The goddess Diana cast an eerie light over Seireitei from her seat in the heavens as Kuchiki Rukia and Kurosaki Ichigo sat down to dinner after their long day. Ichigo and Rukia had taken up respectable positions as captains among the gotei 13. Byakuya had automatically objected to Rukia's appointment as 13th division captain, however, Rukia had reassured him that she was more than capable enough to handle this job and he had relented and let her take the position. On top of the excitement was Rukia and Ichigo's wedding that had just taken place not too long ago, and the fact that they were expecting their first child. Which in Rukia's mind could not have come at a worse time, bouts of tiredness and morning sickness were not exactly how she liked to start her mornings. After learning of his sister's pregnancy Byakuya had offered them a place within the Kuchiki Estate, and had also named Rukia as his heir. The two of them finally sat down to a quiet evening which had been much deserved.
Ichigo studied his wife in a loving manner, his warm, brown eyes shown with all his feelings, which had no longer been repressed. Ichigo leaned over and kissed his wife, the pad of his thumb gently stroking as her cheek. No words of love had been needed between them, but instead the look in their eyes had spoken more than words ever could. Rukia's skin burned under his touched, it left her longing for more. Ichigo deepened the already heated kiss. The lukewarm tea next to Ichigo's elbow had accidentally been knocked over in the heat of passion and spilled onto Rukia's shihakushou. Ichigo smiled in a mischievous manner this was the perfect reason to get his wife into the bedroom, and so their dinner lay forgotten as Ichigo tugged his wife into the bedroom.
Higher and higher they climbed flying, through the clouds and into the stratosphere, all their wants and needs and pent up emotions came flowing out like a mighty river before reaching the end of that river and tumbling over the waterfall, faster and faster they fell clinging to each other with everything they possessed afraid to let go of the other. Ichigo took his wife in his arms and traced a lazy pattern on her shoulder, he smirked in a cocky manner and realized that this would not have happened if it had not been for one spilt cup of tea.