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The distinctive sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the moonlit room, accompanied by moans muffled by her face pressed into his pillow. Her sweat-dampened hair splayed across the cool white linen pillowcase like inky rivulets of silk. From his viewpoint, he could see beads of perspiration on her back, glistening like brilliant crystals adorning her porcelain skin, like the stars in the sky she loves gazing into.. Like the stars he sees reflected in her sparkling, jewel-like eyes when he gazes into them. She is his stars and sky – so luminous and volatile, yet soft and tangible.. So deep and infinite, she surrounds him yet feels light years away; she takes his breath like the vacuum of space.
His attention is brought back to her walls clamping down all around him. He uses his weight to push himself into her constricting space. He tightens his grip on her hips as he increases his speed, his need. Both of their backs arch as they come, panting filling the silence once occupied by action.
Grudgingly, he removes himself from her warmth, taking off the condom and tying a knot in it. In the corner of his eye, he spots a couple of used condoms on the floor. He makes a mental note to put them with the rest of their brethren littering his waste basket, and then to dispose of the evidence before his old man finds them. He chastises himself for being unusually careless.
She watches him as he rips open another wrapper to put a new condom on.
"Ichigo, can I at least have a minute?" she asks, incredulously.
"Rukia, I've waited at least 17 months.. It took me too long to realize it," he replies.
She rolls her eyes as he climbs back into bed and takes a moment to regard her once more, soaking in the sight of her before he awakens from this dream. Her expression is much like the one she wore when she restored his powers during the battle with Kuugo Ginjou – her smile so demure, it was borderline mischievous.. The windows to her soul swirled with such depth in color, they looked like heavenly galaxies; if he died drowning in them, he'd die happily.
She cocks an eyebrow as she takes in his stare. He shakes his head to bring him back to earth and chuckles, thinking how well the stars had aligned for them to be together again. He looms over her and smiles into their kiss.
A/N: I think there's something to be said about leaving a lot to one's imagination. I hope this successfully walked the fine line between depicting a clear situation and allowing the reader to have creative authority. Sorry if I was too vague in writing, or too confusing, but I strongly encourage every person - reader or writer - to let their minds play in open endings. It's more fun that way, don't you think?
In any case, thanks for reading!