Just a quick heads-up to everyone: I changed the rating from M to T because I originally wrote out the lemon scene but cut it because it was too extreme. LuvleeCookieChan happily edited the clean version, so thanks to her, chapter two was possible!

A/N: I was just thinking about Ichigo and Orihime's wedding day and honeymoon. So why not write about? This story wasn't really inspired by any song, but I did decide to name it Vows for the symbolism.

Description: Orihime is happy! She has the ring, the wedding, the man she loves, and she'll go on the honeymoon of her dreams! But there's one little thing bothering her... She has to consummate her marriage! Two-shot!

Title: Vows

Pairing: Ichigo/Orihime (Of course!)

Disclaimer: I don't own it! Okay! I don't on Bleach! Geez!

Orihime paced back and forth in the bedroom. She rung her hands over and over again in sweaty circles. The woman stared down at the vast, square cut diamond on her ring finger.


Orihime looked up and saw Yuzu poking her head through the door. Orihime waved her inside the room, followed by Karin.

"How are you holding up?" Yuzu asked.

Orihime nodded. "I'm fine, really!" She gave an unconvincing smiled.

Of course she wasn't fine. Two of her bridesmaids weren't there yet. There was a mishap with the caterers. And then there was the daunting task of a certain activity that needed to be done on her honeymoon.

Yuzu sighed and held her shoulders to stop her pacing. "It's going to be alright, Orihime! You wanted this all your life. And now you're marrying the man of your dreams. My brother!"

Karin snorted in the back and Yuzu gave her a mean look. The light brown haired twin sat Orihime down on the bed. "Now," she started, "repeat after me. I am going to put on that dress," Yuzu pointed to the dress hanging in the zipped bridal garment bag.

"I am going to put on that dress..."

"And I'm going to walk down that aisle."

Orihime hesitated, and Yuzu gave her a stern look. "And I'm going to walk down that aisle..."

"And marry the man I love."

Orihime stood up and stared out the window. She could still see the workers setting up the chairs and decorations on the field outside.

Orihime turned to the twins sharply, and smiled brightly. "I'm going to marry the man that I fell in love with!" She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm getting married today!"


Ichigo tugged on the sleeves of his cotton shirt.

Keigo poured the scotch into five small, square cut glasses. He passed one cup to Chad, Ishida, Mizuiro, and Ichigo, and kept one for himself.

"Here goes nothing!" Keigo announced before he downed the drink.

Chad grunted and the rest knocked it back the same way.

Ichigo, on the other hand, stared into his cup. There was a single ice cube floating on the edge around the brown liquid.

Keigo clapped Ichigo hard on his back. "Today's the day! Drink up!"

"Keigo," he sighed. He really wasn't in the mood for hitting him today. "You know I hardly drink."

"Well you better start!" Keigo heard Ishida tsk in the background. "You have your work cut out for you!"

Mizuiro sat down and taped away on his phone. "He's right, Ichigo. You do have some work ahead of you."

"Tell me Kurosaki," Keigo wrapped his arm around Ichigo's neck. "How long has it been since you had sex now?"

Ichigo groaned. " Keigo, not this again."

Ishida snorted.

"You really surprised us with this one. A virgin! Can you believe it? A virgin!"

"It's not as bad as you think, guys. Really."

"So in the three years you knew the girl." Keigo rolled the cube of ice around in his empty cup. "And in the two you dated her. You guys never had sex!"

"Shut up, Keigo. It's not like you get any anyway," Ichigo sneered back.

"Ha! You should be the last to talk!"

Ichigo lifted his fist at Keigo. "I'm warning you..." Chad placed a heavy hand on Ichigo's shoulder and shook his head. Chad was right. Even if it would take two seconds, it wasn't worth the energy to kick Keigo's ass.

Ichigo ran a hand through his spiky hair and sat down on the ivory couch behind him. "Hand me a drink," he sighed.

Keigo poured him a fresh drink. All the men stood and lifted a glass in the air and knocked back the scotch.

"Damn," Ichigo mumbled. "That's strong."


"We're here!" Chizuru shouted as she busted through the door.

"Quiet down, will ya?" Tatsuki said as she walked through the door after her.

"Hime!" Chizuru sang as she saw Orihime standing in her robe. She was about to jump on top of her with the intentions of a hug, but Tatsuki grabbed her collar before she could move.

