Hello, all. It is I, Nekoei, returning from a two year long hiatus. I've been occupied with working and school, but now it is Winter Break, and I have the time to write creatively.

This is my first attempt at a Bleach fanfiction, but not my first lemon. I gladly welcome constructive criticism, as I do not currently have a Beta. If you'd like to be my Beta, please private message me.

Just to warn you, there is a lot of explicit detail in this story. And I mean that shit. If you're not eighteen or older, or you're very prudish, do not read this. It is not for your innocent eyes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in any way, shape, or form. I stand to gain nothing from publishing this fanfiction. Well, except for peddling my naughtiness to the masses.

Now, it is time to go on with the show. Enjoy.

Chapter One

Neliel Tu Odelschwanck was lying in her new, somewhat temporary bed. To be more specific, it was Ichigo's bed. She'd been sleeping in it, and Ichigo would sleep on the couch. Neliel felt a bit bad about this, but Ishiin-san had insisted that she take Ichigo's bed. If she were being honest, Nelliel had to admit that she liked the idea of snuggling in the sheets Ichigo slept in regularly.

Light streamed through the window to her right, needling against her eyelids. Heaving a sigh, Neliel threw an arm over her face to shut out the brightness. Finding the position uncomfortable, she rolled onto her left side and closed her eyes.

"There's nothing to do," she remarked quietly, sighing again. "I wish Ichigo would hurry up and come home. How long does it take humans to learn, honestly?"

The Winter War was over, and had been over for a month now. Aizen was locked up somewhere in the Soul Society, and his minions were dead. Everyone involved had gone back to their normal lives, which meant that Ichigo and his friends had to return to their schooling. Neliel had been spared imprisonment by the Central Forty Six due to her assistance during the war and constant display of loyalty to the hero of the war, Kurosaki Ichigo.

Ichigo, her Ichigo. Neliel had been thrilled to her core when Ichigo had invited her to stay with him as long as she wanted. Admittedly, she had gotten her hopes up, thinking he meant something more. So far, Ichigo hadn't so much as touched her since they'd arrived in the Living World. It goes without saying that Neliel was feeling lonely, sexually frustrated, and bored.

Neliel heaved yet another sigh and decided to slink out of bed. She had been toying with the idea of taking a nice, hot shower to dispel the dull cloud that had settled over her. Ishiin-san had shown her how to operate a shower and told her where the towels and wash cloths were.

Sitting up, the former Tres Espada swung her long, shapely legs off the side of the bed. She braced herself against the mattress and propelled her body upward. And she then proceeded to immediately fall flat on her face.

After the war, Neliel had maintained her adult form, and hadn't become quite reacquainted with it yet. She was rather, er, top heavy and was not accustomed to her long limbs.

"Ugh," Neliel huffed, voice muffled by the carpet. "Why did I even bother to try?" The green-haired beauty placed her arms beneath her heavy torso and got into a sitting position. Next, she shifted her legs into a crouching stance and stood shakily.

"Life's a struggle, huh?" a low, masculine voice inquired.

Neliel's head snapped up and her amber gaze fell upon Ichigo, leaning against the bedroom door. Her sun kissed face flushed a light pink, and she began to stutter out her reply. Ichigo waved away her attempts to explain, and scowled softly at her.

"What were you trying to do, anyway?" Ichigo wondered, almost to himself. Neliel knew it was a rhetorical question, but she answered anyway.

"I wanted to take a shower, but my body did not want to cooperate. It seems to still be glitchy, even after a month."

Ichigo chuckled, and held out his hand to her, which she took. A darker blush crept up into her cheeks, and she turned her gaze elsewhere.

"Come on, Bambi," the orange haired teen mumbled. "You'll never get stronger if you stay in bed all day. It's like you're a former coma patient; you need to exercise your limbs if you expect them to work."

Neliel followed him out of the bedroom, and down the hall. His stern words did not penetrate her thoughts; she chose to focus on the fact that he held her hand in his. The coloring in her cheeks intensified tenfold, and Neliel had to take a deep, calming breath.

"He's so warm," she thought dazedly. Her eyes were half lidded as she gazed at the back of his shaggy head. Neliel was glad that he hadn't cut it after the war; she liked the way his orange tresses framed his face. "Gah! Stop thinking that way, Neliel!" she scolded herself mentally, looking at the ceiling to distract herself.

Abruptly, Neliel collided softly with Ichigo's back. He had stopped moving in front of her. She stood on her tiptoes and looked over his shoulder; he had brought her to the bathroom.

"This is where you wanted to be, right?" Ichigo inquired, looking back at her. Neliel nodded slowly, too busy taking in the deep brown of his eyes. "Well, go ahead and get settled. I will grab you some towels and shampoo for your shower." Ichigo then maneuvered around her and disappeared down the hall to the linen closet.

Neliel stood for a moment; letting her brain catch up to what he had told her to do. She blinked owlishly, and then stumbled into the bathroom. It was medium sized, with a double sink, toilet and walk in shower stall. Slowly, she walked to the shower and slid the glass door open.

"Such an odd contraption," she muttered, and turned the two knobs just like Ishiin-san showed her. Water immediately spouted from the showered head, some of it hitting Neliel. She jerked away from the too warm water, and her rear bumped into something hard.

Whipping around, Neliel came face to face with a pained looked Ichigo. She apologized hastily, and took a step backwards from him. Ichigo remained silent, still wincing, and held out the towels and shampoo to her. Neliel took them and thanked him quietly, her head bowed. The scowling youth stared at her for a moment, before turning on his heel and leaving the bathroom. He had closed the door behind him.

