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Prompt: Crack
Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls
Pairing: Boomer x Bubbles
Genre: Romance.
Rating: T [suggestive themes]
Age: 23 years old
Point of View: First Person
Other: Their eyes and heads are normal and they have all appendages; They're married.
One hundred and thirty-seven.
That's how many cracks there were in the ceiling of the beach house we'd rented.
I focused my navy blue eyes and felt my pupils dilate, decreasing in size. It seemed I've miscounted. There was one more crack on the lower right corner of the ceiling. That made it one hundred and thirty-eight.
One hundred and thirty-eight cracks in the ceiling.
My eyes increased to its normal size as the beauty beside me stirred in her sleep. Her luminous blonde hair was let out of their usual pigtails and fanned out behind her on the white pillow. I smiled softly as I noted that her soft, cherubic skin was covered with a light sheen of sweat from the actions we'd just partaken in.
My smile turned rueful as I realized she would never be able to take back what happened.
The innocence that had made her so endearing, so untouchable, was gone.
No longer was she pure.
"You worry too much Boomie. I've told you before, I want this," she had said, moments before. "I want to share everything with you and this is one of them."
I sighed as images from the night before flooded my brain.
Skin on skin meshing together, trying to lose any and all space in between.
My lips on hers, bruising as they danced hungrily without relief.
Her hands roaming my body and leaving scratches on my back.
My hands roaming her body intimately; exploring every crevice, discovering every secret.
Our cries of pleasure as we became one.
There were one hundred and thirty-eight cracks in the ceiling, but that didn't matter.
What mattered was how they got there.