202A/N: Konnichiwa Minna!
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Neko-chan! ~ ~ Domo Arigato!
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Warning: Lemon scene ahead!
Enjoy!
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Chapter – 17
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'Alright, girls. You can leave now. I need to have a word with Orihime' Rangiku announced and a giggling Yuzu and a smirking Karin vacated the room.
The door was shut softly and the new bride smoothed her delicate, pale turquoise night dress as she plastered a smile on her face and turned to face her mentor.
She abruptly halted in shock at the stern but understanding look in her eyes as the woman brought her hand up to gently brush her fingertips against her cheeks.
'Give him a chance. Give yourself a chance.'
And with those parting sentences, Madame Rangiku left the room.
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Utterly bored from the mindless chatter that his own wedding celebration had brought him, Lord Ichigo made his way towards the interior of his manor, determined to not let any more men and even women ply him with "helpful" advice for his wedding night. Apparently, all the respect for his title was easily overcome by the power of the freely-flowing alcohol which had been thoroughly enjoyed by the villagers.
A figure descending the darkened staircase that led to his chambers distracted him. As figure stepped forward into the space illuminated by the wall scones, he noted that it was the very voluptuous seamstress who'd given him quite the smack across the face the previous day.
'Madame Rangiku.' He greeted coolly.
'Lord Kurosaki.' She replied in kind.
He moved to walk past her but stopped as she started to speak.
'I suppose you are your parents' son, after all.'
His face swiveled to hers.
'What?'
A wry smile stretched across the woman's face.
'Thank you, for doing the right thing. I can honestly say that I wasn't expecting it.'
He gave a barely perceptible nod and continued on his way up the staircase, leaving the older woman to find her way back.
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As he trudged along the lonely, desolate corridors, his thoughts were on his new bride. She was most definitely upset, that much was obvious. Once again he cursed the stupid woman who had dared to show her miserable face on this day. Of course, he couldn't honestly say that this was the happiest day of their lives, or even his own for that matter, but that was only because he fervently hoped that they had better and brighter things to look forward to. No, today wasn't the day, but it was a start. Or at least it had been.
Her hurt expression, her heartbreak; he'd seen it all, even though she hadn't wanted him to or thought that he'd noticed. It was just that he had become so used to noting each subtle shift and change in her expression and behavior that it was almost impossible for him to miss even the slightest hints of her discomfort. And so, he'd decided that he wasn't going to give up. Even if she was angry, hurt or miserable, there had to be a way to fix this mess. He wasn't ready to let go of this new chance at happiness so soon. And most definitely not because of some foul hag who'd turned up uninvited. Sometimes, he really questioned his past choices of conquests, but at the moment, that was neither here nor there.
He pushed open the door to his bedchamber and halted abruptly, taken aback by the sight before him.
She stood against the open window, her back towards him as the moonlight that shined through the glass panes of the large window and open, deep reddish-brown drapes bathed her in a soft, muted silvery glow. A few locks of her long, lustrous burnt-orange hair had been pulled back into a loose, intricate braid with pretty, pale pink flowers intertwined into its twisting length, while the rest was left unbound. The wild, fiery tresses tangled about her delicate shoulders and the rest of her beautifully curved form was encased in a thin, silky, light blue nightdress that ended below her knees.
Her face turned slightly as he entered, but not nearly enough to meet his gaze.
Well, it's not like he'd expected anything less.
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Orihime kept her eyes focused on the Earl's reflection on the glass as he walked past the many lit candles that illuminated the large room, tugging at the string holding his high-collared black cloak and letting it flutter to the floor, along with the tailcoat he'd had on as he came to stand behind her.
'Orihime.' He said, his voice low and gravelly, and she made the mistake of looking up.
She didn't know how he did it, but even in a mere reflection, his brown irises were piercing and she knew that he saw the hesitation and uncertainty in her own silver eyes.
'You're upset.'
The slight twitching of her hand, which rested upon the window pane was the only response that signified that she had heard him.
He sighed.
'Look, she didn't mean anything, alright? She is nothing to me.'
'I know.' She said quietly, and he blinked in surprise as she continued, 'But what she said can't be negated, can it?'
'What?'
'This is an obligation, all of it. This wedding, this marriage, this supposed relationship, they're all just formalities.'
