Chapter 12:Summer Break IV

Ichigo groaned as he watched Angel suffering in front of him. "You're doing it all wrong again."

"ARGH!" she screamed, throwing her arms in the air. "I GIVE UP!"

Ichigo shook his head in annoyance. "Tell me again how you're the class rep.?"

Angel turned around and glared at him, shutting him up immediately.

It was the last week of summer break and Angel was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table trying to finish up her math homework. But Ichigo, who was lying face-down on the couch behind her, was making things worse by pointing out every one of her mistakes for each problem.

She couldn't explain it. Just a few weeks back she was doing extremely well in that calculus class but that short-teacher decided to teach new materials on the last few days! And what's more, he assigned way too many homework that went beyond what Ichigo knew.

"Can I kill Montes-sensei now?" she groaned.

"No because that would be illegal," he replied, patting her head, "Just calm down and think about it. That kid is pretty good at giving easy explanations; heck, he helped me out a lot in high school too."

Angel groaned as she dropped her head on the table. "I just can't make sense of anything."

Ichigo chuckled as he sat up, grunting as he stretched his muscles. "Let me make lunch while you tackle this," he said. Leaning forward, Ichigo swept her hair aside to place a light kiss on the back of her neck before standing up and making his way to the kitchen.

"…I want something cheesy," she shouted out to him.

"We had pizza last night. Think of something more creative," he shouted back.

Angel sighed as she stretched her arms across the table in front of her. "Well, how about something refreshing? It's freakin' hot right now."

Ichigo, who was peering inside the refrigerator, nodded to himself. "There are some soba noodles. Want to eat some zaru soba*?"

"Yes!" she cheered.

Ichigo pulled out the soup base from the refrigerator and placed it on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a pot and started to boil some water. "How's it going over there?" he called out to her as the noodles started to cook.

He only got a groan as a response causing him to laugh outloud.

After coming back from the beach, their relationship has gone better…well, the yelling and kicking (on her part at least) was still there, but now they (more like he) couldn't keep their hands off each other.

He'd catch her off guard, either in the kitchen or in the living room, grabbing her from random places to just slobber kisses all over her. At first she was either too shocked or too embarrassed to do anything. But in a few days she started to respond…not just respond, but battle out for dominance.

Ichigo smirked as he thought back to the last few days they were at the beach. At first it was awkward to look at her after their first kiss. But on the last night of the trip, the tension was so great, especially since they were sharing a room, that Ichigo did what any normal man would do…sadly, it didn't end the way he wanted it to.

Flashback

Ichigo groaned as switched position on the futon located right next to the bed. It was the last day of their trip and they were planning on driving back to Tokyo the next day so he was trying to sleep as much as possible but it was impossible. The air conditioner just HAD to break on the last day, making the heat unbearable.

"Fuck," he cursed as he sat up and quickly ripped his shirt off. He was literally sweating through all his clothes!

"Is there not even a single fan in this house?"

Ichigo turned around to see Angel not doing any better on top of the bed. She was panting from the lack of air. Ichigo scratched his head and groaned. "There is but my sisters are using it. My dad just went out to borrow one from the Watanbe's so just wait a bit more."

"Mo, I can't take it anymore!" she groaned before pulling off her shirt.

A blush spread across Ichigo's cheek and he started to freak out. "AN-ANGEL! What the fuck are you doing?!"

Angel huffed out heavy breathes before looking at him. "I'm still wearing a bikini underneath so don't act too embarrassed. And it's way too hot to even think about being proper right now."

"Still," Ichigo looked away, "You could've warned me a little."

Angel was about to snap back as she usually does but immediately reddened when her mind suddenly went back to the festive night only a few days ago. "Oh," she whispered as she looked away too.

An awkward silence surrounded their room and the heat was just making things worse. Ichigo tried to ignore it, but his eyes just kept going back to Angel who was looking out the window. But what was really catching his eyes was the fact she was practically sweating through her light-colored bikini and he could see the definite shape of her breast. Sure he enjoyed every moment of their kiss all those days ago but he knew he regretted it. After all, she was his student no matter what role they were playing in front of his family at the moment.

But that didn't mean she wasn't a woman—Ichigo snapped his eye shut and looked off at the wall opposite of the window to stop his indecent thoughts. But his breathing was deeper now.

