Ichigo found himself on the edge alot lately since Yoruichi showed up in need of his care a few days ago. He knew taking care of her would have its...naughty perks and puns. She was the most lecherous of women, and Ichigo knew he'd set himself up for her plays once he stripped her of her clothes. Even the thought or notion of stripping her caused him to shiver, bringing his mind to the gutter once more. Seeing her naked body once to many had already scarred his mind in both the best and worst of ways. Even now as he stepped into his room, Yoruichi was laying back in nothing but one of his white muscle shirts and black boxers. Feeling the blood instantly rush to his face, he turned, scowling slightly as he folded his arms.
"Yoruichi..." He murmured, tapping his foot irritably. Yoruichi's eyes opened, her lips set in her signature smirk that made every living thing shudder. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, giving her angry eyes. She sat up innocently, making it a point to stretch her long legs out, bending one up. She brought her right arm to rest on her right knee as she leaned back on the hand extended behind her. Her eyes looking amused at his flusteredness. His face instantly turned a darker shade of red, but he found himself not looking away. After all. he'd have to get used to this until her stomach had completely healed.
"What is it, Ichigo?" She purred teasingly. Her seductiveness was very enticing. Although, Ichigo couldn't complain; there are worse bodies he could be looking at right now. Instead, he was blessed with the goddess of flash herself. Her beauty defined the term goddess. And she was no eye sore. Far from it.
"Don't you have any other clothes? At hat'n clogs or somethin'?" Ichigo asked in annoyance. Of course he liked being treated to such views, but it did a number on his senses and being that he was a boy of the age...
"Why? I'm comfortable in this." She stated, looking down at herself. Her eyes returned to his, that same spark of interest burned bright in her golden eyes. For a moment, Ichigo just stared into them, feeling as if he were falling through a never ending void. Those golden eyes; alluring and haunting. Those eyes that had plagued him, haunted his every dream. And the owner of those eyes. The woman who had such a tough exterior, but was just as vulnerable as every other woman out there.
Yoruichi felt the same pull. She knew she was attracted to him. Hell, she'd had an interest in him since she first laid her eyes on him. The orange haired boy who's spirit energy rivaled that of the great captains of Soul Society. He went so far as to even surpass them. She'd never seen a teenager with talents such as he had, nor one who were as handsome and as passionate as Ichigo. The day he left the Soul Society was the day she declared her infatuation with him. Before then, she refused to allow herself to even think she were attached to such a naive teen. But now, things were different. Now, she'd openly, just as much gladly, admit her undeniable fantasy of secretly wanting him.
"You may be comfortable, but think about how I feel Yoruichi." Ichigo said, dropping his arms to his sides and turning to her. "Its not fair that you torture me and all I can do is shy away." He laughed, easing the moment with humor. Her eyes pierced through him, clad with mystery. Finally, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood, wincing slightly at the momentary pain in her stomach.
"You don't have to shy away, Ichigo." Stepping to him, she placed a single hand on his bare chest, appreciating the invitation she got when he wore only his pants. His skin was practically screaming to be touched, just as hers was. However, Ichigo wasn't the type of guy to feel up on any girl. "I don't make you turn your head whenever I change. Your welcome to look anytime. Cop a feel if you want. Your at that curious age. You should build your experience in things now in order to be good at them later." She said huskily, sliding her hand down over his abs. Ichigo inhaled, a subtle smirk flashing across his lips. He glanced down at her, shaking his head as he grabbed her wandering hand.
"We should check your wound." He said, causing her to groan and sigh.
"Fine, mood killer." She mumbled, plomping down on the bed. Ichigo shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom, coming out with a few medical supplies.
"Mood killer? There was no mood." He said, wanting to carry any conversation. "You came onto me like always. IT shouldn't be any surprise that it ended the same as last time." Yoruichi grunted and laid back, folding up the muscle shirt to just below her breasts. Comfortable, she laid her arms beneath her head, looking out the window as he settled in a chair beside her.
"You shouldn't push me away all the time. It might do you good to let go." Turning her attention back to him, she watched as he removed the bloody gaw and bandage from her torso.
"Let go? Letting go with you might kill me." He tossed the cloths aside and dampened a much cleaner gaw with alcohol. "Hat'n clogs would hate it if I took advantage of you."
"Advantage?" Yoruichi winced as he slowly set the medicated gaw on her wound. He finished his cleansing and tossed that gaw aside with the other cloths. "How would you be taking advantage of me? I'm practically inviting you to me."
"An invitation I can't accept." He murmured, setting a gaw on her stomach and proceeding to wrap a fresh bandage around her torso.
