The Perfect Happy Marriage (probably!)

by Ulquiorra9000

Author's note: smutty lemons galore!

Chapter 3

Ichigo stuck his housekey into the lock, swung open the door, and immediately found himself wrapped in a tight hug.

"Ichigoooooo!" Candice squeezed her husband and nuzzled his cheek. "Welcome home! I missed you!" Today, she wore a pale blue sundress and a thin gold necklace.

"M-missed you too, Candice!" Ichigo choked out. "I-I can't breathe!"

Candice let her husband go and stepped back to let him in, beaming. "You're just in time, darling. Wash your hands, and let's eat!"

"Eat..." Ichigo changed into his house slippers and gasped when he took in the home-cooked dinner for two waiting on the dinner table, the lighted candles, and the smooth jazz playing on the home entertainment system. Evening light glowed through the window blinds, adding a charming color.

Ichigo turned to his wife. "You did all this for me?"

"Uh-huh." Candice nodded, hands clasped at her navel. "Like it?"

"I... yeah, this is great." Ichigo shrugged off his backpack, washed up, and joined Candice at the table. A pretty typical Japanese dinner, but with huge servings and lots of spices! And sake in fine wineglasses Ichigo hadn't seen before.

"Let's dig in. Thanks for doing all this for me, Candice." Ichigo took a bite, and whoa, the flavor was strong!

"It's nothing, darling," Candice said, taking a bite. "I've been looking forward to this all day." She toyed with her vegetables, going pink in the face and glancing around. "So, uh... how was your day?"

Ichigo swallowed. "My day?"

"I've... always wanted to ask someone that," Candice said shyly. "It shows that we're committed and can share anything, you know? Everything about you is important to me." Candice smiled again. "So, how was your day?"

Ichigo nodded and wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin. Hell, it was a fair question. "Today's Thursday, and I've got the bulk of my classes on Thursdays. I'm beat, and I've got some studying and essays ahead of me, too. A lot, actually!" He winced.

"Art stuff, right?"

"All kinds," Ichigo explained as he started on his fish. "I'm trying to decide what I want to do later on. One idea I had was to be a traveling blogger. See the world, document it, all that pizzazz."

"Blogger?" Candice tilted her head.

"Kind of like... an online journalist, or sharing a detailed journal," Ichigo told her, waving his chopsticks around. "I've been thinkin' about it for a while. In my freshman year I took an intro to journalism class 'cause it fit my schedule, and I kinda liked it. Words come easily to me, somehow." He took a sip of sake. It tasted rather expensive... "So, I stuck with it."

Candice hummed happily to herself as she leaned on her elbow, still toying with her food as she kept her eyes on Ichigo. "I was right: this is nice, isn't it? We should do this every day, Ichigo, just have dinner together and share. I can feel our marriage really coming together!"

Ichigo nodded again and grinned. "So far, so good." He tapped his wineglass with a fingernail. "Did you buy these today?"

"Yeah! I did lots of fun stuff while you were at your blogger classes." Candice clapped her hands together, her eyes bright. "Orihime and Tatsuki were around, so I made them show me around."

"Made them?"

Candice giggled. "They were busy, but I convinced them to help me instead. So... first, Orihime showed me all kinds of home decor stuff at this huge department store down the street, and I got these wineglasses, the tablecloth, the candles..."

Ichigo just now noticed the white, lacy tablecloth. Just as well; it hid all the scratches and chipped parts of this poor old table! "Nice," he commented.

"Then, after lunch, Tatsuki took me to Super Fitness World down the street," Candice added excitedly. "I learned karate! It was really cool! And tiring..."

Ichigo could picture it now. "Did Tatsuki teach you all her good moves?"

Candice giggled again. "No, she's too skilled for me. We had this older guy teach the class. And he told me about all the colored belts, too. Why are there so many? It would take forever to get a black belt!"

Ichigo shrugged. "Dunno. I've beat up punks before, but I didn't really get into karate." He brightened. "You gonna keep taking classes?" Please, oh please burn off all your crazy energy in karate!

