Main POV

Steam filled the bathroom as I waited for the water to heat up. I felt kind of numb after my little heart to heart with Ichigo. I wanted to feel something. I let the water get just a little too warm and then stepped inside. As instructed, I'd left my reeking clothes outside the bathroom door for Yuzu to wash. I let the scalding water wash over my chest, rubbing softly at my collar with my hands. There was something about pushing the water around my smooth skin that made me relax, at least a little bit. I heard the door handle twist and looked over, Ichigo was standing in the doorway looking unimpressed. Without saying a word, he reached his hand over and flicked the switch for the extractor fan.

"There's so much steam in here it was coming out under the door. You're soaking the floor out front of it. Turn the temperature down before you burn your skin off," he scolded.

"What are you gonna do, come in here and make me?" I joked. He rolled his eyes.

"I'll come in there if you want me to," he told me. I smirked.

In the many months we'd been together, he'd ran a bath for me, been in the bathroom when I'd been taking a shower, but he'd never come in with me. It would be a first. But I was also having trauma flashbacks to the time I had to take a cold shower back at my apartment to get him out of my mind and ended up with images of him showing with me. Although now would be the perfect time to act out that fantasy. I wasn't trying to take things slow for him now.

"Get in here," I ordered and he chuckled.

He closed the door behind him, now he was done letting all the steam out, and stripped. He tugged his shirt over his toned chest, dropping it to the floor. He unceremoniously unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and dropped them next. Then, it was off with his boxers before he was kicking his clothes out the door of the bathroom. I smirked at him. He walked over and reached into the shower, rather than just stepping in. His hand clasped around the knob for the water temperature and he adjusted it until it was just a warm shower and not satan's inferno. Bastard.

I let the water rain down on my hair and roll over my shoulders as he finally stepped inside the tub, sliding his arms around me and bringing me close to him. He held me for a moment, under the shower head as water pelted down on us. I rested my head softly on his chest, enjoying the warm feeling. His hands slipped softly into my hair and then he leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

I reached over for the shampoo, rubbing it through my hair and scalp before I get too horny and forget. I smiled to myself and I looked up to see the amused look on Ichigo's face. He didn't know what I was silently laughing at, but he'd like to. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back washing the shampoo away and I could hear him doing the same. I finger combed conditioner through my hair and heard the sound of a plastic bottle being opened. I was then assaulted with the scent of freesias and rose, large hands ran over my body in sensual strokes. There was a loofa added at some point and I could feel him scrubbing over my back and shoulders.

I let out a soft sigh, unable to open my eyes as I lay back against the warm body beside me. One hand slid up my side to hold my chest while the other followed after it to scrub gently across my collarbone. Soon it was just his hands, massaging the skin softly. I felt his lips brush against my clavicle and his hands slip over my breasts. His thumbs brushed the nipples while he made a tender massage on the tissue. I moaned softly, letting him work away slowly. I leaned my neck back and to the side, leaning against his chest.

"This brings back memories," I told him eventually.

"Oh?" He replied. "I didn't think we'd done this before."

"We haven't," I replied in a whisper.

"Remember that time I had to excuse myself from that meeting? The first time we slept with each other? This is what I was thinking about in my cold shower," I explained.

"I'm no expert on cold showers but, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be thinking arousing thoughts," he joked.

"You're not, that's why I kept turning the temperature lower and lower," I replied and he laughed.

"I wondered why you were so cold," he told me. "Well, let's bring those fantasies to life, shall we?"

He pressed harder in his slow massage across my back and shoulders. He brought his lips to my neck and kissed softly around the hammering droplets of water. I pressed my body closer to his, wanting to feel him. He dragged his lips up my neck to behind my ear and sucked on the sensitive spot, strongly enough to mark me. I let out a stuttered breath. His lips slid down to my jaw, kissing across it, nipping the corner of my mouth. I opened up to him, accepting the passionate kiss under the torrents of water falling around us. He stepped around me in the shower to face me. He gave me a chaste kiss before he brought his head down, lifting a breast to his mouth, tongue dragging across the bud. His hands still massaged my back and shoulders. I was lost in the feeling, letting out another moan.

"Do you like this?" He asked huskily. Head by my breast. "Is this what you were thinking about?" He went back to sucking the nipple. I opened my mouth to answer but moaned instead. Damn him.

"No," I breathed. "This is much better than my imagination is capable of."

He chuckled. I rolled my head back, letting him work away, doing whatever he wanted. I was beginning to think we should have been playing it his way all along. Perhaps my impatience was misguided, there was fun to be hand in the long game.

His hands made there way to my lower back and massaged the base of my spine. His fingers worked my lower back, pushing out the aches and pains of a job that required sitting for long periods of time. His mouth moved to the neglected breast and I moaned out. This was torture, this is why we don't do it his way. He pecked along the under sides of my breasts, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Ichigo kissed his way down my abdomen, teeth scraping across my hips before moving along to my pelvic bone.

"Brace yourself," he told me and I stepped back and leaned against the shower wall with his guidance. This was it, he was finally going to pin me to the wall and fuck me. I felt the cool tiles press against my back and shuddered with anticipation. He pulled my thigh up and to the side before dropping to the floor of the tub on his knees. He held me steady with his arms as he dropped one of my legs over his shoulder.

"Ichigo," I gasped. The boy just found a way to make showering dangerous.

He brought his head forward, lips meeting lips, tongue rolling over folds and nerves. He'd only done it once before, and I was nervous he'd be awkward, slow starting, but he remembered everything that I liked from last time. He worked me up like a pro and I shuddered, skin burning against the cold tiles. I slid my hands up my torso, fingers dancing across the skin. I massaged my breasts, helping get the feeling going, ever impatient. He swiped his tongue expertly over my clit, fingers slowly dipping inside me. He set a slow pace for his thrusting fingers, determined to do things his way. I whined. His other hand held firmly to my thigh, holding me steady in place as I stood on one leg with the water raining down on me.

