The garden that Ichigo took her to was beautiful.
Hands down it had to be the most magical, amazing, and lovely place she had ever seen before in her life. It was a traditional garden full of trees, fragrant flowers that bloomed all year long. Creeks and streams that ran into Koi ponds full of colorful fish with lotus flowers floating at the surface of the ponds.
There were small replica's of japanese style buildings that served as cafe's and tea houses.
They walked around for a few hours, hand in hand before Ichigo said something about getting something to eat and led her out of the garden. Pausing just for a second before the gate and picked a wild rose from one of the bushes lining the walk way and tucked the small white flower behind one of her ears then smiled and kissed her knuckles and led her out the gate and back onto the street.
He bought them dinner at a local restaurant that had just opened up. Then he took her to the club he got a job at and asked his boss if it was okay if they hung out and danced a little bit. The man agreed as long as they behaved themselves, stayed away from the booze and he got to meet Honey.
All of which were fairly simple requests that Ichigo agreed too without hesitation.
He introduced his boss to Honey and watched the man smile and shake her hand before waving them into the club. The music was crazy loud, the bass peircing as it pumped out a techno beat. He saw Honey cringe and look a little bit uncomfortable.
He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and slowly swayed them both to the music until a slower and more appealing song started to play. He then turned her around to face him and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him and softly sang to her as he led her around.
He didn't think he had ever felt so nervous as he did in that moment when their bodies brushed up against one another, with one arm around her waist and the other holding her hand, their fingers laced together. Honey looked captivating under the strobe light. The vivid greens, yellows, reds, pinks and purples adding color to her appearance and made her look like a goddess painting brought to life.
His lips curved up a bit at the corners. A goddess painting huh? His mind whispered almost mockingly as he silently agreed with the voices in his head. Damn right. She was his goddess.
His wife. His Honey.
My precious angel. Ichigo thought as the song ended just as he leaned his head down and brushed his lips across hers in a feather light caress and was more than a little surprised when she raised up on her tip toes and kissed him back. He jerked a little bit as if he'd just been electrocuted and looked at her with a dumbfounded look on his face before he licked his lips and kissed her again.
This time adding a little more pressure behind the contact. He licked along her bottom lip, trying to coax her into opening for him and groaned when she parted her lips and let him slip his tongue inside of her mouth.
His heart pounded against his ribs, his stomach fluttered strangely, his breath hitched in his throat as he slipped his free hand through her dark silken hair and gripped it in his fist. Then as quickly as it started he released her and took a step back feeling shaken and breathless.
Honey looked like she was in the same boat herself. She had her arms wrapped around her middle and her face was a vivid pink even in the almost darkness. He took a moment or so to regain control of himself then reached out and took her hand again and leaned down and said in a husky tone that she had no problem hearing over the music. "Let's go home."
Honey stared up at him for a moment then ducked her head and nodded and followed him out of the club suddenly knowing what was on his mind. And for once she didn't feel the least bit scared.