Author's note: I know YoruIchi isn't as esoteric a pairing as the other chapters, but they've always been my fav. I know Rukia and Orihime are probably more compatible with Ichigo, but Yoruichi has a well-balanced personality, and she just seems like she'd be able to give Ichigo anything he needs. Plus, the pairing name is the same as one of the character names. How can you not love that? My like for them probably explains why this chapter has more dialogue than my other ones, since I've thought of multiple interactions the two could have.

Ichigo and Yoruichi's most significant moments happened at a hot spring, and a lot of fics like to take advantage of that. It gives the pairing something of a water theme. Anyone ever notice that?

Anyway, I don't own Bleach.

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"Come on, Ichigo." Yoruichi purred, slinking over him. "Your 'kitty' wants to be petted..."

Grinning, Ichigo embraced Yoruichi and brought his lips to hers. Slowly they began to peel off each other's clothing. Ichigo relished slowly exposing every inch of her smooth, beautiful skin. As he slid her pants off, Yoruichi reached up and undid her pony tail, shaking out her hair.

Once they were fully exposed, Yoruichi arched her back and pushed her chest out. Ichigo cupped her breasts, loving the feel of the soft, yielding flesh. He leaned down so he could place his mouth on her nipple. Yoruichi brought her arms around Ichigo's head, twirling a strand of his orange hair.

"I remember how you acted the first time you saw me naked. I think I like this reaction better." She felt him smile against her skin. "I guess that's my fault for corrupting you."

"There's no one I'd rather be corrupted by." Ichigo said. Yoruichi loved how playful Ichigo was when they were alone. She would always take pride in the fact that she was the one who had been able to bring out this side of him.

Kissing her nipples one last time, Ichigo laid Yoruichi on her back. He pressed his face against her tight stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel. He ran his hands along her sides, gliding his palms along her warm, silky skin. He kissed his way downwards, until he reached her dripping pussy. He snaked his tongue out, lapping up her juices. She tasted so sweet. Ichigo moved his hands up so he could resume his breast massage.

Yoruichi groaned, the feeling of his hot tongue and strong hands sending her sky high. Ichigo loved every part of her, her firm, perky breasts, her long, strong legs, her plump, round ass, her flat stomach, her wide hips, her shiny purple hair, her gleaming golden eyes...every time they made love, Ichigo made her feel like she was the most precious thing in the world to him. Which wasn't far from the truth.

Ichigo swirled his tongue around, loving the way her hot, smooth insides gripped it. He pressed his face closer to her crotch, so his nose could nuzzle against her clit. Yoruichi began to shake, his manipulations of her body threatening to overwhelm her. She clutched at his hair, any discomfort from having his hair pulled going unnoticed among the pleasure he was feeling.

Yoruichi bucked her hips against his face, her orgasm upon her. Her pussy clamped down on Ichigo's tongue, her fluids gushing into his mouth. Ichigo drank happily, while Yoruichi's body shuddered under his hands.

Yoruichi basked in the feeling for a few more moments, before sitting up. "That was wonderful, Ichigo. Why don't you lay back and let me return the favor?" Ichigo did as he was told, his cock twitching in anticipation.

Yoruichi crawled over to him, like a predator stalking her prey. She looked into his eyes, slowly licking her lips. Ichigo shivered. She certainly knew how to press his buttons.

She wrapped her hands around his cock, pumping it a few times. Precum began to pool at the head. Yoruichi leaned down and ran her tongue along the top, the salty nectar stinging her tastebuds delightfully. She licked all around the shaft, sucking gently on certain spots. Finally, she took the tool into her mouth, sucking it hard as she bobbed her head up and down.

As much as Ichigo wanted to watch, the pleasure shooting through him forced him to tightly close his eyes. It felt so good. He'd never get tired of the feeling of Yoruichi's warm mouth engulfing him. Yoruichi dropped down so that her lips were at the base of his shaft. Ichigo thanked God that she was skilled enough to deepthroat him. After letting it rest for a few seconds, Yoruichi pulled her head back and continued her regular ministrations. She cradled his balls in one hand, raking the back of her nails against his thigh with the other.

Ichigo started to moan louder, telling her that he was close. She drew her head back further so that only the top of his dick was still in her mouth. She began to jerk him off, awaiting the tasty load. She didn't have to wait long, his semen bursting out and filling her mouth. She gulped it down eagerly.

She sat back up and licked the palm of her hand. As she expected, Ichigo was still hard. "Well of course he is", she thought. "Once isn't enough with a sexy thing like me".

Once Ichigo caught his breath, he lifted up Yoruichi and placed her on his lap. They kissed again, tasting themselves on the other's tongue. Ichigo squeezed Yoruichi's ass and pushed her down onto him. They threw their heads back, moaning loudly. No matter how many times they did it, Yoruichi was always so tight. They moved back and forth, with Ichigo keeping his hands on Yoruichi's ass and pulling her against him in time with the movement of her hips.

Yoruichi hugged him tightly, crushing her breasts against his chest. Her hard nipples poked him as Ichigo continued to grope and slap her ass. She clenched her pussy as tightly as she could, trying to make it feel as good for him as possible. A loud smack sounded every time Yoruichi's ass met Ichigo's lap.

Eventually they felt that stirring in their loins. The two saw stars as they burst into each other again, screaming the other's name as loud as they could. Panting heavily, Yoruichi weakly rocked her hips, trying to coax as much sperm out of Ichigo as she could. Ichigo rested his head on her shoulder as he felt himself go soft inside. Even so, they were in no hurry to break apart.

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Yoruichi lay with her back against Ichigo's chest. The two were currently engaged in one of their post-coital chats. They enjoyed staying up to talk.

"I love how attentive you are, Ichigo." Yoruichi said, playing with his fingers. "The way you make love to me, the way you hold me like you'll never let me go," She smirked. "The way you play with my hair when you think I'm asleep..." She felt him wince behind her. He was such a softie.

She rolled over so she was facing him. "But I am surprised you chose me". Ichigo looked at her quizzically. "Well" she started, putting on a slight pout and running her finger over his chest. "You broke into a heavily dangerous place and faced down an army for Rukia and Orihime. You never did that for me".

Ichigo stared at her for a few seconds before he burst out laughing. That was certainly an interesting way of looking at it.

"I've been through a lot, Yoruichi." He said. "Losing my mom, everything with the Soul Society and Aizen...But when I look at you, all I can think about is how lucky I am." It was his turn to smirk. "Why, Yoruichi. I never thought I'd be the one to make you blush."

Yoruichi slapped his chest before burying her face in it. Embarrassment wasn't something she was used to feeling. But she supposed that only the person she truly loved would be able to affect her like that.

She tucked her head under his chin and shut her eyes, ready to let sleep take her. Ichigo did the same.

"Love you, Strawberry."

"Love you too, Kitty-sensei."

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