Before he could respond, she turned around to face him and he was once again struck by the burning determination in her sparkling gray eyes. She took a breath to compose herself and spoke the measured words that she had carefully debated upon prior to his arrival.
'But, I don't regret it.'
His eyes widened at her statement.
'I don't regret any of this. And even if you think of all this only as an obligation, I don't. Because I love you. And you may never return that or hate me for it but I – '
The rest of her words were cut off as he crashed his lips down to meet hers in a hungry kiss that made her forget anything she might have wanted to say. She didn't have time to react as he moved his lips over hers, stealing away the breath from her lungs. They were both panting when he pulled away and he tilted her chin up so that she could meet his sharp gaze and thoroughly amused smirk, which had her heart caught in her throat.
She couldn't possibly have said anything to put that dangerous expression on his face!
'Oh, Orihime.' He purred silkily and she gulped involuntarily as his smirk only widened further.
'You're sadly mistaken if you think I can be forced into anything I don't want.'
She gasped aloud as the clear implication of his words sank in. She blinked, trying to get over his sudden declaration and then, a slow, disbelieving smile started to curve her lips.
His smirk morphed into an easy grin and his eyes glinted with a sort of hidden mirth as he leaned down towards her, drawing out the time in which he closed the distance between them. Unlike before, his lips brushed against her in a surprisingly gentle manner as his hand reached up to cup her face.
Her eyes drifted shut as he tilted her face and deepened the kiss. She let her hands timidly come up to rest on his shoulders and as his tongue swept her bottom lip in one sure motion, her lips parted in a sigh. Their seemingly slow kiss turned torrid as their tongues met in an intertwining dance. She couldn't get enough of him. His heady scent had her brains scrambled and she didn't even know that she was pressing herself closer to him with every passing second.
He slanted his mouth over hers repeatedly, tasting her sweet cavern. Her fingers tugged at the collar of his shirt and his arms wound around her slim waist. A low growl emanated from his throat, sending a shiver racing down her spine as she found herself crushed against his chest.
She broke away, gasping for air and blushing profusely at having given in so easily. But then again, she'd always known how hopeless her resistance was whenever it came to him.
All of a sudden, he turned her around so that she was facing the window again. She barely had time to think before she felt him shift her heavy curtain of hair over one shoulder, his fingers running through the soft strands and unravelling her braid in the process as he bent his head to press his lips to the sensitive skin behind her ear.
Her haggard breaths fogged up the glass, partially hiding the view of the star-filled night sky outside, but even that couldn't block the reflection of his penetrating chocolate irises that didn't waver from her own silvery-grey for even a moment.
His hand came up to cover hers as it rested on the cool window pane, his calloused fingers filling up the spaces between hers while his other hand snaked around her waist once more. Bright color suffused her cheeks as his palm flattened against her supple stomach, pulling her backwards to his taller frame.
Her breath hitched in her throat as his teeth lightly nipped at the shell of her ear and she found herself clutching the sleeve of his shirt with her free hand. She was trapped, unable to even blink, arrested in place by his intense, unmoving stare and her heart thudded faster with each light kiss he pressed to the soft skin as he trailed downwards from her ear to the nape of her neck. And just when her eyes started to shut, he took one end of the string holding her nightdress in place between his teeth and tugged.
She gasped in absolute shock and flaring embarrassment as he moved away and the silky material pooled at her feet, leaving her in a short, thin white chemise. She whirled around to face him and found herself trapped between his arms and the window. He was millimeters away and the soft moonlight further highlighted his devastatingly handsome features.
His orange hair, unruly as always, had a silvery quality about it as it fell into his eyes and the subtle glow of the dim lighting only brought the sharp angles of his nose and jaw into contrast. Her gaze wandered to the soft, yet strong lips that had been upon hers moments ago and then her heart tripped as she noted the serious expression in his eyes.
Desire.
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Lord Ichigo Kurosaki doubted that his new bride would ever know just how very alluring she looked in that moment. Wide eyes, crimson cheeks, and shell-pink lips – the lower of which was being bitten in a manner that made him ache to taste it as he had before.
He knew that she could see it; because he saw it in her deep gray pools. She recognized the burning want in his eyes, but he doubted that she knew that hers reflected the same.
