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Bleach - Then Comes the Carriage - Oneshot - Ichigo/Ukitake
a/n : Here's another piece from the Seireitei Monogatari series of drabbles. This one is part of an interconnected series called Two to Tango.
Title: Then Comes the Carriage
Characters: Ichigo/Ukitake, Shunsui, OFC, hinted Ura/Yoru/Shun
Rating: T
Warning: fluff, slashy kissing
Words: 2327
Description: Sequel to Blissfully Everafter. Jyuushiro’s been sulking, and Ichigo will be damned if he knows why.
Dedication: For Taka, who wanted this pairing.
Contrary to popular belief, life after marriage was not all roses and happy times. There were also arguments, nights spent sleeping on the couch, and days spent baffled at the inexplicable actions of his partner. Or so Ichigo had come to learn. Not that it meant he wanted to end this marriage anytime soon or that he no longer loved Jyuushiro. Just that sometimes, marriage took work.
Like now for instance.
Jyuushiro sighed. He stared moodily into the distance. He fiddled with his brush and ink but didn’t write anything down. He planted his chin on the heel of his palm and sighed again. His shoulders slumped.
Something was wrong with him, but Ichigo was damned if he could figure out what and why. He’d asked, of course, but Jyuushiro had claimed it to be nothing. Smiling in his gentle and loving way, pulling him in for a warm kiss that chased away questions and sighs. But only briefly because that forlorn look later returned.
At first, Ichigo chalked it up to separation anxiety. They’d both been thrilled when Shunsui stopped living underfoot and in their hair. But Jyuushiro and Shunsui were also very close friends and had been for centuries. Perhaps his husband missed Shunsui being so near to him at all times. Sure, that was a little weird, but Ichigo could live with that it if it made his partner happy. In fact, he kinda wished he had a friend he was close to like that. Closer than family.
But then, he realized that Shunsui visited far too often for that to be case. Along with the sheer volume of mail that they exchanged and the fact that Shunsui called every day at seven in the evening on the dot. Ichigo simply couldn’t believe they were given the chance to miss each other, much less suffer from separation anxiety. And were he any other man, he might be jealous. But as it were, he understood that’s just how Jyuushiro and Shunsui were, and it didn’t bother him one bit.
Jyuushiro’s sudden and worrisome unhappiness, however, bothered Ichigo quite a lot. And since his husband refused to elaborate on what was making him sigh like that, Ichigo had to go to another source. Though with much, much reluctance.
“Ichigo!”
Seconds after he walked in the door, Ichigo was pulled into an embrace that smelled of sake and an herb garden. Practically swallowed by the volumes of a cheap, pink haori.
“Good to see you, too,” Ichigo said once he was able to breathe again. “Is Urahara-san around?” he added, glancing about warily.
Urahara still wasn’t overly impressed with Ichigo’s escape tactics concerning Shunsui’s constant presence even two years later. His master could carry a grudge like no one Ichigo had ever met and still sniffed sulkily in his presence. Though there were rumors of an interesting relationship between the residents of the Urahara shouten.
“Nope. Ki-kun’s out on the shop’s business,” Shunsui replied cheerily and stepped back, looking Ichigo over as though he were the prodigal son come home. “And how is Jyuu-chan?”
Despite the fact that they had probably just spoken three hours before and Shunsui likely knew even better than Ichigo did.
Ichigo sighed and let the worry show through on his face. “Something’s making him unhappy, and he won’t tell me what it is.”
Seriousness instantly made an appearance on Shunsui’s face. He dropped an arm over Ichigo’s shoulder, guiding him into the sitting room.
“I think I have an idea,” the older man said and all but pushed Ichigo down into a seat.
This was precisely the reason Ichigo had come. He sat and waited as Shunsui bustled out of the room to get tea and snacks because apparently they couldn’t talk seriously without either. And in his absence, Ichigo took the opportunity to snoop with his eyes, wondering if the rumors had basis in fact. Not that it would bother him if it were true, but it would be nice to know. He’d hate to accidentally insult someone.
The sitting room revealed nothing. It was neat and clean, almost scarily so. Which had to be Tessai’s doing since he couldn’t see Urahara-san, Yoruichi-san or Shunsui cleaning up after themselves.
“So! Jyuu-chan’s been hiding something, eh?” Shunsui asked, bustling back into view with a plate of steaming tea and lacy-looking cookies. “And he won’t let you know either.”
