Main POV

"Afternoon Uo, what a fine Saturday it is," Urahara waved as I stood by the car, Tessai loading the deliveries by location order. I'd told him I was going to the Kurosaki house after work so they'd organised a route for me what needed there. I could have done it myself but I think Urahara didn't want me knowing too much about what was in each package. For all I knew he could have a secret dildo business on the side he didn't want me telling everyone about. He did seem like the shady type to do such a thing.

"You could say that," I shrugged. "We are working though, so it's not that fine a Saturday."

"Shame," he waved his fan at me. "I clock off after these packages are loaded. I'm going to enjoy the sun and unusual warmth for the day."

"I hate winter," I scowled and climbed into the driver's seat, ready for when Tessai was done. He handed me a clipboard and I accepted it, heading to the first address, with ease as Urahara had put a reishi powered gps in my car that already had all the locations downloaded as soon as I turned it on.

"Bye bye Uo," Urahara waved as I pulled away. Smug jerk not having to work too hard on a Saturday.

"You're back earlier than I expected," Ichigo stated as I huffed and thew my jacket on his desk chair, marching right over and collapsing on top of him. He was laying flat on his back, hand behind his head to prop himself up while he read a manga.

"How was your day not doing your homework?" I asked, face pressed into his chest.

"Actually," he told me smugly. "I finished it a couple of hours ago. How was work?"

"I hate Urahara," I replied with a groan and buried my head under his arm.

"You were the one who said same day and next day deliveries. You should have had standard 3-5 business day shipping," he showed me no sympathy as he pointed out all the flaws in my business plan. It irked me and I shot upwards, nipping at the soft flesh of his neck. He jerked beneath me and let out a startled yell before flipping us and pinning me beneath him, attacking me with kisses. I giggled underneath him as he littered my face with soft kissed, cheering me up considerably.

"Okay," I laughed. "It's my own fault just kiss me," I replied as he tickled my sides as well as kissing all over my neck and collar.

"I am kissing you," he replied like a damn smart ass.

"You know what I mean," I glared at him. His lips met mine and he kissed me deeply, making sure to do the tongue trick I'd pulled on him earlier, making me moan underneath him. He pulled away and smirked down at me.

"Is this what you want?" He teased and I scowled at him, arching up to reconnect our mouths. We kissed feverishly, rolling around as we fought for dominance. I had flipped us over several times, wanting to be the one on top for a change but was easily overpowered as Ichigo used his unfair amount of purely human strength against me. I felt lucky at least, that he had never used his shinigami level of strength on me. I would be doomed then. Not that making out was an activity that usually required captain level power.

I gripped his shoulders as he held my waist and we continued to fight for ultimate power. My Urahara Shōten t-shirt was beginning to drive me insane and I pulled back, yanking it up over my head, tossing it to the side as I was pressed beneath him. He kissed me again although a little surprised, but like everything else in his life, Ichigo took it in stride. I was in the process of pulling his shirt up, trying to flip us over again when the door opened and the other Kurosaki male charged in the door.

"Yuzu sent me to call you down for dinner!" He yelled as we tumbled to the floor with a thud. Ichigo frantically made a grab for me, covering my half naked chest with his body.

"God damn it does no one ever knock!" Ichigo roared as his dad stared down at us.

"I thought you said I wasn't getting grandkids," he commented as he looked at the position we were in.

"YOU'RE NOT!" We yelled simultaneously and his dad chuckled.

"If you don't come down to dinner I'll assume I am," he replied and then closed the door behind him as he left.

"Talk about mood killers," Ichigo grumbled and I laughed from underneath him.

"Come on," I shoved him lightly. "Let's go get food, I'm hungry."

I slid out from under him and grabbed one of his t-shirts to slide on and headed out his bedroom, him following shortly after. I heard squealing from the kitchen and sighed, Isshin was so telling Yuzu about how he found us.

After dinner I kicked off my jeans within seconds of being in Ichigo's room, booting them into the laundry hamper after I toed them up off the floor. My socks were next to go and then my bra. He watched me with an eyebrow raised as I shrugged and picked up the manga I'd started a couple of says before and slid under the covers.

"You so tired your in bed already?" He laughed as he sat at his desk picking up the manga he'd been reading before I tackled him before dinner.