A shaky breath was pulled in through her parted lips as he felt his mouth curve into an indulgent smirk. He'd expected the nervousness, the shyness, but he couldn't have anticipated her curiosity and the yearning that was so openly visible on her expressive face – and that only made him want her more.
Never one to wait around for too long, he dropped his mouth to hers again, freeing the bottom lip that had been worried mercilessly as he plunged his tongue once again into her waiting mouth, savoring her sweet taste. His fingers tangled into the fine, glossy curtain of her burnt-orange mane, even as he felt hers timidly reach for the buttons of his black waistcoat. With shy, tentative motions, she was finally able to slip them through the holes and he let the garment slip off and brought his arms about her enticingly slim waist.
Her hands were practically shaking as she reached for the collar of his white shirt, her fingers fumbling and her heartbeat frantic – but she didn't stop.
He pulled back slightly to break the kiss and they were both panting, taking in much needed air. His eyes met hers and immediately, the color in her cheeks darkened. She tried to remove her hands from his shirt but he held them in place, just like he held her gaze.
He watched, enthralled as slowly, hesitant determination entered her eyes and she let them shut.
And then, she rose to her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.
He froze, his thoughts racing. This was the first time that she had ever kissed him of her own accord. She'd always responded to his advances but approach him on her own? Never.
For all its uncommonness, his frigid state lasted but a second.
The next moment, he had imprisoned against the window, her sweetly curved body flush against his own hard frame as he devoured her delectable mouth. Despite all her bashful behavior, she responded in kind, her tongue eagerly tangled with his and her fingers almost twisted the small buttons off entirely in her haste to undo them.
It seemed that the time for pleasantries was long past.
The initially soft kiss turned ravenous and heated as she managed to open his shirt and he almost ripped it off in his hurry to be divested of the suddenly offensive garment.
Cool, timorous fingers brushed against the planes of his chiseled chest and he fought back a hiss of pleasure at her shy exploring. Her timid touch trailed down his well-defined stomach, her nails lightly raking against responsive muscles that jumped at her touch as she flattened her palms to feel more of his hard abdomen.
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She let out an embarrassed squeak as he suddenly cupped her bottom and lifted her up against himself so that her abundant breasts were crushed against his solid chest. Reflexively, she wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles in place. It was then that a short, wordless moan escaped her, as she felt the evidence of his arousal against her most intimate place.
A hand twisted in her hair while another gripped her hip as her orange-haired lover traced a line of fiery open-mouthed kisses along the pale column of her throat. Electricity raced through her veins as his tongue swirled around her pulse-point, making her throw her head back in wild abandon to give him more access, even as she bit her lower lip to trap all the embarrassing sounds that her traitorous mouth wanted to let escape. His teeth teased the sensitive skin and he let slip a husky growl of satisfaction at having marked her as his own. She jolted in his arms in response and her back arched, pushing her further against him as her mouth fell open in a moan.
'Ichigo.'
There was a sweeping sound as the young Earl pulled the wide curtain with one hand, shutting out the dim glimmer of the moon while he supported her weight with another, and the next second she felt her back press into the soft mattress of his bed as he hovered over her.
She blinked up at him in shock and drew in a startled breath at the decadent pleasure in his molten brown eyes and the amused smirk that stretched his lips.
'So that's what it takes, ' he rasped, his voice low and husky, 'to get you to finally say my name.'
Dark crimson color rose to her cheeks and she turned her face to the side as she fought to control her urge to hide her face behind her hands in mortification.
A hand on her cheek tilted her face and his mouth met hers in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
'Say it again.' He muttered against her lips.
She was sure he could hear her pounding heartbeat as she obliged in a whisper.
'Ichigo.'
Calloused fingers moved from her waist to her stomach and then her ribs, skimming the smooth, soft skin as his head dipped to the base of her throat and her fingers tangled in his hair. Shivers ran through her body as his warm breath brushed her collar bone and his nose skimmed the side of her neck.
'Again' he repeated and she shuddered in his iron grip as his hands caressed her skin, moving higher and higher on her ribs with every shaky breath she took in.
'Ichigo.'
