Bleach (c) Tite Kubo
His feet touched the ground and he sighed in relief. It was good to be home, back in the world of the living. He had been in soul society per request of the older captains to be a "guest speaker" at the Academy.
He'd been there for a month and was finally ready to leave. One: because those punk shinigami kids wouldn't listen to him; Two: if he had to here Zaraki say "Ichigo, let's fight" one more time he was going to throw a fit; and Three: He wanted to come home to her.
He smiled as he saw her sleeping form. She looked so beautiful and innocent curled up in a ball. She was his, and his alone. His angel, his princess, his beautiful Orihime.
He slid into bed next to her, trying not to wake his lovely wife but to no avail. She had been waiting for him, hoping he'd return soon.
Her small arms wrapped around him and pulled him close, pressing her lips against his. He smiled against her lips and slid his tongue along her bottom lip. She didn't oblige. Ichigo grunted in frustration before giving her hips a squeeze. She jumped and squeaked at the contact and he slid his tongue in, dominating her mouth.
He caressed her as if she were glass. His touches were light and feathery, but to her they were hot, and setting her on fire.
Clothes flew across the room. Hands roamed to forbidden places. Erotic moans of pleasure filled the room.
They both panted, their heightened ecstasy finished.
She smiled at him, placed her hand on his cheek and said,
"Welcome home, Ichigo."
Author's note:
Thanks to RainingLight1 for the idea!
more prompts/ideas are welcome :)
Take care and God bless,
SingingButterflyRose