"You could say that," I shrugged. Really I was excited about the next time we'd lay here together and we could continue the face battle we'd been having before Isshin interrupted us. He clearly didn't get the picture as he stayed up reading until 11 while I stared at the same page I'd opened up to, trying to get something out of the words but failing miserably. Eventually I closed it flopping down on my back and resting an arm over my eyes. Ichigo got up shortly after, flicking off the light and shimmying out of any and all necessary clothing.

"Night," he pecked me softly as he settled under the covers.

"Yeah, night," I replied with a sigh.

I lay awake in the dark, sulking, things hadn't exactly gone to plan. I didn't have any great seduction plot but I was hoping that we'd get another kissing session in before bed. Maybe it was too much too soon for Ichigo. I mean we had advanced from months of casual pecks and cuddles to fevered make out sessions that caused several wrestling matches in one day. I heard chuckling from beside me and I turned to look at Ichigo, propping myself up on an arm.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"When are you just going to cave and ask?" He said.

"Ask what?" I raised a brow.

"Or just do it?" He added and I scowled. He knew. This whole time he knew what I wanted and just let me suffer.

"You sadist," I grumbled and he laughed louder at me. I shoved his shoulder and he continued laughing at me. He leaned over to play with a bit of my hair and I gave him a sharp look. How dare he?

"Come here," he smiled genuinely at me and pulled me in for a kiss. It was deep but soft, gentle and not as aggressive or dominating as it was before. His hold on my head was gentle as well, fingers running through my hair. I leaned up slightly, running my hands over his chest and intertwining our legs. He rolled us so he was above me, pinning me between his arms, leg pressed between my thighs. I slid my hands down his back, trailing my fingers over his hot skin, making him shudder slightly. I held my hands on his hips and pulled them closer to mine. He lowered himself further down, not breaking apart from our kiss.

He dropped down to one elbow and slid the other hand up under my shirt, attacking the opposite breast from this morning with the same enthusiasm. I moaned into his kiss and he smiled. I ran my fingernails lightly over his unclothed chest and he moaned for me this time. Yay, revenge. Our kiss got more rough after a while of just enjoying the feeling of being on each other's lips. He switched to using his knees to keep his weight off of me so he could use his other hand to assault both breasts at once. I moaned uncontrollably and I could feel his smug look even with my eyes closed. I slid my hands down his chest again and then finished by playing with the waistband of his boxers. I palmed him through his shorts and he groaned before pulling back surprised.

"WhatUo!" He said as he looked at me. "My sister are asleep across the hall."

"Then you'd better stay quiet," I told him and kissed him back with a smirk. I dipped my hand beneath his boxers and gripped him, running my hand up and down the shaft. The one thing I thought when my hand had made first contact was 'I knew it,' because everything about Ichigo's personality the entire manga and anime exuded big dick energy. To have balls like he did on a regular basis, that unwavering confidence I knew that he had to be packing. Not that I spent my entire time watching the anime thinking about his dick.

He let out a hiss as I ran my thumb over the tip and moved my hand up and down, pumping him with a smirk, getting my own back all the moans he elicited from me with each kiss. His thigh pressed further between mine, making contact with my panties and rubbed against me as he started to thrust into my hand. I tried my best to ignore the sensation as I worked on getting him off but he couldn't seem to help it.

"Uo," he panted.

"Ahh~" I let out a small, breathy moan as he leaned forward more and he grinned, realising suddenly what he was doing.

He readjusted me slightly so I was sitting on his thigh and we were upright on the bed. I furiously worked his shaft and he rocked me on his thigh with similar vigour, the little bastard. I kissed him and decided to just work with him on the thigh riding thing, rolling my hips forward for a better angle, and continuing to run my hand over his member. He kissed down the side of my neck and I took over rocking myself on his thigh. His now free hands reached up to remove my shirt, going back to kneading my boobs. I held back a moan but it was pretty clear on my face how I was feeling. I took things to the next level and reached a second hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and fondled his balls. He let out a chocked groan as I did and in return he pressed his thigh closer to my clothed pussy.

"Uo," he groaned out.

It wasn't long before he was kissing me roughly to muffle the grunts and groans he was giving out. With a tender massage to his balls and a few more pumps he was releasing into my hand and up the side of my arm. He let out a shuddering final moan and panted heavily. I felt a little bit of pride, knowing I was the first person, besides probably himself, to have given Ichigo a hand job. I carefully pulled my hands out of his boxers, reaching over to the nightstand for a tissue to wipe the cum off my arm. Once I did and disposed of the tissue in the well placed beside bin, Ichigo immediately dropped us back down on the mattress.