When she heard his huffing breath, Angel looked over in concern. "Ichigo? You okay?"

"Y-yeah," he stuttered, rubbing his head with his hand. Student, student, STUDENT!

"Are you sure? You're breathing really hard," she said as she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Ichigo?"

The moment he felt her delicate hand on his shoulders, whatever resolve he had snapped. "Fuck it!" he cursed before jumping on the bed.

"Ichigo?!" Angel squeaked when Ichigo jumped on her. "What are you—" For the second time her words got cut off when Ichigo grabbed the back of her head and dragged her to him as he kissed her fully on the mouth.

Her eyes widened at the impact. She raised her hand to try and push him away but the moment she felt his tongue ran across her lips, her strength immediately disappeared and she gave in again.

Ichigo groaned in approval when he felt her parting her lips for him to enter. Ichigo gently nipped her lips before slipping his tongue into her at the same time pushing her slightly back, both landing on the bed.

Angel whimpered the moment she felt the soft mattress on her back and Ichigo almost lost control at the sweet sound. His kiss became deeper and even more forceful as he held onto either side of her face. His thumbs massaged her jaw to keep her relaxed as his tongue performed another battle with her own.

"Angel," he breathed against her as his lips started to kiss their way down her neck.

The woman moaned as his tongue licked at every drop of sweat that was now falling because of him and not so much because of the heat. One of her arms wrapped around his shoulders as the other one ran a path down his muscular back. She heard a small groan against her neck as her fingers travelled down his wet skin.

"Angel," he moaned again as a hand came down and started to gently knead one of her breasts.

"Ichigo!" she gasped before biting her lower lip to stop her voice from getting any louder. After all, the twins were still in the other room, not sleeping since noise was unmistakably coming through the walls.

Ichigo's confidence grew even more when she arched her back, rubbing her clothed-chest against his bare one. He then felt her hand running down his chest, feeling all the bumps and shapes of his muscles. His breathing hitched as he bit down on her pulse point. His hand immediately clamped down on her mouth to block her startled yelp as his tongue smoothed the pain.

"Angel, relax for me," he whispered as he came back up to suck her lower lip in-between his own lips. "Baby, tell me you like what I'm doing to you," he smirked as his fingers started to tug on her hardening nipple through her bikini.

Angel gasped at the sensation. "I-Ichigo," she whimpered, closing her eyes to feel everything he was offering her, "D-don't you dare stop," she ordered.

Ichigo loved how responsive she was becoming. "As you wish," he smirked before mashing their lips together. And he almost moaned when her tongue came out to meet his. The hand that was on her breast came down to play with the hem of her thin skirt before shoving his fingers between the skirt and her wet skin. Angel moaned as she felt his fingers playing against her skin. And just as he was about to move up higher—

BAM!

The two jumped away from each other as if they touched something hot when the door suddenly swung open and slammed against the opposite wall. They dared not look over to the door, mentally hoping for the same thing:

Please say you didn't see anything!

But life was never fair.

"KYA! Aira! We're going to be grandparents soon!" Jacob squealed causing the two to stiffen.

"GET OUT!" Ichigo yelled at him with his red face.

"Don't be shy my son!" Jacob laughed, "It's completely normal for young people to express their love—"

"That's it!" Ichigo cut his father off by running after him. "Come back here you perverted bastard!"

Angel watched in silence as Ichigo chased after his father, with Jacod screaming "MY SON IS A MAN! HE'S NOT IMPOTENT! I'M GOING TO BE GRANDFATHER!" and with Ichigo yelling at him to shut up. She sighed. This was not how she was hoping to end this once-great vacation.

"What's going on Angel-neesan?"

Angel looked up to see Megumi and Megan standing by the open door. She shook her head. "You seriously don't want to know."

Ichigo smirked against her neck as his tongue flicked against her pulse point.

"Ichigo," Angel gasped as Ichigo's ministration became even more intense every time she became more responsive.

They had just finished their cool lunch. And since Ichigo made the meal,Angel was automatically in charge of washing the dishes. Just as she finished and turned off the faucet, she felt his warm body right behind her and Ichigo's mouth suddenly attacking her neck.

With each passing day he was jumping on her more often and with more force that it was slowly driving her mad.

