princessinoue:
A smile twitched at his lips once again as her fingers ran through his vibrant orange locks. A shiver ran down his spine in delight as she kissed his neck. At the that moment, Ichigo wanted nothing more than having Orihime in his arms at last. He’d felt so empty without her there, in his arms.
Silent for a moment, his lips trailed down to her forehead, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there. Reluctantly, Ichigo pulled away and smiled brightly. “Yeah, that sounds great, Orihime,” he reached down to twine their fingers together. “It gives us more time to ourselves.”
With his kiss came a quiet giggle. How she loved his kisses. Letting her hand softly graze from his back to his hip, she let her finger’s sit there gently. Instinctively when his hand moved and reached for her’s, she’d met him half way. Letting her finger’s sit between his, she whispered quietly. “I think I know why I have this space between my fingers..” Walking with him to the table, she turned and walked backwards a few step’s. “Because they were made to have your’s fit perfectly and fill in the gaps.”
Smiling blissfully at him, she turned once more to continue on her venture to the table. Back to him, she could only hope that what she’d said had only made him happy and not as embarrassed as she felt. Being sweet and loving was something she always loved to do. But him being a male she was unsure of how thing’s like that would affect him. Standing in front of the table she moved his chair out and turned her’s before taking a seat and looking at the table. “I love the idea of spending time just us..” Leaning forward and kissing his cheek, she let his hand slide from her’s as she began to reach for some fruit to start off her breakfast.
With a light chuckle, he followed her as she led him over to the table. It was odd to have her leading him. Being the gentleman meant that you were supposed to lead the lady, right? Ichigo didn’t pay it much mind, though. He was too carefree at the moment to care for something so trivial.
Listening to her theory, a smile worked its way onto Ichigo’s lips. She could say the most beautiful things so easily, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t amaze him in the slightest. Orihime was so amazing and beautiful and loving and caring and—
And all his.
Sitting down across from his love, a slight wince escaped his lips as her hand left his. His hand felt nearly empty and cold without her’s there. However, that thought was quickly forgotten as she kissed his cheek gently, causing his cheeks to turn pink. Quickly clearing his throat and looking away to hide his red face, Ichigo nodded. “H-Hai…”
former-tres-neliel:
ichigokurosakirp:
former-tres-neliel:
ichigokurosakirp:
former-tres-neliel started following you
“N-Nel?”
“I-Ichigo!?” Neliel dashed towards the orange haired male, hugging him tightly.
“Nel missed you!”
His eyes went wide as she suddenly pulled him into another back-breaking hug.
“N-Nel…..can’t….breathe…”
Hearing Ichigo slightly struggle from the tight hug she gave him, Neliel slowly let go. Laughing sheepishly, the female Arrancar shot him an apologetic smile.
“Gomen, gomen Ichigo. I couldn’t help myself.”
Exhaling loudly once air flowed through his lungs again, Ichigo smiled. It had been so long since he’d seen Nel—er, Neliel.
“It’s okay, Nel. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
former-tres-neliel:
ichigokurosakirp:
former-tres-neliel started following you
“N-Nel?”
“I-Ichigo!?” Neliel dashed towards the orange haired male, hugging him tightly.
“Nel missed you!”
His eyes went wide as she suddenly pulled him into another back-breaking hug.
“N-Nel…..can’t….breathe…”
princessinoue:
ichigokurosakirp:
Reaching down, she only lightly tapped the cups and turned the plates from side to side. Tho the fact that they were round and would look exactly the same totally escaped her. When his voice came from behind her, she was so deep in thought that her heart stopped and she jumped. It felt as if she’d jump out of her own skin. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek~!” Turning around quickly, her lock’s flew in the air as they finally settled against her back. All the gosebump’s she could ever imagine arose on her skin, and she laughed nervously. “Ichigo…ehehehe..Ohaiyo~!”
Reaching back she began to scratch the back of her head nervously. “Ehehe..I was talking about err…breakfast..it’s ready! Are you hungry?” Picking up her feet lazily, she walked over and wrapped her arm’s around his waist. “Sleep well?”
Watching her jump in surprise, he chuckled lightly. She’s so cute when she does that… “Ohaiyo,” he replied with a soft smile at his fiancee. “Yeah, very hungry, actually.” Ichigo didn’t understand how people strayed away from Orihime’s food. Not all of it was bad or dangerous. When she put her mind to it, she could actually cook a delicious meal.
A peaceful sigh left his lips as she hugged him gently around the waist. Ichigo’s arms immediately did the same, winding themselves around her smaller waist. He leaned down to bury his face in her hair like always. “Mmm, yeah. Best sleep ever.” Ichigo murmured, leaving out his falling off of the bed. Embarrassing stuff.
Everything is right again.
Once his arm’s were around her, everything else just didn’t seem to matter. Finally they could spend time together, finally she could be in his arms without having to worry about anything, finally she could just..be with him. As he buried his face in her hair, she giggled quietly at the tickling sensation she felt as some strands brushed against her skin. “Hmmm~!” Tilting her face inward she then followed his move only to bury her face in the crook of his neck. “I’m so glad to hear.”
Reaching up with one hand, she ran her finger’s through his hair. “The kids are still sleeping would you like to just have breakfast just you and me?” Planting a soft kiss on his neck, she nuzzled closer hoping to get a yes. “We can always bring them out once they’re up and just give them they’re breakfast…what do you think?”
A smile twitched at his lips once again as her fingers ran through his vibrant orange locks. A shiver ran down his spine in delight as she kissed his neck. At the that moment, Ichigo wanted nothing more than having Orihime in his arms at last. He’d felt so empty without her there, in his arms.
Silent for a moment, his lips trailed down to her forehead, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there. Reluctantly, Ichigo pulled away and smiled brightly. “Yeah, that sounds great, Orihime,” he reached down to twine their fingers together. “It gives us more time to ourselves.”
