Lemon!

Not a very good one, but still...enjoy.

Toshinori's brain must have short circuited on him. It was the only thing that he could think could have possibly happened just now. And here was why.

Ichigo had been curled up in his lap asleep for at least an hour in a half while he watched some TV when shit got...well not really weird- but definitely distracting. And he didn't even know what started it either! All he could seem to think at the moment was that she looked so cute and innocent. And then- then her hands started wandering.

It was subtle at first. So much so that he was able to ignore the soft touches and stuff for a little while. But then he got curious when he felt her squirm in his lap and cool air brushed against the skin of his stomach.

Looking down at her, he frowned when he felt her fingers leaving feather light touches along the waistband of his pants. He reached down to remove her hand, part of him wondering what brought this on. While another part of him simply wanted to leave her be.

After all, she was asleep.

Maybe she was simply having an exciting dream of some kind. Removing her small hand from his body had almost physically hurt him.

He couldn't help it, it wasn't very often at all that he indulged in anything remotely sexual in nature. And despite having helped Ichigo through her heat and the fact that she was currently carrying their first baby- he was reluctant to allow himself to indulge in sexual activities with her again.

At least for the time being.

Partially because he didn't know what she wanted. Did the fact that he was willing to stick around and help raise their baby make them partners? Significant others? Did she even like him in that way?

Sure she was affectionate.

But not as much as he was. He tended to cross small lines without meaning too. Stealing hugs, giving her chaste kisses, and little touches here and there. And sure, she hadn't pushed him away any or even told him to stop- but did that really matter?

Did he really have any reason or right to do such things?

Toshinori was an affectionate person by nature. And Ichigo….well...he wasn't sure if she appreciated such things much. He might have asked, but the fact that she didn't push him away or told him no had to mean something. Right? He just wasn't entirely certain about what it meant. All he knew was that it felt like a permission of sorts.

But what if he was wrong?

What if now that her heat had been taken care of she didn't- He jumped a little bit when he felt her hand snake down the front of his pants and coughed up some blood in surprise as he felt her small hand awkwardly wrap around his cock.

Looking wide eyed at her sleeping face, he muttered several inventive curses and quickly tried to remove her hand from him before he got hard and this became even more awkward. However no sooner than he removed her hand from himself again, she grabbed his hand and slipped his hand down the front of her pants.

His face positively flamed with embarrassment as she deftly maneuvered his long fingers to stroke her damp core through her panties and he let out a weird little whine as she somehow managed to move her panties aside some and pressed one of his fingers inside of her.

He choked and damned near dropped her while slapping his free hand to his mouth in an effort to stave off a coughing fit that he felt coming on as her inner muscles clamped down on his finger. Honestly he didn't know what to do here. Should he wake her up? He would imagine that she might be upset if he let things go any further.

But either way he imagined that he was going to go to hell for something.

He violently twitched as he felt her hand slip back inside of his pants and wrap around his growing erection- oh god, was he actually getting turned on by this? How much of a pervert am I? He wondered in dismay as she pumped him a few times.

"Shit, Ichigo-" He nearly shouted as he felt her fingertips play with his slit and bit his lower lip to bite back a groan when he saw that her other hand had moved to her left breast.

He made a funny high pitched inhuman sound, his eyes widening as his breath began to get ragged. He licked his lips, cringing a little bit when he tasted the blood that he'd not bothered to wipe away just yet. He was a tad bit fixated on what her wicked little hands were doing to them both.

So much so that he missed her cracking an eye open to look at his face. The silly man was still trying to fight what she was doing to him, but was slowly giving in. Closing her eye back, she feigned sleep again and kept working him over hoping that this would quiet his thoughts for a little while.

Toshinori was very distracted by what Ichigo's hands were doing to both of their bodies. He kept twitching and trying to bite back the sounds of pleasure that she was eliciting from him. His eyes stayed fixed on her other hand and her breast.

Her fingers were deftly teasing the tightened little nub of her nipple through her shirt. His mouth went dry as he imagined his own hand taking it's place.

Ichigo twitched a little bit as she caught onto the sudden shift in his train of thought. Jesus he had such a dirty mind for such a shy and awkward guy. She thought as her ears twitched upon picking up the rabid beating of his heart. Her own breath stuttered a little bit as she flitted through his thoughts, letting him show her everything that he wanted to do to her.

His mind was weirdly unfiltered. Which was probably just one reason why she found herself responding to his thoughts like she was. Her body slowly becoming more and more excited the more she let him feed her lust with his own.

Finally she couldn't take anymore and she let out a little growl of annoyance because here she was trying to do something nice for him and he was making her lose control of herself. She didn't like being out of control. People got hurt whenever she was out of control.

And the last thing she wanted was to accidentally hurt him.