"Eungh," she bit her lower lip as a moan came out. Ichigo's hands were in front of her, kneading her hips in his tight grip as his mouth bit down on her again. "Ichigo! Don't—mhmm, d-don't leave a mark," she gasped.

Ichigo snickered against her neck before whispering into her ear. "You can easily cover it up so don't worry."

"Still," she trembled when he suddenly brought up one of his hands to her breast and starting palming it. "Y-you're be-ah!-becoming aggressive, a-aren't you," she stuttered as he took a hard nipple and started rolling it around his fingers.

"What do you expect me to do when you're not even fighting against me," Ichigo replied before he grabbed her arm and turned her around. Angel was startled when she was swung around but immediately held onto his shoulders when he grabbed the back of her legs and pulled her up to situate her on top of the counter before diving for her lips. She obediently opened her mouth to him and moaned at the feel of his tongue pressing against her own.

Ichigo loved the sweet noises that were coming from Angel and just as it was starting to come from his throat as well, they were interrupted.

Ding Dong!

The two immediately froze when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Angel slowly looked up to see Ichigo glaring at the door but not moving to answer it. "Aren't you going to go see who that is?" she asked.

"Che, no thanks. I might just kill the guy for bothering us," he snorted before looking back at her. "Just ignore it," he said as he claimed her lips back.

But Angel was having a hard time going back to their intense make out session when the bell rung for the second time. "Ichigo, I think you should check it out," she nudged his shoulder.

Ichigo groaned. "Fine, just stay—"

"Walker-kun? Are you there?"

Ichigo froze when he heard the unmistakable voice of Kyla Reyes coming from the other side of the door.

"Walker-kun!" She called a bit more earnestly this time as she rung the door bell several more times.

Angel watched the door in utter disbelief. Why was that woman here?! "Did you lock the doors?" she asked. Ichigo simply replied with a nod when suddenly the doorknob was twisting left and right from the other side. It seemed like Kyla was trying to open the door! But luckily she couldn't since it was locked. However, the ringing wasn't stopping nor did she stop calling out his name.

"What is she doing here?" Ichigo groaned quietly as he held onto Angel even tighter. "Hopefully she'll leave once she realizes the doors not going to open."

"Not likely," Ange muttered as Kyla tried opening the door again. "Maybe you should just go and tell her to leave."

"Che," Ichigo snorted as he placed his head against her neck and shoulder to block out the annoying ringing, "That woman's been trying to get at me for years so I know her ways. She won't go away; she'll just invite herself in and stay as long as possible. It happened many times in the past."

"Is she mental or something?" Angel asked as Kyla called "Walker-kun!" a few more times from outside.

Ichigo smirked against her. "No, just persistent. She's a loyal friend that everyone would die to have, but the down-side is that she doesn't know how to take a 'no' for an answer. Kyla says she's over me but she's been bothering me nonstop even when I moved to Tokyo. Not to mention she still goes around saying her ideal type of guy is someone with natural orange hair and a permanent scowl on his face."

Angel chuckled. "Reyes-sensei must really love you," she whispered but felt a million angry veins popping out of her forehead when the ringing didn't stop. "Can you please get the door? If this continues I just might do it."

Ichigo sighed. "But I really don't want to see her."

"Then I'll just—" Angel stopped when she heard a second—female—voice coming from outside.

This person was talking to Kyla but their words were being muffled by the door. However, Ichigo and Angel could clearly distinct 'disturbance' and 'Ichigo's out' coming from the other person. Soon enough, they heard footsteps walking away from their door and then it became silent.

After several seconds, Angel asked, "Do you think it's safe?"

"I don't know," Ichigo answered as he helped Angel off the counter top. She went to the living room while he went to the door to look through the peephole. "Yeah, seems like she's finally gone."

"I wonder who that other person was," Angel said as she sat on the couch and waited for Ichigo to join her.

The orange head shook his head as he sat next to her. "Don't know, but I should figure it out so I can send her a gift basket," he smirked before pushing Angel onto her back on the couch. "Now, where were we?" he went straight for her lips which were slightly parted when he pushed her down.

Angel moaned in approval as her arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in closer. He angled his neck to the side to reach deeper into her mouth with his tongue. He groaned with annoyance though when he noticed her clamped legs were prohibiting him from going closer so he grabbed either leg and parted them. He settled himself between her legs which unconsciously wrapped around his firm waist.

