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Chapter: 32
Title: An Interlude Before We Go On
"Now thats what I call a drink!" Kukaku's brash and slurred words could be heard for miles. Really, the girl should consider AA as an option. Though, Yoruichi knew her old friend a tad bit too much pride for her own good. It would be less complicated to suggest the idea of supressment. AA wasn't something the black haired fire hazardess would be prone too. The woman was kicked out of anger management. She claimed her anger management classes 'pissed her off'. How cliche to the contrary.
"Kukaku, please." Yoruichi groaned, clutching the sides of her head as she sat down on Ichigo's lap. Her orange haired ryoka had more or less pulled her down onto him, hands stroking her thighs. If he kept doing that, a headache would be the last thing on her mind...
"Come on, Yoruichi.. Wheres the spirit?" Spilling over half of her alcoholic beverage, Kukaku stumbled her way from the cotton fabricated pillows, to her two friends sitting on her small two-seater sofa. She hadn't paid any mind to the fact Kisuke and Isshin were quarreling over who should get the last beer.
"We both know that any spirit I may have had isn't present now, and hasn't been present for some time now. We've got more problems to deal with."
How was it that Yoruichi Shihouin, said Goddess of Flash and proclaimed Soul Society's hottest noble, had turned into such a worry-wort? Kukaku swore the dark skinned woman had lost her spark. Though, Ichigo knew that weren't true. If his goddess were turning down a good time, something must've been severely bothering her.
"What do you mean Yoruichi? We both defeated that vizard bastard." Sighing irritantly, Yoruichi looked down at the hands sprawled so comfortably about her thighs. "Everything is fine now."
"No, not its not." She caved, standing as she wrapped her arms around herself. The mood of their goddess had advertantly reversed the drunken status of 3 of the rooms occupants. Both Kukaku and Kisuke glanced to each other, looking down. Ichigo felt the aurora of his companions and friends change, his own demanor changing instantly.
"What is it?" The room couldn't have been more silent. Isshin also foudn himself curious, all eyes turned to Yoruichi.
"You've gotta tell him." Encouragement wasn't something Yoruichi should ever need. Especially when it concerned her feelings. If anything, she was more open that anyone else. Though now, Ichigo could tell she was having trouble.
"Kukaku's right, Yoruichi. Your endangering his life by not telling him." Was Kisuke talking about her dream or the baby? It had to be the dream, he obviously didn't know about...
'Does he know...?'
A hand on her shoulder caused her to jump slightly, the dark skinned beauty turned to see the love of her life staring down at her with concern.
"Ichigo..." Her eyes narrowed, and before she knew it, she had begun to spill her unconscious contents to him. She, of course, left out the fact that she were carrying his child. That could wait until later, when they are alone.
Ichigo stood before her, hands on her shoulders as she spoke to him. The others had kept quiet, their gazes focused on anything other than the two standing in the middle of the room.
When Yoruichi had finally stopped, her gaze moved to the brown orbs that had been focused soley on her the entire night. Shock registered on her face when she found him smiling at her.
'Why are you smiling? Aren't you afraid?'
"Ichigo, this isn't something to be smiling about. This-"
"Yoruichi." His voice stopped her midsentence, the softness of his tone causing her racing heart to slow down beat by beat. He took a step, sliding his hands down her back to grip her waist. Her hands rested against his chest, her gaze faultering as she looked down. "I know it worries you, and I'm glad that you care so much about me..." Pulling her to him, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her, one hand gently holding the back of her head, the other pressed firmly to the small of her back. "But, you don't have to be so afraid. I won't ever leave you, I couldn't."
Releasing a shaky breath, Yoruichi wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, nuzzling her head into the hollow spot she found there.
"We'll get through this, just like we've gotten through everything else." His words were reassuring, even to the others that had been silently audiencing them. Kisuke felt a grin appear on his face. It was amazing how this ryoka could calm them all; fill them with hope.
"You do know, Ichigo, that what Yoruichi has been experiencing in her sleep for some time now is something very serious. We call a premonition."
"If so, then we can do nothing to change it." Kukaku looked down, not used to Isshin being so serious. If anything, he should've been the one lightening up the mood.
"You guys are too dramatic." Ichigo laughed. Humor wasn't something any of them were feeling, though Kukaku let a grin crack her face. Yoruichi pulled back, looking down. Kissing her forehead, Ichigo left his arms around her.
Formulating a plan at this time was crucial. Having a plan ahead of time was always within their best interests. It also allowed for a plan B to be proposed. And, being that Kisuke was known for his rather strategic and witty advice, he was the first to offer up an idea.
"Before we get too ahead of ourselves, why don't we take procaution for once?"
"I'm all ears."
After sitting down, Yoruichi thigh to thigh with her man, Isshin leaning against the wall, Kukaku taking a puff of another long stem cig, perched in her pillow-pool pile. Kisuke stood, tapping his zanpackuto/cane against the ground.
"Why wait for Ichigo to be attacked? If its going to happen, it will no matter where you go. I say, we head to the spot it happens in your dream. We provoc the hollow to come out of no where."
"Are you insane?" Yoruichi quirked a brow, closing her eyes and putting a hand to her head. "Don't answer that."
"I don't think we should have Ichigo go out, but his gigai. We'll put the modsoul, Kon, into his gigai, send him out with Yoruichi."
"No, I won't put Yoruichi in any danger." Ichigo blurted, feeling his love grip his hand.
"If it'll work, I'm game." Said goddess let the small flicker of hope shine through her golden eyes.
Ichigo didn't even need to question her sanity. If she were fine with it... Besides, she was the goddess of flash, she could flash step immediately if needed. Not to mention she were a Vizard now as well. It had to have some affect on her senses.
