Attack of the Ghouls - Part 1/2 ?nagicakesOctober 11 2010, 03:59:37 UTC
God, this took me forever to write, but I hope it's okay! DX
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Humming softly to herself, Orihime bustled about the small apartment, putting away freshly folded laundry. Although it was one of few chores that she loathed, she did it without question, especially since her husband was busy with another large-scale project for his firm and wasn't home as often as he usually was. A soft giggle escaped her and her cheeks flushed slightly at the thought.
Her husband.
Even though they had been married for well over a year, she always became rather giggly when she thought that she had finally, after all these years, married the man of her dreams. Glancing at the wedding ring on her finger, a soft smile tugged at her lips.
'Mrs. Kurosaki,' she thought with a small laugh, her eyes dancing with mirth. Call her childish or a daydreamer, but she still couldn't believe that Ichigo had chosen her of all people to be his wife.
The sound of the door slamming caught her attention and she hurriedly closed the dresser drawer before padding towards the front door of their living quarters. Ichigo stood in the doorway, ruggedly handsome as always, a deep scowl on his lips as he loosened his confining tie. She watched as he finally loosened the dreadful article of clothing and set his briefcase down on the small table beside the coat hooks, bouncing on the balls of her feet with anticipation. Ichigo's gaze drifted from his shoes he was currently removing from his aching feet and met Orihime's.
A shudder wracked through her body at the intense look in his eyes, but she simply smiled brightly and clapped her hands together.
“Welcome home, dear!” she cried happily, her cheeks reddening as Ichigo approached her.
“You don't have to meet me at the door every time I come home from work,” he muttered. Truth be told, he felt a bit guilty whenever Orihime would rush to the door to greet him. But then again, after a long day at work, her bright smiles were like a drink of cool water and helped soothe his endlessly frayed nerves.
“But I want to!” she protested, her lower lip jutting out in a small pout. “What kind of wife would I be if I didn't greet my husband when he returned home?”
Stifling a small chuckle at her petulant expression, Ichigo dropped a quick kiss to his wife's forehead before heading down the hall.
“I'm going to take a shower,” he called over his shoulder as he began shedding his office attire.
“Uhn! I'll get started on dinner!”
With that, Orihime hurried into the kitchen and rolled up her sleeves as she contemplated what to make that evening.
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Humming softly to herself, Orihime bustled about the small apartment, putting away freshly folded laundry. Although it was one of few chores that she loathed, she did it without question, especially since her husband was busy with another large-scale project for his firm and wasn't home as often as he usually was. A soft giggle escaped her and her cheeks flushed slightly at the thought.
Her husband.
Even though they had been married for well over a year, she always became rather giggly when she thought that she had finally, after all these years, married the man of her dreams. Glancing at the wedding ring on her finger, a soft smile tugged at her lips.
'Mrs. Kurosaki,' she thought with a small laugh, her eyes dancing with mirth. Call her childish or a daydreamer, but she still couldn't believe that Ichigo had chosen her of all people to be his wife.
The sound of the door slamming caught her attention and she hurriedly closed the dresser drawer before padding towards the front door of their living quarters. Ichigo stood in the doorway, ruggedly handsome as always, a deep scowl on his lips as he loosened his confining tie. She watched as he finally loosened the dreadful article of clothing and set his briefcase down on the small table beside the coat hooks, bouncing on the balls of her feet with anticipation. Ichigo's gaze drifted from his shoes he was currently removing from his aching feet and met Orihime's.
A shudder wracked through her body at the intense look in his eyes, but she simply smiled brightly and clapped her hands together.
“Welcome home, dear!” she cried happily, her cheeks reddening as Ichigo approached her.
“You don't have to meet me at the door every time I come home from work,” he muttered. Truth be told, he felt a bit guilty whenever Orihime would rush to the door to greet him. But then again, after a long day at work, her bright smiles were like a drink of cool water and helped soothe his endlessly frayed nerves.
“But I want to!” she protested, her lower lip jutting out in a small pout. “What kind of wife would I be if I didn't greet my husband when he returned home?”
Stifling a small chuckle at her petulant expression, Ichigo dropped a quick kiss to his wife's forehead before heading down the hall.
“I'm going to take a shower,” he called over his shoulder as he began shedding his office attire.
“Uhn! I'll get started on dinner!”
With that, Orihime hurried into the kitchen and rolled up her sleeves as she contemplated what to make that evening.
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