This prompt gave me trouble. But it may be continued in the next or last chapter ;D I only have "Writer's Choice" and another prompt left, and then I'll be done with this set. I think I'll be publishing another set of Shinji/Ichigo stuff, but I'm going to try and make them one-shots instead of just drabbles (to stretch my poor writer's attention span)

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Chapter 18: Ichigo's POV.


"That's all the candles we have," I said, lighting a large pillar candle on the coffee table. You were lounging on the couch, watching me through half-lidded eyes.

"If you're tired, you can leave." I straightened up to look at you, and you grinned slowly.

"I'm good right here, Ichigo-kun. This is a very romantic setting," you replied, smirking.

"It's not supposed to be romantic. It's supposed to give us light," I snapped back. You were chuckling at my annoyance, and probably at the fact that you always knew how to get me worked up so easily at the littlest things.

It didn't help that you were right, either. The candles I had lit after the power went out cast a soft, sensual light in my living room. The steady but gentle rain outside only added to the romantic feeling. My eyelid twitched. I was very lucky my father wasn't home.

"Hm… all we need is some rose petals and we'd have a helluva' honeymoon," came your voice from the couch.

I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to run around and extinguish every candle. Instead, I unclenched my jaw and walked over to sit down on the couch next you, shoving your legs aside.

"You staying here then?" I asked. Outside, the sound of thunder rumbled softly.

You sighed, leaning your head back on the sofa. "Nah. Hiyori'll kick my ass if I spend another night away."

"Oh." Another moment of silence passed as we both stared at the candles, their flickering lights casting fretful shadows on the wall behind us.

"I think you should stay anyway," I said quietly.

I watched your lips twitch into a smile.

"Fine, but Hiyori gets to beat ya up instead."

"Hm. She can try," I murmured, leaning over to claim your lips.