“He tells you everything. So I figure you can tell me.” Ichigo was unable to conceal his worry.
Shunsui chuckled and sat down. “It’s really a simple problem, and I think the only reason Jyuu-chan hasn’t told you is because he’s embarrassed.”
Nibbling on one of the delicate cookies, Ichigo raised a brow. “What could be so embarrassing that he can’t tell me? It’s not like I don’t know everything else.”
“Even someone like Jyuu-chan has his pride,” Shunsui informed him and sipped at his tea, smacking his lips with satisfaction. “But the truth of the matter is… dear Jyuu-chan’s clock’s a ticking, and he doesn’t quite know how to bring it up.”
Ichigo’s forehead wrinkled as he tried to interpret just what he meant. Clock ticking? What the hell kind of drunken nonsense was Shunsui talking about?
Clock. Ticking. Ticking clock.
Understanding dawned.
Ticking clock. As in biological clock. As in Jyuushiro was ready to have a kid, and neither he nor Ichigo were female. Thereby creating a bit of an issue. Ichigo and Jyuushiro had already discussed children and agreed that they’d look forward to having some in the future.
Apparently, that future was now. Which made sense, all things considered. Ichigo had finished his schooling and made his mostly-permanent home in Soul Society with frequent trips to the living world. He was firmly entrenched in his role as captain of the fifth division, and both he and Jyuushiro had settled quite nicely into their quiet life as husband and husband.
Children seemed the next logical step.
“Huh,” Ichigo said and crunched on a cookie. “Kids, huh?”
“Kids,” Shunsui confirmed and reached for a treat of his own. “That’s the gist of it. Seems pretty silly, doesn’t it?”
“Just a bit,” Ichigo agreed but was glad Shunsui had told him. Glad he now had something to chew on, to consider.
Children. Was it really that simple?
o0o0o
Ichigo pondered on the matter for several days. It was obviously something that Jyuushiro desired greatly, and Ichigo had to admit that he wouldn’t mind having a little boy or girl of his own either. He certainly hoped to be a better father than Goat-Face at any rate.
Logically, without the ability to have children of their own, adoption was the next step. Ichigo knew there were a few orphanages spread out here and there in Rukongai. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that it would be like shopping for a kid. And besides, how could he pick – for lack of a better word – without Jyuushiro’s input?
Still, all things considered, Ichigo supposed it wouldn’t hurt to at least visit. Get some idea of what he and Jyuushiro should expect, what paperwork they might need –if any – and possible monetary expenses.
The roar of a Hollow and subsequent screams of panicked citizens, however, derailed initial plans. And his curious walk through Rukongai turned into a need to draw Zangetsu and leap to the nearest rooftop. A Hollow, something with teeth and claws and obvious hunger, was prowling around nearby and obviously seeking a target with tasty reaitsu. No other Shinigami had noticed yet, and Ichigo wasn’t the sort to walk away because it wasn’t technically his assignment.
He leapt into action, knowing it wouldn’t take but a moment of his time. The Hollow was a weak thing. Something Ichigo easily purified with a well-placed kidoh and a quick swipe of Zangetsu. As the thing dissolved away, Ichigo turned to reassure the nearest victim. Who turned out to be a child. It was always hard to tell age in Soul Society. But she was such a little thing. Looked like she was barely old enough for elementary school with her big dark eyes and shaggy black hair. A certain set to her chin that reminded him strongly of Karin.
Ichigo crouched, coming face to face with the little girl. “Hello,” he said as pleasantly as he could manage and without his trademark scowl. “I’m Ichigo. What’s your name?”
Her eyes flickered from his sword to his face and beyond him to where the Hollow had vanished. Her clothes were ragged and filthy, and there was a certain angle to her cheeks that implied she hadn’t eaten in quite some time. Which in Rukongai meant that there was a reason she needed to eat. A reason that buzzed softly on the edge of Ichigo’s senses.
“What’s your name?” he repeated after she’d had a chance to study him.
“Fuyumi.”
“Fuyumi, huh? That’s a pretty name.” Ichigo smiled gently and was relieved when she gave him a shy one in return. “Do you have somewhere safe I can take you? It’s dangerous to stick around here.”
She shook her head, black hair giving off a small cloud of dust. “No. I… It’s just me.”
Ichigo rose to his feet, looking pointedly around. “That’s not good. It’s really not safe here.”
