Chapter 16:Closure

Angel groaned as she tried to open her eyes. The sun was shining through the window, almost blinding her before she could adjust to the light and fully open her eyes.

Ichigo.

That was the first thing that crossed her mind when she was able to focus on her surrounding. The orange head was lightly snoring away next to her, his arms still tightly wound around her body. That was when Angel remembered what happened the previous day.

Ichigo had been ignoring her because of the rumor going around school. After acting cold to her, he snapped, telling her to leave him. It left her emotionally vulnerable that she couldn't fend herself when a drunken man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and attacked her. However, Ichigo arrived just in time, knocking the bastard out, and brought her back home to wash away the unwanted touches on her body and replacing them with his gentle caresses in the shower.

Angel lightly traced her lips with her fingers.

The kiss was the most intense kiss she had ever experienced not to mention all the ministration that came with it… though all of her experiences were only from Ichigo. So many emotions were passed between them through it and it felt like her heart was slowly being pieced back together.

Of course that was where it ended. She sobbed until her body stopped shaking. And as their fingers started to prune, Ichigo pulled them out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. They changed out of their wet clothes and ended up collapsing on the bed together, completely exhausted from school and all its drama.

That was it.

Nothing else happened except Ichigo holding her tightly as they slept. Angel lightly pouted. She was disappointed, not just at Ichigo, but at herself. She should have stayed awake and finish whatever they were doing in the shower. Heck, now that she thought about it, Ichigo always stopped before anything really started because of her.

Angel was pulled out of her thoughts when Ichigo let out a small groan as he pulled her into him even more. She couldn't stop the blush that was slowly making its way up her face, and spreading throughout her body when he rubbed his face against her neck.

Goddamit, she thought to herself as she bit her lower lip to stop a moan from coming out, this is killing me. Should I wake him up? She looked down, carefully pulling away to get a better look. Her tensed shoulders suddenly relaxed as she looked down onto Ichigo's peaceful face, absolutely no sign of his scowl on his face. Without realizing what she was doing, Angel lifted one of her hands and brushed away some of his fiery bangs.

Ichigo's relaxed face scrunched before slowly blinking his eyes open. He looked up and smiled as his eyes focused on the smiling face of the woman in his arms.

"Ohayo," she whispered.

Ichigo smirked before gently grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her down for a kiss. Angel immediately closed her eyes as their lips met. She held back a moan as Ichigo slowly moved his lips against her like a beautiful, quiet dance. He slowly pulled back and whispered, "Ohayo," back to her, their lips still touching as he spoke.

Angel grinned before pressing her lips fully onto his again.

Liking how responsive she was, Ichigo flipped over their position so he was hovering over her entire body, their lips never breaking away from each other.

He didn't have to ask for her to let him in; without a moment's hesitation Ange opened her mouth and took in Ichigo's tongue to play with hers. They nipped at each others lips and allowed their emotions to fall into the moment.

Ichigo ran his hand up and down her arm, getting a sweet whimper from the back of her throat. He reached down and intertwined their fingers as he left her lips and placed butterfly kisses down to her jaw and to her neck.

"Ichigo," Angel breathed out, her unoccupied hand grabbing onto his back.

The orange head responded with a small grunt as he bit on her pulse point, causing her to arch her back against him. His other hand slowly went to the back of her neck and pulled it upwards, bringing her closer to him as he went back to kissing her lips.

The two stayed locked against each other for several more minutes before Ichigo slowly pulled away. He opened his hazy eyes and looked down to peer at her face.

Bushū Angel beautiful.

Her flushed face was only an inch below his with her swollen red lips and lust-filled violet eyes looking back up at him through half-lidded eyes. Everything about her was screaming beautiful.

And she was all his.

"Angel," he exhaled, his warm breath fanning over her face, "Don't leave me," he whispered.

Angel's lips tugged upwards into a small smile. "As long as you don't try to kick me out again," she teased.

Ichigo shook his head as he placed his forehead against hers. "Sorry about that. I was getting worried about someone finding out about us and just snapped."

"What did they say to make you so angry?" she asked as her hand on his back came up to play with the hair on the nape of his neck.

Ichigo sighed as he buried his head between the junction of her neck and shoulder. "The rumors about me could get to the principle's ears. And if they find out about you, not only will I be in trouble but so will you. The possibilities of what might happen to you were too great for me to try and risk it."