I tried to keep quiet, knowing Yuzu at least was home. I bit my lip as I toyed with my nipples. This was a dangerous game for more than one reason; one of us could slip and die, which would be embarrassing. Yuzu or another family member could hear us, also embarrassing, and lastly I might lose my thin patience and destroy Ichigo's bathroom in a sex crazed rampage. Let's face it, the last one was most likely, I don't exactly have a good track record when it comes to looking after people's homes.

My skin burned, I tried to stay still so I didn't fall but Ichigo had me squirming on his shoulder. I tugged at the fistfuls of orange hair I had in my hands and held on for dear life. As I pulled at the strands, he let out what was almost a primal growl. That ignighted in me the same feeling it had when I had his thick cock in my mouth. I massaged the breast I still had in my hand and whined as he sucked at my clit. After what felt like hours I was sent hurtling down from the high that Ichigo had so tirelessly pushed me toward.

Without missing a beat he stood, pulling the thigh I had over his shoulder to his waist and pushed into me. He grabbed my other thigh and wrapped that around his waist too. I gripped the shower railing above us as Ichigo stood steady, thrusting into me against the tiled wall. His face was at my breasts again, sucking, nipping and biting the skin. My skin burned against him, the warm water almost felt like ice compared to it. I shuddered silently begging to him to keep going, to thrust harder, faster, but once again we took things at his pace. This was so good I was almost crying. I needed more, harder, faster but they boy was relentless. He was determined to touch me slow, sensual and passionate. How dare he care about me deeply.

"Please," I whined out.

"Please what?" He grinned, he knew what he was doing to me.

"Hit me harder, please," I replied. I wouldn't bother asking him to go faster, I knew this torturous pace was what he liked. He smirked before doing as asked. He pinned me a little harder, held me a little tighter and slammed into me, shaking me to my core. I cried out, unable to contain this unexpected outburst. He knew exactly where to aim each thrust too.

Karin POV

"I thought Ichigo was taking Uo to the soul society," Oyaji asked as he and Yuzu squee-ed in the kitchen over to net very quiet sex Ichinii and Uo we're having in the shower. Even before the loud moans came from Uo we were still being assaulted with the sound of bodies slamming up against the walls and Ichinii growling. As much as I loved them, those two were freaks. The doorbell rang and I watched the two weirdos in the kitchen. Neither made a move to answer it.

"Don't worry, I'll get it," I called sarcastically and headed for the door.

"Thank you Karin-chan," Yuzu called after me and I grumbled under my breath until I pulled open the door.

"Toshiro!" I cried out in surprise when I saw Rangiku and Rukia-nee standing beside the sulking white haired figure who was leaning against the wall.

"Karin," he greeted. "Are you alright, Yuzu and your father as well?"

"Yeah hey, this isn't about what happened with Uo today is it?" I asked worriedly. Though I don't know why, if she can go several rounds in the shower Uo agaisnt my brother she's probably fine.

"Is she okay? The others filled us in when we got back. Something about her blowing up Urahara's and then running through the sewers."

"Uo-nee blew up Urahara shop?" I cried out, that was new.

"What?" Oyaji snapper his head over to the front door. He started laughing. "Uo did what? Man she must have been really unhappy with the profit margins."

"Seems that way," Toshiro smiled. My heart fluttered a little. What the hell, I was too young to be experiencing heart palpitations. He came inside after taking off his shoes and went to sit in the living room with Oyaji while Yuzu went off to make some tea. I looked up the stairs, seems the banging against the tiled wall had stopped. I hope they weren't just stopping for a rest.

Main POV

"Oh god," I cried out.

Ichigo lifted me up away from the wall and dropped down to sit on the floor of the tub. I sat on his lap with my knees either side of his waist and bounced up and down. He had his hands gripping my hips as the water fell all around us. He kissed over my neck and shoulders while I cried out, unable to even try to be quiet anymore. I hoped the others weren't home. I hoped Yuzu was vacuuming or something. Hoped she'd gone out grocery shopping or something.

I could understand why Ichigo liked to play the long game, I could, really, but this was torture. I'd become someone else in this moment, all I was was chasing this feeling and it never seemed to be enough.

"Hey," Ichigo said gently as I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head. "How you doing over there?" I let out a cry. "You need to take a break? You doing okay, talk to me Uo."

"Fuck," I choked out. "Don't you dare stop."

He chuckled as he tugged me down harder from where I was walking. We needed to have a chat about how smug he was getting. Bastard. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me passionately. He wrapped his hands softly around my back and cradled my head with one of them before lowering me back in the tub to be laying flat as he kneeled in between my thighs. He propped himself above me with one arm and held me to his chest with the other. He'd gotten a little sloppy, I wondered if he was close. I snaked a hand up behind him to grip at his hair and I tugged on the strands. Like always, he let out a growl and I shuddered in excitement. I ran my other hand down his back, sliding it back up and scratching the surface lightly. Feeling the next orgasm building within me, I reached my hand lower, behind Ichigo to massage his balls. I couldn't take another torturous minute of this. If I was coming, so was he.

"God Uo," he groaned.

"I might die here," I blurted out and he started laughing. He kept up his pace like a trooper through his laughter and eventually brought us both to a shuddering release. He rested his head on mine and pressed our foreheads together.

"Fulfil all your shower fantasies?" He asked after a moment.

"For now," I breathed.