Forgive my delay; I've just been so swamped with life. Plus I had to get that Renruki oneshot off my chest (r&r that BTW :D) but this story is not over, far from it. I still know what I want to do and I thank each and everyone who has subbed/faved/reviewed this. Means so much to me. ..

Contains: fluff.

Rating: T (may be M in the future. idk though, i'm not a psychic. lol)

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Bleach. If I did, RenRuki would be rolling around in the sands of Hueco Mundo instead of bleeding in it.)

Beautiful.

The very first word that crept into Ichigo's mind as he gazed at her sleeping face. He moved his slightly away as to absorb every detail of her. Her chest moved slightly up and down, an auburn lock rebelled from the rest and laid gently on her forehead. Ichigo very smoothly swept it away, causing her to stir a little. She moved in closer to the hollow of his neck, breathing in deeply before laying still once more. He gulped, feeling his heart swell with new found feelings for this woman, his woman, every single time he looked at her.

My God. So this is love. Ichigo grinned at the thought. Here she was, all this time she was in front of him and he never gave a second look. But maybe it was supposed to be this way. Maybe it was meant for him to finally see how much he loved her through his own way. Because now he could know he loved her, was in love with her and know it was for real, this relationship was for real.

"My heart is ever at your service," he whispered in her hair. "One half of me is yours, the other half yours--"

"Mine own, I would say.." a sudden whisper broke his transfixed gaze on her. Orihime lifted her head and looked into his chocolate eyes. "But if mine, then yours, and so all yours." She smiled at his shocked expression.

"You know.."

"William Shakespeare. Yes." Orihime smiled wider. "It helps to know a couple things about your boyfriend."

"Wow." He smiled with such tenderness it made her heart ache. Then his eyebrows furrowed. "Did I wake you?"

"No." She shook her head. "You're so thoughtful, Kurosaki-kun." They laced their fingers together. Electrical currents shot through Ichigo. He certaintly wouldn't mind doing this. At all.

"Good morning, Inoue."

A kiss on the lips.

"Good morning, Kurosaki-kun."

A smile.

Yes. This is love.

Yes, this is short, but I wanted this to show where they stand. Update will be coming very soon :)