Hey, I was going to wait until later in the week to upload this, but I guess I can do it now.

Clarification: In chapter 25, that wasn't Ichigo's funeral, It was Sora's. I probably should have made that a bit more clear. Sorry. Well, the point of that whole chapter was to fool you into thinking that it was Ichigo's funeral until the end. Sorry for the confusion.

Well here is your special treat. You guys deserve it.

Enjoy!

It was hours before they escaped their friends.

Well, you very well couldn't call it escape because they were thrown out of the cemetery for fighting and causing an overall disturbance to the resting place of the loved ones of others.

It was all Rangiku's and Yumichika's faults in the first place.

"Oh my little girl is all grown up!" Rangiku squealed, rushing over to Orihime and embracing her in a bear hug.

"Thank you Rangiku. Hey! We're both engaged now!" Orihime exclaimed. Both busty girls jumped around excitedly.

Chizuru, seeing a prime location opportunity, sneaked over to the girls and held on as she jumped with them, her face a red and a nose bleed present.

"Chizuru off," Tatsuki said, kicking the girl on the ground, disgust on her face. "Chizuru that was low, even for you. You're starting to be worse than Keigo," she yanked her thumb towards him, whose own face was red and his arms were outstretched as if to join the women.

"Yeah, no offense Chizuru, but the last thing I want to do is get felt up by someone who isn't my Gin," she said detangling herself from Orihime.

"Says the wannabe prostitute," Yumichika commented.

"Excuse me, what was that?" She placed her hands on her hips and looked at Yumichika, a look of hatred on her face.

"Seriously, what are you going for, top hoe at the pimps and hoes convention Rangiku? We're at a cemetery and you're disturbing all of those who want's to lie in peace."

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know that my girls were offending Karakura's resident drag queen!"

"Oh you are just jealous because I am able to carry myself with class and dignity and dress like I matter. You on the other hand, just look like a sad trashy clown."

"Says the MAN who wears more make up than all of the girls here combined!"

"You prematurely peaked bitch!"
"Son of a cross dressing whore!"

"Eat a dick you hag!"

"Bring it Tranny!"

And on and on it went, ending with Ikkaku and Gin pulling them off one another and them being expunged from the cemetery.

They walked slowly, strolling hand in hand to Orihime's new apartment.

After what happened, the little old land lord didn't feel that it was safe having Orihime live in that apartment. So she moved her to the one that was directly below it.

Orihime was extremely grateful for it. She felt that she would be able to forget all of the horrors that happened a year ago. It also solved the mystery of if all the apartments looked the same.

It turns out that they did.

Orihime pushed the key in through the lock.

She didn't get a chance to turn before Ichigo pressed her up the door, forcing her around so he could devour her mouth.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she released a low moan into his mouth, clutching his face and opening her mouth wider as his tongue plunged deep in to her mouth, exploring each and every crevice.

His hands went to her shoulders and pushed her cardigan down, off her shoulders, revealing the milky white smoothness of her skin.

He broke apart from her, looking her in her beautiful grey eyes.

"I love you so much. I can't believe I'm going to marry you," he breathed. Just hearing those words excited her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her, capturing his lips. He places one hand above her head on the door frame, bracing himself as he used the other to wrap around her waist, closing the remaining space between them.

Dropping his hand from the door frame, he placed it on her thigh, hiking her skirt up so that he could caress the smooth skin that lied underneath.

"Oh God, you don't how much I missed you," he moaned into her mouth, breaking the kiss.

Her chest moved rapidly along with her heart. The kiss left her light headed. She fought hard to regain her thoughts and knew faintly that there was something that she should be doing.

He covered her mouth again, taking the time to suck on her lower lip. She could feel her underwear become wet; the heat began to build in her nether regions.

He hiked her skirt up higher, massaging the skin of her thighs with his rough calloused hands. She melted under his touch, feeling the pressure build in her stomach and lower.

She broke from the kiss, panting heavily, tossing her head back as her brain was assaulted by various sensations.

He attacked her neck and cleavage area. She shudders, her mouth dropping open releasing a loud sound as he nipped the hollow of her throat. The feeling went immediately to her groin.

"…Oh Ichigo…I've…missed you…as well…" she pants heavily, barley able to get the words through.

His hands move from her outer thigh to underneath, lifting her up with ease and wrapping her legs around his torso.

She clutched his hair tightly, placing her mouth over his, moving her lips against his in a desperate manner.

He groans into her, pressing her tighter up against the door, rolling his hips into hers. She gives a soft cry mixed together with a moan of pleasure. He smirked into her mouth, repeating the motion. She releases a gurgled moan, her brain a wreck with emotion.

