Chad lay on his side, quietly watching Ichigo as she slept. My poor girl, he thought to himself as he played with her long hair. He had worn her out again after giving her a full body massage to loosen her up before rejoining her underneath the sheets for another round of lovemaking.
Because that's what it had actually been this time, lovemaking.
He refused to allow himself to participate in anything else for the moment since he wanted to worship the orange haired goddess lying next to him, as no other male in her life ever would. Aside from their sons, but they didn't count since they would worship her in a much different way.
They would worship her because mother's were like gods to children.
They created them, birthed, and nurtured them- and if absolutely necessary, they would take their children out with extreme prejudice.
Or in Ichigo's case, send them to live with their grandpa for a long weekend. Which was basically the equivalent of throwing them to a pack of wolves or something.
Ya know, come to think of it, he really needed to speak to her about doing such things before the kids were old enough to knock her rambunctious dad through a wall or two. Like maybe by the time they were in their teens or something.
Yeah, that could work out well.
Especially for him. Once kids hit their teens they tended to turn into little asshole's and rebel against their parents pretty often which made one's home life more than a little stressful.
Once they hit their teens and started rebelling on him, he'd boot their adorable little asses out every weekend or so- so that he could work some of that excess stress out with Ichigo.
Maybe he'd even chase her around the bedroom, who knew, they might both enjoy that. Especially once he caught her. God knew that his girl would give him one hell of a fucking workout.
Look at me, sitting here, being creepy and making plans for the both of our lives, years from now... He thought in wry amusement as his body started to respond to his wayward thoughts, causing him to look down at himself and almost snarl aloud, "Stay down and behave already!" His girl was exhausted and would need her rest for the time being.
Especially if he wished to engage her further later on.
He had yet to make any attempt to take her anal virginity, mostly because he was more than a little reluctant to even try. He knew from prior experience with some of his ex girlfriend's that he was much too big to have anal sex with someone without causing some serious harm.
Hopefully after Ichigo went home and they returned to school, she would forget to bother asking him to but he wouldn't hold his breath just in case she didn't forget.
Sighing, he released the strand of hair that he'd been playing with and then carefully eased himself out of bed after placing a soft kiss on Ichigo's cheek, and checked the time. It was well into the evening, and Ichigo would probably either sleep all night or most of it which gave his some much needed time to himself to leave and run some errands.
The first thing he needed to do was go to the soul society and speak with the soul reapers about how Ichigo would be unavailable for the next five years or so. After all, there was no point in him having children with her if she was killed in action not too long after giving birth, because she was foolish enough to resume her soul reaper duties.
No- for the next five years or so, unless the situation was extremely dire- he expected her to stay close to him and not bother with the soul reapers unless they were visiting the living world just to check on everyone.
His reason for this, was of course, mostly selfish and had to do partially with him not wishing to lose his woman. Another part of him also selfishly refused to allow his and Ichigo's children to grow up without ever knowing their mother.
So speaking with the soul reapers was an absolute must since he wouldn't stand for them dragging Ichigo into anything for a good long while. But he wasn't entirely sure how to explain the reasons why she would be unable to do her duty without simply telling them that she was a girl, something that he didn't think was really any of their business.
Besides, Ichigo's secret wasn't his to tell. It was hers and he planned to keep it that way until she was ready to talk about it. And if the soul reapers didn't like it, tough.
They would just have to understand that she had her reasons.
Snagging his clothes from the floor, he quietly made his way out of the bedroom so that he could dress in the living room and took a brief moment to find a writing pad and a pen so that he could write her a note (because he wasn't such an inconsiderate and cruel bastard as to fuck a girl, repeatedly, and just walk off without an explanation).
He wrote her a note telling her that he had some errands to run and not to worry- he'd be back a little later and then slipped back into the bed room just long enough to leave the note on his pillow and then slipped back out of the room again so that he could grab his cell phone, wallet, keys and slip on his shoes and then quietly slipped out of his apartment and locked the door behind him.
He had a lot of work to do before he could return home tonight and a very short amount of time in which to do it all in.