Not in this part of Rukongai. Not at all.
Ichigo wasn’t about to leave her here. That would be like saving her from one danger only to throw her into a different one. Ichigo couldn’t do that.
The idea hit him then, and he wondered it hadn’t occurred to him from the moment he laid his eyes on Fuyumi. Coincidence or fate, he couldn’t let this opportunity slide.
Ichigo smiled, softer this time, and offered his hand. “Would you like to come with me then?” he offered. “I can take you some place safe. Give you a soft bed. A warm bath. Food.”
Her eyes practically sparkled at the idea of the last. “Candy?”
Ichigo laughed. “If you want,” he said and was warmed when her small hand slid into his, fingers locking with his own.
o0o0o
When Jyuushiro came home that night, it was to the startling sight of Ichigo and a young girl playing some type of game in the main room. Jyuushiro stared. Blinked. Stared as his husband looked up at him with a beaming grin and the girl won the game with a happy cheer.
“Welcome home,” Ichigo said, rising to his feet and meeting Jyuushiro with a peck on the cheek. “Have a long day?”
A strangled sound echoed in the older man’s throat. “Ichigo,” he murmured, eyes flicking from the young lady to his husband. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
“Of course.” Ichigo stepped back and stood behind the dark-haired child, placing his hands on her small shoulders. “Jyuushiro, this is Fuyumi. Fuyumi, this is my husband, Jyuushiro.”
“Pleased to meet you,” the little one said as she bowed in greeting. “You have pretty hair.”
Jyuushiro was instantly charmed. “Likewise,” he said, finding her big dark eyes and her flushed cheeks absolutely adorable. “Are you from Rukongai?”
She nodded. “Uh huh. The sixty-fifth district.”
Jyuushiro’s breath caught in his throat. The sixty-fifth? How had she survived for so long? Such a small and delicate thing?
“I rescued her from a Hollow today,” Ichigo commented, and his voice betrayed some of his amusement. “I offered her a bath, a bed, and food. And perhaps more, if we all agree.”
Jyuushiro’s gaze snapped towards his husband hopefully. An intense feeling of happiness rose up inside of him.
“You mean…?”
Ichigo, one hand remaining on Fuyumi’s shoulder, shifted to his husband’s side. Curling an arm around Jyuushiro’s waist.
“I talked to Shunsui. Why didn’t you just tell me you were ready for the next stage in our relationship?”
Despite his greatest efforts, Jyuushiro felt his cheeks heat. “I wasn’t sure how to bring it up without sounding like I wasn’t happy,” he admitted. “But if you’re serious…”
“I am,” Ichigo confirmed and gently squeezed Fuyumi’s shoulder. “That is, if you are.”
“Of course I am,” Jyuushiro exclaimed, perhaps a bit too quickly. He looked at Fuyumi with hopeful eyes, the little girl glancing between the two men with intelligence and curiosity. “But it’s her decision first. What do you say? Would you like to join our family, Fuyumi?”
“Yep!” she chirped without any hesitation on her part, and Jyuushiro felt warmth crashing over him from all directions. “Can we have dinner now? Ichi-tou-san said we had to wait ‘til you got home.”
“Of course we can,” Jyuushiro said with the sudden urge to kiss “Ichi-tou-san” senseless and grope his husband all over, something he couldn’t do in front of Fuyumi.
His new daughter cheered and ducked out from under Ichigo’s hand, making a beeline for the dining room. Already so comfortable here and at home with herself. How wonderful.
“So?” Ichigo turned towards his husband. “What do you--”
Jyuushiro cut him off with his lips, slanting his mouth over Ichigo’s and kissing for all that he was worth. He couldn’t imagine himself being any happier.
Ichigo groaned into his mouth, gripping onto Jyuushiro’s shihakushou as though contemplating crawling inside and making himself at home. Their bodies pressed together, limbs intertwining, as their tongues dueled sloppily. Heat sparked between them without any effort at all.
“Come on, Ichi-tou-san!” Fuyumi called from the next room, voice causing them to separate hastily and with guilty expressions.
Jyuushiro felt a little disappointed, but Ichigo laughed and squeezed his hand briefly. “Don’t look like that. We wanted kids, remember?”
For his part, Jyuushiro could only chuckle, steal another kiss, and slip past Ichigo to head into the dining room.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better gift,” he called over his shoulder, practically skipping.