"Why not?" Yoruichi inquired, raising a purple brow. Sighing, Ichigo finished his wrapping and pulled her shirt down. "Ichigo, if I'm welcoming you, why not indulge and have some fun?"
"I'm just a kid, what do you expect?" Ichigo shrugged, gathering the dirty used rags and throwing them in his trash. After washing his hands, he settled back in the chair beside her, his ears registering the thunder in the distance. The rain had already begun to fall once again, but surprisingly, it didn't dampen the mood. "I wonder if its going to rain all month.."
"Ichigo, am I not attractive to you?" Ichigo's attention quickly jolted down to her. Her eyes were cast outside, an unreadable expression on her face.
"No, you are." He corrected, his eyes dancing down her body. "Your very attractive." The words rolled off his lips as he brought his eyes back to hers. Her eyes turned from the window to him. "But, its just, I'm not ready yet. I know it sounds strange coming from someone like me, but, I'd like to wait until I feel its right. Its got nothing to do with how you look."
"Am I really beautiful?" Yoruichi asked, staring at him. Ichigo chuckled, opening the drawer of his dresser and grabbing a shirt, slipping it oer his head. "Ichigo?" Casually, Ichigo gave her a smirk and strode from the room. "Ichigo?" Yoruichi asked again, getting up and following him down stairs. She followed him to the kitchen, catching a carton of milk as he tossed it her way.
"Very." He smiled, grabbing a box of pocky. Yoruichi smirked, blushing slightly. She nodded, holding up the carton of milk and nodding it his way. She took a long gulp.
"ohh, Ichigo!" Yuzu yelled as she stepped into the house. Karin and Isshen right behind her. They turned to the kitchen and froze. "We're back...ahh.."
Yoruichi swallowed the milk, then set the carton on the counter, standing a couple feet in front of Ichigo. Karins' eye brow twitched as she glanced the goddess up and down, noting the fact that she was wearing Ichigos' under clothes. She took in the fact that Ichigo's pants were unbuckled, his shirt wrinkled slightly.
"Son! How wonderful!" Isshen yelled, blushing as he ran towards the dark skinned female. "Very good Ichigo." He smiled, giving him a nod of approval. "She's quite the looker, my son."
Yoruichi glanced to Ichigo, almost laughing. Perhaps she should have a little fun.
"Dad! She's not my girlfriend and we didn't do anything!" Ichigo yelled, punching his father. Isshen launched out, grabbing his son in a head lock.
"Come on Ichigo, don't be shy now! She's pretty!"
"Get off!" Ichigo shouted, tossing his father across the room. "Would ya lemme explain! This is Yoruichi Shihouin." Ichigo said, standing beside her. With a smirk, Yoruichi slid her arms up around Ichigo's neck, pressing against him.
"Hello." She said, nuzzling Ichigo's neck. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner, but I've been seeing your son for some time now."
Ichigo felt his heart stop. His face went pale as his sister Karin folded her arms over her chest, giving him a look that asked for an explanation. Isshen and Yuzu both clasped their hands together, smiling.
"Come on Ichigo, tell them." Yoruichi purred, straining to get closer to him. She knew he was enjoying their proximity, she could feel it radiating off him and she also knew he could tell she enjoyed it as well.
"Ichigo, if your not claiming her then let me." Isshen grinned, stepping forward. Protectively, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her, pulling her more tighter to him.
"Yoruichi's mine!" He shouted, the words leaving his mouth before he could think. Grinning like the cat she was, Yoruichi settled her head on his shoulder, relishing in their closeness. "We'll be upstairs. Don't disturb us." Ichigo said, walking with his arm around her waist.
"Are you using protection my son!?" Isshen proudly asked, stepping infront of them. Ichigo brought his fist up and slugged his dad.
"Would you stop treating me like a kid!" He shouted again, running now with Yoruichi up to his room. He locked the door behind him, turning to her.
"Aren't you the one who said your still just a kid though, Ichigo?"
"Thats not what I meant. I meant that in a kids manner, I'm not ready to jump into bed with anyone. I know it sounds corny, but I want my first time to be with someone who I'm inlove with."
Yoruichi couldn't help but feel a small pang in her heart. A hint of want and jealousy. She suddenly wanted to be that girl he falls in love with. Glancing outside to the rain, she smirked. She had a month to make him fall in love with her, and to in turn, fall in love with him. Who said rain couldn't be fun?
A/N: Eh, written after a long day at school. Not good? Sorry, as always, I promise to make the next one better. Heh, at least this one is longer! R&R Please!!! D