"Don't even think about it today, Chizuru. I'm watching you."

Orihime let out a deep sigh. Finally, her fourth and third bridesmaids were here.

"Your hair looks nice," Tatsuki said as she crossed the room and hugged her best friend.

"Thanks. Yuzu and Karin did it. Isn't it lovely!" Orihime pushed a thin strand of tangerine behind her ear.

Yuzu and Karin did an amazing job. The front was pinned up to the top of her head, and then cascaded down her back in bouncy burnt-orange curls. On the top of the curls, were small cream colored flowers.

"Me and Chizuru have our dresses, we need to go get dressed. We'll be back!" Tatsuki dragged Chizuru out the room and down the hall to the girl's bathroom.

When they came back, the four bridesmaids lined up in a row. They all wore black, taffeta, satin dresses. They had thin spaghetti straps and a golden sash wrapped around their waist, and they all held a small white bouquet. Yuzu had a diamond pin clipped to her sash, because she was the maid of honor.

"Oh!" Orihime cried. "You all look perfect!"

"Orihime," Tatsuki groaned. "You're the only one I would wear heels for."

The girls laughed. Even though Tatsuki hated formalwear, she looked good in a dress.

"Okay!" Yuzu cheered. "It's time to get you in your dress!"

Orihime died a little inside. She loved the dress, she really did. But putting it on made things real.

"Here we go!" Yuzu stated as she zipped the garment bag down. In a flurry, a rush of fabric tumbled out the opening of the bag.

The women held their breaths as Karin help Yuzu lay the dress down on a clean white sheet.

Orihime readjusted her garter and slipped on her shoes.

The twins held open the dress on the ground as Tatsuki and Chizuru walked Orihime into the circle of silky fabric.

The woman glided the dress up Orihime's body. The helped to tie the corset down in the back. After a moment of tugging and pulling, the bridesmaids stepped back to look at their work and gasped.

"Wow," they all said at the same time and giggled.

"You guys!" Orihime whined. "How do I look?"

Karin spoke first. "Like our mom."

"Oh no!" Yuzu squeaked and fanned at her eyes. "My makeup. Does anyone have a tissue?"

"Orihime," Tatsuki walked up to her guided her to the full length mirror. "You look incredible."

Orihime eyes widened. It felt just like the first time she brought the dress, but... better. It was a large ball gown dress with a embellished strapless sweetheart neckline. It cradled her rather large breast, and it smoothed down on her waist in a straight, silky silhouette and puffed out in a flurry of complete white.

She was a virgin after all.

Orihime was pretty sure she would never, ever wear a more beautiful dress.

Orihime started to fan her hand at her eyes too. She was going to cry!

"Orihime!" Yuzu exclaimed. "Don't cry! You'll ruin your makeup!"

"I'm sorry guys! I just can't believe this is all happening!" Yuzu dabbed a tissue at Orihime's eyes.

"It's okay, Hime." Chizuru said as she rubbed her back. Chizuru knew not to start any funny business after Tatsuki roughed her up.

While they were slipping Orihime's white, fingerless gloves, there was a light knock at the door and Isshin's head poked out between the crack. "You ladies read- Oh, Orihime!" He strolled through and gave her a tight hug. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," she giggled, "dad!"

"Oh! I always wanted three daughters!" Isshin cried out.

Yuzu pushed her dad away. "Wait, wait! There are still a few traditions that we need to take care of."

"It doesn't matter if I see her, Yuzu." Isshin huffed. "I'm not the groom!"

"Not that one! I'm talking about the oldest one in the book!" She ran over to a dresser and produced a wooden box with intricate designs. "Something old," she whispered.

"Something new!" Karin chimed in.

"Something borrowed!" Chizuru smiled.

Tatsuki rolled her eyes. "And something blue."

"Well..." Orihime twirled in her giant dress. "This dress in new. And... Oh! I have something blue!" Orihime pointed to the two blue hair pins on the nightstand. Chizuru handed them to Tatsuki and she slipped them into the top of Orihime's hair where the rest of the small white flowers were.

"It's the pins that Sora gave to me when I was little. He always did want to walk me down the aisle. It was the least I could do for him."

The group smiled at her in admiration.

"Hey!" Chizuru exclaimed. "But what about something old and borrowed?"