Angel felt touched, slightly, that he tried to get rid of her from his life to protect her, but she was still displeased at how he acted upon it. "Still, you didn't have to act like that. This was the first time I felt scared of you."

Ichigo stiffened. "Sorry," he whispered.

Angel shook her head, knowing he could feel it even though he wasn't looking at her. "It was a misunderstanding. I appreciate you trying to protect me, but…" She brought up her hands and gently lifted Ichigo's face up to look directly into his eyes. She smiled sweetly at him, "Whatever may happen, let's face it together. No more trying to push the other away or saying things that aren't from the heart. Even though we have our differences, we still make a great team together."

Ichigo looked down at her and smiled. "You don't have to worry about that; I'm never letting you out of my sight again." He came down and immediately claimed her lips before giving her a chance to respond.

There were just so many things he wanted to say; so many things that needs to be conveyed but he just didn't know how to do it. So he hoped his kiss was enough to show it to her.

And Angel got the message.

She felt tears forming behind her eyes and she couldn't stop them as they made their escape even through her closed eyes.

Ichigo stiffened when he felt something wet against him. He slowly detached himself away from her and saw the small tears sliding down. His face frowned in worry as he wiped them away with his thumbs. "Sorry," he whispered again.

Angel opened her eyes and looked at him. "I don't want to hear you saying that word again. If you're truly sorry then don't say it."

Ichigo nodded. "Sorry."

Angel rolled her eyes. "I thought I just told you to stop saying that. Did you really forget it that quickly?"

"Sor—"

Angel quickly stopped him by pulling his head down for a searing kiss.

At first Ichigo was in a bit of daze but he soon became possessive again as he quickly deepened the kiss. And this time, the previously slow and tingling kisses became a full-on lustful kiss. Angel fought back with the same about of force as her hands slide down his chest, feeling his toned muscles under his shirt.

The orange head groaned before he detached himself from her for a brief second to pull off his shirt before going back down to take her lips. Angel felt small sparks as her hands became even more persistent on his body. No matter how many times she touched him it always made her spine tingle. She moaned when she suddenly felt Ichigo's hand cupping her breast against her shirt.

"Ichigo," she whimpered.

And that was all she had to say to make Ichigo yank her shirt off of her and pull down her skirt in a blink of an eye. This time when he went down, Ichigo went to the front of her throat and licked it as he felt a groan coming from within it.

His fingers started brushing against her skins causing goosebumps to rise. "Angel," he growled into her neck, "In a few seconds I won't be able to stop," he paused to nip on her neck before continuing, "So stop me now."

This was the moment Angel was suppose to push him away but instead she held onto him tighter, even spreading her legs apart to accommodate him in between them. He stopped his lips and lifted his head to look down at her.

Angel was looking at him with her face all flushed and her breathing labored. "Don't you dare stop."

Ichigo stared into her eyes to see nothing but complete seriousness. That was all he needed to know to pull down his pants. Angel's hands went to her back to unclasp the bra which she tossed to the side as Ichigo tossed his pants next to her clothes.

As Ichigo slowly leaned down to kiss her again, his hand cautiously came up and palmed the breasts that fit perfectly in his hand. Angel moaned at the sensation, arching her back to present more of herself to him. In the next second, he was down to suck on the hard nipple of the neglected breast, earning him a surprised gasp from her. He licked, nipped, and sucked from one breast to the other, slowly driving Angel into insanity as his other hand came down and fingered the lace of her underwear before slowly pulling it off, as if unveiling a fragile present.

Angel bit her lower lip as she felt the cool air hitting her warm skin as her wet panties were being peeled off of her, exposing the most sensitive part of her body to him. Once it was completely off, Ichigo pushed himself up on his knees and looked down to see everything that was being offered to him.

It was his most precious possession that he wasn't going to let anyone else see or have.

Lust filled Ichigo's eyes completely as all of Angel was bare in front of him. He allowed his eyes to travel from the tip of her toes and to the ends of her hair until their hungry eyes met.

"Take it off," she growled. Ichigo held back a snicker as he quickly pulled off his boxers. And there it stood, in all his tall glory, the hard erection that Angel had only been able to touch but never really see.

She gulped when she saw the beast that was fully awake now. She looked up in concern but the orange head smiled as if reading her thoughts. He leaned over her body completely and pulled her lips into his mouth for another kiss.

"Don't worry," he whispered as he placed butterfly kisses all over her lips, "I'll make you feel as beautiful as you are."

