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RATED M FOR MATURE

RATED M FOR MATURE

Yoruichi collapsed panting against Ichigo's chest, the last remnants of her latest orgasm shooting up her spine like small tremors. As she felt his hands travel through her hair and down her back, she felt another shiver.

Breathing heavily, she slowly pushed herself up, looking down at her husband as he lay underneath her.

Ichigo reached up and pushed her hair, heavy and wet with sweat, off her brow. And she slowly lowered herself to give him a strong kiss. Even after hours of rough lovemaking, she felt Ichigo stir inside of her. Breaking away, a thin strand of saliva trailing between their mouths, Yoruichi let out a low moan.

"Fuck… how are you still so hard?"

His fingers traveled lower, past her hips until his both his hand grabbed her ass and pressed her deeper onto him. Yoruichi let out another moan, though this one louder. She felt his chest rumble beneath her palms as a low chuckle escaped him.

"You're just that damn beautiful, princess."

She gingerly leaned back, feeling her walls convulse as she felt his length push its way past her folds until it was prodding the entrance of her womb. After nearly – she glanced at the clock – four solid hours of being ravaged by her husband, she was filled to the brim with his seed. In all honesty, if she didn't take a morning-after pill…

Yoruichi bit her lips and held back a deep groan as her folds clenched and quivered. She damn near came from just imagining getting knocked up by her husband.

Pregnant with Ichigo's babies, fuck that's so hot.

Between deep breaths, Yoruichi panted, "Pass me a water bottle."

His long arms reached out to the bedside table, and he grabbed one of the many plastic water bottles. If there was one thing being years of married to Ichigo had taught her, it was to always keep several bottles of water at bedside. Making love to the man was thirsty business.

She inwardly snorted at her own pun.

As Ichigo opened the bottle – always the gentleman – and passed it to her, she drowned half of it in one go. She let out a deep breath as she wiped her mouth and gave him the bottle back. Ichigo then proceeded to finish the rest of the water before carelessly tossing the bottle off to the side.

They could clean up in the morning.

"Want to call it a night?"

Yoruichi turned her attention back to Ichigo, as he ran his fingers up and over her hips and ass, and she briefly pondered his question. "You do have work in five hours...but…"

She gave her hips an experimental twist, and his girth pulsed strong, making her smile playfully.

"You know," she said, as she continued to rock her hips in slow, aggravating circles, "it just occurred to me how there's literally no human girl who would have had the stamina to keep up with this." She bucked her hips to accentuate her point, making him jump inside of her. "I really did the girls on Earth a favor by taking you off their hands."

Ichigo gave another low chuckle. "Yeah, that's you, Wonder Yoruichi. Protecting the women of Earth from big bad me."

Ichgio sat up, his hard abs meeting her flat and smooth stomach, and Yoruichi responded by wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. Ichigo leaned in and began to lightly nibble on her neck.

"Hnn." She tilted her neck, allowing him access, and smiled contentedly as she reached up and cradled his head against her.

"You never answered my question." His breath tickled against her skin.

Yoruichi said nothing, instead, blissfully taking in her husband's lips as he kissed and sucked along her throat. Her neck was one of her more sensitive erogenous zones. The thought of waking up and finding a trail of hickeys across her neck – fuck, if I wasn't already so wet…

After several moments, Yoruichi began to lovingly run her hands through his hair.

"Ichigo."

"Hmm?" And she could practically feel the satisfied smile as he kissed her skin.

"I've been thinking…"

"Uh-huh?"

"What if I don't take the pill in the morning?"

Ichigo froze, so much so that Yoruichi couldn't even hear his breath. Slowly, he pulled away from her, and though she could still make out his arousal from the flush on her cheeks, his brown eyes had a hardened focus in them.

"Are you serious?"

Yoruichi bit her lower lip for a brief second, before she gave a deft nod. "We've been married for years; we've had more than enough time to grow fully comfortable with one another. You're out of college and have built a strong career. We're beyond financially secure. I feel safe in having a baby now."

A thousand different emotions flashed through her husband's eyes, before all of it melted away and brown eyes filled and watered with joy.

Ichigo smiled like the sun, as both of his hands came up to cup her face. "I guess I'm calling in sick to work tomorrow."

Yoruichi blinked, unbidden tears forming at the corners of her eyes. and she laughed as she leaned down and kissed him deep. And this wasn't like the other kisses throughout their wild evening of lovemaking. It wasn't filled with desperate need or carnal hunger. But rather, this was a kiss filled with an innate and far more profound tenderness than either of them had ever experienced up to this point in their lives.

As they pulled away smiling and quietly laughing, Yoruichi rested her forehead against Ichigo's.

"I love you, Ichgio."

"I love you too, Yoruichi."

A/N: RATED M FOR MATURE

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Also, as a nephrologist, I am duty bound to occasionaly slip in subliminal messaging on keeping yourself properly hydrated. Take care of your kidneys, my friends.