He had a new daughter to greet and come to love.
****
a/n: See? I can, on occasion, write fluff. *grins* I hope that you enjoyed!
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Title: Then Comes the Carriage
Characters: Ichigo/Ukitake, Shunsui, OFC, hinted Ura/Yoru/Shun
Rating: T
Warning: fluff, slashy kissing
Words: 2327
Description: Sequel to Blissfully Everafter. Jyuushiro’s been sulking, and Ichigo will be damned if he knows why.
Dedication: For Taka, who wanted this pairing.
Contrary to popular belief, life after marriage was not all roses and happy times. There were also arguments, nights spent sleeping on the couch, and days spent baffled at the inexplicable actions of his partner. Or so Ichigo had come to learn. Not that it meant he wanted to end this marriage anytime soon or that he no longer loved Jyuushiro. Just that sometimes, marriage took work.
Like now for instance.
Jyuushiro sighed. He stared moodily into the distance. He fiddled with his brush and ink but didn’t write anything down. He planted his chin on the heel of his palm and sighed again. His shoulders slumped.
Something was wrong with him, but Ichigo was damned if he could figure out what and why. He’d asked, of course, but Jyuushiro had claimed it to be nothing. Smiling in his gentle and loving way, pulling him in for a warm kiss that chased away questions and sighs. But only briefly because that forlorn look later returned.
At first, Ichigo chalked it up to separation anxiety. They’d both been thrilled when Shunsui stopped living underfoot and in their hair. But Jyuushiro and Shunsui were also very close friends and had been for centuries. Perhaps his husband missed Shunsui being so near to him at all times. Sure, that was a little weird, but Ichigo could live with that it if it made his partner happy. In fact, he kinda wished he had a friend he was close to like that. Closer than family.
But then, he realized that Shunsui visited far too often for that to be case. Along with the sheer volume of mail that they exchanged and the fact that Shunsui called every day at seven in the evening on the dot. Ichigo simply couldn’t believe they were given the chance to miss each other, much less suffer from separation anxiety. And were he any other man, he might be jealous. But as it were, he understood that’s just how Jyuushiro and Shunsui were, and it didn’t bother him one bit.
Jyuushiro’s sudden and worrisome unhappiness, however, bothered Ichigo quite a lot. And since his husband refused to elaborate on what was making him sigh like that, Ichigo had to go to another source. Though with much, much reluctance.
“Ichigo!”
Seconds after he walked in the door, Ichigo was pulled into an embrace that smelled of sake and an herb garden. Practically swallowed by the volumes of a cheap, pink haori.
“Good to see you, too,” Ichigo said once he was able to breathe again. “Is Urahara-san around?” he added, glancing about warily.
Urahara still wasn’t overly impressed with Ichigo’s escape tactics concerning Shunsui’s constant presence even two years later. His master could carry a grudge like no one Ichigo had ever met and still sniffed sulkily in his presence. Though there were rumors of an interesting relationship between the residents of the Urahara shouten.
“Nope. Ki-kun’s out on the shop’s business,” Shunsui replied cheerily and stepped back, looking Ichigo over as though he were the prodigal son come home. “And how is Jyuu-chan?”
Despite the fact that they had probably just spoken three hours before and Shunsui likely knew even better than Ichigo did.
Ichigo sighed and let the worry show through on his face. “Something’s making him unhappy, and he won’t tell me what it is.”
Seriousness instantly made an appearance on Shunsui’s face. He dropped an arm over Ichigo’s shoulder, guiding him into the sitting room.
“I think I have an idea,” the older man said and all but pushed Ichigo down into a seat.
This was precisely the reason Ichigo had come. He sat and waited as Shunsui bustled out of the room to get tea and snacks because apparently they couldn’t talk seriously without either. And in his absence, Ichigo took the opportunity to snoop with his eyes, wondering if the rumors had basis in fact. Not that it would bother him if it were true, but it would be nice to know. He’d hate to accidentally insult someone.
The sitting room revealed nothing. It was neat and clean, almost scarily so. Which had to be Tessai’s doing since he couldn’t see Urahara-san, Yoruichi-san or Shunsui cleaning up after themselves.
“So! Jyuu-chan’s been hiding something, eh?” Shunsui asked, bustling back into view with a plate of steaming tea and lacy-looking cookies. “And he won’t let you know either.”
“He tells you everything. So I figure you can tell me.” Ichigo was unable to conceal his worry.
