A/N: "Talk Dirty To Me" rated either T+ or low M. Nothing happens, but... you're warned.

"Ichigo," she purred into his ear.

"Orihime?"

She glanced up to meet his eyes playfully.

"I want you," she gasped, putting her face close to where his ear met his neck.

"H-huh?" He felt his face getting red.

"I said I want you," she whispered, "right now."

"O-Orihime..."

"Put your hands on me. All over me."

"Orihime..."

"And as our bodies press against each other..."

"Orihime, stop," he breathed heavily.

"Don't you want to be inside of me?"

"Orihime, please," he hissed, "cut it out! We're in a grocery store!"

Orihime backed away and folded her arms indignantly as he awkwardly shifted the shopping bag to cover his pants.

"You said you liked it when I told you what I wanted," she said crossly.

"I-" his face went more red, if that were possible, "I do, but..."

"Well you just asked me what I wanted. And don't you remember last night when you licked my ear and smirked and said 'Talk dirty to me?'"

"I- I meant what did you want from the store. And yeah, I remember last night, but..."

"I mean, we were just watching TV and then suddenly pounce, and then after you told me you loved how spontaneous it was. I was just trying to be spontaneous for you," she pouted.

He shifted his weight uncomfortably and looked at her with pleading eyes. "But Orihime... the grocery store?"

"Isn't it more spontaneous if I do it here? Why is the grocery store a big deal?"

Ichigo looked pointedly at her and nodded down towards the bag he held in an awkward position.

"Oh! Ooh, oh I'm sorry," her eyes went wide as the realization dawned on her, "I hadn't thought about that! Sorry."

He rolled his eyes at her. How could she forget about that?

"Yeah, just a little awkward here," he sighed. "I'm going to stand in the frozen foods section for a while."

"I'm sorry," she said to his back. She really did sound mournful. "Are you mad?"

He turned back to face her and wanted to laugh at the pathetic look on her face but expertly held it in and put on a serious visage.

"Oh yes," he said approaching her slowly, one eyebrow raised, "I'm mad. When we get home..." he stole a quick glance around to make sure no one else was on the aisle, "I'm afraid you'll have to be punished."

Orihime swallowed heavily as he leaned in and imitated his lick from the night before. He backed away and was pleased to see her red-faced and flustered.

"Ichigo!" she whined and crossed her arms across her chest awkwardly.

"Something wrong?" he taunted.

"I... I don't think I'll be joining you in the frozen food section."