Candice nodded. "Yup! Tatsuki said it's good peer-bonding stuff. I can show you my moves later!"

"Yeah, sure." Ichigo took a deep breath and felt all his pent-up stress melting away. Was Candice turning over a new leaf? This classy atmosphere, a nice chat over dinner... if it weren't for Ichigo being black-out drunk on his wedding night, this marriage could end up perfect!

Candice pushed back her chair and stood, beaming. "Ichigo, let's dance. Over in the living room. Please?"

Amused, Ichigo stood and took his wife's hand, and led her into the living room. He held her waist and slow-danced with her, turning around on the spot. "How's this?" he asked.

Candice lay her head on Ichigo's shoulder. "Perfect, darling. Actually... can we go faster?"

"In a minute." Ichigo wondered what Candice was up to, but he didn't sense any scheming or insanity in this... just a fine evening after all. Right? Probably!

Ichigo savored the slow, calming dance, and the jazz in his eardrums as the shadows lengthened. Then, he picked up the remote and changed the music. "Ever do waltz?"

"Yeah!"

"Then let's waltz." Ichigo changed his posture a bit, and now he and Candice roved all around the living room, waltzing faster and faster, their bodies pressed close together, Candice's sundress flapping as Candice twirled about. Ichigo couldn't wipe that big, goofy grin off his face as he moved with the music, and he felt himself starting to sweat, his face warm. Such speed!

"Is your... heart racing like mine?" Candice panted, her green hair fluttering.

"Y-yeah," Ichigo said, his voice catching in his throat. What was this? His heart was going crazy, his mouth was dry, his mind was going fuzzy... it almost felt like...

Candice pressed her face closer and mashed her lips on Ichigo's, and through the mental haze, Ichigo tasted Candice's sweet lips, the sensation oddly distinct and loud in his mind. What was... going on? Everything... loopy...

"C-Candice," Ichigo gasped, "what was in the food?"

"Oh, my secret ingredient," Candice said slyly. "Let's dance faster! Come on!"

The music seemed too loud in Ichigo's ears. His legs wobbled. "What was in there?!" he damanded.

Candice giggled, clearly embarassed. "Okay, um... Giselle lent me this aphrodisiac, but I might've put in a wee bit too much."

Ichigo sputtered. "You did what?! Dammit, Candice! You..." His voice trailed off, his mind scrambling like an egg.

Candice found a clear patch of carpet and gave her husband a gentle shove. Ichigo went flat on his back, and before he could move, Candice kneeled over him, straddling him, her chest heaving. "L-let's have some fun, Ichigo," she panted. "C'mon..." She licked her lips.

Ichigo couldn't escape. Candice was no doubt going wonky from the mystery aphrodisiac, and this girl had no limits! He had to do something -
Then, Ichigo changed his mind when Candicve sighed breathily and lifted the skirt of her sundress. "Do you want me?" Candice asked, her eyes unfocused. "D'you want me, Ichigo?"

"Y-yeah..." Ichigo felt his skin tingle as Candice hiked her skirt higher, and he automatically reached over and stroked his wife's wide hips, toying with the fabric of her pink panties. He felt himself getting aroused, his breaths coming in deep gasps. But dammit, what was Candice's game? Messing with him like this! Did she even trust him to love her without help? Is this what a wife does to her hus -

Candice sighed again and raised her arms as she slid off her sundress entirely, tossing it onto the couch. She leaned over and kissed Ichigo's forehead, leaving a trail of kisses as she went down to his chin, then his neck. She tore off Ichigo's shirt and ran her tongue along his skin, her lightning tingling him.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Ichigo asked woozily.

"Givin' you what you want, darling." Candice sat up and reached behind her back. She unclasped her bra and tossed it onto her sundress, her sweaty, bare breasts heaving in the evening light.

Ichigo cupped Candice's breasts in his hands, his fingers fiddling with her enlarged nipples. His jeans grew taut. "You like that?" Ichigo panted.

