AN: Lil' NSFW chapter over here. But nothing truly explicit. Featuring more bogus biology!
Sidenote: I'm officially on the way of becoming a special ed teacher!
She'd never been ashamed of her scars. It was just skin, and they were left there by her own hands. 'You look like you got mauled by a wild animal' her old Horus had told her once, watching the jagged scars stretch across her back when they were getting ready for a spar. It was her default form after all, and loving one's body was all the rage back in her old dimension.
The car crash leaves behind her old scars on her new body, and she only lets out a fond sigh when she spots them in the mirror, the nurses averting their eyes from the raised pink lines marring her skin. Ichigo, on the other hand, explores every line and nick, touch almost reverent the first time she bares herself, both of them clad only in moonlight.
He has a kink, as embarrassing it may be. He has no idea how to explain the effects some of her actions have on him. Lilly laughs and twirls around, his shirt acting more like a dress on her. Their dinner is cooking on the stove behind her when she grabs the rag, using it as her main prop when she dances along to the beat of the song, smile playful and eyes full of promises. For all intents and purposes, this is only a bastardization of striptease, but it still gets his blood boiling.
Getting up, he walks over to her, to turn the stove off. She smiles at him, pulling him down to her level by his collar.
"I'm gonna ride till I can't no more..." She sings along, voice barely above a whisper against the blaring guitars of the song. He grabs her waist, pushing her towards the counter. Better give her a chance to prove her claim.
"Ichigo-kun...I'm bored." The blond almost threw himself at Ichigo, nearly knocking his laptop off the table.
"And I'm busy. Go bother someone else."
"We're the only one here. And Lilly-chan locked the door to the lab before she left." Kisuke almost whined, face propped up on one of his hands and the other playing with the hem of his clothes. Ichigo looked at him with a raised eyebrow, then shook his head, saving the document he was working on and closing his laptop.
"I'll entertain you for now, but as soon as the others return, I'm continuing my essay. Now, what do you want to do?" Kisuke shifted around, the hand supporting his head falling between his legs.
"I'm up for anything, Ichigo." His face was lightly flushed, reminding Ichigo of Lilly that one time she forgot to fully change back into a human from a cat.
"Get on the table."
"What are you planning on doing here, Ichigo? We use this table daily." But he was still scooting forward.
"We do that with the table in the apartment too. Or a public bathroom." He moved the blond until he was kneeling between his spread knees. "Plus, you're acting like a cat in heat, and we need to solve that problem." He pulled apart his clothes, running his palms over flushed, warm skin. "Now, I don't have neither condoms and lube with me, so you can choose between my hands and mouth."
"Ichigo-kun..."
"I'll warn you now, this was Lilly's department. So don't expect big things."
She pulls him up from his notes, twirling to the sounds of piano and trumpets coming from the speakers. They dance around the table, followed by someone singing about breakups in French. He spins her around at 'All the same', freezing when their eyes meet, hers full of heavy feelings and barely-there promises.
Later, when she's sweaty and arching under his touch, their eyes meet again. Something primal shines through, gold peeking out from lowered lids. She whispers his name like a prayer and no Frenchman singing about romance can beat those fleeting syllables. Ichigo finds them tangled in the sheets later, her hair sticking to his stomach as his neck starting to bruise.
"You were right. It's her department."
"You know you don't have to do this, right?" Kisuke's question was almost drowned out by Mambo no. 5 and their laughter. Their breakfast was going to be burnt if they kept it up, but Ichigo couldn't really bring himself to care. With a spin, he moved out of Lilly's reach, his wife hellbent on removing his apron.
"But we wanted to." She told him when Ichigo dove to catch a grape Kisuke threw at him. It bounced off his nose, landing on the tiles and rolling away as triumphantly as a fruit could.
"We have a lot of birthdays to make up to." He added, pushing a generous helping of pancakes onto the kitchen table. Kisuke hummed along, getting up to grab the syrup and some fruits.
"And I got you guys dressed in those," She pointed at his apron with a wink, "so you get us like this." She shimmied her shoulders, the pom-poms on her Santa-dress bouncing around. He only had an apron on, blue and frilled with One last candle to blow printed on it with an arrow pointing downward.
"And I have yet to bring out the whipped cream and chocolate."
"You have a lot of clothes." Orihime declares in awe, Rukia nodding along. Lilly pulls open the doors of one of the closets, then spins around, waving her hands at the neat stacks of clothes.
"I mainly wear these ones. The rest out here is communal."
"Communal? You mean Ichigo might grab one of your skirts and wear it?" Tatsuki finally joined them, barely hiding her laughter.
"If he's distracted. But I mostly share them with Kisuke."
Rukia gasps, pulling out a little lacy number, pale pink and corseted. Her cheeks are pink, eyes wide, and Lilly nearly chokes on thin air. She forgot that was out there.
"Orihime! Can you do Ichigo's scowl? I wanna see how he'd look like!"
AN: Yes, they are listening to the rock version 'Old town road', by RichaadEB and Jonathan Young. I feel like it has a more stripper-y(is that a word?) vibe than the original. The second one is 'Tous les memes' by Stormae, slowed. And the last song doesn't need an introduction.
There was a part with a strap-on and a bewildered Urahara, but I couldn't exactly make it work. So for now, just imagine Lilly has a bright-pink strap-on that Urahara finds on accident.