A/N: Hello you all!

Since I was blown away by all the kind feedback I got for this story, I decided to write a little bonus chapter to thank you! It's mostly humorous but it has some OTP-goodness, too. 😊

Thank you Gina, for proofreading!

I hope you'll enjoy it!

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Bonus chapter - emergencies

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Orihime opened the door, only to find her face violently pushed into something very squishy, stealing her breath. Now, if this had been years earlier, she would have been utterly confused by this situation and would most likely have panicked, but this wasn't her first rodeo, so she knew exactly whose giant breasts were suffocating her.

"Rngk-ssss," she mumbled forcefully against the skin and the death grip loosened enough for her to break free and gasp for air. When her vision cleared again, she took in the faces of her two unexpected visitors. Both of them were beaming and Orihime swallowed. This could only mean trouble. Still, she was nothing if not polite and these people were her friends, so she smiled at them happily as she welcomed them.

"Rangiku-san! Yoruichi-san! What a surprise, would you like to com–," she trailed off since the two women had already marched past her into her apartment, Rangiku babbling happily the whole time.

"…you look so cute, Hime, did you change your hair? I like it! I see your boobs have grown even more, great job! Uuh, I love what you've done with the place. Can I check out your closet later to see what fits me? Captain won't let me use our squad's budget for shopping anymore so I am kind of broke –"

"So, Orihime-chan," Yoruichi uncaringly interrupted her friend, stressing each syllable of Orihime's name as she walked towards her, invading into her personal space to look at her closely.

"Ichigo, huh?" A feline grin spread across her face. While the sound of his name always made a flash of happiness jolt through her, Orihime was still very uneasy under the scrutinizing grins of the two soul reaper women. She felt her cheeks heat as she fidgeted. Strangely, it was Rangiku who saved her.

"Yoru-chan," she sing-sang, pulling the werecat back a little. "Don't make Orihime-chan too uncomfortable just yet, or we won't get any information out of her."

Although that was a very troubling statement, Orihime was still relieved when they both moved away and just looked at her expectingly. It took her a second to remember her manners. "Oh, uh… C- Can I offer you something to drink? A snack?"

The women opted for some tea and Orihime went to prepare it in the kitchen, mentally steeling herself for the interrogation that she knew was coming. Oh fudge, both of these women were something like mentors to her, friends too, but of all the people she knew they were the nosiest and the most unabashed when it came to sex, and she just knew she was in for some very detail-oriented questions. With a sigh, she hung her head. I'll just have to stay strong somehow. Yes! If I can seduce Ichigo, then I can also face those two.

With renewed resolve, she carried the tea to her friends who had civilly sat down on her couch and even thanked her politely. Orihime settled down across from them and was about to dive into small talk, but both women suddenly sported evil grins and she just knew there was no use in even trying to talk about anything else.

"So… Ichigo…" Rangiku started this time in her sweet sing-song voice. "First off: Congrats! Well done! Ichigo has grown up into a yummy specimen of a man and we couldn't be happier for you." Orihime felt a grin spread across her face. Well, nothing wrong with that assessment.

"Now, how'd you do it, Hime-chan? Did you just show him your boobs like I told you? And don't even deny that you've done the dirty, Yoru-chan has told me all about your sexcapades! I am so so proud of you!" She did sound like a proud mother or maybe older sister, causing a weirdly warm, but creeped out feeling to rise in Orihime's chest.

"Now tell us! Did he seduce you? Or… did you hot little piece of ass seduce him?" Rangiku's grin turned overtly suggestive and teasing.

When Orihime blushed intensely at the last question, Yoruichi growled and handed Rangiku some money, who cheered happily. "See, I told you she'd had it in her! Just wait, in a couple of years she'll be on par with us. Oh Hime-chan, I have so many good – no, great things to teach you! I always figured it was too early, but now that you have become a woman…"

Orihime closed her eyes as she wished for the little blue men to hijack her brain like they usually liked to do.

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"So, it's time to talk about Ichigo's Zanpakutou, Hime-chan," purred Rangiku and Yoruichi grinned evilly. Orihime couldn't quite keep her brows from furrowing. She'd spent the last half hour recounting how she'd gotten Ichigo to 'hop into bed with her' as Rangiku had so nonchalantly put it. After that, she had been interrogated about the workings of their young relationship, carefully dodging (read: ignoring) all the poorly veiled insinuations the two Shinigami women threw at her. She was puzzled why they suddenly wanted to talk about Zangetsu.

"Yeah, is that huge Zanpakutou just overcompensation? Or is it a preview? Tell us!"

Orihime couldn't help showing her confusion. "His Zanpakutou? I mean… You've all seen Zangetsu. You know he's a permanent release type…"

Rangiku's eyes widened in understanding. "Oooh, so he's a shower not a grower. I get it."

