[Oh. Well. Loosening up a little then. But just enough for Ichigo to be able to breathe. Any more and Shiro feels like he'd slip away. Really, Shiro was the only one who could take everything Ichigo had to give. The pain and the pleasure. Took it and took it happily, and gave it back in turn.
The fingers feel good on his scalp, his long hair falling over both of them as their lips touch and they connect. Actions speak so much louder than words. Words had finesse, and tact, but action had power. It helped that the pair of them could communicate wordlessly, of course, but their lips, quivering and warm against each other, did most of the talking.
I know you will. I trust you.
Because even when they did go home (when, not if), they would do their job. They would win. And then? Ichigo would find a way for them to be together like this again.]
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Date: 2011-08-28 08:04 am (UTC)The fingers feel good on his scalp, his long hair falling over both of them as their lips touch and they connect. Actions speak so much louder than words. Words had finesse, and tact, but action had power. It helped that the pair of them could communicate wordlessly, of course, but their lips, quivering and warm against each other, did most of the talking.
I know you will. I trust you.
Because even when they did go home (when, not if), they would do their job. They would win. And then? Ichigo would find a way for them to be together like this again.]