Neliel draped the towels on a rack next to the shower stall, and set the shampoo on a shelf inside. She carefully shed the shirt and basketball shorts she had borrowed from Ichigo, and folded them. After placing them on the closed toilet, Neliel gingerly stepped into the hot spray of water.

"Hmm, that's nice," she hummed softly, letting the heated water relax her tense muscles. She absently reached for the bottle of mint scented shampoo, and squirted some in her hands. Ishiin-san had shown her how to wash her hair, as well. Neliel began to lather her long, sea foam hair and detangle the wavy tresses. As she did, her mind wandered back to Ichigo.

He had actually held her hand! A smile graced Neliel's small lips, and she paused in her task, basking in the memory. There was nothing that could ever please her more than the feeling of his skin touching hers. Smiling still, she slowly continued on with washing her hair, and then washing her mask for good measure. Once she deemed it clean enough, Neliel stuck her head under the water to rinse out the shampoo.

Again, her thoughts returned to the object of her affection. Ichigo, her Ichigo. This time, however, she pondered his hard body, and the way it had felt against her behind, just minutes before. A warm blush spread through her body, making the already steamy shower almost unbearably hot.

"Such a hard, nicely formed body," Neliel thought wantonly, grabbing the bar of soap from its dish. She took a wash cloth and lathered it up until it was nice and soapy. Replacing the bar of soap, Neliel began to wash her body.

Deciding to indulge herself, she let her eyes close as she scrubbed her arms and shoulders. She imagined it were Ichigo's rough, calloused hands on her skin, caressing her. Her hands wandered down to her ample breasts, and began to massage the soft, plump flesh. Again, she pictured in her mind's eye that it was Ichigo's large hands kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples.

At this point, Neliel's entire body was flushed and incredibly heated. Eyes still closed, she allowed her free hand to drift down to the apex of her thighs. Her fingers briefly brushed over her small patch of fluffy curls, before venturing further down. She widened her stance, and then parted her lower lips, using her index and ring finger. Her middle finger dipped into her moist, hot core, causing her to shudder involuntarily.

Neliel began to slowly finger herself, silently wishing it were Ichigo's long, nimble fingers instead. She tilted the tip of her finger backwards and massaged her g-spot in slow, languid strokes. The coil in her lower torso was tightening further and further.

After a few minutes, she removed her slick digit from its current sheath and instead placed it on her clit. The little bundle of nerves was already sensitized from her ministrations, so it didn't take much more stimulation for her to bring herself to the brink of orgasm. She began stroking the bud softly, teasing herself into a dizzy of pleasure. Steadily, she picked up the pace, pressing down harder on her clit.

Using the hand clutching her wash cloth, Neliel braced herself against the shower wall. Her middle finger was now moving frantically, rubbing her clit in fast circles. Neliel was desperately close to coming undone, her breath coming in pants and moans. Once more, she imagined Ichigo touching her most intimate of places. That was all it took.

Neliel came hard, shouting out her release, white lights bursting behind her eyelids. She threw her head back and let the waves of pleasure crash through her body, making her legs tremble. Her warm, slick fluids coated her fingers, and what little didn't, drizzled down the insides of her thighs. Neliel kept rubbing her clit, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible. Once she finally came down from her self-induced high, she turned around and leaned against the wall.

"Gods, that was…wow." Neliel intoned under her breath, fluttering her eyes open. Her breath finally caught, she reached for the soap again and re-lathered her wash cloth. Hastily, as the water was cooling off, Neliel scrubbed her body clean, paying special attention to her pussy. She rinsed herself off quickly, turned the water off and stepped out of the shower stall.

Cool air hit her body, making her shiver and her nipples harden, and she immediately grabbed one of the fluffy towels. Once it was wrapped securely around her body, Neliel took the second one Ichigo had given her and used it to dry her hair. With this, she took her time, so as to prevent tangles and elf locks.

Vaguely, Neliel hummed a human song to herself, one she had learned quite recently. "Don't you want to come with me? Don't you want to feel my bones on your bones?" she crooned softly as she pinned her hair up atop her head.

She picked up her clothes, and opened the bathroom door. Her eyes wandered over the hallway; no one was there. Quick as a flash, she was in Ichigo's bedroom and had the door closed behind her. Neliel sighed, and then walked forward into the room. She dropped her borrowed clothes on the floor, along with her towel and started rummaging through Ichigo's closet for a new set of clothing.

Eventually, Neliel decided on a long sleeved graphic tee and a pair of gym shorts. She dressed swiftly and then set about picking up her towels and clothes. After placing them in the dirty clothes hamper, Neliel momentarily considered getting back in bed. Then, she remembered Ichigo's scolding of her earlier, and decided to venture downstairs. Perhaps Karin and Yuzu were home, and Yuzu would want to brush Neliel's hair.

Neliel smiled at the thought and exited the room, ready to try her hand at navigating the stairs again.

Why, hello there. How do you like it so far? Did you enjoy Neliel's brief scene of self-induced pleasure? Neliel isn't too out of character, is she? I tried to keep Ichigo as surly as possible, but as we all know, he does have a soft spot for Neliel.

Anyhow, I know this wasn't a cliff hanger ending. I did that on purpose. I hate being left hanging, so I don't do that to others. However, there is more to come. That little bit of shower fun was just a warm up. Hotter, more detailed scenes are on their way!

Please review, dear readers. I need input!