"All ready got that covered!" Yuzu, with the wooden box still in her hands, walked over to Orihime. Karin opened the box lid and inside was a teardrop diamond necklace.

"It was our mother's." Karin explained.

"No, I couldn't-"

"We both agreed that you could wear it. It would look the best on you anyway!" Yuzu smiled and watched as Isshin seized the necklace and placed it in it's rightful place around Orihime's neck.

The chain fell perfectly on Orihime's neckline, and the diamond hung loosely and dipped down into her cleavage.

Isshin struggled to breath. "You are completely, and utterly exquisite."

"Thank you," Orihime whispered as she fingered the diamond. "All of you! Really, I couldn't have asked for more. I'm so... I'm so..."

"She going to cry again!" someone shouted.

Before she knew it, a tissue was at her eye again.

"Okay guys! I think that covers the old and borrowed!"

"Wait, the veil!"

The women and Isshin watched as Yuzu clipped the long veil over and behind Orihime's hair and back.

They all took a step back. She looked like a princess.

The door swung open and Orihime's aunt walked in. "We're rea- Orihime, you look amazing!"


The men and women stood in a straight line in front of Orihime.

"Here," Tatsuki handed Orihime her cascading golden, white, and eggshell bouquet.

"Thanks," Orihime mouthed. She didn't want to show it, but her hands were shaking so bad.

Yuzu walked over and placed a dab of gloss on Orihime's lips. "Just a little touch up," she whispered.

Orihime nodded and smiled back. She was so frightened.

The doors opened to the garden and Orihime took a deep breath.

One by one, she watched Karin and Chad walk down the aisle, arm in arm. Then Chizuru and Mizuiro, Tatsuki and Keigo, then the best man and maid of honor, Yuzu and Ishida.

Finally, it was her turn. It all came down to this. Orihime wanted to scream, to pull her hair out, to do anything but walk through those doors.

What if she fell? What if she finally got up there and forgot her vows? What if-?

The soft harp music started to play. It was her cue.

Orihime squeezed her eyes tightly. She could hear everyone standing up and waiting eagerly to see the "blushing bride".

Orihime opened her eyes and stepped out into the morning light. Her hands shook wildly as she took another step.

Her heart thumped in her chest.

Keep your chin up, she thought, as she took another step.

Orihime looked up and stopped dead in her tracks.

From across the garden their eyes connected. His deep amber eyes pierced her smoky gray ones. He was there. Standing at the sparkling altar looking as handsome as ever.

Orihime continued to step down the aisle. She heard people gasp with "wows" and "oohs" and "ahhs".

It didn't matter.

Nothing mattered.

It was him. And her.

As each step shortened the distance between, all she wanted to do was drop the flowers, forget everything, and run to him.

At the altar, Ichigo reached out his hand, and Orihime took it.

His large hand enveloped her partially gloved ones.

Ichigo pulled her onto the altar a step at a time, and everyone sat back down.

Orihime swallowed hard. This was it!

"We are gathered together to celebrate the beautiful and everlasting love of Ichigo and Orihime..." The priest continued his monologue, but Orihime drowned him out.

"You look absolutely beautiful," Ichigo whispered to her.

Orihime bit her lip. They shouldn't be talking! What if they got caught. "Thanks. As do you," she whispered back.

"At this time, I'll ask you, Ichigo, and you, Orihime, to face each other and take each other's hands." The priest gave them a stern look.

Ichigo grasped Orihime's hands tightly.

"They will now exchange their vows," the priest announced.

Ichigo cleared his throat, and stood up straighter. "Orihime. When I first met you, I knew I wanted to protect you. I knew that I wanted to keep you safe and to love you. I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what." Ichigo inhaled sharply. "Your beauty, heart, and mind inspire me to be the best person I can be. I promise to love you for eternity, respecting you, honoring you, being faithful to you, and sharing my life with you. This is my solemn vow."

Orihime beamed and took a deep breath. "Ichigo. I could never love anyone other then you. I knew, from the moment I met you, that I would want to grow old by your side as your love and best friend." Orihime's voice became thicker. "I promise to love you in good times and in bad, when life seems easy and when it seems hard, when our love is simple, and when it is an effort." Ichigo lifted his hand and effortlessly wiped away an escaped tear. "I love you Ichigo, so much. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you. I'll try my hardest to always help you find your way home. This is my solemn vow."