The closeness was now starting to get to her. Angel was blushing madly as she felt his body fully over hers and gasped as his arm came around her back to pull her up so her chest would meet his.

One of Ichigo's hands was still on one of her legs, gently rubbing up and down as he continued playing with her swollen lips. Feeling more confident after hearing her moan for the nth time that day, Ichigo gently slid his hand under her hiked skirt, closer and closer to the part where her legs connected with her hips.

"Ichigo," she gasped, arching her body even more.

A growl came from the back of his throat as Ichigo started to smother her faces with his open kisses. He was about to push his hand up higher to trace over her panties when—

Ring Ring Ring! Ring Ring Ring!

Ichigo let out a frustrated groan when the home phone started to ring off the hook.

"Ichigo," Angel huffed out in deep breaths, "Hurry up and get it."

"No," he groaned as he went back to kissing her neck. "I don't want to be interrupted anymore."

The deep tone of his voice got Angel to nod in agreement with him as she brought his head back up to kiss her lips again. And just as Ichigo was about to grab her panties again—

"Walker-kun?"

The two stopped their ministration and their breathing also stilled when they suddenly heard Reyes's voice coming from the answering machine. Ichigo smothered his angry growl against Angel's neck.

"Ano, I came by your place today but I guess you weren't home," she started, "Fernandez-kun told me you would be home since you came back from your vacation, but maybe you went out."

"I would have been blowing my mind out by now if it weren't for you," Ichigo mumbled, earning him a light smack on the head from Angel.

"Anyways, I just needed to talk to you about something…Something really important so please call me back as soon as you get this message. If you want, I can come over again later and maybe we can meet then…or if you're busy we can meet somewhere else. I remember how you liked that little restaurant close to my place when we were in high school. Want to go have dinner there with me?—Ah! I'm not trying to ask you ou—I mean, ano…" the pause continued for a few more seconds before her voice came back. Angel's eye started to twitch when she could practically 'see' the blush on Kyla's face on the other side, "I really want to talk to you. Please say you will meet with me. I will be waiting for your call."

The line disconnected on the other side and the answering machine turned off after Kyla finally hung up.

Ichigo released a sigh of relief as the apartment got quiet again. He looked down at Angel ready to start again when he noticed a frown on her face, her eyes still at the answering machine. "Oi, pay attention," he snarled.

Angel looked back at him with a stern look. "Does it really look like I want to do something after that?" she pointed to the machine.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Just ignore it," he said and tried to dive for her lips again but Angel turned away. "Com'on, are you seriously going to let that stupid phone call stop us?" he asked.

"Are you going to call her back?" she simply asked.

A growl escaped his lips when she ignored his own question. He gently, but firmly, grabbed her chin and brought it up so she was looking at him again. He was staring down at her with his intense eyes as he lowered his lips. "No," he replied, lips moving above hers as he whispered against her, "How can I when I'm completely wrapped up with someone like you right now?"

Angel's eyes widened at his startling confession when he took the opportunity to come at her lips again. This time she didn't avoid him but lightly moaned as their lips danced against each other in gently movements.

Knowing her mind was back on him and only him, Ichigo decided not to waste anymore time. His hand, which was still under her skirt, finally made its way up to the hem of her panties. He lightly traced over the lace, drawing out a sensual moan from Angel who was squirming under him. It took all of him to not lose complete control as he tried to steady himself. He didn't want to rush into things but take their time to enjoy every moment of it. But with her constant moaning, squirming, and not to mention her nails clawing him against his shirt was making his hand on her panties twitch with anticipation.

"Slow down baby," he mumbled with one of her lips in between his own.

"Ichi-go," she only replied as she arched against him again.

Ichigo growled as he fingers finally hooked onto her panties—

Ring Ring Ring!

"Oh come on!" Ichigo screamed as he dropped his head against Angel's shoulder again. Every time he was ready to take the bigger step someone just had to interrupt him!

Angel was not doing any better than Ichigo. The moment she heard the phone again, she let out a frustrated groan and glared at the phone.

The machine got the call again, but this time another voice came on.

"Oi Ichigo! It's me, Lucy. I know you're there so pick up!"

There was a pause of confusion as Ichigo and Angel looked at each other, both wondering the same two things: why is Lucy calling? And should they pick it up?