She couldn't believe that she was going to marry him.

She was going to be the Mrs. Ichigo Kurosaki!

The thought sent all sorts of shivers and excitement rushing throughout her body, traveling south towards her womanhood.

She could clearly feel his jean clothed erection pressing against her.

Orihime moved her body, trying her best to move her hips. He closed his eyes and groaned, squeezing them tightly.

"Uh…oh my God…O-Orihime…please s-stop that-Oh God! O-Orihime…babe…ORIHIME! FUCK!"

He tensed up, all of his muscles clenched tightly as an incredibly warm feeling overcame him.

He slumped against Orihime, breathing heavily.

She stopped moving and looked at him questioningly. Shame colored his face red.

"Did you just-"

"Yes," he groaned into her neck.

"But normally-"

"It's been a while. Like, 70 days, and your skin is so soft, and you were kissing me like you were and moving your hips against me and…I'm sorry," he said defeated.

She covered her mouth with one hand, trying to stifle a giggle. He groaned louder.

"Oh God, please don't tell me your laughing," he groaned.

"I'm sorry Ichigo, I won't laugh," she said. She bit her lip and looked away from him, squeezing her eyes shut.

She couldn't help it, a giggle erupted from her chest.

"Oh man," he groaned louder.

"I'm sorry. I so sorry, but I…I can't help it. I'm just so incredibly flattered…that…that I caused that." Her voice drops down to a seductive whisper as she nudged the side of his face with her nose. "You have no idea how that makes…me…feel…"she whispers into his ear.

He raises his head, looking her in the eye. She kisses him on his nose, moving down to his lips, giving him a sweet, lingering kiss.

"You always cause it," he murmurs against her face. "This time it was just…premature."

"I know," she purrs, nuzzling his neck. He still hand her pinned against the door, her legs wrapped around him. "I also know that you're not done," she captures his ear lobe in her mouth, coating the flesh with her saliva, grazing it with her teeth.

A shiver races down his back, he moved to ravage her mouth.

She places a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"Could we maybe, go inside? I don't want anyone to catch us like they did at the park…or at tanabata…and there was the school beach trip," she listed off the many times she and Ichigo were caught in comprising positions.

He silenced her by capturing her lips in a kiss.

His hand released one of her thighs, fumbling with the door. He finished unlocking it, and pushed it open.
they stumbled through the door, Ichigo kicked his shoes off and made his way to the couch, collapsing on it, his newly fiancée pinned underneath him.

He seizes her mouth in his, running his hands through her hair.

Their lips moved together in a fiery tango. Their bodies explore each other, clothes loosen and become undone.

She tore into the thin material of his t-shirt, ripping it from his body, admiring his Adonis like sculpted muscules.

Her fingers grazed the scar on his stomach where the insanely large bullet tore into his skin.

A twinge of guilt stabbed her heart every time she saw the scar.

She still couldn't believe that he took a bullet for her.

She couldn't believe he was willing to die for her.

She brought her eyes up to his, staring into his incredible brown eyes. She could tell that her own grey eyes were sad as they tended to be whenever she saw his wound.

He leaned down and gave her a tender kiss.

He moved from her mouth down to her chin, across her neck and to her cleavage. He reaches down to the edge of her shirt and lifts it up over her, his hands immediately traveling to her bra.

She stops him, wiggling out from underneath him.

Surprised, his eyes widens as she makes her way off the couch. He scowls at her, a low growl emanating from his chest.

She smiles at him, and slowly takes off her skirt, standing in only her light pink lace bra and hipsters. Slowly backing away to her room, waggling her fingers as if to say, 'come and get it'.

Needing no further instruction Ichigo leapt from the couch, and chased after her. She turns, giggling loudly as she races to her room.

He tackles her to the bed, pinning her arms to her side kissing her neck and shoulder.

He moves down her neck to her back, leaving light butterfly kisses along her spine to the top of her butt. She shudders violently, her core heating impossibly hot.

She turns her head to meet his lips over her shoulder. His hand goes down to his pants, expertly removing them, freeing himself.

He turns her to fully face him, his hand sneaking around to the back of her bra, quickly unclasping it. He pushes her down on the bed, a smirk covering his face as he takes in her breasts.

"Hello girls, long time no see," he mutters climbing atop her, taking one of her large breasts in his hand, tweaking the pink peak. She squeezes her eyes shut; throwing her head back as her thighs tightens around him. A delicious, mind-blowing pressure was building in between her legs that cried out for attention, begged for it like a sinner would for salvation.

