It’s just sex, she reminds herself.
Rukia hisses, arching off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. Ichigo’s hands are large and hot and good as he touches her, dragging his palms beneath her dress, up her thighs, past her hip bones. He breathes her name, sloppily, sucking and biting her sensitive earlobe.
Her arms are around his back, hands
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This is very well-written, my fellow comrade. The way you wrote it is nice and subtle, too, which is a nice contrast to Rukia's need to be rough in bed. Kudos! <3
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Thanks, I always try to make things subtle, I don't like "telling" things in a story, I want the reader to decide for themselves. Thanks for the feedback, it means a lot.
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