"Take your damn hands out of Bushū's skirt and answer—"

"Shut up!" Ichigo screamed into the phone. His eyebrows knitted together when he heard the annoying laughter of the older woman on the other side of the phone. He had immediately jumped up to answer the call the moment she mentioned about his hands up Angel's skirt… yes it was true, but she didn't need to say it like that.

Ichigo's eyes strayed to a blushing Angel who was trying to readjust her clothes as she picked up her homework. She mumbled something about going back to her room to finish it, and quickly disappeared.

Ichigo released a frustrated groan at the lost opportunity of having Angel against him. "What the fuck do you want?" he growled.

"Oh, somebody's angry. Did I just 'cockblock' you?" Lucy snickered.

Ichigo cringed. "I really don't want to talk about something like that with you."

Lucy chuckled. "Fine. I just wanted to let you know two things. First, you forgot to fill up Mark's car when you returned it so now that bastard is stuck in the middle of nowhere—"

Meanwhile, in the middle of nowhere…

"Lucy! Quickly send Vince over!" Mark screamed into the blazing hot sun as he lied on top of his dead car.

"—And second, I was by your place a little while ago and I was the one who got rid of that Inoue girl. Seriously, she was about to knock your door down."

"So it was you, huh?" Ichigo sighed, "Anyways, thanks for doing that."

"No problem. I know how persistent that girl is," Lucy responded, "She's a really nice girl but she just has to realize that you're not going to go out with her. Hasn't years of separation been enough to tell her to move on?"

"I wish I knew the answer to that one. But according to Andrew, she's still hoping for the impossible," Ichigo grumbled as he rubbed his face.

"Oh, it's impossible? Does that mean little Ichigo finally decide to settle down? Is it with Bushū?"

A blush ran across Ichigo's. "W-what are you talking about ?!"

Lucy laughed out loud. "Aw, don't act shy Ichigo. I know you were trying to get busy with Bushū. Why, was the vacation to beach not enough alone time with her?"

"Shut up!" Ichigo screamed into the phone, "There's nothing going on! Or did you forget she's my student?!"

"More like you forgot about that," Lucy said in a stern voice that froze Ichigo in his seat. "I'm right, aren't I?" she continued after hearing no response from the other line.

"…Shut up, Lucy," Ichigo growled lowly as he quickly hung up the phone. He stayed still on the couch as her last few sentence kept playing over and over again in his head.

After a few more minutes, Ichigo pushed himself up and made his way to his room. But just as he passed Angel's room, he stopped and stared at her closed door. He didn't know how long he stood there or when his hand came up, but just as his tight fist was about to make contact with her door, he stopped and stood still. Then, his fist fell next to his side like a dead-weight, and he quickly went into his room, slamming the door shut out of frustration.

He dropped his heavy body onto the bed, burying his head into his pillow to muffle the sound of his groan.

Today started out mediocre and then into something fabulous, and now, it felt like a whole ton of weight fell on his shoulders.

First of all, he was getting annoyed by Inoue and her persistent attitude. Sure she was his good friend from high school but she was still dreaming of becoming someone more in his life. Something he could never give her, especially now that he has…

Wait.

Has who?

Angel?

Ichigo frowned at the thought. How could he possibly have Angel when she's his student? Now that he was thinking about it, ever since they went to the beach he hadn't been contemplating about their 'professional' relationship every time they were together, especially when he attacked her to ravage her mouth. And seeing how Angel never really fought to stop him she hadn't thought about it either.

But the problem was that they were going back to school in a few days, to a place where they would be constantly reminded of the relationship that they should be having, only to multiply their guilt by the thousands. Which means they'll have to stay away from each other—

Ichigo groaned for the nth time that day.

It was easier said then done. He knew he wouldn't be able to easily give up the sweet, delicious drug that was Bushū Angel. If he could somehow make Angel -flavored candies, he knew he'd make a fortune out of it…Of course that'll never happen since he's not going to let anyone taste her but him.

Ichigo groaned again as his mind suddenly became possessive.

As he continued thinking about all the complications that suddenly entered his life, Ichigo's consciousness slipped away. He hadn't even realized that he fell asleep until he was suddenly jerked awake several hours later.

"Ichigo."

"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.