Author's note: Seeing as I have a collection of HichiHime drabbles, I suppose it's only right that I have a collection of IchiHime drabbles. :) Copper gave me the prompt "tooth" and this is what I somehow was able to come up with. It's full of fluff, so I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Bleach and all characters, etc. belong to Tite Kubo. All rights reserved.

Drabble I: Tooth

"Ow!"

Rubbing his cheek, Ichigo winced at the searing pain that was now subsiding to a dull throbbing. Glaring at the cookie he held in his hand, he tossed it back onto the small platter that sat on the kitchen counter.

"Are you alright, Kurosaki-kun?"

Glancing up at the quiet voice, his gaze softened. Orihime was peeking around the kitchen, her auburn hair spilling over her shoulder as she gazed at him, concern flashing across her gray eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine Inoue. I just have a toothache, that's all. Nothing to worry about." Shrugging nonchalantly, he made his way back towards the living room where they had been studying for the upcoming exams.

"Oh, but Kurosaki-kun, what if you have a cavity?" cried Orihime as she followed at his heels, worry overtaking her. "Your tooth could rot and fall out!"

Grimacing at the prospect, Ichigo turned to the healer and smiled softly. "I doubt I have a cavity."

"But –" Her eyes widened when he placed his index finger against her lips to silence her.

"Inoue, don't worry about me. I'll be fine," he murmured, his lips curving into a small smile.

Blushing, Orihime averted her gaze. Even after dating for nearly a year, her heart raced with the briefest of glances and her knees turned to jelly with the smallest smile. She was head over heels in love with the man in front of her and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"But Kurosaki-kun, what if –"

She trailed off when he gently, but firmly, pressed his lips to hers, his hands gripping her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she curled her hands around the fabric of his shirt. Her heart racing, she stood on her tiptoes in order to get closer to him. Leaning into the kiss, Ichigo inhaled the light floral scent that wafted around his girlfriend. Wrapping his arms around her small waist, he pulled her closer, his lips brushing teasingly over hers.

"Can't you two get a room?"

At the sound of the irritated voice, the couple broke apart, their faces a brilliant red as they stared at Karin. Rather embarrassed at being caught, Orihime buried her face in Ichigo's shirt as Ichigo rested his chin on top of her head.

"You don't have to watch us, you know," he said sullenly.

"Like I would ever want to. You two are so lovey-dovey lately you're going to give me a cavity," grumbled Karin as she walked past them before plopping down onto the couch.

Smiling sheepishly at his girlfriend, Ichigo brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.

Maybe he should go to the dentist after all.