AN: Okay heres my second story. This is for: Twoformemories , Thank you for your helpful advice! And for this plot!

Orihime sighed as she pulled on her coat and grabbed her keys off the polished counter. Yawning she peeked out the window. Today was a rough day. All her co-workers were busy leaving herself and Chizuru to take care of the café alone. Pushing her arms through her red jacket she watched the snow fall. It was late December, the time when business was booming for the small place. Everyone stopped by to get a cup of coffee, a doughnut, a hot chocolate , or maybe just a bagel. She sat down. Only a couple more minutes till she could officially close the shop. Smiling to herself at how she would always wait till ten-thirty exactly to close it. The regular shop closer, Ino would always laugh at her childish antics. Saying that it did not matter if she closed the shop a few minutes early. But Orihime ignored her choosing to follow the rules. She was never a person that liked to quit early.

Covering her yawn again, she tried not to fall asleep. Ichigo, her boyfriend of four years would not be happy about her working so late again. She remembered what he told her before she left the house this morning. Chizuru already left claiming she had to work early shift tomorrow morning so she better get some rest. She pushed herself up on the wooden stool in front of the cash register. She remembered what he told her before she left the house this morning. But…she was so tired. She was sure he was being stubborn. He didn't really mean what he said this morning did he? 'A quick little dosing off wouldn't hurt right? Ill wake myself up in exactly twelve minutes' She thought as her eye lids dropped shut.

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'Ding'

The tired red-heads eyes snapped open as she shot off the counter as if it were blazing hot. Quickly wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes searched for the person which entered the café.

"Come on Jason. We made it j-just in time. It isn't closed yet." Said a loud voice. Orihimes eyes landed on a elderly couple. The senior man, Jason, carrying a cane, and the old, but fit women beside him was helping him."Let go of me Elizibeth, I can walk 'ma damn self." He roared trying to shake the women off. "If you could walk 'ya self you wouldn't have cane you old fool." She shook. Elizibeth was pale and had sliver like hair. While the taller man beside her, was bald. As bald as-

"Hello? Do 'yer work here miss?" her train of thought was interrupted. Shrugging off her dark brown jacket she flustered. "Yes! I'll be right there Miss." She said as the couple went to take a seat. Tying her hair in a high a secure ponytail she grabbed her note pad and pen.

Walking over to their table which was right beside the door she smiled, "What can get for you two?" She flipped open her note pad, pen poised to write "I just got here young lady! Can I have a second to order? Quite breathing down 'ma damn back will ya?" Jason snapped at her. "I umm. Sorry." Orihime said smiling apologetically flipping the note pad close and backing away.

These customers were going to be difficult. Once around the counter she took a glance at the clock. It was eleven-thirty! What was a couple doing at the bakery so late! Not only that, but Ichigo was going to kill her! She bite back one of the carrot tops favorite curse words. She remembered what he said to her early this morning. She remembered them clearly. How could she forget them?

Flashback

Brown eyes flashed open blinking rapidly trying to adjust to the dark. Once his eyes were in tune with the brightness level of his small living room, which he often referred to as his lair. 'Too many damn bat man movies' he grinned shaking his head as a frown settled itself across his features. He wouldn't have to watch those stupid batman movies if his fucking fiancée came home at her designated time. He sighed as he got up and whipped his hand down his face. A small crash sounded in the house and his eyes glinted dangerously. How could someone sneak into his home- correction lair unnoticed? Pause. How dare someone sneak into his lair? When he got his hands on the intruder he was going to rip his throat out of- A small squeak stopped him from his evil thoughts. He paused in his crouched predatory like movements. He felt her reiatsu. So she was home now hmm? Another soft shifting, and he pin pointed exactly where she was located. The kitchen? Walking quickly, and angrily to the kitchen he paused.

There his little red head was standing on top of the kitchen chair reaching for the Lucky Charms on the top shelf. He smirked as she rose even higher on her tip-toes, trying so hard to get her favorite cereal. Leaning against the frame he watched as her fingers grazed the cereal pushing it further back. Sighing he called, "Orihime, what are you doing?"

Another surprised squeak escaped her for the second time that night, as she nearly fell of the chair catching her weight on the contour. She turned to face him eyes shining with surprise, wonder, and innocence. "Ichi-kun," she only used that nick name for two reasons and two reasons only. When she was begging him for something, or when she was kissing his ass trying to get out of dipshit trouble. In this case the later."Umm…Hi. Can you uhh…reach the marsh mellow cereal for me?" She asked lamely. 'The marsh-what? Ahh, the Lucky Charms.' He read between her words easily.

"No." Came his clipped reply. She gasped. "Why are you home so late?" He walked up to her tugging her hair. Hard. "Again?" he accused. "Ummm….Rangiku had to go back to the soul society! So I had to work her shift and-"Tug "Owwie! Ichi-kun…stop it" She tried to jerk her head back only for him to pull her into his strong unyielding chest.

"Listen Hime." He rubbed his hands down her silky smooth locks. Calming himself before he made and rash actions. Ohh his princess was in trouble, but he was trying his best not to hurt to her, growling, warning her so many times. But she just didn't fucking get it. Obviously it was time for some physical punishment."If you are not back in this house before me naked and waiting under the sheets by the time get home from work tomorrow. I will come and get you. And i can promise you won't like it."

"Ichigo, you can't! Not there." She whimpered.

"Yes I can. And yes there" he teased her.

"But-"

"Shhh….I will only come and get you if you aren't not home before I am."

"I-"

"Think of it as a race." He whispered into her ear. Before spanking her rear and exiting the kitchen with a wave. "See you at ten tomorrow, sweet heart." He glanced back at her. She knew that look. He rather she came home late! But she wouldn't. Thumping her fist into her busty chest she set a look of determination over her face. This was a race she had to win then!

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She fidgeted under the stool as she glanced at the clock again, it was nearly twelve and she was sure by now Ichigo was home already and more then angry at her. Curling her small toes in her heels she tried not to rush the elderly couple as they argued over which food tasted good and had low sugar. This was a bakery for God's sake! Shaking her head she almost jumped out of her clothes as strong tan hands parted her thighs. These hands were not strangers to her body. To be honest, these hands knew her body better than her own hands did.

Almost too afraid to look down she took a quick peak under the desk. Her eyes widened. There he was. Smirking between her thighs, as if this was some cruel funny joke. Ichigo rubbed his face against her soft skin purring softly. He looked up at her eyes shining lovingly, almost apologetically at her before switching to a playful look. He was in his soul reaper form, but why? And where was Zangetsu? That would explain how he slipped into the café unnoticed. How long was he here? Suddenly his entire expression changed. Eyes glowing with promised pain and pleasure she knew he could deliver. Parting her thighs a little further he spoke right against her core, softly. But she herd that undertone of danger and pleasure lurking under the softness.

"You're late."

AN: Read and Review people~ It keeps my going. I just edited this chapter so let me know if i miss something

-Apples3