His eyes flew to her face in alarm the second that he heard her growl, and he started to panic a little bit as her hand removed itself from his pants and settled firmly on his shoulder, pushing him back against the couch a little bit while she slowly sat up and then moved so that she straddled his hips.

His eyes were wide, and dazed as he looked at her. His mouth was open slightly, his breath still a bit ragged, his throat worked as if he were trying to find the words to apologize.

She didn't want his damned apology. She wanted him to see what she saw when she looked at him. For a man who spent a good portion of his life training to be a hero- Toshinori was remarkably lacking in self confidence and esteem. It didn't all have to do with his present health either.

It was...as if he didn't know his own self worth unless he was doing his work as a hero.

It pissed her off.

"I-Ichigo-" He finally managed to say, his tone questioning as he wiped the blood from his mouth with a shaky hand.

"You think so loudly sometimes," She muttered before leaning in and pressing her mouth to his throat. Feeling his pulse jump at the contact she felt emboldened to continue. "You worry too much about labels for this. And if I didn't want you touching me- I would have broken something by now." She said as she ran her tongue along his jugular, one of her hands moving to tangle itself in his thick blond hair so that she could hold his head back so that she had better access to his skin.

The skin of his throat and stomach were sensitive to things like touch. The smallest whisper of breath against his skin, the lightest scrape of teeth, the sensual way that she had just run her tongue along his throat- they tied him in knots internally.

His hand came up to rest on her hips, his grip belying his nervousness. She could feel his body twitch and tremble as she ground herself against his confined erection. Her hips rocking gently against him, eliciting a soft gasp from him as she slowly removed her hand from his hair and then sat back a little bit, stilling against his crotch and causing him to look at her with unrestrained longing as she slowly lifted her shirt up and pulled it over her head.

He swallowed hard as she dropped the fabric onto the floor and then wrapped her arms around his neck. Her bra clad breasts pressed flush against his chest as she said softly, "If you want to touch me, Toshi then touch me."

He needed no other urging from her.

He moved so fast that she was barely able to track him. His mouth hungrily claiming her own as he wrapped his arms tightly around her slender frame as he stood up taking her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist out of instinct, making him give a small noise of approval as he moved her so that she was lying under him on the couch.

It took a little bit of maneuvering on his part, given his size and all. But finally he got her right where he wanted her. Nice and comfortable on her back underneath him.

Finally breaking the kiss, he braced himself on one hand over her so that he wouldn't accidentally crush her with his weight. Ichigo had this fetching pink blush coloring her cheeks a pretty pink, her lips pink lips had turned a rosy coral and were swollen and wet from his kiss. Her garnet colored eyes were glazed over a little bit.

Hooking a finger underneath her chin, he tipped her head back a little bit and then leaned down to pay her the same attention that she had given to him before. "Sweet girl." He muttered against her throat as he pressed little wet open mouthed kisses against her skin.

She gasped and arched her back, pressing herself more fully against him when he lightly bit down on the place where she shoulder and neck met. The feel and taste of her was intoxicating to him and going straight to his head.

He loved it.

Hooking his fingers beneath the strap of her bra, he tugged it down her arm as he moved lower to nuzzle and lay kisses on the swells of her breasts. She cried out when his mouth latched onto one of her nipples and suckled, her hands coming up- one to grab at his hair while the other settled on one of his biceps, where her fingernails dug into his skin.

He used his free hand to unfasten her jeans and slip his hand into her panties and cup her wet sex. His fingers deftly stroking her, feeling the growing wetness coating his fingertips as she pressed herself into his hand a bit more, seeking relief as he slipped his finger inside of her. She gasped at the slight invasion and squirmed a little bit.

He lifted his head, finally releasing her nipple from his mouth and looked at her.

"Something wrong?" He asked in a breathless voice.

"N-Need you, Toshi."

He nodded his head in understanding, and moved back a little bit as he removed his hand from her and quickly stripped her of her jeans and panties before then pulling off his own clothing. Returning to his prior position so that he could give her a sweet kiss and tell her to let him know if she wanted to stop. She nodded her head, and he carefully wrapped one of her legs around his hips as he slowly pressed his cock into her slick heat inch by inch.

God she's so tight. He thought as he paused for a moment once he had half of his length inside of her. How she could still be as tight as a vice after taking his cock before, he would never know. Giving a small experimental movement of his hips, he tried to see if he was hurting her any. And was relieved to find that he wasn't.

He moved slowly at first, and then gradually picked up his pace. Pressing himself deeper and deeper inside of her until he felt himself bottom out inside of her. She clung to him, using his shoulder to muffle the cute cries and squeaks that she made as he fucked her.

He knew the moment that she reached climax, she clamped down on his cock so tightly- her body milking him and bringing about his own end. He held as she shook and slowly went limp in his grasp and pressed kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips as he slowly withdrew from her body and sat back on his heels as small smile curving his lips.

Yes, his brain short circuited on him. And he was so very glad that it did.