"You little minx," he growled and kissed me roughly. He tugged my panties off but pulled away quickly. "It this okay?" He asked and I nodded vigourously. "Good," he replied and then plunged a finger between my folds. I let out an unsuspecting cry and he chuckled. He brought his finger back up to rub a few circles around my clit and kissed across my collar bone. He dipped his finger down to my dripping entrance and pulled a sticky set of fingers away.

"All this from just my thigh?" He teased with an eyebrow raised. I suddenly hated his playful side and I glared back at him. "Unless of course you also like getting me off. If I knew you liked it this much I'd have let you do it sooner."

"You're the worst," I whispered back angrily. He smiled softly at me and leaned in to kiss me, fingers going back to their explorative route into my pussy. He dipped his middle finger inside me and I tried not to cry out into his mouth. That little bastard wasn't even blushing. Where had this confidence come from!? He stroked the finger over my walls and I shifted, letting a tiny, desperate cry escape my lips.

Answering my silent prayers he added his ring finger, and braced his hand against me. His pinky and index finger either side of my pussy, guiding his thrusting fingers into me. He slid his thumb up under my folds to reach my clit, circling it. I was surprised Ichigo didn't approach sex and sexual activity like a newborn deer, stumbling about learning everything as he went. Did the bastard have a natural affinity for everything?! I mean he was always blushing anytime he saw anything remotely sexy in the anime, he blushed when he saw me in a bra the first time! Unless it was a blush related to him seeing things he wasn't supposed to. And I'd already teased him, saying as my boyfriend he was allowed to see things like me getting changed or me in less than the usual amount of clothing.

I shuddered, his vigorous fingers working my already stimulated crotch. I threw my head back and unconsciously thrust myself further onto his hand. I was breathing heavily and I could feel the occasional bead of sweat drip down my flushed chest. I tried not to cry out and held my breath. He alternated which finger stroked my walls as he thrust them both in and out of me and I jerked towards him again.

"Ichigo~" I whined, trying desperately to be quiet. He kissed down the side of my neck and I let out a strangled moan, a tight knot forming in my abdomen. It wouldn't be long before I was in real trouble, trying not to scream the house down as I shuddered on his fingers. I'd always laughed at girls in fanfics for their exaggerated moans and cries, knowing it was easy to be quiet when I was by myself, even with other boyfriends it wasn't this hard to keep quiet. I must really like Ichigo. Either that or he really knows what he's doing.

"Ichigo," I said desperately. "Oh god," I gasped. "God, please, Ichigo," I cried into his shoulder and he sped up making me buck my hips into him more. I couldn't stop myself and then I was biting down on his shoulder, crying out anyway as my legs shook and the knot snapped. I came hard on his hand and I threw my head back away from his shoulder, chest moving up and down rapidly.

"You know," he said as I came down from my high. "There's no need to call me god. I know I did fight for the Soul King but it's not quite the same thing."

"You jerk," I growled as I tried to get my breath back. I tried to get up off his lap but her held me there.

"Hang on," he told me, pulling his t-shirt back over my head and he picked me up, tugging his boxers back up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to his bedroom door and across the hall into the bathroom. He set me down on the counter before going for the light switch. He grabbed a small towel and ran the tap over it was well as washing his hands. He ran the towel carefully as I watched him intently. He wore a soft, endearing expression, something I didn't see on him often.

"You know I could have taken care of this myself," I said eventually as he tossed the towel in the hamper.

"I know," he said as he dried my thighs off with a towel. "Uo," he said. "I think I love you."

"Jesus," I replied. "I'm not that good at hand jobs."

"Uo I'm serious," he glared at me. There was the Ichigo I knew and loved. 'Oh.' "I know it's only been a few months since we met, but you know as well as I do a lot can happen in a couple of months."

"I do," I nodded. "I love you too. I've always loved you, but now I'm in love with you. You big dummy."

"Stop with the pet names, you're embarrassing me," he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes at me.

He helped me up off the counter and took my hand, leading me back to his bedroom and climbing under the covers with me. I intertwined our legs and wrapped my arms around his chest. He leaned down to kiss my forehead and he rand his hands through my hair until we fell asleep. I really lucked out with this one.