This one has almost nothing to do with the prompt, but it was fun to write. Ichigo's POV.

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I touched you, and you chuckled softly, responding with a soft kiss on my neck. The moonlight illuminated us both lying on my bed, legs tangled and shirts tossed carelessly on the floor. For a brief moment, I wondered what this would look like to an outsider- a fellow shinigami or Vizard, perhaps. What would Rukia say? What would that brat Hiyori say?

"Tell me what you're thinking about, Ichigo," you whispered into my neck, kissing it again. I shivered.

"N-nothing," I responded weakly.

"Really."

I tried distracting myself from the lips caressing my neck by watching the moonlight dance on my bedroom walls. I then tried focusing on the steady sound of my breathing, before your mouth reached my chest and the sensation became too much to ignore.

"Shinji…"