Ichigo's senses were muddled.
Her mind sluggish from exhaustion, yet she was aware enough to know what was happening to her at that exact moment. She could feel the gentle motion of her body moving ever so slightly. She knew of the large hand gripping her hip, of soft affectionate kisses being placed on her fevered, sweat dampened skin.
Of the deep masculine voice whispering in her ear, "I've got you." and "You're okay."
From time to time she could feel warm breath against her shoulder and throat and another hand settle over one of her breasts, fingertips stroking and rolling the pebbled flesh of her nipple as the person above her whispered salacious things to her that made her tremble with want.
Gradually, over an extended period her senses returned to her and her mind finally managed to focus itself. She could feel strength returning to her body and her exhaustion beginning to melt away into something else.
Something that she'd never felt before.
A strange coiling tension that had her wrapping her legs around slender hips, eliciting a startled sound from the other person before their face appeared in her line of vision. She blinked at him, her mind grasping at hazy memories of... Well, she wasn't entirely sure what her mind was grasping at aside from the vague sense of recollection that she felt.
He was familiar to her.
Very much so.
"You're back," He said as he went totally still. His expression was both happy and concerned all at once. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water? Food? A-A bathroom break?"
And as much as she wanted to respond to his questions, she sort of had one of her own as she said in a small, raspy voice. "I-I think I might have accidentally forgotten your name..." He blinked at her, his expression incredulous for a moment before she felt one of his hands against the side of her face. Gently cupping her cheek as he hummed, his expression turning bemused as he said.
"Toshinori. It's Toshinori Yagi."
"Oh."
"Have you forgotten anything else?" He asked as a small frown flitted across his face. She frowned and tried to remember anything else that she might have forgotten as he huffed and simply said, "You went into heat, passed out, wouldn't wake up- and when you finally did you said, 'fuck me'. Remember now?"
"Vaguely." She said honestly.
He hummed again and muttered, "Well at least the fever didn't totally fry your brain," Before then asking, "Are you in any pain?"
"Ah...m-my head aches a little bit."
He nodded his head a bit and asked, "Anything else?"
"I-I don't think so."
"No cramping?" He asked as she felt one of his hands settle on her abdomen. She visibly twitched a little bit, her stomach doing a weird little flip-flop.
"N-No."
He smiled at her then, his lips quirking up into a breathtaking smile as he muttered, "I'm so glad." Before then going on to say, "It looks like your heat is starting to abate. You're skin feels cooler to the touch. And if you aren't in any pain, then there's no need for me to continue..." He blushed for a moment and made a funny squeaking sound that she couldn't make out. But sounded suspiciously like words to her ears, as he moved to sit back on his heels and grasped her ankles and took a few moments to gently pry her legs from his waist.
Once that was done, he moved back a bit more, slipping his member out of her moist heat.
Ichigo jerked a little bit at the sudden sense of emptiness that she felt in her lower body and automatically turned and curled herself up tightly on her side. He watched her for a moment, noting the slight trembling that overtook her body and slowly stretched himself out next to her and then wrapped his body around her. figuring that maybe she was a tad bit cold now that her fever was finally going away.
His arms going around her torso and gently pulling her back flush against his chest as he tucked her head underneath his chin and began to run his fingers through her tangled hair as he asked, "Are you sure that you're alright?"
"I think so."
He hummed and kissed her temple before saying in a slightly drowsy tone, "You need to wake me up if that changes any. I can't help you if you don't tell me when something is wrong."
He felt rather than heard her nod and let his eyes drift closed for a heartbeat before he felt her tail slide itself along one of his bare legs and quickly moved his hand to snatch it and stop it's ticklish movement.
She jumped a little bit at the feel of his hand grasping her tail, and pulled away from him a little bit. Earning a slightly frustrated sound of discontent from him as he let her tail go, and moved to return her to her prior position as he breathed/threatened, "Don't make me lay on you. I'm heavier than I look."
He didn't see her glower mutinously, but he certainly felt the weight of her stare as he dozed off.
When Toshinori woke up again, he wasn't sure how much time had passed. But Ichigo was still curled up next to him, her head lying on his chest and one of his hands was tangled in her dark silken tresses. She was purring, again.
The soft sound making his lips quirk a little bit as he slowly stretched his legs some, trying to be careful not to wake her up since she still seemed tired after everything. The first thing that he became aware of, aside from her purring, was the fact that she hadn't woken him up any.
She didn't seem to have moved any either.
Curiously, he tilted his head some so that he could look at the digital clock sitting on the bedside table and blinked upon seeing the date and time and then did a quick calculation in his head.
Ichigo's heat had started on the thirteenth, approximately around ten or so in the morning. And had ended on the sixteenth, just after two in the afternoon.
It was currently the eighteenth, right around three am.