She could feel his hot and ready member mere inches away from her moist, heated cavern. Her thoughts begin to become jumbled; the only thing that broke through was lust.

He caught her breast in his mouth, rolling the peak in his teeth. She cried out, her hand moving to his back as her finger nails embedded themselves in his back.

All thoughts were banished from her mind; she never wanted this mind-blowing pleasure to ever end. He continued his ministrations on her other breast, effectively ceasing any thought that she could ever have.

Somehow, probably when he was working her breasts, he had removed her underwear and his as well.

Slowly, he enters her, filling her up, stretching her past her limit until she feels him in the deepest part of her. She moans him name loudly, her muscles clenching tightly around him. He grunts, feeling himself tense up.

Slowly, he begins to move inside her, spreading her legs wide and holding on to her thighs to brace himself. He begins to pick up speed, moving faster and harder inside of her, his hands hold on to her thighs tightly, his fingers digging into her incrediably soft skin.

She mewls, her breath hitcihing, her chest moving wildly with his movements.

He begins to thrust into her hot, wanting core harder, grunting with his mistrations. A sweat forms along his brow.

He bends over her, still moving, and wraps an arm around her waist, lifting her up on his thighs for deeper penetration.

Her mewls become louder, much louder, as she bounces up and down on him.

She throws her arms around his neck as he pounds away into her.

He drops her back down on the bed, falling above her, using his arm to brace himself on the bed as he viciously rolls his hips into her.

She feels the familiar coil wounding tighter and tighter in her body, becoming impossibly tight. She could feel her orgasm in reach, the white light was just beyond the horizon. Just a few more thrusts…

Every single last muscle in her body tensed tightly, her mind has completely left her body.

She faintly feels Ichigo come to his own orgasm seconds, perhaps minutes, she really couldn't count the time, and her mind was officially obliterated, after hers.

He collapsed next to her, breathing heavily, his mind just as gone as hers, his muscles jelly.

After a few overwhelming minutes, Orihime gathered enough strength to turn around and face her beloved, a smile plasetered on her face.

His eyes were closed, a small grin decorated his face. She reached out with two fingers and gently stroked the side of his face, grazing the top of his very soft, very moist lips. He peeked at her through one cracked eye, his smile turned into a smirk.

He quickly captured her fingers in his mouth. She gasped, not knowing what to do but also unable to pull her hand away.

She felt a familiar stirring in her loins as he coated her digits in saliva, nipping the tips with his teeth.

She closed her eyes, very suddenly her mouth became parched.

Reclaiming her fingers, she moved from the bed, only to be stopped by Ichigo's hand on her bare butt.

"Who said that you could leave, I'm not done with you yet."

!

"Augh!" Orihime cried out, her nails scraping against the tile of her shower as her boyfriend, no, her fiancée, repeatedly pounded into her from behind, the piping hot water from the shower scalding their skin. She couldn't even feel the water; she couldn't feel anything save for intense carnal pleasure. She was bent over, her hands out before her on the pale blue tile of the shower wall.

Her wet hair clung to her face and back, the loose locks whipped back and forth. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, her mouth hung open as she grunted loudly, sounds resembling his name escaping her throat.

His fingers tightened around her hips as he drove into her, the water and the friction of their fast paced moving bodies causing a loud, wet sound mixing in with their grunts. He was having the damn hard time trying to remember his own name. He was pretty sure it sounded something similar to what she was grunting out. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around his rock hard member, she pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust.

Orihime released a scream as she neared her climax, her mind drawing blanks as to how this started.

After an afternoon and almost full night of mind numbing sex, she woke to sore muscles and feeling sticky and sick all over.

With Ichigo still sleeping peacefully besides her, she gently detangled herself from him and made her way to the shower, turning on the hot water and stepping inside.

She let the hot water rush over her sore skin, taking her loofa and gently massaging her inner thighs where it hurt the most.

After a few minutes, the curtain to the shower was pulled back and there stood her orange haired boyfriend. No, her orange haired fiancée, in his full, naked glory, his morning hard on intact and a smirk on his face.

"Who let you escape?" he growled at her, stepping into the shower pinning her to the wall. His throbbing red member poked her in her stomach. Immeadily, although she was immensely sore, she was turned on and she could feel the heat gather in her groin.

"Oh…um…I-I was just taking –a-a shower," she stuttered, her eyes wide, her heart beating rapidly with anticipation.

He leans over her until his forehead was touching hers, his voice a low rumble. "That wasn't my question," the water pelted his hair, making it wet and fall into his eyes. One of his hands moved up to her face, capturing her chin and bringing her mouth to his.

The kiss was over as quickly as it started.