There was a moment of silence in the crowd as they soaked in the lovely words.

Ichigo bent his neck and kissed Orihime on the lips.

The priest taped Ichigo on the shoulder in amusement. "We're not exactly there yet, Mr. Kurosaki."

The crowd laughed.

"I know," Ichigo mumbled in annoyance as he gave Orihime a quick peak on the lips again. "I just wanted to kiss her once last time as my fiancée."

The priest nodded and carried on about the symbolism of the rings. Ichigo's distant cousin walked over, a little off balance on her child-like toes, she raised the cushion over her head and stared up a Ichigo.

"Thanks, Nel," he whispered as he grabbed Orihime's band off of the pillow.

Neliel turned towards Orihime, and she took the other ring off of the pillow too.

The priest raised his hands. "We will now exchange the rings!"

Ichigo held her fingerless gloved hand and slowly slid the golden band onto her finger. He said the words she longed to hear from him since she met him. "As a token of my everlasting love, with this ring, I thee wed."

Orihime took her turn and glided Ichigo's ring on his finger, and said the same words. Her face was so red! "As a token of my everlasting love, with this ring, I thee wed."

The priest smirked at Ichigo and nodded his head in content. "Ichigo, you may now kiss your bride."

Ichigo stared down into Orihime's smoldering eyes. They danced around in a smoky fusion.

Ichigo cupped both sides of her face and bowed his head down to her's. At first, his kiss was light and easy, he pulled back a centimeter, then dove back in with hard determination and ferocity.

They parted and the crowd cheered.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I introduce to you, for the first time as husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Ichigo Kurosaki!"

The crowd stood and clapped, even a few whistles were blown through the crowd. Ichigo walked down the altar's steps and grabbed Orihime's waist and carried her down with him.

They walked hand and hand down the aisle.


"Everyone! Would you please put your hands together, and give a warm welcome to Mr. and Mrs. Kurosaki!"

Ichigo and Orihime walked into the reception hall together as their family and friends cheered them on.

The couple came back for the grand hall after taking pictures with the wedding party during the cocktail hour.

The groom lead his wife onto the dance floor where the music began to play for them. It was going to be their first dance as husband and wife.

Ichigo gave a bow and offered his hand. "May I have this dance?"

The bride gave a curtsy in her large white dress. "Why thank, I'd love to dance," she kidded.

Orihime stood tall and placed her left arm on Ichigo's shoulder. He set his right hand on her left hip, and his left hand gently grasped her right hand and held it up so that both of their arms were bent upward from the elbow.

As the music continued to play, Ichigo guided Orihime on the dance floor. He lead with every step and Orihime followed. His movements were smooth and velvety, like liquid. Orihime could never dance, so she relied on Ichigo for the support. She never told him, but she always secretly thought he danced like Fred Astaire.

"Why did you stop?" Ichigo whispered when he moved his left foot back.

Orihime stepped her right foot forward. "Huh?"

Orihime quickly regained her smile, as people clicked away on their cameras.

"You hesitated when you were walking down the aisle." Ichigo smiled his white and dazzling smile. "Getting cold feet?" he joked.

"Oh!" Orihime blushed. "That! I was, um..." she looked up into his amber eyes. "I saw you... and I remembered why I went through this whole stressful process."

Ichigo sniggered. "That's my line!"

As their movements became more of a sway then an actual dance, Orihime encircled her arms around Ichigo's neck, and he wrapped his right arm around Orihime's hips until it reached her backside.

Ichigo kissed his wife, sighed into her hair and smiled. "You look stunning by the way."

"Thank you," Orihime replied and rested her head on his chest. "You look just as handsome."

The music died down and everyone clapped again.

Ichigo walked Orihime to the long rectangular table where the bridesmaids and groomsmen sat.

Ichigo helped her into her chair and sat in his own. Their families and friends socialized over the appetizers and hors d'oeuvres.

The first course finally came with white gloved service. Orihime's plate came fully of steamy deliciousness. She ordered the stuffed mushrooms with steak and baby greens.

Ichigo ordered the rack of lamb with mint basil pesto.

"Here," Ichigo said with his fork stacked with meat and green pesto.

Orihime swallowed the lamb and swooned. "It's so good," she mumbled and gave her husband another kiss.

Tatsuki suddenly nudged Orihime in the arm.

"Huh? What is it, Tatsuki?" Orihime asked.

