It's not done, nor is it good. But its 3am and my writers block is long gone. I might add more, I might not. I'm not even sure where I'm going with this story. Should I keep it a one shot or not? I feel like I can make it live on.

A sigh passed his lips followed by a sharp intake of breath. His hand grazed over his pants again, while his head tilted back in pleasure. It was like this every night. He'd head to bed early and touch himself to the thoughts of her. Hidden under the covers pretending to sleep or his leg propped up as a tent to hide his actions.

He always replayed today's happenings but in his mind every hit was transformed into a kiss or an embrace, and every argument was a declaration of love. He held his pillow tighter to his chest wishing he could smell her scent while his hand rubbed against his aching muscle through his boxers this time. He whispered her name as he began leaking with excitement.

Today was going to be good, he was with her only moments ago so her voice her scent and her smirk were still fresh in his mind. His sighs soon turned to moans as he stroked slowly imaging all of the things he wishes he could do to her, his hips bucked as he neared his peak.

Trying to keep his cries muffled so not to wake anyone else. He should be used to this by now 100 years of sexual frustration and the desire to see if that jumpsuit would look better on his floor or some where forbidden. When he finally relieved himself he whispered one name. ...Hiyori...

This is where he always had trouble deciding to shower or not. Sure no one wants to wake up to thighs and boxers stained with the fruits of his loom dried up and hardened by morning time, but he was also exhausted from is orgasm. He ran a hand threw his blonde hair and looked up at the ceiling.

Shower it is then. He made is way to the bathroom trying to not act like his pajamas were as sticky as they are at the moment. He was even tempted to rub another one off in the shower being he was cleaning up.

This couldn't be healthy, he pressed his head against the cold tiles of the shower trying to think of anything but her. *Ichigo naked* he shuddered at the thought, but Shinji was still "standing at attention" (bad pun I know). Weren't cold showers supposed to help this sort of thing. He sighed finally giving in, not even imagining old man Yamamoto in the buff was going to get rid off this thing. Especially since this shower the one he was in now was the one she showered in.

He kept imagining her small form in here with him, her hair down, a content look on her face instead of a scowl, and that body she hid so well. Who knew little hiyori was hiding c cups under that jumpsuit. He did he smiled to himself. He went to talk to her one day and she didn't have them wrapped yet. Watching her check out her own figure in the mirror was incredibly adorable. Even more when he knocked and startled her. "Oi Hiyori, what the hell are ya doing to me."

He could finally think straight with an aching erection finally gone for the night. It had be to at least three in the morning by now. Heading back to his room for some well needed shut eye, he yawned but then collided and fell on top of someone coming out of their room. "What the hell... baldy get off" the yawn between her words making her words less menacing. Once he realized what was going on he had to move fast before all of his hard "work" was ruined. He picked her up by the waist.

"Sorry Hi-yo-ri you're so small I didn't see you" he said with a big grin on his face. His comment earned him a kick in the shin. "WHAT WAS THAT? YOU STUPID BALDY" he just smiled at her again. "What the hells with that smile? It's creeping me out!" He laughed this time *if only she knew, she'd probably kill me* "all right all right, I'm sorry Hiyori " he leaned closer to her and she flinched watching his actions. He pressed his lips against her forehead and she froze. He ruffled her hair and left her speechless blushing confused and angry all at the same time.

I'm finally editing this! -Chesxca