"Yeah..." Candice threw back her head and sighed with delight, her green hair starting to form damp clumps from excited sweat. "Hey, how 'bout your jeans?" She lifted herself into a crouch and unzipped Ichigo's stylish skinny jeans, then slid them off. Now she lowered herself onto Ichigo again, groaning.

Ichigo blinked a few times as Candice's mystery aphrodisiac kept fogging up his brain. Where was he? What time was it? Oh, who cared! His wife was simply beautiful, and she was right there, on top of him...!

Candice started grinding her pelvis back and forth on Ichigo's skin, faster and faster, her panties soft on Ichigo's skin. "You like that?" she said, echoing her husband. "Hmmmmmm?" Her bare breasts jiggled back and forth on her heaving chest, bits of lightning crackling along her skin.

"Oh yeah..." Ichigo felt his desire welling up in him, hot and eager. But he couldn't think straight... the room seemed to be spinning around him... what was he supposed to do?!

"I gotta have you, Ichigo, darling..." While still grinding, Candice leaned over again and took Ichigo's head in her hands and kissed him wetly, her lips zapping him playfully. "D'you want me?"

"Y-you already asked that..." Ichigo gasped between kisses. "And yeah, I d-do..." He felt Candice's breasts brush his chest, her nipples tickling him. Now this was something to look forward to coming home to...!

"I... ohhhhhh..." Candice toppled off of Ichigo, sprawled next to him in her sweat-damp panties, gasping for breath. "Ichigooooo..."

"U-uh oh..." Ichigo shakily got to his hands and knees, gently patting Candice's cheek. "Y-you okay?" He blinked a few times, trying to clear his mind. But... so hazy...!

"I-I love you, Ichigo darling..." Candice slurred at the ceiling. "C'mere and devour me..."

"I... what now?" Ichigo shook his head, and he felt light-headed and floaty. "Am I supposed to feed you more?"

"Ichigo... I w-want..."

"Okay, I think that's enough!"

Ichigo jumped when the front door burst open and Meninas and Giselle stormed in, both in their old Sternritter outfits. Meninas, the speaker, nervously held her hands together under her chin as she stared at the two lovers on the floor. "Gigi, I told you that powder was too strong!"

"Seems fine to me!" Giselle shaded her eyes with a hand and looked down at her handiwork. "I really brought them together this time, didn't I?"

"B-but..." Meninas prodded Ichigo with her foot. "Just look at them!"

Giselle shrugged. "I'm counting this as a success."

Ichigo groaned. "H-help us..."

Meninas put her hands on her hips. "This isn't love, Gigi, it's insanity! I'm taking care of them right now. Are you helping or not?"

"Oh, fine..."

Meninas draped Ichigo over her shoulder and carried him to bed while Giselle dragged Candice along, and the Sternritter girls deposited both Kurosakis onto the bed, sprawled next to each other.

"See? Perfect lovers," Giselle said, saluting them. "I can't imagine a more precious sight!"

"I sure can," Meninas said. "Gigi, why are you always the devil on Candi's shoulder?"

"It's 'cause you're always the angel, Minnie," Giselle said, poking her friend's cheek. "The tame, boring angel!"

"Th-that's not true at all."

"At least I get the ball rolling, huh?" Giselle repositioned Ichigo and Candice next to each other and draped one of Ichigo's arms across Candice's bare chest. "There. They can stay that way all night."

Meninas rubbed her chin. "That doesn't look entirely comfortable."

"Eh, close enough." Giselle clapped her hand on Meninas' shoulder and escorted her out of the bedroom. "So, I hear that there's a fantastic video game arcade down the block..."

Meninas looked intrigued. "You don't say?"

Ichigo watched Giselle and Meninas go and he heard the front door shut. He glanced over at his wife, his mind finally starting to clear. "I can't believe you drugged me. Can't you let me try to love you normally?"

Candice licked her lips. "I'm sorry. But it's really Gigi's fault! She lied about how strong that powder was. I just wanted a fun evening with my husband..."

Ichigo sighed. It would take him a while to get over this! "Candice, honey, you need better friends."

Candice groaned her agreement.