HELLO READERS! Here is my second fanfiction, The Birth of Red Arc ^-^ It's a little story 10 years before the other arc, The First Hollow Arc.

Oh! And if you want to hear this Arc's opening song, it's The Beginning by ONE OK ROCK. (if anyone could tell, I love this Japanese band)

Disclaimer: I do not own the series Bleach, any of the characters being associated with the series, nor the song The Beginning by ONE OK ROCK.

CAUTION: this chapter has a lemon scene, which is my first time writing it(covers face). But oh well! Hope its spicy enough for you all ;) lol

Hope. You. Enjoy! ^^

It was getting too intense.

Well, it was always like this. The passion that thrived between them when they did this primitive act. The young married woman, now referred to as Kurosaki Orihime, was panting out her husband's name repeatedly, echoing the walls that surrounded the room they were residing in.

Ichigo had his hands sprawled out right beside the beauty's head, stabilizing himself as he continued to thrust into her. Sweat mingled between them, as their bodies constantly tried to get impossibly closer. Orihime held onto his biceps tightly, easing herself for the immense pressure that was being inflicted in her. She then suddenly whipped open her eyes, immediately grasping onto Ichigo's neck, attempting to give many kisses as possible before another moan came out, beautifully calling his name again. Ichigo grunted in response, and continued to accelerate the already speeded pace.

She whimpered and threw her head back, letting her hair fall freely at her back, covered in dampness. The auburn-haired woman desperately tried to say her husband's name, and with red, swollen lips parted, she could only let out broken syllables of his name that matched with each thrust.

"I. chi. go."

Kami, she was going to kill him. It been awhile since he saw this pleasurable image, and now that he can see it again, it was downright ridiculous on how much he missed it. Breasts rising rapidly, soft legs wrapped around him, the hazy expression in her grey eyes—he took pride that he was the only one who could see and make her in this condition.

As animal instinct he suddenly grasped her hands that were strapped onto his neck and slammed them into the bed, and quickly lifted her hips to receive a better angle of her. Orihime didn't have time to adjust the new position as she felt him dive impossibly deeper, and she cried out, tears spilling from her grey spectacles. Pale hands struggled to find the mangled sheets, in reality, anything, to support herself of the immense pressure.

This occurrence wasn't suppose to happen. Hours after dawn, it was the period where adults would rise and head to the unenviable place of work. However, as Orihime was ready to depart from the comforts of their bed, hands that vowed to protect her clutched her waist and threw her back onto the sleeping area, and not even dark brown eyes to warn the predicament as lips rapidly, passionately, sealed hers. She tried to plead, really she did, but the man she loved since adolescence declined her resistance, since his desires easily overpowered her protests, and quickly clothing was removed. Orihime actually believed Ichigo enjoyed her small struggle, since he held her hands down while she panted heavily at his passion. Instead diving straight into it, he decided to enjoy his time while he playfully licked her nibbles, before suckling them roughly like honey. She squirmed and withered, trying not release her womanly hormones, but her cries only increased his assault. Eventually one thing led to another, and now...

They were here.

As the sounds only got louder, they both ignited an intense moan as their climax was reached, resulting with Ichigo collapsing on Orihime. Heavy breaths were heard and slowly but surely Ichigo rolled himself off. Once lying on his back he grasped his face with his hand in attempt to relax while his wife said nothing but only greedily suckled oxygen into her. Orihime soon turned to her side and hugged Ichigo's torso, to which he held her bare back in return.

Hearing her breathless state made him smirk. "See, isn't it better to do now then do it later?"

Her eyes widened as Orihime's cheeks felt flush, shoving her face into his chest quickly. "I guess so…"

"You guess?" he chuckled, planting his lips on top of her head.

"N-No!" she stuttered, not wanting her husband to believe she didn't enjoy it. However, when she whipped up her head to plead her reasoning, she head-butted him in the chin, resulting a loud grunt at the pain she inflicted on him.

"Gomen!" Orihime cried, releasing her grip on his torso as she went to inspect his injured face. Kami, she forgot sometimes she had a tough head. She saw him squinting at the pain, and from that reaction she wanted to panic a little, immediately wanting to retrieve an ice pack since she knew the extent of damage she could do with her head-butts.

Before she could even motion herself to do the task, she abruptly felt lips on hers, making her eyes broaden at the sudden affection. Her husband quickly bit her bottom lip, a little too roughly—somewhat feeling urgent to explore the caverns of her mouth. She obliged as she pried her mouth open—allowing him to thoroughly enjoy her. His tongue had a field day with her mouth, not letting one inch of her to be untouched. He then suckled on her tongue roughly, repeating the process as he travelled the length of it. Orihime close her eyes at the force he was igniting, letting him do what her wanted to her pink tongue. Finally, he released the motion and a crooked grin was on his face.

"You always fall for that trick Hime."

"Ichigo!" she exclaimed, pouting cutely at his deceiving plan. "I though you were hurt."

He raised an eyebrow and gave another small grin. "You don't think after all this time I wouldn't be immune to your hard head?"

She kept her lips in a downwards crescent, resulting him to chuckle and give a gentle kiss on her mouth.

"Ichi," she stated, when lips broke apart. "What I meant to say before is that…well…"

"About what?"