"Why is he here?" Tatsuki pointed with her fork.

Orihime looked up at the man with spiky red hair in a tight low ponytail.

"I think that's Ren-"

"I know his name!" Tatsuki whispered infuriated. "I want to know why he's here!"

"Oh! I think he's a friend of Ichigo's. Would you like to meet him?" Orihime asked hopefully.

"I've already have," Tatsuki grumbled. "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back..."

The night went by fast. There was more dancing and Ichigo and Orihime made a toast, thanking everyone for being there. All two hundred of them.

Before she knew it, they were standing at the cake. The beautiful six tiered cake with elaborate white piping and golden shimmers. Not to mention the large black and gold trimmed box on the third to last layer.

Orihime jumped around inside. She picked out the cake! It was one of the things that Yuzu let her do. It was a marble cake, her favorite!

Ichigo sliced one small square and slapped it onto a square plate. Ichigo broke off a chunk with his fingers and slowly fed Orihime the sweet morsel.

Orihime, feeling mischievous, smash her portion of cake all around Ichigo's mouth. The crowd went wild with approval.

Ichigo laughed because he knew it was coming, and tried to kiss his wife with the smeared dessert still on his face.

When the clamor died down and faces were cleaned, it was time for speeches.

This was the moment that Orihime absolutely dreaded.

Ishida stood up at the table and held a microphone in his hands. "Okay! So as the best-man, it's my duty to give a speech. I'm Ichigo's best friend and associate. And... it has been a while!" The crowd laughed, and Ishida readjusted his glasses. "I just want to start out by saying thank you to the groom's family for making this all possible for the lovely new couple. Everyone looks great! Orihime, you look absolutely stunning! Even Aunt Megumi in the rather large, hot pink hat." The crowd giggled again. "I could stand up here and tell you all about some embarrassing story of Ichigo's... Nah! Who am I kidding? Once, Ichigo and I were at..."

Ishida went on with his story, keeping the crowd entertained and happy. It wasn't as bad as Orihime had originally thought. She guessed that she watched too many movies.

"... All in all, Ichigo is a great man. And I know he'll make an even better husband. He's loyal, strong and nice and headstrong, and hardheaded!" The crowd laughed again. "But! I know he'll make Orihime, his beautiful bride, very happy."

Ishida raised his champagne glass in the air. "A toast for the happy couple. To Ichigo and Orihime!"

"To Ichigo and Orihime!" The crowd repeated.

Orihime blushed and Ichigo gave his friend a hug.

Up next was Yuzu.

She took the microphone and danced in place. "I have waited for my Ichi to marry since forever! And to someone as beautiful to Orihime! I would like to thank everyone for coming. You've all come from far and wide to celebrate this wonderful day!" Yuzu took a deep breath and smiled down at Orihime. "When I first met Orihime, I knew we would hit it off. We both liked the same things, we love to cook and sing and have fun. And I pulled Ichigo aside and I told him, 'don't screw this up for me!'" The crowd went wild in laughter. "Um, I have a quote by Mary Parrish. It says, 'love vanquishes time. To lovers, a moment can be eternity; eternity can be the tick of a clock.' So, what I'm saying is, Ichigo and Orihime, live life to the fullest. Have no regrets with your time together, because time vanishes fast. Thank you."

More hugs and cheers, and afterwards the dancing started again.

Ichigo lead her onto the dance floor and they started their sway again.

Orihime looked around at all of the people around her. She watched a drunken Keigo try to talk to one of her cousins. To her left she saw Ishida dancing with girlfriend Nemu. And if she craned her neck a little, she could see her good friend Hachi by the dessert table.

"Orihime!" Yuzu tapped Orihime on the shoulder. "It's time!"

Orihime was confused. "Time for what?"

"For the bouquet tossing! Come on!" Yuzu yanked Orihime from Ichigo.

The DJ announced the event, and the dance floor cleared.

Yuzu placed Orihime in the middle of the floor and swirled her around.

"Okay girls!' Orihime said turning to look at the gathered women once more, eying the one person she wanted to catch the flowers. "Three... two... One!" Orihime tossed the bouquet behind her, high in the air.

There was a few loud rumbles and disappointed whines. Orihime hustled over in her large white dress.

She purposely tossed it in the direction of Tatsuki. And she caught it!

Tatsuki groaned.