Cocking her head in confusion, Orihime watched as Yoruichi burst out laughing and elbowed Rangiku.

"I don't think that's what she meant, Rangiku. I think she didn't understand we're actually not talking about his Zanpakutou…" Orihime flushed as realization flooded her. Rangiku pouted briefly before she joined Yoruichi's cackling.

"Orihime-chan, we're not really talking about his Zanpakutou…"

"Yes, no, I got it now," Orihime interjected, trying to prevent the words she was expecting from being said.

"…we're talking about his penis," Yoruichi finished completely unapologetically. Orihime eyed the women in front of her with exasperation as they laughed and clinked their teacups together. While she really liked both of them separately, the two of them together just spelled trouble. She had scolded Ichigo before for what he called the duo, but now that they were here, grilling her, the term he'd titled them popped up in her head involuntarily.

"So, is he average? Above average? Below?"

Devil women. For a moment, Orihime wished that her Shun Shun Rikka included teleportation powers.

"Now, now, Hime-chan wouldn't know what's average, let me handle this," Rangiku chimed in, happily and seemingly oblivious to the intense embarrassment Orihime was experiencing.

Moving to sit beside Orihime, Rangiku faced her. Yoruichi quickly followed suit and sat down on Orihime's other side. With unbridled enthusiasm, the strawberry blonde clapped her hands together before starting to move her palms away from each other slowly, whilst watching Orihime closely. "Say stop, Orihime-chan!"

The healer understood her intent right away this time and started to panic. I can't tell them that, that's private! But they're definitely not going to let it go until they get it out of me somehow. Gah. What do I do, what do I do?

But before Rangiku's hands reached a distance anywhere close to the answer she was looking for, Orihime's apartment door suddenly burst open, revealing the subject of the question in his Shingami form. Relief flooded through Orihime at the sight of her boyfriend. Oh, thank Goodness. Somehow he does always know when to save me.

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Ichigo barged through the door into his girlfriend's apartment. Immediately his eyes fell on where she was squished between the two women, wide-eyed and slightly panicked.

"Oh hey ladies, I am so sorry to interrupt your girl time, but I need to kidnap my girlfriend… There is a –," he wrecked his brain for a good excuse. "…a soup emergency in the Kurosaki-household. Uhm. Yes. A soup emergency that only Orihime can fix, so…," he quickly took his girlfriend's hand and dragged her behind him out of her apartment, paying no mind to the devil women's protests.

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Hurrying to put some distance between them and Orihime's apartment, Ichigo only slowed down after a couple of minutes to turn to his girlfriend. He felt quite satisfied when he saw the look of blatant relief on her face. Her expression warped into one of surprise, though, when he suddenly tugged her into a side alley and backed her against a wall.

"Hey," he grinned down at her, before gently pressing a kiss to her lips. Surprising her with kisses had somehow become one of his favorite pastimes. The resulting dreamy look on her face spoke volumes about her approval.

"Hey," she breathed back happily. Removing his arms from where they were resting on both sides of her head, Ichigo motioned towards the dark end of the alleyway.

"Let me just get my body, it's over there."

When he returned, he found her waiting with an excited smile on her face.

"So, what's this soup emergency that you need me for?" She asked earnestly.

A laugh escaped him at the question. Of course his girlfriend would believe there really was such a thing as a soup emergency where she was needed. How could one person be so smart, sometimes even cunning, and yet at times so naïve?

He put his hand on top of her head and leaned down towards her. "Hime, there is no soup emergency." The resulting pout had him ruffle her hair, before walking out of the alleyway.

She followed him quickly and took hold of his arm, something that she was very fond of doing. And while he preferred holding hands or resting an arm on her shoulders, he didn't mind letting her have her way if it made her happy.

"So that was only an excuse…" Orihime stated. Ichigo nodded vaguely.

"I was running some errands when I ran into a hollow, so I quickly took care of that. Then I wanted to come check on you, when I felt your reiatsu… uhm. I don't know, it felt panicky and when I sensed who was with you, I kind of put two and two together."

He looked down towards Orihime, expecting a grateful smile, but found her tiny face scrunched up in a frown instead. And while that was a very cute expression on her (Ugh, sucker, interjected his hollow), he still wondered what was bothering her.

"But…" she started, letting go of his arm to walk backwards in front of him.

"…if there was actually a soup emergency, you would call me, right?"

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little thing!

Now for more reading… I have written a couple of drabbles like I announced in the last chapter. If you like this story, I recommend that you read chapter 2 and chapter 4 in my drabble corner, because they are all fluff and crack. :D

Apart from that, I have kind of started playing with the thought of writing another multi-chapter fic after all… Do you guys prefer alternate universe (AU) or original universe stories? Let me know, I am open for suggestions!

As always, your reviews make my day!

Thank you guys for sticking around here!