"Well," Ichigo scratched the back of his head, eyes never focusing on one thing, a blush spreading over the bridge of his nose. We'd been dating for three years now, and this was the first time he'd been so nervous. "What--...What do you want to do, Mimi?"
I quirked a brow, the action his inner Hollow frequently called, "sexy," and shrugged, sliding the straps of my tank top off. I pushed my breasts up a little, showing off my generous amount of cleavage. I chuckled when Ichi's eyes locked onto my chest, his blush brightening and arm falling back down to his side. "Hmm..." I licked my lips. "There's always the default choice, you know..." I purred.
He gulped.
Quickly, I fixed my tank top and dropped the seductive act. "But, you never want to do that, so nevermind." I shrugged again, smirking coyly.
He growled, scowling. "Fucking tease!"
I laughed and just had to say, "Do you want to? Fuck a tease?"
He shouted wordlessly and stomped, turning his back to me.
I huffed. "Your Hollow has a much better sense of humor. Had I been talking to him, we would've been half way through the foreplay by now."
Ichigo whirled around, face an even darker shade of red, mouth hanging open. "You...You...!" He stuttered. I could see a bulge developing in his jeans.
I snickered. "Hard on?"
He just shouted again.