After Kisuke had spilled his mind, and with a few interruptions from Yoruichi's truly devoted boyfriend, the two had retired back into their room. Yoruichi had stepped in quietly, her back to Ichigo. For a moment, the ryoka paused. He could feel his hollow pulsing just beneath the surface, the desire he'd felt for his lady earlier returning as images of her popped through his head. The hollow within him was growling; yearning for the solace her body could provide. Locking the door, Ichigo slowly unbuckled his pants. The sound of cloth hitting the floor alerted Yoruichi, and before she could turn, arms encased her from behind.
"Ichigo?" Her breath hitched when his hands roamed over her abdomen, and lower. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, could feel his hardness pressing into her ass. "What are you doing?"
"I want you." Her eyes shuttered when his lips grazed her ear lobe. Any thought of resisting him quickly escaped her mind as she arched her back, his hands providing much pleasure to her body. She closed her eyes submissively, biting her lower lip when he unbottoned her pants, sliding her zipper down slowly. "I want to eat you, Yoruichi."
Her nipples hardened almost instantly, being so aroused by his tone. The husky-ness of his voice sent chills through her, and she turned to him.
"Then what are you waiting for?" The challenge she offered caused the hollow pulsing beneath his skin to show slightly as his eyes briefly changed their color. Gripping her thighs, he hoisted her up, slammed her back on the bed. Yoruichi squirmed in anticipation as he ripped off her pants and underwear in one swift movement, leaving her shirt on. The goddess smirking up at him, forgeting about the current crisis at hand as she watched her love slid his fingers along her thighs, gently spreading her legs. His eyes lit up at the sight of her arousal, watching as her legs spread just that much more. He dipped his head forward, causing Yoruichi's breath to hitch when she felt his hot breath against her center.
His pace was killing her, torturing her very soul as she impatiently groaned. The protest brought a grin to his face before he without warning licked her warm and wet cunt. His tongue penetrated her folds, her slit sopping and pulsing. Her back instantly arched, a moan erupting from her.
"Oh god, Ichigo!" She gasped, feeling his lips close around her clit. If anyone knew how to pleasure, it was her Ichi. He knew how to leave her begging for more. After a hot and heavy hour passed, Ichigo finally lifted his head, a satisfied smirk on his face. He licked his lips, seeing her sweaty face, her chest heaving up and down. He could feel the damp sheets as he placed a knee in between her leg, leaning up to remove her shirt, kissing her neck up to her lips.
The purple haired flash goddess wasted no time in pushing her tongue through his lips, engaging his own appendage in a wrestling match. After a few seconds, both lovers were clothingless, hands roaming greedily; hungrily over the others body. Ichigo cupped firm brown cheeks in his palms, lifting her up as he shoved his ard length into her moist entrance. Crashing his hips into hers, impaling himself into her merclessly, all occupants of the house could hear the savage grunts and loud moans.
Yoruichi inhaled, wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to shield the cold air of night from her. She frowned slightly, setting her head on the window, feeling its chill as she shivered. Ichigo's white button up shirt she donned failed to keep her body warm. Of course, she was only wearing that...
"Yoruichi?" His voice brought a small smile to her face as she turned to see him sitting up slightly, his face groggy. "Whats wrong?"
'Its now or never.'
Taking a long intake of air, Yoruichi pushed herself away from the window, staring at him.
Ichigo narrowed his eyes, getting up from his spot and meeting her in the center of the room. Without any words, Yoruichi grabbed his hand, bringing it to her stomach. She had hoped the gesture would clue him in, but the brash man seemed to not get the picture.
"Ichigo... How do you feel about..." Her voice died. She wasn't sure how to tell him. She felt his hand smooth over her stomach and she smiled. "If I were to tell you that you were going to be a father, how would you feel?" The smirk on her face was obvious as she stared up at him. He didn't to get the clue as he smiled and wrapped his arms around her.
"Well, I want kids. If you do." God, he was clueless!
Chuckling slightly, Yoruichi shook her head, looking down a moment before gazing up into his eyes.
"Ichigo, I'm pregnant." If she had a camera, she'd have kodaked this moment. The look on his face was priceless. She smiled more, seeing the surprise and shock, mixed with a smile on his face. "We're going to have a baby."
A million emotions ran through him at that moment, a million thoughts filled his head, but the one thing he could grasp was that the woman he loved was going to bare his child. Before Yoruichi had time to ask if her were alright, his lips crashed into hers.
After several minutes on locked-lips, Ichigo pulled back to hug her tightly, his heart pounding in his ears as he laughed happily.
"Thats great! This is great!" He rejoiced, causing a bright smile to appear on her face. She didn't know how he would take the information, and she was glad he was accepting it whole heartedly. "Yoruichi, we're going to be parents..."
The goddess could only laugh and smile as she pulled back to look up into his eyes. Really, she was happy he wanted this as much as she did.
"I'm thrilled your not pushing me away." She chuckled, closing her eyes when his forehead met hers. For a moment, the two remained silent, eyes closed. Slowly, they opened their eyes, brown met gold.
"I would never do that, Yoruichi... I love you. I..."
'Its now or never...'
Swallowing nervously, Ichigo looked into her eyes.
'Ask her...'
His mind and heart both told him the same thing.
'Ask her to marry you! Ichigo!'
Yoruichi could see the look in his eyes, and somehow, she knew what he wanted to ask. Somewhere within her soul, she knew.
'Ask me, Ichigo..' Her mind told her.
"Yoruichi, will you-"
"Oh, Ichigo!" Damn Isshin!
The pair looked towards the door, the banging not so easy to rule out. Ichigo groaned as he slid on his boxers, and opened the door.
"We've got a plan formulated my son!"
He couldn't have picked a worse time to interrupt...
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