A huge thanks to Child of the Ashes who Beta Read this for me. You are amazing. :)

Warning: Pure Smut.

Spring Cleaning

Orihime's hips swung back and forth as Ichigo watched her clean the kitchen.

Damn. It was a nice view.

Those long, lean legs had been over his shoulders—around his hips— more times than he could count. A low groan almost slipped from his throat as he thought of what happened the last time she cleaned.

Ichigo's tongue slid over his lips just remembering the taste of her on his tongue, sweet yet tangy.

Shifting quietly and trying to ignore the ache that was gathering in his groin, he let his eyes travel the curve of her breast, visible through his white, button-up shirt she wore. He really needed tell her not to wear that shirt while she cleaned… It only distracted him. He was supposed to be helping.

A small smile crept onto his lips.

His overactive, little wife began the morning by scolding him, saying that because the weather was nice, they should air out the house and clean. He narrowed his eyes. Now, if only she wasn't wearing that damn shirt.

Ichigo crept up from behind and pulled her body tight into his. Her head bumped back against his shoulder, his arm snaking under her breasts, pushing them up and almost out of the shirt, letting him see the top of that milky skin.

A groan slipped from Ichigo's lips as her rear ground back into his erection.

Fuck… "Hime. Drop the broom."

He nipped at her ear, smiling at the tremble that coursed through her body.

Slowly, Ichigo covered one of her breasts with a hand and grazed teeth across her shoulder, causing her small nipple to bead under his palm. His lips again formed into a smile.

Soft hair flicked against his neck as she shook her head.

"Ichigo… I told you, we're cleaning. Stop distracting me."

Orihime looked up over her shoulder. That slight furrow in her brow made her look almost serious. Tch. He'd just have to kiss it out of her system.

He spun her, and she gasped, letting go of the broom handle in shock. It clattered to the floor. Wide brown eyes stared up into his.

Orihime's lips parted slightly as a startled squeak slipped out. Then she was tossed over his shoulder and his hand tightened on her struggling thighs as he carried her to the bed, before she was placed on their bed.

Ichigo felt the strain in his jeans becoming more apparent as Orihime's shirt slid up, letting him see the flash of cotton underneath. Damn, she even made plain white panties a turn on.

A small grin appeared on his face again as he crawled onto the bed to lean over her. His nose brushed hers before he took her mouth like a starved man. And those soft noises of encouragement only made him desperate for more.

Drawing back, he took a moment to savor the sight in front of him again.

Her eyes were dark and hooded, and her chest rose and fell, almost frantic.

His hands began unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall before he tugged it away and threw it onto the floor. Her nipples were hard under the thin fabric of her bra, matching the white panties that covered her most intimate place.

Orihime panted and trembled as Ichigo's hands slid over her body.

His kiss was intoxicating. It created a fire that burned through her being. She ached, her body craving his, but she knew he wouldn't let her have it until she begged, and she didn't want to beg. Not yet.

Lips drew down her neck before settling at the crook of her shoulder, gently biting, causing a little moan to slip from her lips.

Ichigo shuddered at the sound of her moan. The taste of her on his tongue only made the sound more of an aphrodisiac. He continued his trail downward before taking a cloth clad nipple into his mouth, gently sucking before pulling back to blow cool air over the cloth, and repeating the ministration for her other breast.

His hands slipped up her stomach to unclasp the clip that held the bra together, and soon that article of clothing was also on the ground.

Her lips parted as Ichigo finally suckled her nipple, his other hand plucking at the twin, causing Orihime to gasp and squirm under his tongue. Her body seemed to be winding tighter and tighter. She wasn't sure how much longer she could handle it.

Ichigo let her nipple slide from his mouth as he kissed his way down her body. His tongue laved over a small bite he took from her hipbone before continuing to settle in between her thighs. Kisses fell down the inside of her thighs before his knuckle pressed against her sex through the cloth. A small cry caused Ichigo to shudder and gently bite the inside of her leg. Her scent was driving him crazy.

Hands gripped his shoulders and he looked up to lock eyes with Orihime, drawing down her panties so he could lean in to take the first taste.

Orihime's back arched off of the bed, and all other thought fled.

Pleasure flooded through her. Noises slipped through from her mouth, and she meant to tell him… What did she want to tell him?

His tongue slid across her clit and her body blazed. One of her hands tangled in his hair, but whether she was trying to pull him off because of sensory overload, or never let him stop was indistinguishable anymore. Her brain had ceased to work properly. Waves and waves of pleasure was all she knew.

With one last taste, Ichigo sat up and began to undress, fingers working quickly, tugging his shirt over his head and pushing off his jeans.

His cock hurt, and the taste of her on his tongue was only making the need that much sharper. Carefully, he crawled over her and pulled her leg over his hip, opening her body to his. His eyes met her hooded ones, and he positioned himself, and pushed forward.

Her warm muscles clenched around him, and a low growl erupted from his throat.

Orihime's hand tightened around his bicep as he took her, the growl making her shiver and she stretched to capture his lips in a kiss.

He moved languidly against her, making her whine and rock up against him in a silent request for more. A light sheen of sweat began on both of their bodies. Ichigo's hand stroked her side lightly, his head settling against the crook of her neck as he continued to rock against her. He had to hold back, she had to reach it first, but her tight core's rhythmic clenching wasn't helping. His hand slipped in between their bodies and against the tiny nub close to where they were joined, and he shuddered as he heard her sharp cry, and the feeling of her body tightening around his.

With a harsh growl, he came, filling her, white lights flashing behind his eyelids.

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"I didn't get any cleaning done." Orihime huffed as she settled against Ichigo in their bed, pouting. "Again."

Um…this is actually my first attempt at a Ichihime Lemon…..Crazy right? So tell me if it was horrible. V_V I wasn't sure how to make them act….So this will be the practice….Please give me prompts…single words, or a phrase, and I will try to make a lemon off of it for Ichihime…or if you want it for a different couple, that is okay as well. Anyway, I am blushing over this still…..I had to read a lot of smut in order to be able to know how in general…since I have no experience in that department. I have only written a couple of lemons….ever. O_o But Asher wanted me to write this…and get it out of my head….*sigh* xP Thank you for reading!