Shunsui chuckled and sat down. “It’s really a simple problem, and I think the only reason Jyuu-chan hasn’t told you is because he’s embarrassed.”
Nibbling on one of the delicate cookies, Ichigo raised a brow. “What could be so embarrassing that he can’t tell me? It’s not like I don’t know everything else.”
“Even someone like Jyuu-chan has his pride,” Shunsui informed him and sipped at his tea, smacking his lips with satisfaction. “But the truth of the matter is… dear Jyuu-chan’s clock’s a ticking, and he doesn’t quite know how to bring it up.”
Ichigo’s forehead wrinkled as he tried to interpret just what he meant. Clock ticking? What the hell kind of drunken nonsense was Shunsui talking about?
Clock. Ticking. Ticking clock.
Understanding dawned.
Ticking clock. As in biological clock. As in Jyuushiro was ready to have a kid, and neither he nor Ichigo were female. Thereby creating a bit of an issue. Ichigo and Jyuushiro had already discussed children and agreed that they’d look forward to having some in the future.
Apparently, that future was now. Which made sense, all things considered. Ichigo had finished his schooling and made his mostly-permanent home in Soul Society with frequent trips to the living world. He was firmly entrenched in his role as captain of the fifth division, and both he and Jyuushiro had settled quite nicely into their quiet life as husband and husband.
Children seemed the next logical step.
“Huh,” Ichigo said and crunched on a cookie. “Kids, huh?”
“Kids,” Shunsui confirmed and reached for a treat of his own. “That’s the gist of it. Seems pretty silly, doesn’t it?”
“Just a bit,” Ichigo agreed but was glad Shunsui had told him. Glad he now had something to chew on, to consider.
Children. Was it really that simple?
Ichigo pondered on the matter for several days. It was obviously something that Jyuushiro desired greatly, and Ichigo had to admit that he wouldn’t mind having a little boy or girl of his own either. He certainly hoped to be a better father than Goat-Face at any rate.
Logically, without the ability to have children of their own, adoption was the next step. Ichigo knew there were a few orphanages spread out here and there in Rukongai. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that it would be like shopping for a kid. And besides, how could he pick – for lack of a better word – without Jyuushiro’s input?
Still, all things considered, Ichigo supposed it wouldn’t hurt to at least visit. Get some idea of what he and Jyuushiro should expect, what paperwork they might need –if any – and possible monetary expenses.
The roar of a Hollow and subsequent screams of panicked citizens, however, derailed initial plans. And his curious walk through Rukongai turned into a need to draw Zangetsu and leap to the nearest rooftop. A Hollow, something with teeth and claws and obvious hunger, was prowling around nearby and obviously seeking a target with tasty reaitsu. No other Shinigami had noticed yet, and Ichigo wasn’t the sort to walk away because it wasn’t technically his assignment.
He leapt into action, knowing it wouldn’t take but a moment of his time. The Hollow was a weak thing. Something Ichigo easily purified with a well-placed kidoh and a quick swipe of Zangetsu. As the thing dissolved away, Ichigo turned to reassure the nearest victim. Who turned out to be a child. It was always hard to tell age in Soul Society. But she was such a little thing. Looked like she was barely old enough for elementary school with her big dark eyes and shaggy black hair. A certain set to her chin that reminded him strongly of Karin.
Ichigo crouched, coming face to face with the little girl. “Hello,” he said as pleasantly as he could manage and without his trademark scowl. “I’m Ichigo. What’s your name?”
Her eyes flickered from his sword to his face and beyond him to where the Hollow had vanished. Her clothes were ragged and filthy, and there was a certain angle to her cheeks that implied she hadn’t eaten in quite some time. Which in Rukongai meant that there was a reason she needed to eat. A reason that buzzed softly on the edge of Ichigo’s senses.
“What’s your name?” he repeated after she’d had a chance to study him.
“Fuyumi.”
“Fuyumi, huh? That’s a pretty name.” Ichigo smiled gently and was relieved when she gave him a shy one in return. “Do you have somewhere safe I can take you? It’s dangerous to stick around here.”
She shook her head, black hair giving off a small cloud of dust. “No. I… It’s just me.”
Ichigo rose to his feet, looking pointedly around. “That’s not good. It’s really not safe here.”
Not in this part of Rukongai. Not at all.