"The question you asked me. I'm just…well, I… I think we—"she paused under his attentive gaze, and from the hooded look of his dark, brown eyes, she could easily guessed that he was actually concern of what she was about to say or most likely…

…wanted another round with her.

She struggled to keep her words, feeling heat igniting from her cheeks. Grey eyes hesitantly concentrated at his chest. "S-Should of waited till nightime b-because of m-my hours at the bakery."

The relaxed state Ichigo exhibited immediately went to a frown, eyebrows slanted.

"Oh yeah, the bakery." His voice clearly showed his frustration.

Orihime felt his annoyance bouncing off her, and she pouted as her eyes softened. She didn't want Ichigo to dislike her job, or the sheer mention of it become a dreadful idea, but she couldn't control the hours she was given. Yes, she was happy she was given more hours, since more time meant more money, but she was dejected that it drastically cut her time with her husband, since his hours were opposite of her new ones.

She looked up and cupped his cheek gently, giving him a sweet smile. "Don't worry Ichi. I know it's upsetting, but think of it: if I get more hours, then we'll get more money, and soon we can open our own bakery! Therefore, we can spend much more time with each other." And the thought of that made Orihime happy.

He smiled slightly in response. "Yeah, I know that, Hime." He tightened his grip around her waist, placing his chin on top of her head.

"I just miss it when I fuck you."

"Ichigo!" Her cheeks burned brightly at the vulgar language.

"Relax. You know you like it too. And the way you were yelling my name earlier clearly shows that."

"B-B-B-But—"

He smirked at her stuttering. Cute how after four years of being together, she still got embarrassed of talking about their intimate actions. He was blunt about his feelings for her now, which probably, if his seventeen-year old self knew he would be like this in the future, he would of thrown a colourful reply and punch at whoever that crossed his path.

Ichigo gave a slight grin. Even now, it was still somewhat surprising how it even happened—with him ending up with Orihime. Ichigo never thought he would of end up dating and marrying the past goddess of Karakura High School, but any insecurity he had with their relationship were long gone now.

He had her and was never going to let her go.

He removed his chin and glanced down at her again, which she was now spurring something about pickles and monkeys. (odd how she ended up there, but then again it was Orihime) Ichigo decided to silence her with another kiss. As usual, it worked since when he pulled away, she didn't say anything but her eyes had the look of dissatisfaction how the kiss ended shorter than usual. However, she widened her eyes, remembering something.

"The bakery!"

He raised an eyebrow at the sudden proclamation. "It's only the morning. Relax for a bit."

"What day is it?"

He shrugged, nuzzling his head into her neck. "Tuesday."

"Tuesday?! Oh no! What time is it?!" she quickly glanced to her nightstand and saw the time being displayed. Her eyes widened more.

"Oh my! I'm late!" she shot up from the bed, letting the covers reveal her naked body. However, before she could stand on her feet, she was pulled back into her husband's arms.

"Nope, you're not leaving."

"But Ichi," she pouted. "I have to go to work soon. I can't—ah!"

Large calloused hands grasped her breasts, silencing her, and they began to fondle with them, squeezing and massaging them. She whimpered as she curved her back, feeling her intimate area becoming sensitive again.

"Ichigo-kun…kami, I-I'm tired and—"

"Maybe that's why…" he tightened his hold on the mounds, and another whimper came out, "We should do this more often. One month is too long…Hime."

His voice filled with lust and desires made Orihime squeeze her thighs together, making her feel flustered once more.

"But…" squeeze "Kurosaki-kun…" she let out breathlessly.

That did it. When she said that name, it drove him mad. It was like a beast being unchained when she said Kurosaki-kun.

He grabbed her hips and threw back her on the bed—immediately hanging over her like a hungry animal. She was breathing restlessly again, and it seemed that she was trying to resist his moves.

Yet her legs were not complying with that.

Before he could plant his lips on every place of her body, the phone rang obnoxiously loud, and both flinched at the sudden sound. Ichigo cursed and shifted over to see who it was, letting himself sit off the edge of the bed, looking extremely annoyed. Orihime blinked and sighed quietly in relief, glad that something disrupted them. If nothing did, she would probably stayed home the entire day, continuously doing naughty things with him, and completely ignore her duty at the bakery! And since she said Kurosaki-kun—she sat up— that clearly was an invitation to allow that.

However, something abruptly slammed into the nightstand, and Orihime winced, surprised at the sound. She glanced to her left and Ichigo was shrugging his shoulders heavily, then rising out of bed to head to his dresser. He quickly slipped on a pair of boxers and began heading to their closet.

Orihime raised her delicate eyebrow at the changed behavior. "Ichigo-kun?"

Ichigo shuffled through the closet. "Maybe we should head to work, Hime."

"Oh," she was surprised, and even a little disappointed of his desire to go to work now. "Okay, Ichigo-kun…but," she tilted her head. "Why do you look so nervous?"

"ICHIGO!" the phone shouted out, echoing throughout the apartment. "I SWEAR IF YOU ARE LATE AGAIN FOR WORK I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND BEAT YOUR ASS TILL YOU CAN'T SEE!"

She blinked widely.

Oh my…well, at least they were going to work now.

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