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"So, let me see if I got this right, you overloaded the washing machine with our laundry and you put too much detergent in it and it backed up?" Ask Ichigo as he and his new wife Orihime stood in their leaving room buried in a mountain of white foam. The bubbles were floating in the air and popping as they came close to the newly wedded couple.
"Um, yeah. I'm not use to doing so much laundry in one sitting. Sorry, Ichi-kun." A awkward smile on Orihime's lips as she rubbed her neck nervously. "Are you mad?" Her eyes downcast.
"I could never be mad at you, Orihime." His rare gentle smile relieving her worries. "Besides, I did this once before."
"You did?" her curiosity rising, having never heard him mention this before..
"Yeah, hen I was a teenager. I Flooded the whole kitchen. Man, Yuzu tore me up a new one for that." He laughed at the memory.
"That's so funny." Her heavenly giggles joining with her husband laughter. She imagine of a puppy like Ichigo being scolded by his little sister.
"Well, I think we should start cleaning this up." Ichigo said as he headed towards the closet where the mob was in.
"We could do that. Or.." She started to talk as she scooped up two handful of the fluffy suds. "We could do this instead." She then smear it all over her husband's bright colored hair.
"You did not just do that?" Shocked at her action.
"Yes I did. Now the question is what are your going to do about it?" her wet hands clasped behind her as she gave him a cheeky smile.
A soft sigh came from the Shinigami. "Well, the only thing I can do." A soft squeak came out of Orihime as Ichigo lifted her off of the ground bridal style.
"I-Ichi-kun, what are aahh." The healer squeaked again because they both fall onto a large pile of the detergent, bubbles and suds flying everywhere.
After a few seconds, the two burst out of the white material at the same time. Their cloths now soaked and the suds clinging all over their body.
"So, its war you want then." A smiling Inoue said, tackling her first and only love back into the cleaning material. Their laughter filled the air as they started to roll all around the floor until they stop at a area where it wasn't completely cover in the cleaning product.
Husky brown eyes gazed lovingly at soft grey ones.
Ichigo moved his face really close to Orihime's "Got you pinned." His macular legs straddling her small waist as one of his calloused hands pinned her delicate ones above her head.
"You think so?" she teased, closing the gap between them with a kiss. Their lips started to move against one another in a attempt to claim dominate to one another. The action starting to intensify. Ichigo lips slid down all the way to her expose neck, savoring the sweet taste. And as the action became more heated, his hands started to loosen.
And that's when she struck.
Faster then a blink of the eye, the princess switch there position, she on top and now looking at her husband's bewildered face.
"Now I got you pinned." Her finger tapping against his nose.
"I'm not complaining." He was about to kiss her again but it was suddenly stop as both of them started to hiccup bubbles out of their mouths.
"Look Ichigo, we became bubble machines." As more began to come out.
That was pretty crazy.
Have a nice day.