Disclaimer: No, i do not own Bleach or Yoruichi...but I do OWN Ichigo!! Mwahaha, he's my toy ;) xD NO! I don't own ANY OF THEM!!! NONE! ZIP!! NOTTA! Got it? If I did... why would I write fanfics? Hm? For my own enjoyment? No, cause it'd be more enjoyable to make it happen, which I would do if, IF I owned them. So, therefore, I don't. Mmk? Ok then.

Chapter: 7

Title: December 7th

A/N: Its funny that this chapter was inspired by an Sonique song. Good song though. It Feels So Good. You know that song? If you don't, google magic my friends. Limewire. Go. Now. Find it. Then read the chapter. Please review after reading. I've been thriving on reviews lately. They make my day so much better, make me smile :) Also, if you haven't read my Cold November Rain, please do. I've been working hard on that fic, through all my writers block moments and through holidays... I'd really appreciate it if you gave me some feedback on that story :) Thank you! And here is chapter seven to Beautiful December. (I'm working on finishing Utsukushii Junigatsu. I just can't seem to finish it when I pull it up, so bare with me!)

Ichigo smiled to himself as he watched Yoruichi wash the dishes while he dried them. She had a calm smile on her face as she hummed softly. He could tell she was happy if she was doing that. Though, he couldn't blame her for being happy. They'd practically spent the night before kissing and cuddling. He never thought he'd be doing that. Cuddling had always sounded 'dumb' to him. Yet, he found that he rather enjoyed its definition. Especially when it was Yoruichi in his arms.

Feeling his eyes on her, Yoruichi glanced up to him, flashing him her signature smirk.

"Your staring, you know." She said softly, handing him a plate. Ichigo laughed softly, blushing a bit as he dried the porcelain then set it in the cabinet.

"Can't help it." He shrugged, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him. Yoruichi dropped the cup she had currently been washing as she turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his firmly. Too long had she been wanting to have this contact with the boy before her.

"Oh you can't can you?" Yoruichi smirked, nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck as she gently caressed the back of his neck with her fingers. "Then you understand I can't help but want you?" Oh hell... Ichigo felt the erection in his pants grow as the shunshin ground her hips into his.

"I can understand that, but I don't think we should do that just yet." Ichigo stated, grasping her hips and holding them still. The goddess frowned slightly, pouting her lips out.

"Your no fun." She complained, however, she didn't have time to whine anymore as his lips came crashing into hers. Well, she couldn't argue against that gesture. She might as well milk him for everything she can get. And thats just what she did as she slyly slid her tongue into his mouth. For several minutes, the only sounds that could be heard were Yoruichi's muffled, barely audiable moaning. God, the kid had magic lips! Yoruichi tilted her head to get the full affect, pressing herself against him more as he tightened his hold around her waist. That was one good thing about amatuers; they didn't know what was going too far and what wasn't going far enough. She could basically coax him into anything but sex. Although, she found herself unsure if she really wanted to take advantage of the kid or not. Scary, wasn't it?

"No?" Ichigo smirked, rubbing his hand up and down her back and sides. Did he even know what he was doing to her?

"You do know your making it hard for me to control myself?"

"Am I?"

"I could show you, prove it to you, but then, you'd just get mad at me."

"I don't know about that now..."

Yoruichi raised a brow, pulling back slightly as she gave him a grin.

"Oh, so whats that supposed to mean? I thought you didn't want that just yet Ichigo?" Tilting her head, Yoruichi gave him an innocent, yet evil seductive look that would have made any guy take her right then and there. It was a good thing Ichigo had good control...

"I never said anything about on clothes..." He started, but was unable to finish as Yoruichi suddenly threw herself against him, causing him to fall backwards. The orange haired boy paid no mind to the hard ward floor as Yoruichi straddled his waist. He never thought she would get so worked up out of passion, but he could feel the desire rolling off of her in waves. And his throbbing length was begging to be released from its confinement.

Yoruichi set to work; rolling her hips against him as her mouth nearly devoured his. Soon, though, he regained control as hesat up, holding her to him as he kissed her slowly. She couldn't complain at the pace they were going, though she would much rather ravish him right then and there. Ichigo was very, very sexy in her eyes. She'd never seen a boy with a great body like his before, and she was dying to know just how big he actually was.

"Can't we at least take one piece of clothing off..." Yoruichi whispered huskily as she ground her hips into him once more, moaing softly.

"Nope." Ichigo grinned. Oh, he was just evil! He was torturing her! Yoruichi gave a fake cry before losing herself in his embrace, smiling at him now.

"Thats just not fair Ichigo." Yoruichi sighed, pulling back and standing up. "The offer stands still, and will remain. you can have me anytime any where, all you got to do is give in." She smirked, winking to him before returning to her previous job. Ichigo sighed, chuckling as he followed her into the kitchen, happily drying each dish she handed him. At least their relationship so far wasn't complicated. She'd be understanding...so far.