Angel couldn't stop her screams when Ichigo suddenly parted her wet folds and slide a finger in between them. The feeling of him penetrating her most sacred region was heating up her body to uncontrollable degrees. Ichigo grunted the moment he felt her tight walls surrounding his finger, and his mind couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have something other than a finger inside her.

Knowing just how new she was to this, he kept his hand steady—which was very difficult for him—until soft mews came from under him. He leaned back up to kiss her fully on the lips before slowly moving his finger within her. She whimpered at the feeling, and it just made Ichigo twitch for more of her. His finger scraped at her walls and he immediately felt harder.

Her gasps of surprise to moans of pleasure were making him lose his mind. If he wasn't careful he might drive himself in her too forcefully and hurt her before either of them could reach the peak of pleasure. That would be the big turn off for him. So he was slow with his actions, bringing her close to her peak and suddenly slowing down the pace to control himself.

"I-Ichi—go," she moaned.

"Angel," he replied, his warm breath huffing against her swollen lips. His wrist was starting to move a lot faster, the wetness of her womanhood making it easier to slip his finger in and out of her. At any moment he was about to lose his mind—

Ah, fuck it! He lost his sanity the moment she told him not to stop!

Ichigo pulled away from her gasping mouth and dived for the luscious wetness that was driving him mad.

"ICHIGO!" she screamed the moment she felt his tongue rubbing against the nub of nerves. Her hands came out and grabbed onto his hair as he penetrated her with his tongue and started to drink up her essence. Never had she felt something so powerful, hot and down-right pleasurable in her life.

Feeling the fire growing, Ichigo's mouth became more persistent until he felt her clamping down into his mouth and coming straight into him with a scream. He felt her body shiver from the sudden orgasm as he tried his best to drink in all of her. Gasps for breath came above him as he stayed between her slender legs. The moment her trembling folds were licked up dry, he sat back up on his knees as he parted her legs even further. The throbbing from his erection was becoming unbearable and he wanted to relieve it.

And Angel was the only one who could do it.

With great tenderness, his hands came up to run down her body as if petting a fragile creature. Angel opened her eyes—when had she closed them?—to see Ichigo leaning down at her.

"You ready?" he asked in between deep breaths.

Angel stared into his eyes and nodded as she positioned herself just above his groins. Their labored breaths mingled in the air as they pressed their naked body against each other even closer. Angel gasped when she felt his erection rubbing against the inside of her thighs, right below the core of her womanhood that was suddenly getting wet again.

Ichigo looked down at her one more time for a confirmation before they did something totally selfish and only for them. Her eyes were sparkling right back at him. That was all he needed to know.

The head of his erection slowly pushed into the tight ring of her folds. It was difficult at first with her petite body and all. Angel could feel tears forming behind her eyes but she wasn't going to let them out, at least not yet. She didn't want Ichigo to see them and suddenly bail out. She needed him so much that she was willing to deal with whatever pain it would bring, whether from losing her virginity or getting in trouble from school. None of that mattered anymore.

Only him.

Only them.

That was the only thing in her mind right now.

Ichigo grunted as he finally slipped in the tip of his cock inside of her. He bit his lower lip to hold onto whatever control he had before his hips could start thrusting wildly into her. There was no way he would allow himself to ruin this moment by losing to his animalistic desires. That can wait until later. He pushed forward his lower body as much as possible until his cock reached the barrier of her purity. Angel took in a deep breath to prepare herself and that was when Ichigo thrust deeper, breaking through the barrier as quickly as he could as he filled her completely.

A scream of pain was about to escape Angel's lips but Ichigo immediately silenced it by swallowing her pains into his mouth as he kissed her fully. The lower part of his body remained still as he concentrated on working on her lips, distracting Angel from the pain that was throbbing within her. Unwanted tears continued to fall but after a while Angel ignored it as she slowly started to respond to his caresses.

When she felt the pain subside, she started to move under him. "Ichigo," she whimpered.

"Sorry," he whispered as he trailed kisses across her face, "Just be patient for a little longer."

The corner of her lips started to tug upwards as she felt his sweet kisses on her neck while his hands were running up and down her sides in soothing movements. Noticing her relaxed expression, Ichigo decided it was time to test if she was ready.

With great care, Ichigo pulled his hips back, slowly pulling himself out of her. Angel whimpered at the weird but welcoming sensation. A gasp of surprise came from her this time when he suddenly drove himself back in her. Ichigo grunted at the feeling of her tight walls that surrounded his hard member. And it was driving him insane the way Angel was moaning underneath him.