He took a moment to move away slightly and look at the wonderfully sinful picture she painted before him. Her creamy skin seemed to glow in the candle-lit room, which emphasized her fair complexion as she lay there on his satiny black bed sheets. Long, lustrous and wild, her reddish-orange hair fanned about her, the vivid colors in sharp contrast with the dark covers under her. The thin, white chemise which she wore did nothing to hide her exquisitely curved form and the flimsy material ended at her upper thighs, exposing her shapely legs.
Just like the rest of her, her face was the work of a master intent upon torturing any living man. Sooty eyelashes brushed against full cheeks as she blinked her half-lidded silvery grey eyes. Her full lips were a delicious red, swollen from his kisses and her own teeth. The way that sweet mouth shyly spoke his name in her musical, lilting voice had heat shooting straight to his groin, burning everything in its path and driving him to the brink of insanity. The bright blush suffusing her cheeks spoke of her innocence and everything in him at that moment wanted nothing more than to corrupt her, taint her, and to make her want him as much as he wanted her.
Restless fingers pulled his head back down to hers and their lips met once more, tongues melding together and each delicious stroke became increasingly hot and voracious.
Orihime's eyes flew open as a ripping sound greeted her ears and she realized that that was her chemise being torn off of her. Face in flames, her arms came up immediately to shield her body.
And then she made the mistake of looking into his eyes.
Burning hunger and yearning lust filled his ravenous gaze and her heart thudded against her ribcage as the side of his mouth kicked-up once again to form a familiar, wicked grin.
The next second, one of his hands held both her wrists above her head and all she could do was gasp in surprise as he lent down to whisper in her ear.
'Revenge is sweet.'
Scorching heat shot through her body at his words and her face turned scarlet once more. Well, she had chained him to the bed before.
She swallowed at his darkening gaze as his eyes roved over her exposed form, taking in her full, rounded breasts, tipped with pink peaks and her flat, supple stomach before he reached up to gently cup one of her heaving mounds with his free hand.
She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud as his palm raked against one of her stiffened nubs, and he squeezed and molded the pliant flesh. Long, dexterous fingers pinched the hardened point and her lithe body twisted in response, her nails digging into the palms of her restrained hands.
And then he dipped his head to enclose his mouth over a rosy nipple.
Her spine arched as his tongue swirled around the tightened nub while he simultaneously tweaked its twin and wordless cries spilt from her mouth. She writhed beneath him, mewling helplessly as scorching sensations tugged at her core, searing everything in their path on their way down to her most intimate place. Unconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together, trying to stifle the burning ache with the slight friction but to no avail. A loud moan burst forth from her lips and as she felt him smirk against her breast, coils of heat tightened in her stomach.
He moved away slightly to admire the sight he'd created and a colossal wave of acute need rushed into him as he took in her heaving mounds and flushed face.
A look into her desire-filled, half-lidded eyes and a breathless word arrested him in place.
'Please.'
He released her and watched in rapt fascination as her hands clenched in the sheets while she tried to compose herself.
'I – ' she started, forced herself to look into his intense eyes as she spoke, 'I want to touch you.'
The next second, she found herself straddling him, her knees digging into the mattress as he turned them over. Large, warm hands gripped her hips and she blinked up at him to see a crooked smile on his face.
'Be my guest.' He said, each syllable slow and measured in his gravelly voice as he grinned up at her with amused eyes.
Fire rushed to her face as her eyes shamelessly roamed over his muscular arms and chiseled chest and abdomen. The golden glow of the candles in the room only highlighted the sun-bronzed hue of his tanned skin, making her itch to run her hands all over. Soft fingers rested on his strong shoulders as she supported her weight and leant forward to press her lips against his before placing a trail of light kisses against the thick tendons of his neck. She traced his collarbone with her kisses and then advanced below to his chest and his stomach, reveling in the way his tightened muscles jumped at her shy ministrations.
His scent was intoxicating. Smoky, spicy, clean, and something so utterly masculine that made her lightheaded in an utterly pleasing way. And it was because of this heady mixture that she wanted to taste him, taste his mouthwateringly taut skin that stretched over powerful muscles. For once, she gave into her desires and as her fingers caressingly fluttered over his well-built upper arms, she let her tongue trace a long, sure lick up along the center of his sculpted stomach.