Have we been sleeping since then? He wondered curiously. If so, then that would certainly explain why none of the food nor water that he'd brought into the bedroom for her heat, had been touched any. Still...it was a tad bit concerning. Especially since Ichigo might very well be carrying their first baby right at that moment.
He needed to wake her up, feed her, get her to drink some water, and maybe even get her to take a bath too. And to be honest, he sort of needed those things as well.
Not only that, but the dirty bed sheets needed to be stripped, and some clean ones put back on the bed so that they could sleep some more afterwards.
Carefully untangling his hand from her hair, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, despite being somewhat pinned by her. The second that he managed to sit up, Ichigo's head slid down his torso causing her to quickly jerk herself upright, her purr ending in a startled sounding yelp as she stared at him in wide eyed confusion.
"Good morning!" He said in a cheery tone that elicited a threatening little growl from her that made him grin as he asked. "Did you sleep well?" His grin only grew as her ear and tail twitched.
Ah, so his sweet girl wasn't much of a morning person. The poor thing. He thought in amusement as he climbed off of the bed. He'd break her of that soon enough. Especially with a baby on the way.
"I slept fine." She finally said once he finished stretching and popping his back. "You?"
"Like the dead," He replied before then asking. "Now, would you like some food first? Something to drink? To use the facilities? Or take a bath?"
She blinked at him as his question slowly registered with her and she took several moments to mull things over before finally saying, "Bath/facilities. Food and water after."
"Good choice. I'll go and run you a bath then. You'll likely need to soak for a little bit after...ya know."
"Why?"
"Hn? Why what?"
"Why will I need to soak?"
"Because you're probably sore-"
"I'm not."
"Huh?" He said questioningly.
"I'm not sore. I feel just fine so I don't need to soak and waste any of your warm water. I can just take a shower and be out in a few minutes." He opened his mouth to argue with her, but she practically scrambled out of the bed and ran for the bathroom.
Leaving him standing there scowling as he thought, She's the weirdest woman that I've ever met. However he knew that he wasn't going to win this particular argument no matter how much he wished he would. No matter.
He'd find another way to spoil her. In the meantime, he alternated between stripping and remaking the bed and figuring out what to do about their food situation. He didn't think that he had quite enough energy to try his hand at cooking at the moment, so instead he decided to call out for some delivery.
The only real problem that he had now was trying to figure out stuff like what Ichigo might like, and whether or not she had food any dangerous allergies.
Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he pulled out at least a dozen or so take out menu's for some twenty-four seven eateries, and was idly flipping through some of them in an effort to see what he wanted when Ichigo finally returned wrapped in a big, fluffy towel.
Upon seeing her sit down across from him, he reached out and grabbed a bottle of water and held it out to her. "You need to drink something."
She took the water from him, and popped the top off and took a drink noting that he was watching her like a hawk. "Do you have any food allergies that I need to know about?"
"No."
He sighed in relief, "Good. Look through some of these then and see what catches your interest." He said as he handed her a few menu's. It didn't take him too long to find what he thought he'd like. But he wouldn't bother to place any orders until Ichigo found something for herself.
It took her a little bit, and during that time, he decided to go and take a shower himself after he dug out a shirt and some shorts for her to wear. Upon his return, he found that she had laid a couple of different menu's out side by side and was scowling at the paper pages while her tail twitched in irritation.
"Find something that you might like?" He asked as he sat back down on the edge of the bed.
"I found a few things. But I can't seem to make up my mind any on which one I want more."
"Well, you haven't eaten anything in days... So why not get a little bit of all of them?"
"Because it...just sort of feels wrong."
"Wrong?" He asked curiously. She nodded her head and continued to scowl at the menu's as if she were trying to will them to burst into flames.
"I don't exactly have my wallet on me." He huffed softly as he realized what the problem was. "And I feel weird asking you to buy me a lot of food. Especially since some if the dishes look expensive."
A woman's independence could be like a double edged sword sometimes. Sure it could be an amazingly good thing to not rely on another person for everything in life. But at the same time, for someone as protective and possessive as Toshinori could be sometimes- it could be a lot like being shot in the foot.
All it took was one wrong move/word and bang, there goes your toes.
Reaching out, he picked up all of the menu's that she'd been looking at and flipped them closed and then smacked her on the nose with them. She yelped and jerked back away from him, looking at him in disbelief as he set them back down beside his thigh. "Ichigo... I don't think you fully realize the depth of what has happened between us here."
"Huh?" Ichigo said, as she tilted her head in an inquisitive manner.
"I'm going to be a long term fixture in you're life from now on. Especially since you're heat has ended so soon-" He was hedging for the moment, trying to sort out what he wanted to say to her. While trying to allow what he was hinting at to click in her mind.
And he knew the exact moment that it did, because her expression was a cute mix of fascination and wonder as she lifted a hand and put it against her stomach. "I-I'm preg-" He nodded his head as she tried to articulate the words on the tip of her tongue before finally just blurting out, "Oh wow."