Totally dropped the ball on this fic :/

double chapter update to apologise. 1/2

There was a sand storm on the horizon. Everyone in the town had been advised to stay inside for the day. Not that Toushiro minded; outside was hot enough to melt the soles of his shoes. Ichigo always chose the worst places to vacation. He was already halfway through his emergency supply of sunscreen and if the convenience store down the street didn't have the oil-free brand, all hell was going to break loose. Ichigo was pouting about not being able to go out and Toushiro couldn't help but smirk at his misery. It served him right for dragging him to somewhere so hot. He rolled over and pulled the comforter up to his chin. The AC was on full blast and the hotel bed had never felt more comfy.

"This sucks," Ichigo groaned, kicking his heels against the mattress. "I had plans for today."

"Did you, now?" Toushiro couldn't keep the glee from his voice.

Ichigo rolled over and scowled. "I did. Why are you being so lazy? You've never been so lazy."

"Ichigo, it's like forty degrees outside. Forgive me for not wanting to leave the room."

"The heat's not that bad."

"I will get heat-stroke if you make me go on another hike."

Ichigo let out a slow breath. "Just drink lots of water."

"You are ridiculous."

Ichigo chuckled. "So what are we supposed to do all day?"

"I don't know. Read... watch TV. We have a few options."

Ichigo sighed, "But those are boring. We didn't come all the way here to watch TV."

Toushiro rolled his eyes.

"It can't be that bad, can it?"

"We are not going out in a sand storm."

Ichigo grumbled, but got up and went to pull back the curtain from the sliding glass door. It was almost noon, but outside was dark. Sand covered the sky, turning the world into different shades of gold and brown.

"Oh," was all Ichigo had to say. He stood still, watching the dust blow like clouds that had gotten too low to the ground. "Wow."

Toushiro got up and stood next to his husband, resting his head against his shoulder. "Sorry, but I don't think you plans for today are going to happen."

Ichigo huffed. "I guess not."

He wrapped his arm around Toushiro and pulled him against his chest. They were both silent for some time, just staring as the dust blew and covered everything in sight. Apart from the occasional snow storm, neither had seen anything so hazardous, yet beautiful. Eventually, they found their way back to the bed, with the curtains thrown wide open. Ichigo had turned off the light and they sat against the headboard, comfortably in each other's arms, watching as the giant cloud of dust drew closer and closer, then finally consumed the hotel.

Thanks to Corisanna for donating this prompt and patiently waiting for me to post it.

- Mymomomo