Sometimes she wondered if he thought of her just as fragile as a porcelain, china doll—breakable, under the gentlest of touches. At least from how he looked at her from time to time.

His eyes widened as he waited. His one hand, entangled to one of hers, gripping her fingers; trying to comfort her without so many words spoken.

She could see it in his eyes.

She could see him flinch when she gasped, her back arched, just a few milliseconds after he entered. Which is... odd. It was her that was being split in half—why did he look at her with such a pained expression?

It was as if the thought of hurting her also hurt him in the process.

Holding her breath, she tried to ignore both the dulling pain between her legs and the tears slowly running down her cheeks, giving it the best she could do to close the distance between them and softly kiss his lips, putting her other hand on his chest. Slowly, he returned her kiss. This is how she coaxed him open; with her gentle touches, her honest sounds of desire. This is also how she could, almost literally, have him in the palm of her hand. He would never grant this power to anyone but her.

So she tightened her grip on his hand.

And then, then he began to move.

Fin.

Because I think, in canon, Ichigo will definitely freak out whenever he thinks Orihime is hurt because of him, even on this kind of... um, occasion.

Criticism are welcomed.