.
"I'm sorry, but that was quite
possibly the wildest thing you've
come up with yet," he murmured
into her hair, a wide grin still on his
face.
"I don't see what's so funny about
it," she huffed. "I was really worried
about you."
Deciding that action would be
better than words at this point,
Ichigo tilted her head up and
claimed her lips in a gentle kiss.
Orihime's anger seemed to melt
away as she met his lips again and
again, each kiss becoming more
heated.
"What do you say you help protect
me from these evil ghouls?"
whispered Ichigo, his eyes intense
with lust as he nipped at the side of
Orihime's neck.
"But what about dinner?" she
questioned, her eyes equally
intense as she gazed up at him.
"We can reheat it later."
Giggling, Orihime resigned herself
to her fate and gladly joined Ichigo
in his fight against the naughty
ghouls that lived in the shower
drain.
bustled about the small apartment,
putting away freshly folded
laundry. Although it was one of few
chores that she loathed, she did it
without question, especially since
her husband was busy with another
large-scale project for his firm and
wasn't home as often as he usually
was. A soft giggle escaped her and
her cheeks flushed slightly at the
thought.
Her husband.
Even though they had been married
for well over a year, she always
became rather giggly when she
thought that she had finally, after
all these years, married the man of
her dreams. Glancing at the
wedding ring on her finger, a soft
smile tugged at her lips.
'Mrs. Kurosaki,' she thought with a
small laugh, her eyes dancing with
mirth. Call her childish or a
daydreamer, but she still couldn't
believe that Ichigo had chosen her
of all people to be his wife.
The sound of the door slamming
caught her attention and she
hurriedly closed the dresser
drawer before padding towards the
front door of their living quarters.
Ichigo stood in the doorway,
ruggedly handsome as always, a
deep scowl on his lips as he
loosened his confining tie. She
watched as he finally loosened the
dreadful article of clothing and set
his briefcase down on the small
table beside the coat hooks,
bouncing on the balls of her feet
with anticipation. Ichigo's gaze
drifted from his shoes he was
currently removing from his aching
feet and met Orihime's.
A shudder wracked through her
body at the intense look in his eyes,
but she simply smiled brightly and
clapped her hands together.
"Welcome home, dear!" she cried
happily, her cheeks reddening as
Ichigo approached her.
"You don't have to meet me at the
door every time I come home from
work," he muttered. Truth be told,
he felt a bit guilty whenever
Orihime would rush to the door to
greet him. But then again, after a
long day at work, her bright smiles
were like a drink of cool water and
helped soothe his endlessly frayed
nerves.
"But I want to!" she protested, her
lower lip jutting out in a small pout.
"What kind of wife would I be if I
didn't greet my husband when he
returned home?"
Stifling a small chuckle at her
petulant expression, Ichigo
dropped a quick kiss to his wife's
forehead before heading down the
hall.
"I'm going to take a shower," he
called over his shoulder as he
began shedding his office attire.
"Uhn! I'll get started on dinner!"
With that, Orihime hurried into the
kitchen and rolled up her sleeves as
she contemplated what to make
that evening.
Glancing at everything laid out on
the table, Orihime nodded in
satisfaction. It wasn't necessarily
something she would have ever
pictured herself making, but she
knew Ichigo would appreciate her
less questionable conquests in the
kitchen. Bouncing over to the stove,
she stirred the small pot of miso
soup on the stove before
performing a last-second taste
test. Deciding that it was
adequately seasoned, she wiped
her hands on the small dish towel
hanging on the oven's handle. Her
brows furrowed as she exited the
room, curious as to why Ichigo
hadn't emerged from the
bathroom. It had been well over
forty-five minutes since he had
returned home and he typically
didn't take that long in the
bathroom.
Crossing her arms over her ample
bosom, she tapped her index finger
on her chin in thought. Perhaps he
had fallen asleep in the shower; she
had been known to do that on
occasion, but it was out of
character for Ichigo. Her eyes
widened in horror as a thought
crossed her mind.
'Oh no! What if the ghouls that live
in the drain came out and attacked
Ichigo?' she thought frantically.
After a moment of panicked
deliberation, she decided that it
was up to her to rescue her
husband from those naughty
ghouls.
Grabbing the first thing she could
find – a rolled up magazine in this
case – she sprinted towards the
bathroom, her eyes screwed shut.
Pushing the door open with a bang,
she bravely brandished her
weapon.
"Back you vile ghouls! Don't you
dare lay a hand on my husband!"
she cried valiantly.
"Orihime, what the hell are you
doing?"
Bewildered, Orihime opened her
eyes, her arm immediately falling
limp by her side as her cheeks
flushed in embarrassment. Ichigo
stood before her, an equally
bewildered look on his face as
water dripped down his tanned
skin. Swallowing thickly, Orihime
couldn't stop her gaze from
traversing the contours of his
physique of its own accord. She
followed the trail of water as it
dripped down his toned arms and
ripped abs, disappearing into the
fluffy towel secured – just barely
– around his hips.
"Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry!" she cried
as her hands flew up to cover her
eyes, her cheeks a brilliant red as
she tried in vain to push aside the
naughty thoughts brewing in her
mind.
Raising an eyebrow at his wife's
peculiar behavior, Ichigo remained
rooted to his spot. He had always
fantasized about his wife jumping
him while he was in the shower, but
he never imagined something like
this.
"Orihime...?" he called out softly,
unsure of how to approach his
embarrassed spouse.
"I-I was worried because you were
in the shower for so long..." she
mumbled as she peeked between
her index and middle finger at him.
"I thought that the ghouls that
lived in the drain had attacked you
or something," she admitted
reluctantly.
After a brief moment of
uncertainty, Ichigo burst into
laughter at Orihime's admittance.
Orihime indignantly gasped at his
outburst of laughter and her
cheeks heated in shame as her tiny
hands curled into fists at her side.
After a few minutes, Ichigo's
laughter subsided and he quickly
closed the distance between them
and wrapped his arms around the
offended woman.
"I'm sorry, but that was quite
possibly the wildest thing you've
come up with yet," he murmured
into her hair, a wide grin still on his
face.
"I don't see what's so funny about
it," she huffed. "I was really worried
about you."
Deciding that action would be
better than words at this point,
Ichigo tilted her head up and
claimed her lips in a gentle kiss.
Orihime's anger seemed to melt
away as she met his lips again and
again, each kiss becoming more
heated.
"What do you say you help protect
me from these evil ghouls?"
whispered Ichigo, his eyes intense
with lust as he nipped at the side of
Orihime's neck.
"But what about dinner?" she
questioned, her eyes equally
intense as she gazed up at him.
"We can reheat it later."
Giggling, Orihime resigned herself
to her fate and gladly joined Ichigo
in his fight against the naughty
ghouls that lived in the shower
drain.