In the blink of an eye, he flipped them over in a single powerful move and settled between her now outstretched legs while all she could do was gape in disbelief.
It took a few seconds for her to be able to swallow the sudden lump in her throat as her eyes met terrifyingly bright golden irises surrounded by midnight black sclera.
Surprisingly, with all the things that had been going on, she had somehow managed to forget that the man she had married was half vampire.
A thumb stroked her lower lip and Orihime held back a flinch as the Earl lowered his face to the side of her neck. Long fingers ran through her hair, making her shiver.
'You're scared.' He breathed in her ear and she couldn't help but note the morose tone that entered his voice.
'No.' she replied, her fingers threading through the soft hair at the back of his head. That much was true. Even if she was nervous, she could never be afraid of the man before her.
'Not of you. Never of you.'
Wordlessly, she tilted her head so that her throat was exposed to him.
The soft kiss he pressed against the sensitive skin had her eyes fluttering open.
'You severely underestimate me. I am completely capable of controlling myself.' He chuckled darkly and her mouth fell open as a vivid blush spread over her face.
'You shouldn't have to.' She said quietly, as she turned her face to meet his piercing gaze.
An unfathomable expression entered his eyes and she had never seen him look so serious.
And then his lips devoured hers in a bruising kiss, his arms wrapping around her once more as her hands buried themselves in hair, pulling him impossibly closer to her body. Just like that, the seemingly insatiable hunger that had somewhat simmered down when they had stopped to speak flared up again with the force of an explosive fire that consumed every touch, every action, every thought.
His talented hands found her breasts again and she gave up on keeping her sanity as he massaged the abundant mounds. His expert fingers rolled and pinched her tightly pebbled nubs and she moaned his name, long and loud. His appreciative growl sent searing heat through every nerve ending she possessed and her core throbbed with intense need.
As their tongues danced, his hands trailed down her waist and stomach to her bent legs. He skimmed over the backs of her thighs, lightly tickling the soft, milky white skin and she shuddered at the feeling. And then her hands untangled from his hair to clench the sheets beneath her as his fingers traced the entrance of her most private place. The sharp bite of sizzling desire lanced through him at the sight of her pink, glistening womanhood, barely shielded by a small patch of soft auburn curls. He brushed against it once, twice, a third time, slow and torturous and she mewled, her cries needy and wanting as she unconsciously pressed against his hand. A lone finger parted her soft folds and slipped into her and he groaned at how wet she was for him.
He pumped in and out of her steadily, loving the way she sighed each moan that arose in her throat. The slow rhythm he'd started soon became frantic and one finger became two as he increased the pace. Her lissome body squirmed and ground against his exploring fingers as her needy whimpers echoed around the room. She drew in a startled gasp as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth at the same time that his free hand found the back of her knee and hoisted her leg over his broad shoulder.
A shocked glance at him through half-lidded eyes had her heart stopping at the wicked grin he shot her as his thumb brushed against her throbbing pearl, making her cry out in desperate want. His golden irises burned her and she shivered at the sight of his canines, which had elongated and sharpened to a point as he placed open-mouthed butterfly kisses from her ankle, down to her calf and then her thigh, even as his fingers drove her wild with their firm probing.
Without warning, his fingers curled and his thumb pressed down on her throbbing, sensitive nub as his teeth sank into the inside of her thigh.
And then she broke.
Her body stretched taught and her spine arched as wave after wave of fierce pleasure crashed through her. Her fingernails left deep grooves in the sheets as she clenched at them and her body trembled. His name spilt from her lips over and over in breathless cries while his skilled fingers continued to pump into her, wringing out the last dregs of her pleasure as his tongue laved her skin, taking care not to waste even a drop of her sweet, addictive blood as he drank from her.
Her eyes sought his face as she came down from her high and fire raced through her once more as he licked his fingers.
A fierce blush rose to her cheeks and she hastened to remove her leg from his shoulder, embarrassed at having so wantonly enjoyed such a scandalous position. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he let his fingers graze the luscious skin of her thighs once more and then divested himself of his remaining clothing. He was about to climb back over her when a sharp intake of breath halted him.