The moment of his slow thrusts brought nothing but pleasurable feelings throughout her body that Angel couldn't resist herself to move her hips up to meet him in mid-thrust. The two gasped in unison at the sudden sensation as their movements started to syncopate and quicken.

"Ichigo," she whimpered as she desperately clawed his back. Those cat-like fingers were sending more shocks throughout his body and his hips began to thrust more wildly into her, making Angel lose the rhythm. At first she flinched when the faster movement started to hurt again, but Ichigo quickly slowed down to wait for her to slowly get accustomed to the new friction. Ichigo had to hold onto her hips as he moved in and out of her as their climax neared them. His balls were feeling tighter and her walls were clenching his member even tighter.

"Angel," he groaned, "I—can't hold—ugh—back, so don't you either!"

As if it was a signal, an orgasmic scream ripped out of her throat as Angel's body shook violently from the waves of pleasure, coming down hard on Ichigo. A choked groan came from Ichigo as he kept thrusting a few more times into her tighter walls before he delved deeper inside her and exploded everything he had within him into her.

The two stayed still as their orgasm played throughout their body. Once the ride was finally over, Ichigo dropped onto his elbows as his strength left him but he tried his best to stay up from crushing his lover underneath him.

Angel took in deep breaths before she wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's okay, I'll hold you," she whispered as she pulled him in. Ichigo's arms immediately gave out as he fell against her warm and sweaty body. He buried his head next to her neck and the two tried to catch their breathing.

It was only after several minutes that Ichigo was finally able to gather some strength to slip himself out of her spent canal. Angel felt him lift her exhausted body as he fell to his side and brought her onto his chest. She curled against his body and held onto him tightly, ignoring the throbbing that was coming between her legs.

Exhaustion was washing over them, totally ignoring the time of day. Pulling up the blanket to cover their bodies, Ichigo held on Angel tightly and sighed into her hair. A smile broke out of Angel as she listened to the mad throbbing beats of his heart.

"Angel" he whispered.

"Hmm?" She didn't trust her voice to answer back. It seemed like she had lost it the moment she screamed when she had come.

"Angel," he said again, "don't leave me," he begged as he held her close.

Angel responded with a tired nod before sleep took over them both

Angel's nose clenched up as sleep slowly started to leave her. She didn't want to wake up just yet, especially since she was feeling so warm and content. But her eyelids were complaining at her to move, too tired of having stayed in one position for several hours. With much difficulty Angel finally blinked open her violet orbs, only to be welcomed with a blurry vision of '5:00 PM' in red letters that was glaring at her. She let out a groan.

Since when did I ever sleep until this late?

She flinched when she suddenly felt someone moving behind her. His arms around her bare waist tightened as he pulled her closer to him. His chest was pressed against her back and his nose dug itself into her hair.

Angel couldn't stop a small giggle as she turned her head to see a sleeping Ichigo, his scowl gone and replaced with a peaceful expression that only appeared while he was asleep.

Images of what happened earlier that day flashed in her mind and a bright blush appeared along with it. She looked down at his hand and gently intertwined their fingers. Unconsciously he gripped her fingers tightly, almost as if he was afraid she'd disappear even as he slept.

Angel smiled affectionately before she turned around to gently shake his shoulders. "Ichigo," she whispered.

The scowl suddenly returned as he was slowly forced out of his dream.

"Ichigo," she said again, but a little louder this time. "Wake up."

The orange head grunted as he blinked open an eye to glare at her. "What do you want?" he groaned with his husky voice.

Angel smiled. "We've been asleep for almost seven hours. If we continue sleeping we won't be able to sleep tonight and wake up in time tomorrow morning."

Ichigo let out a deep breath as he held her tighter. "Still, you didn't have to wake me up. I can sleep in as long as necessary," he exclaimed.

Angel laughed as she slowly sat up. "Well I'm hungry so let's get something to eat."

Ichigo sighed in defeat. "Fine." He sat up before looking to see her bare back facing him, her front being covered by the blanket she was tightly clutching onto. He saw a blush on her cute face when she noticed where he was trying to stare at. He chuckled as he leaned down next to her ear. "No need to be shy, midget. I already saw everything so there's no need to hide from me anymore."

The blush grew brighter as she glared at him. "You're making it sound like you want me to walk around the apartment naked from now on."

"That's not a bad idea," he chuckled as he kissed her shoulder.

"Ichigo," she whimpered as his breath tickled her neck. "Not now."

