Prompt: Week 3 (August 14 to 19, 2017): Tuesday: Fluff (Daily Themes: Sun, Heart, Perfect)


The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the kitchen window, giving her more than enough light to prepare breakfast.

She was up a few hours later than her usual daily grind; grateful that it was her day off from her Squad Thirteen duties.

While she absent-mindedly whisked the eggs, she felt strong hands latch on to the sides of her hips.

"Morning." came a hot, raspy breath that tickled her cheek.

Rukia couldn't stop herself from smiling.

Her husband had been particularly needy the past several days and it didn't matter when and where they were.

His lips were already planting kisses on her neck and she willingly tilted her head to the side to give him even more access to her skin.

She emptied her hands and placed the items on the kitchen counter before turning to face him.

"Morning. Had a good sleep?"

"I did. But I had a better time awake; you know, before sleeping."

She giggled. "I bet you did. Although I should be the one exhausted. Not you."

"I know how to make it up to you."

"Yes you do." she tiptoed so that she could meet his lips halfway and he pulled her up - grabbing her soft ass.

He pushed himself closer and started rubbing against her when suddenly she detached herself with a gasp.

"Ichigo!" her reprimand unintentionally came out as a whisper, out of breath from their kiss.

"What?" he grumbled, not at all looking too happy.

"Not here. Not now."

He growled. "Give me one good reason why not."

Her features softened as she reached to hold his face in both her hands.

"I can give you two."

He arched an eyebrow.

She shook her head; he was still lousy with picking up reiatsu.

It took a few more seconds before he noticed them.

Two young boys entering the kitchen.

The eldest, with bright orange hair like his father, continuously rubbed his eyes while the second, with dark black hair like his mother, kept moving forward with half-closed lids until he bumped into his father's leg.

Ichigo chuckled and lowered his wife until she could reach the floor. Once he released her, he turned and effortlessly picked-up one twin, then the other, in his arms.

The sight of her children, her family, always made Rukia's heart burst with joy.

She kissed the top of their heads and instructed for them to wash up.

"That includes you." she told her mate.

He rolled his eyes but grinned then obediently walked out carrying his sons.

(This after)Life was indeed perfect.


Author's Notes:

Yes, this is "Fluff" even if it felt like it was bound to become "Smut" (which is coincidentally the next prompt) should there have been no children in the room.

The fandom declared August 2017 as ICHIRUKI Month and I missed it :-( I would have loved to properly participate but life, time, the home WIFI and inspiration have not been cooperative. Nevertheless, should my muse decide to help me out again, I'll continue to post and update this.

Thanks for reading!