Ichigo wasn’t about to leave her here. That would be like saving her from one danger only to throw her into a different one. Ichigo couldn’t do that.
The idea hit him then, and he wondered it hadn’t occurred to him from the moment he laid his eyes on Fuyumi. Coincidence or fate, he couldn’t let this opportunity slide.
Ichigo smiled, softer this time, and offered his hand. “Would you like to come with me then?” he offered. “I can take you some place safe. Give you a soft bed. A warm bath. Food.”
Her eyes practically sparkled at the idea of the last. “Candy?”
Ichigo laughed. “If you want,” he said and was warmed when her small hand slid into his, fingers locking with his own.
When Jyuushiro came home that night, it was to the startling sight of Ichigo and a young girl playing some type of game in the main room. Jyuushiro stared. Blinked. Stared as his husband looked up at him with a beaming grin and the girl won the game with a happy cheer.
“Welcome home,” Ichigo said, rising to his feet and meeting Jyuushiro with a peck on the cheek. “Have a long day?”
A strangled sound echoed in the older man’s throat. “Ichigo,” he murmured, eyes flicking from the young lady to his husband. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
“Of course.” Ichigo stepped back and stood behind the dark-haired child, placing his hands on her small shoulders. “Jyuushiro, this is Fuyumi. Fuyumi, this is my husband, Jyuushiro.”
“Pleased to meet you,” the little one said as she bowed in greeting. “You have pretty hair.”
Jyuushiro was instantly charmed. “Likewise,” he said, finding her big dark eyes and her flushed cheeks absolutely adorable. “Are you from Rukongai?”
She nodded. “Uh huh. The sixty-fifth district.”
Jyuushiro’s breath caught in his throat. The sixty-fifth? How had she survived for so long? Such a small and delicate thing?
“I rescued her from a Hollow today,” Ichigo commented, and his voice betrayed some of his amusement. “I offered her a bath, a bed, and food. And perhaps more, if we all agree.”
Jyuushiro’s gaze snapped towards his husband hopefully. An intense feeling of happiness rose up inside of him.
“You mean…?”
Ichigo, one hand remaining on Fuyumi’s shoulder, shifted to his husband’s side. Curling an arm around Jyuushiro’s waist.
“I talked to Shunsui. Why didn’t you just tell me you were ready for the next stage in our relationship?”
Despite his greatest efforts, Jyuushiro felt his cheeks heat. “I wasn’t sure how to bring it up without sounding like I wasn’t happy,” he admitted. “But if you’re serious…”
“I am,” Ichigo confirmed and gently squeezed Fuyumi’s shoulder. “That is, if you are.”
“Of course I am,” Jyuushiro exclaimed, perhaps a bit too quickly. He looked at Fuyumi with hopeful eyes, the little girl glancing between the two men with intelligence and curiosity. “But it’s her decision first. What do you say? Would you like to join our family, Fuyumi?”
“Yep!” she chirped without any hesitation on her part, and Jyuushiro felt warmth crashing over him from all directions. “Can we have dinner now? Ichi-tou-san said we had to wait ‘til you got home.”
“Of course we can,” Jyuushiro said with the sudden urge to kiss “Ichi-tou-san” senseless and grope his husband all over, something he couldn’t do in front of Fuyumi.
His new daughter cheered and ducked out from under Ichigo’s hand, making a beeline for the dining room. Already so comfortable here and at home with herself. How wonderful.
“So?” Ichigo turned towards his husband. “What do you--”
Jyuushiro cut him off with his lips, slanting his mouth over Ichigo’s and kissing for all that he was worth. He couldn’t imagine himself being any happier.
Ichigo groaned into his mouth, gripping onto Jyuushiro’s shihakushou as though contemplating crawling inside and making himself at home. Their bodies pressed together, limbs intertwining, as their tongues dueled sloppily. Heat sparked between them without any effort at all.
“Come on, Ichi-tou-san!” Fuyumi called from the next room, voice causing them to separate hastily and with guilty expressions.
Jyuushiro felt a little disappointed, but Ichigo laughed and squeezed his hand briefly. “Don’t look like that. We wanted kids, remember?”
For his part, Jyuushiro could only chuckle, steal another kiss, and slip past Ichigo to head into the dining room.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better gift,” he called over his shoulder, practically skipping.
He had a new daughter to greet and come to love.
a/n: See? I can, on occasion, write fluff. *grins* I hope that you enjoyed!
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!