Death and Strawberry

Chapter 6: Cherries pop

She woke up to a half-naked sleeping Ichigo on her couch. He was sound asleep hugging one of the cushions.

His position looked rather uncomfortable. And he didnt have a blanket too. How was he able to sleep through the night with the cold like that?

The chill was unbearable on the early mornings too. She hoped he doesnt catch a cold or get sick because of this.

Inoue had gone to the bathroom earlier to wash her face. She felt horrible and sweaty. Only then she realized she wasnt wearing her own clothes. She had on Kurosaki-kun's shirt. She remembered him wearing this once. The print was familiar.

She also saw the makeshift laundry line he made to hang her clothes on the corner together with his shirt.

"Oh kami!" She vaguely recalled feeling sick to her stomach. She didnt puke on him did she?

Yes she did. But he stayed through the night and looked after her. Before she realized she had already knelt in front of him and brushed the stray strands of his hair from his eyes.

He had let it grow. He usually has a clean cut. But lately he's been really busy, or so she heard.

Ichigo...

She caressed his cheek and before she knew what she was doing, she had leaned down to kiss him.

But right before the deed was done, he had stirred and woken up. He rubbed the sleep off his eyes.

Startled, Inoue immediately stood up before he could make anything of the situation. "I'm, I, uh, Im sorry. Did I wake you?"

"It's alright. What time is it?"

"It's uh, 8:30AM."

"Un."

"Could I get you something?" Feeling a bit guilty for what she was about to do, she rubbed at the back of her neck, a habit she has, causing the shirt she wore to rise to her thighs as she did.

"You realize Im a man right? Or have you forgotten my indecent proposal?"

When she realized what he meant, she dropped her hands to her side. "Im sorry. I guess it's because it's you that I let my guard down."

Inoue was now pulling at the hem of his shirt. As if willing it to stretch further down to cover her legs. "I'll go change."

His shirt, huh?

He had to wrestle her so he could get her into the over-sized shirt. Feeding her the soup was another battle in itself.

He sat her up on the headboard with pillows supporting her back.

"If you have problems, you can always tell Tatsuki."

"I couldnt possibly tell her about 'that'!" She blushed.

He didnt think she could get any more redder than she is right now.

"Then that incident would be our little secret." He said to placate her. He wouldnt want anyone else to know either. He hated to admit it, but he wanted to keep the knowledge of her wanton side to himself.

But aside from his perverse reason, he also hated the thought of other men touching her. He hated the thought of anyone else seeing the face she makes when she was aroused.

Men would die for that face. Just thinking about it is enough to give him a hard on.

"That's not the only problem!" She continued to whine. " There's also th-that k-kiss."