But Ichigo continued to kiss her down her back, feeling the goosebumps that were arising on her skin again. He smirked when he heard a moan from the woman in front of him, feeling himself getting slightly aroused…when something struck him. He pulled away and scowled. "Shit," he cursed.

"What?" Angel asked, her voice slightly breathless.

However Ichigo was no longer aroused at the moment. "Um, we—last night…shit!" he kept cursing.

"What?!" she asked, more persistent this time.

"…We forgot protection," he finally said.

Silence.

Then Angel suddenly burst out laughing as she fell back onto the bed.

Ichigo glared at her merry expression. "What's so funny? Are you telling me you actually want to get pregnant before graduating?"

"No," she giggled, "I just think it's funny how you suddenly remembered this after we had…um, well you know," she bit her lower lip as she grinned.

"But this is a serious matter," he frowned at her, "I don't want you to quit school just because you get pregnant."

"I don't either," she smiled, "So don't worry."

"Why?"

Angel reached up and brushed some of his bangs out of his eyes. "Because I'm on the pill."

A sigh of relief came from him. "Thank god. I was freaking out for a sec—" Ichigo stopped mid-sentence and his eyes grew big again as he gawked down at her. "Why are you on birth control?"

Angel smirked at his suspicious look. "Because I've been sleeping around with every guy in my school."

"WHAT?!" Ichigo erupted, glaring down at her. And his anger didn't die when Angel started to laugh out loud again. "ANGEL!"

"You're so stupid," she continued laughing.

"This is not a simple matter! Who did you sleep with?! I'm going to—" Ichigo was abruptly stopped when Angel placed a finger against his lips.

Her face was still red from laughing so hard, but calmly replied, "Ichigo, from what happened just a few hours ago, shouldn't you be able to tell a joke from the truth?"

Ichigo scowled at her. "What are you talking about?"

Rolling her eyes, Angel sat up and seductively whispered against his ear, "Don't you remember how it went?"

Ichigo stilled in his position as his mind suddenly went back to what she was referring to. And he suddenly remembered the resistance, the breaking, and the scream. He leaned back to stare at the face that was still smirking at him. "…Oh," he replied.

"You're my only one," she calmly informed him.

Ichigo lowered his face to hide his embarrassment. "Thanks for freaking me out there, midget."

"You're welcome," she grinned.

Ichigo groaned as he wrapped his arms around her and fell back on the bed together. She squealed at his sudden action and he rolled over to hold her tightly against him. "But that still doesn't explain why you're on the pills."

Angel giggled in his arms. "Ever since our make out sessions started to get intense, I decided to make a smart move by taking them. I knew this would happen sooner or later."

A sigh of relief escaped Ichigo as he started to kiss her again. "You still could have warned me earlier." Angel just smiled as he continued to kiss her neck. And his arousal was back.

Men are such simple creatures.

Angel felt Ichigo's lips becoming more insistent and rolled her eyes. She knew what was going through his mind. "Ichigo, you really should stop."

But he continued his trail of kisses down to her shoulder before he pulled away an inch to look at her. "Do you really have to eat now?" he asked, thinking back to what they were originally talking about before the topic of the pill came up.

Angel glared at him. "Yes," she stressed the word.

Ichigo sighed as he pulled himself away completely. "Fine. I'll go make something so why don't you go take a bath."

Angel nodded her head as she watched Ichigo grab his boxers on the ground. He then proceeded to put on a pair of shorts before he left the room. Once she saw the kitchen lights turn on from the hall, Angel carefully swung her legs over the edge of the bed, wincing as her feet landed on the cold floor.

With much difficulty she pulled herself up, still clutching onto the blanket. As she pulled away, the blanket uncovered the red stain on the bed, close to where she was lying just a few minutes ago. Angel stared at the stain for several minutes.

The loss of her innocence was clearly visible before her and it was something she would never get back. But strangely, she didn't feel guilty about it. Instead…it felt right.

A small smile tugged on her lips before she carefully went to grab a pair of new clothes and went to the bathroom for a much needed bath.

Ichigo let out a big yawn as he continued to cook the eggs in the frying pan. Now that he thought about it, he was hungry as hell too. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast the day before. After that he couldn't eat because of all the fucked up drama that he started with Angel. Luckily everything ended with a happy ending.

