A/N: Tasteless jokes. Yup. What of it? "Bo-oi-oing!" rated "lol" T.

Ichigo bent over the stove to stir what he was cooking. It smelled ok. He hated cooking, but oddly enough he really enjoyed the nights that it was his turn to do so. Generally when he was cooking it freed Orihime to do things like grocery shopping (which he hated to do even more than cooking) or sit on the couch and watch that Laugh Hour show he wasn't especially fond of (but at least he got to hear her laugh and laugh and laugh all night) or, if she had nothing else to do, she would sit at the counter and chatter away to him about how her day went.

Orihime was doing none of the above this evening. In fact, he wasn't even completely sure where she was.

"Bo-oi-oing," her voice projected from the back room.

Ichigo looked up from stirring, thought better of it, and bent over the stew again.

"Bo-oi-oing," Orihime chimed from the other room again.

Sighing he looked up from the stew and to the timer. Just a few seconds left. He switched it and the stove off and moved the pan to a cool burner.

"Bo-oi-oing," came from the other room again; and then, "Ah! That's it!"

"What are you doing Orihime?" Ichigo called, slightly hesitant.

"Ichigo!" She bounded out of the back area clad in a tight shirt and looking happy.

"Practicing!"

"Practicing what?" He leaned on the counter to listen.

"So the other night on Laugh Hour they had this really funny animated gig!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"It was so funny! I thought I could try it out on people. See, there's this super hero, and she kind of looks like me, well, if I were a super hero, and she had on a super hero outfit, and she would go up to the bad guys and go bo-oi-oing, and they would all be incapacitated with nosebleeds until the police came!"

"Boing?" he raised an eyebrow.

"No!" Orihime backed away. She raised and parted her arms slightly.

"Bo-oi-oing!" she shouted, bouncing her chest up and down. "Like that!"

Ichigo stared.

"No effect!" she said, shocked. Ichigo let out a quick laugh; what did she expect him to do, fall over with a nosebleed?

"Oh," she muttered looking down, "her outfit was more open, hold on." Orihime undid a couple more buttons, slightly revealing her bra.

"Ok, ok, then, like this. Bo-oi-oing!" She bounced her breasts up and down. Sure enough, they jiggled.

"And you were planning on doing this in front of who?" he raised an eyebrow.

Orihime folded her arms, causing her already stressed shirt to bulge.

"Hmm... You are right I should pick a target audience."

"Orihime, you are not doing that in public."

"Why?" she pouted, "Is it not funny?"

"No," he replied.

"Mou, you're right, it didn't even cause a reaction in you and you're my husband."

He smirked. "Yes it did."

She tilted her head. Some of her hair fell in her cleavage.

"Get in the bedroom," he said, the smirk growing.

"Ichigo?" she said, confused, "What are you talking about?"

He walked out from behind the counter and nodded sharply downwards to the direction of his pants.

"Bo-o-oing."