A/N: discord .gg/JV97AUmAr7

"What about this one? Do you think it makes my butt look big?" Yoruichi turned around and posed provocatively. She threw a mischievous smile over her shoulder where her husband stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Ichigo's impassive gaze met hers before his eyes dropped down to stare at her ass.

"Yes."

Yoruichi gave a satisfied clap and turned to the sales clerk. "We'll take this one too."

The young woman beamed and immediately dropped into a polite bow. "Of course, of course! You look stunning in that dress!"

Yoruichi sent her a polite smile before turning back towards the wrack and grabbing a different dress that had caught her eye previously. "Let's try this one next."

And as she entered the changing room and she closed the door behind her, Ichigo's voice called after her. "That makes five. Do really you need more dresses?"

She hung the chosen dress up inside the changing room before slipping the straps of the dress she was currently wearing, allowing it to pool to the floor around her feet. She then stepped over and fingered the fabric of the hung dress. It was pure silk dyed a dark red in a Greek style. Floor length, no back and plunge neckline that would show off all her cleavage. As she began unhooking her bra, Yoruichi loudly said, "You only planning on taking me on five dates?"

There was a moment's silence before she heard his grunt carry through the dressing room door. "No."

"Then I need more dresses."

As she carefully hung up her bra on hanger, she took the dress off the hanger and gingerly stepped into it. The silk glided up her legs and fit around her waist. She frowned just slightly as there was more room between her hips and the dress than she would have liked. She made a mental note to have the store adjust the dress to her measurements. Yoruichi then bent forward and placed the top half of the dress over her head. Pulling her ponytail through she adjusted the top and made sure it was secured around her neck and properly covered her breasts.

She pulled and adjusted it in place, as needed, before walking over to the mirror and giving herself a once over. She raised her chin and put a hand on her hip, her eyes going up and down her lithe form.

"Darker eye-liner and a red lipstick for sure," she muttered. "And definitely not these heels. "Yoruichi let out a thoughtful hum, a brief frown crossing her lips. "The hair too."

She undid her pony tail and let her hair fall across her shoulders and back. She shifted her weight to the other leg and put one arm behind her head in a pose. "Still no," she said with a heavier frown.

"Ah, here we go." She moved both hands to her heavy hair and went to tie it again, but instead of her usual high ponytail, she opted for a looser one that hung low and allowed for her hair to neatly fall across her back. Placing both hands around her waist, her eyes had a satisfied glint. "Maybe style my hair with a slight wave, instead of straight down the back."

Option after fashionable option flashed through her head, but that would have to wait until the dress was in her closet and she could match and make up to her heart's content. Giving herself a satisfied nod, Yoruichi turned on her heels to walk out to show off to her husband. Dolling herself up was half the fun, watching Ichigo devour her with his eyes was the other half. What's the point of being beautiful if the love of her life couldn't appreciate her?

However, as soon as she stepped out, her satisfied smile immediately melted into an irritated scowl. Ichigo was exactly where he left her, but in the minutes she had taken to put on the dress, some human girl had managed to stick herself next to him. The girl said something animatedly and all Ichigo did was grunt is response, yet somehow that prompted the little bitch to put a hand to her mouth and start giggling.

Yoruichi's eyes fell half lidded as she bagen stalking towards the two, each step falling heavy. As she neared then, Ichigo's gaze moved from the young girl over to her, and she immediately took notice of how his eyes marginally widened: a touch of need and hunger shining within them. A burst of primal satisfaction rippled through Yoruichi's chest. She did a slow twirl and purred out with a seductive smile, "You like?"

His eyes never left her ample cleavage. "Yeah."

Yoruichi gave a hum as she unwound one of his crossed arms and hugged it to her chest before turning to the now unsure looking girl.

"New friend?" She asked with a faux smile.

He wasn't stupid, he knew how to read the tone of her voice. "Nope. She was just asking if I shopped here often."

Yoruichi quirked an eyebrow at the girl. "You think a big strong man comes shopping for women's clothing often?"

"Err, I-," the girl stammered.

Yoruichi quickly cut her off. "He does. With me."

The girl stood there with her mouth slightly open, uncertainty written all over face.

"Sweetie, I'm being nice. Run along before I claw your eyes out."

The girls eyes immediately went wide and she let out a small 'meep' before swiftly turning around and damn near jogging out of the store. Yoruichi turned towards Ichigo, who was staring at her with that same, customary impassive face.

"Something to say?" Her voice flat.

He leaned down and pecked her lips.

She let out a throaty purr as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "That's what I thought. But you're still buying me more dresses."

A/N: Best Girl