A small frown appeared on his face as he thought back to what happened the night before. That fucking drunk bastard better not remember anything about what happened or else he'd go and finish what he started. Ichigo still couldn't believe something like that happened to Angel. That bastard got what he deserved for touching his woman and putting that frightened look on her face.

His mind immediately focused on Angel for a second. She was now the girl-who-turned-into-a-woman this morning when he took the one thing he's been trying to avoid all this time: her purity. Still, she willing offered it to him and he took it. After all, he was a healthy young man with raging hormones that he's been neglecting his entire life. It was bound to have happened between them, especially with the kind of activities that they did at night but still…

"It would have been better if it were under different circumstances," he mumbled to himself as he dumped the eggs onto a plate.

"If what was what?" Ichigo tuned around to see Angel appearing into the kitchen while clutching a towel around her wet hair. She looked at him with her confused eyes and asked again. "Under what circumstances?"

He stared at her before shaking his head. "Nothing, don't worry about it," he said before grabbing the plate of eggs and placing it on the table where he had already set up the utensils, rice and some other leftover side dishes. He sat down in his usual seat and Angel sat across from him. When her bottom connected to the seat, she couldn't help but wince a bit.

Her lower body was still extremely sore, even after a warm bath. The never-before-used muscles were throbbing as she tried to gently wiggle into a more comfortable position. Ichigo eyed her movements, figuring out why she was moving around so much in her seat. But instead of commenting, he looked down on his own plate of food and started to eat. He felt a bit guilty but knew she would get mad at him if he voiced his thoughts, so he kept quiet.

"Ittadekimasu," she said before digging into the food that her stomach's been growling for over an hour.

The two ate their first meal of the day while talking about this and that: from annoying homework to crazy Jacod. Laughs and threats were shoved in between every few minutes during the rest of their meal as they enjoyed each others presence.

"Ichigo, can you come here and help me!" Angel called from their bedroom—she suddenly decided to officially move all her stuff into his room for the past hour since there was no reason to use separate beds now…unless Ichigo does something stupid—to Ichigo who was watching the news in the living room. Thankfully there was nothing about a half-dead man from last night.

Ichigo pushed himself off the couch and went to the bedroom. "What are you doing midget?" he asked as he leaned against the doorframe and watched Angel ripping the bed into shreds.

"I'm trying to get this bed sheet off so I can get it washed," she blushed, "And I'm having a tough time."

Ichigo raised a brow at her. "What are you talking about? You can beat the crap out of me but you can't take off a skimpy bed sheet?"

Angel glared at him with a full-blown blush. "I'm still…"

"What?" he strained his ears when the volume of her voice died down.

"I'm still sore!" She glared, angry at him for making her say something so embarrassing.

Ichigo was stunned at her sudden confession but couldn't stop the smirk that suddenly appeared. "Wear you out, did I?"

"Shut up!" she screamed, throwing a pillow at him.

"Hahaha, okay okay," he lifted his hands in sign of defeat after the third pillow hit him. But he couldn't stop his laughter as he walked over to help. But his merriment immediately died when he saw it. "You're going to wash this because…" he couldn't finish his sentence.

Angel looked at him before looking down at the stain he was staring at. "Yeah, I didn't like the idea of sleeping on top of that."

Ichigo merely nodded as he silently peeled off the sheets.

Angel watched, noticing his sudden silence. "Ichigo, are you okay?"

"Yeah," he replied, "It's just that, well…this," he held up the sheet in front of him, "I wasn't exactly planning on doing what we did this morning, especially under those reasons."

So that was what he was mumbling about earlier, she mused. As Ichigo continued staring at the sheet she came up and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Why is it bothering you so much? I'm okay with it," she told him.

Ichigo sighed as he dropped the sheet and wrapped an arm around her waist in return. "I just feel like a jerk taking advantage of you when you were still emotionally unstable."

"No I wasn't," she said, "I gave you my full consent and we both shared a magical moment that I don't regret. So you better not either."

"I don't regret it," he looked down at her, "But it might have been better if we waited until after you graduated. And in a more romantic setting."

Angel smiled. "I didn't take you as a romantic."

"Only when I'm desperate," he smirked before pulling her closer. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head as he held her. "You really don't regret it?"

"Nope," she replied, "I'm happy."

"Good, because I am too," he smiled. "And might I add you're quite the moaner." He was immediately rewarded with a painful stomp to his foot. Ichigo laughed and cringed at the pain all at once as he peered out the window to see the full moon shining brightly in the clear night sky, completely different from the downpour of the day before.

It seemed even nature was content with their union.