The temperature had been steadily falling the last week. Nights threatened to drop below zero, and Ichigo always shivered when he looked out the frosty window. So damn cold. He might as well get up now and see what his girlfriend was up to. Hopefully, it wasn't as stupid as something she recently thought was a good idea.
She said that she had to watch her weight, to cut back on sweets and eat healthier. All of that couldn't be more ridiculous. Her weight was fine, sweets weren't an issue, and even though her meals were unusual, they were healthy more or less.
He found that her dieting was annoying, needless, and just something to occupy her time before she became obsessed with something else. Probably robots next week, then astrology by the end of the month...At least she kept him on her toes.
Ichigo walked down to the kitchen from their shared bedroom, spiky hair more disheveled than usual. He was expecting her to be clad in her bright orange apron, (which she 'accidently' bleached in the laundry. It used to be a vibrant red. It reminds me of you, she says.), but instead, she was sitting on the counter, a near-empty Ben and Jerry's container in her thin hands.
"..Orihime?"
Gray eyes lifted swiftly to see him. She smiled sheepishly, "I guess I really couldn't do it, huh, Ichi-kun?"
"Have you been eating ice cream all morning? Is that mine?"
"Ahh, Ichi-kun," Orihime hopped off the counter, walking towards him with socked feet, "I just simply couldn't resist. You can't keep that much ice cream in the house without something happening!" Ichigo rolled his eyes and pressed a loving kiss to her cheek, "How much of it did you eat, Hime?"
"Only half, I promise!" She watched hoplessly as he opened the freezer, glared at the lack of ice cream, then proceeded to check the trashcan. He mumbled under his breath about 'bottomless pits', 'fuckload of dairy products', 'my damn ice cream'.
Even though Ichigo had bought the ice cream mostly to tease her on her dieting, Orihime felt nothing more than pity and guilt. She had eaten his ice cream, when the carrot top wanted nothing more than the Dublin Mudslide or Phish Food after a long day of work. And all that hard effort of dieting, trying to keep that waist so petite..soiled. Simply soiled.
"Geez, Hime.." He seemed genuinely heartbroken, at least to Orihime, "Shouldn't you be sick by now? How can you eat ice cream when it's so cold outside, especially mine..."
"Ichi-kun!" She exclaimed, and he silenced her with a sly smirk. "I had two containers of strawberry shortcake, and from what I can tell, it's at the bottom of the can..Don't tell me you ate that first?"
A blush rivaling the former color of the apron was now swooping over her cheeks, "Eh..well..It, uh, tastes like you."
"Wouldn't you want to get more of it, then? I'm sure you taste like chocolate by now." He kissed her, tongue gliding into her mouth. She pulled away quickly, giggling nervously, "Ah, Ichi-kun, you're ruining my diet even more!"
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So..I haven't been writing for Complete Love in a while.
Too busy with other things I may never accomplish.
Anywho, reviews are welcome. I wrote this rather late at night, so grammar and spelling mistakes are expected.
~Pofa.