It left her dazed and confused. He backed away from her, grabbing her loofa from her hand, he began to scrub her back, moving her hair to the side.

She was confused at this sudden change of events, and slightly disappointed.

She turned her back to him so that he could have better access to her back.

He scrubbed her shoulders, her neck and her upper back.

The he began to move southward.

Feelings and desires began to stir in her nether regions as he moved lower and lower. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. She squeezed her thighs together in reaction to stir he was causing.

Before she knew what was happening, he had her bent over and was entering her from behind.

"Oh God! Ichigo!" she cried out as she climaxed.

He pulled out of her and turned her around so that she faced him. Her eyes were clouded over with elation. He pressed her against the wall, their bodies coated in water, the steam clouding their vision. He leaned over her and viciously ensnared her lip, his hand went to her thigh lifting it up as he presses against her, kissing her lips with a bruising force.

They lips fight for dominance as their faces move against each other. Her hands moved to his hair and face, her mouth opened wide to consume more of him.

He reaches down with his other hand and lifts her thighs around him. She locks her feet around him as he inserts himself inside of her already abused core.

With the driving force of a wreck ball and the speed of a jackhammer, he pounds into her, placing one hand on the tile to brace him.

She could feel herself winding up in a familiar coil, her jelly muscles tightening. Her mind, which was previously destroyed mere minutes ago, was completely annihilated.

He plunges into her relentlessly, grinding up against her as he moved. He could feel her inner muscles clench tight as she approached her second orgasm. He could feel her nails dig into his skin as she came closer and closer.

After a few well-paced thrusts, he felt her cum all over his rock hard member, her hot juices coating his already well lubricated package.

He felt his mind go blank and his mouth drop open as he came himself, spilling his seed into her hot and wanting core. His fingers dug into her thigh, the other pressed hard against the wall. Every single muscle in his body tensed tightly as every nerve was set ablaze.

After what felt like forever, he unclenched. His sound and vision returned to him as he became limp inside Orihime.

He pulled out of her, a breathless smirk on his face. She winced. Their "shower" had only serve to increase the pain she was already dealing with.

She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, a intense, all-consuming pain radiated from her vaginal cavity and thighs. She nearly collapsed on the floor groaning.

"Babe…are you alright?" Ichigo asked, concern and pride battled in his voice. She rolled her eyes, a grimace on her face.

"Sure…just…a teensy bit sore," she replied, showing him the increment of soreness with her fingers.

He scowled, obviously not believing her.

Reaching out, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist as he stepped out of the shower towards Orihime.

"Yeah well your tolerance to pain must shit because it looks like you can barely walk," he grumbled lifting her up and carrying her to the bed room. He stopped noticing the shape of the sheets.

That probably wasn't sanitary.

"Oh Ichigo! I feel it again, the little green men are watching us from outer space!" She rambled tensing up.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ichigo mumbled as he looked around for some place to sit her. Spotting a nearby chair close to the window.

"Well call it a mysterious power, or female intuition, but ever since I moved here I could always feel the little green men when they came to visit me. They would always come at the worst time though, when I was busy, like when I was in the shower, when I'm changing clothes, sometimes when I'm using the toilet…" she rambled on and on.

However, that got Ichigo's attention.

"What that hell?" he said, looking at her, an orange eye brow raised in question. His hair was still wet and plastered to his face. She thought he looked utterly sexable with wet hair.

She reached out to push it away from his face, biting her lip.

He stared into her eyes, quickly casting them aside to look out the window, hoping that people weren't outside yet so they could christen the window.

His eyes widen when he saw some creep with binoculars, his hands down his pants his view directly into Orihime's window, which was large enough to see into the entire room and the shower when the door was open.

"Son of a bitch!" he snarled, red hot fury coating his body.

He left Orihime, charging for the front door.

Not caring for his shoes, he threw it opened and ran to the edge of the balcony of her apartments, jumping off and landing on the ground with bone shattering impact.

He charged towards the pervert.

Orihime, confused, turned to the window to see what had Ichigo so worked up.

There was a man with binoculars looking into her window…his hands was moving insanely…fast.

Oh God.

Mortified, she screamed as she turned from the window, covering herself with her hands.

She rushed to the bathroom to grab a towel to cover herself.

Shyly moving back to the window, her hands clutching on to the towel for dear life, she gave a peek.

She saw that Ichigo had made it to the man, had him on the ground, and was beating the guy, probably to near death.

Oh dear.

He only had a towel on and she could say for certain that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

Oh Jesus, Joseph and Mary.

There goes his towel.

There's only one chapter left. The epilouge. I haven't even begun that just yet, but hopefully it will be up soon.