I actually hand wrote half of this drabble. Yes, with pen and paper.
My laptop was out of commission for a couple of days and I was stuck on the ancient relic (my old computer) and it is extremely slow.
So while I was waiting for it to do something I decided to write this drabble. Anyways, the lovely Nagi gave me this prompt. So enjoy.
Music
"It's not working," the healer whined as she crossed her arms under her breasts and a pout forming on her lips.
"Do we really need it to work?" The orange-haired shinigami walked over to where she was standing.
"Yes, it's really important Ichigo. If we don't get this fixed then…then the whole night is ruined." Her pout turned into a deep frown as tears formed in her big gray eyes.
"The whole night won't be ruined if that think doesn't work Hime." Stopping in front of her, he ran his thumb across her cheek, wiping the few tears that were running down. He hated seeing her cry. "The night is perfect already."
"But it would be even better if we had the song playing. It's our one year anniversary and I want the song we danced to at our wedding playing in the background." Orihime wrapped her arms around her husband and buried her face in his chest.
Ichigo closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. "I think your right. We need the music. That song would make the night perfect."
She unwrapped her arms so that Ichigo could try and repair the broken stereo. She turned to see the orange-haired shinigami's eyebrows furrow, thinking of ways to fix it. She giggled at the thought of actual wheels turning in his head. After a couple of seconds in silence, Ichigo's right foot came off the floor and slammed directly to the side of the stereo.
"Ichigo!" Orihime's eyes widened as the foot slammed on the stereo once again.
"What?" Ichigo looked over to Orihime, confused as to why she sounded so shocked.
"You're going to break it even more."
"No I'm not." After slamming his foot on it once more, the stereo started playing the music that Orihime wanted.
Ichigo walked back to his beautiful wife with a smirk plastered on his face. His arms wrapped themselves around her petite waist and pulled her close to him. Automatically, Orihime's arms wrapped themselves around his neck and she leaned the side of her face against his as her feet followed his. Orihime sighed happily as her lips turned up into a smile and her eyes closed shut.
"See, I didn't break it." He whispered into her ear as his feet followed the music.
I love how loving you makes me feel. And I love how loving you feels so real…
For Orihime, the night was now perfect. She turned her head and lightly kissed Ichigo on his cheek before going back to the position that she was in before. "Thank you, Ichi."
Silently, they both slowly moved to the music that was coming out of the speakers. Neither of them wanting to let go of the other, all they wanted to do was stay in each other's arms for as long as they could, not caring about anything around them.
I'd rather be loving you than anything else in the world…
Ichigo turned his head and captured her soft pink lips in a passionate kiss. Parting their lips, both of their tongues danced around each other. One of Ichigo's hands ran up her back stopping in her auburn hair while the other one stayed on her lower back. Orihime moaned into her husband's lips when he tried to pull her in closer, her slender fingers ran through his orange hair at the same moment.
His lips left hers, traveling down to her neck and shoulder. Biting her bottom lip, Orihime knew exactly what was on her husband's mind and if she didn't try and stop him then she would give into her own desires.
"Ichigo, the dinner…" She was cut off by his lips meeting hers.
The hand on her lower back ran up the zipper of her dress, grabbing the pull tab and pulling it down. Stepping back, he let her dress fall to the floor. He licked his lips as his eyes ran up and down her nearly naked body; all Orihime had on was a pair of lacy black panties.
"It can wait."
Orihime knew that by the look on Ichigo's face that it was going to be a long night of passion and she wouldn't have it any other way. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms back around his neck. Ichigo bend down and grabbed the back on her thighs pulling her off the ground. Instinctively, Orihime wrapped her legs around his waist.
Hovering her lips over his, Orihime looked into his chocolate eyes. "I love you, Kurosaki Ichigo."
"I love you, Kurosaki Orihime."
Their lips met once again with passion and lust. The only thing that they cared about right now was each other and nothing else.
…this kind of love isn't found, it finds you, it takes you…