The young lord looked up at his pretty wife's face to see wide eyes and crimson cheeks as her gaze trailed down to his navel and then lower, to his fully hardened arousal. She peeked up at him, her lower lip between her teeth again and he couldn't help the arrogantly proud smirk that briefly took over his face before he was able to maintain his limited composure.
But it was when he hovered above her once more that he noticed the nervousness she had tried to conceal.
A warm hand caressed her cheek and she blinked as a soft kiss was pressed against her lips.
'Orihime.' He said as he interlaced their fingers, 'trust me.'
Something tugged at her heart. It was the first time that she'd seen such a sweet, genuine smile on his face and a beautiful warmth shining in his smoldering irises, which were once again the intense amber that she loved.
A welcome weight pressed into her as he moved closer and her fingers wove through his hair. He eased himself into her and stilled as he felt her barrier, gritting his teeth in an effort to keep himself from plunging mercilessly into the wonderfully wet warmth that beckoned him so that he wouldn't hurt the delicate woman below him. She wriggled a little, trying to get used to the foreign intrusion and he let out a strained hiss.
At her nod to continue, he buried himself with her and then stilled as her body stiffened and a pained cry burst from her lips. A harsh growl escaped his mouth at the flood of fierce pleasure that rushed into him as he felt her slick heat around him, encompassing him like the finest glove and he fought to control the urge to move, absolute guilt gripping him like a vice for experiencing something so earth-shatteringly amazing while she was in pain.
Gentle fingers wiped away he single tear that had slipped free and he pressed one kiss after another to her lips as apologies tumbled out of his mouth.
'I'm sorry, sweetheart. So sorry.'
In a little bit, she felt the pain ebb away and she rolled her hips experimentally, testing out this new feeling. He took that as permission and slowly pulled out before pushing in again, making them both groan in unison at the torturous pleasure. Soon, hasty breaths grew labored and sweat covered glistening bodies as they moved in synchronization in a steady rhythm.
Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her fingers clenched his wide shoulders as his hands found purchase on her hips, his grip tight and demanding. He ground into her again and again, seeking her wet, scorching center and she rolled her hips together with his as burning coils of need tightened in her stomach.
He moved faster and faster, his strokes bordering on forceful and she twisted in turned, moans turning to sobs as they both sought the elusive peak of promised release. At last when she felt that she could handle it no more, like she would truly break from the overwhelming sensations he evoked within her, he pulled out almost completely before he sank back in as he reached between them to pinch her jewel.
Dainty fingernails scored his strong back with a passion that left him stunned and his beautiful lover threw her head back in abandon as she shattered, ultimate ecstasy sweeping through her. Breathlessly, she moaned out his name over and over, her body trembling, writhing, and stretching and her ankles locking behind him as she drew him in impossibly further into her wildly convulsing channel. Her powerful release triggered his and a tsunami of euphoric pleasure slammed into him as he turned rigid, spilling into her while he groaned out her name in jubilance.
For a few moments, all that was heard was ragged breathing and panting sighs as he lay there on top of her. Afraid of crushing her, he moved away slightly and she made a small sound of disapproval as he pulled out of her, causing a tired grin to ease itself onto his face. He rolled over and she squeaked as he wound an arm around her, bringing her to himself so that she was draped over his chest, her head resting over his heart.
Orihime had never felt so safe, so content, and so complete, as she did right there in his protective, warm embrace.
His fingers stroked her hair and she felt sleep call her. He probably sensed it because he tilted her chin up to meet her gaze and her heart thudded at his absolutely honest expression.
And then, after he pressed a tender kiss to her lips, he finally said the words she had always wanted to hear but thought he'd never say.
'I love you.'
Wetness gathered at the corner of her eyes at the force of her emotion but she refused to let the tears fall as she looked up at him. Ichigo felt as if his heart would burst as on her face appeared the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
Always. He had always been the cause for her sorrow, her pain, her misery. But this time, he was the reason behind her happiness. All that he had ever seen were her tears but now, he was and he vowed to be as much as possible in the foreseeable future, the reason for her smile.
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A/N: Tada! There you have it!
*Phew*
I hope you guys liked it! Lemme know your thoughts, and be nice please! I don't really have much experience with writing this sort of thing and this is only my second lemon scene ever. . . so be kind my dear reviewers since I love your feedback! Please review!