"Tatsuki!" Orihime gasped. "You look just like a bride!"

"Yeah, well I feel like shi-"

The DJ drowned Tatsuki out with another announcement.

"It's time for the Garter toss! Let's go men!"

Orihime face went completely red. Okay, scratch the speeches. This was the moment she absolutely dreaded.

It was all Yuzu's idea! Orihime didn't want to, but after a few persuasive lectures about how the bride should enjoy every moment, she cracked.

Orihime was already sitting in a chair in front of everyone. Ichigo walked over to her and got down to his knees.

Ichigo eyed the huge fabric. "Now if only I could find the entrance!" he joked.

Orihime breathed hard. "Ichigo," she whispered and fanned her hand so he could come closer.

She whispered a few things in his ear and he nodded in understanding.

Ichigo went under. He filed through layers and layers of her dress until he finally found her leg.

Ichigo chomp down on the frilly garter with his teeth and slowly inched it down her leg.

Orihime couldn't stop giggling or blushing. It was all too much.

Ichigo finally came out with the garter in his teeth and swung it around on his index finger.

He turned towards the group of single men and sling shot it into the air in the direction of a certain someone.

Just as Orihime planned, it landed in the hands of Renji.

Yuzu went to the DJ and asked for the microphone. "As tradition. The people who catch the garter and bouquet have to dance together!"

Orihime mouthed a "sorry" to Tatsuki as she cringed at Yuzu's words.

Renji took Tatsuki's hand an they began to dance.

Orihime wasn't close enough to hear what they were saying, but Tatsuki sure didn't look happy. Orihime shrugged. One day, Tatsuki would thank her.


The night was followed by more dancing and toast from various friends.

Many guest came to Orihime and Ichigo wishing them a satisfying life and happiness, you know, all that good stuff.

It was finally time for the exit, or the "farewell," as Yuzu called it.

Orihime changed into a seashell colored dress. It had thick, wide straps and, in a way, wrapped around her body in a bandage type style. Her hair was let down completely as it tumbled down her back in a mane of burnt-orange.

Before she left the room, Yuzu stopped her. "Orihime. I know that the honeymoon is going to be so big for you. But don't stress out. Just enjoy it. Every second of it. Okay?" The woman nodded and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Orihime gave hugs to everyone and thanked everyone for coming again.

As Ichigo walked Orihime to the car, the couple was stopped by an old friend.

"Urahara!" Ichigo exclaimed and gave his family friend a hug. "I didn't know you were coming!"

"Well I made it!" Urahara turned to Orihime. "You are just breath-taking! I hope you and Ichigo have a wonderful marriage."

Orihime gave the man a hug. "Thank you."

Ichigo gave him a nod and continued to walk Orihime to the car.

He opened the door for her on one side and walk around to the other.

Orihime stared out the window and watched all the people become smaller and smaller. It was dark outside and a little chilly.


The woman turned to the man.

"Yes, husband?"

Ichigo jerk his head to the side in a "come here" gesture.

Orihime slid over on the seats and laid on him. He encircled his arms around her body.

"Orihime," he said as his lips grazed her ear. "Are you happy?"

Orihime stared up at him. "Of course I am. I will always be happy, just as long as your with me."

The man squeezed her tighter. "You're finally mine."

"But Ichigo," Orihime grinned. "I always was."

Ichigo smiled and kissed his wife deeply. "I love you," he mumbled on her lips. "I couldn't of asked for a better woman."

Orihime chuckled and sighed against him. It was him and her, and that's all she wanted.

"So will you tell me where we're going?"

"Ha!" Ichigo snuggled down in his seat. "You got to handle the wedding, and the honeymoon is all mine."

Orihime gulped. She was a virgin, and this was going to be the second biggest moment in her life.

"I love you Ichigo. I really do."

She heard him smile. "I love you too, Orihime."

"But don't stress out. Just enjoy it. Every second of it."

Yuzu was right. She didn't need to stress. She was with Ichigo, the man she loves and that was enough or her.

This story was but at the same time wasn't a challenge for me. For some odd reason, angst comes easier to me then a fluffy and lovey dovey story. I guess I'm a little backwards when it comes to writing.

The Rensuki lemon will be posted some time during this week. I'm really really really sorry for the delay!

Anyway, I'll post part 2 of Vows later on in the week, or possibly next Sunday!