As the teal-haired man flashed past the corner of her eye, Elle glanced about subtly. She had been walking through the clinical hallways of Las Noches for hours. At first, she was curing her boredom but it had later occured to her that she was actually quiet lost. Wondering aimlessly through samey white corridors, she began to almost respect Aizen for his tactful architecture, an uninvited guest would never dream of being able to casually snoop around the place. Designed to perfection.
The Arrancar heaved an echoed sigh she leant her spine against the wall, staring ahead of herself into.. more whiteness, it was almost blinding. As she stopped there, she couldn't help but feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and a familier feeling of goosebumps washed over skin. She wasn't able to make out whether it was cold or whether the man that had been following her for an hour had finally leaked a small amount of reitsu.
Feeling his presence around the corner ahead, her smile thinned into a smirk, turning her eyes to his destination, she waited for him to show himself.
A moment or two passed before the cocky Espada wheeled around the corner, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his usual sneered wiped across his features.
"You following me, eh?" He practically spat down to her, his arm sretched out above her head as his palm pushed against the wall. She was a lowly arrancar afterall. He was surpised however when the woman raised her eyes to his, piercing his own teal optics with her brown ones.
"Following you, Grimmjow-san? Why, I was under the impression you've been following me since I passed the meeting hall."
At this, Grimmjow's expression changed from angry to plain frustration. How dare she outsmart him.
"Well maybe number 13 could stop thinking herself privilaged enough to be followed by me, huh?" Aiko could tell he was annoyed, his voice level rose as he spat the last words. Intrigued by his buttons, she coyly tilted her head to one side.
"Grimmjow-san, I would never think that about you.. the Sexta Espada.." Her eyes traveled across his torso, he noticed this and scowled.
"Woman, nothin' but trouble.." He pushed off the wall sulkly and began to gruffly head down the corridor. Aiko followed him with her eyes.
"So, where were you heading?"
The Espada stopped, craning his head round to look at her, his brow creased again. "I was just.. Just.. what the fuck has it got to do with you eh?!" Frustrated at his own bluster, he turned away from her. This only made the under-ranked arrancar smile.
"Well, okay then. See you later, Grimmjow-san!" She gave him a patronising wave before going on her way.
She was about to turn down the next corridor when the Espada shoved round in front her, his face close to hers in a horrible sneer.
"You think you're really clever don't you?" He scoffed.
"Clearly, I'm frustrating you so I obviously am, number six." She spoke calmly, distain hinting in her words. Grimmjow, unable to take any backlash from anyone, especially a woman, especially a arrancar lower than himself. He pounded his fist against the white, unmarked wall beside them.
"I'll show you, bitch!" His hand reached out for her throat in an instant, fingers coiling around her small, feminine neck. Aiko felt a shudder run through her as he lifted her from the floor, the blood draining from her head, making her dizzy. Grimmjow saw this in her expression and grinned in victory as he smashed her against the wall. "No clever words this time, eh?"
She didn't answer, instead she simply stared at him. She knew that he had it in him to break her neck like a twig but she was curious, curious to see what else he might do to her. She felt his grip loosen slightly as his face brushed her own, his lips moving to her ear.
"Struggle for me, won't you?" He whispered, teasingly. Her first reaction was to smash her palm into his chest and knock the wind out of him, but his words changed her attitude and instead, she reached out and curled her fingers around the collar of his jacket, tugging him closer. She swallowed, catching a breath as he came forward.
"Make.. me." She gasped out.
The Sexta Espada grinned manically. He let go of her throat and watched her drop to the floor, he smirked as she coughed and spluttered, without giving her a moment to regain herself he grabbed the front of her uniform and dragged her up from the floor and down the corridor, not bothering to take it slow. He marched across the hallway, his foot busting the lock on his own door as it flew open helplessly. Without regard, he dragged her inside and let the door slam behind him.
Once inside the room, Aiko had a moment to look around, the room was white, but of course she expected that. It was minimal, a simple bed and plain cabnet beside it sat on one side of the seemingly spacious room whilst a full-length mirror occupied the wall opposite. In the corner was a screened out ensuite. She could vaguely hear the dull sound of a tap dripping. Behind her, Grimmjow slid his jacket from himself and flung it onto the foot of the bed. Suprise swept Elle as she had almost forgotten the reason why she was in his room in the first place.
Before she had time to react, Grimmjow grabbed her and turned her roughly round to face him. She swallowed a notion of fear swept over her at his lustful expression. Her lips parted to say something but no words came out, she was distraced by a cold sensation trailing down from her collar to rest between her breasts, she dared glance down to see Grimmjow's finger resting there but her head was caught up by his other hand which pulled her face roughly against his own so that his lips could take her viciously. The intensity of his kiss made her someone lightheaded and she coiled an arm around his shoulder for something of a support. Grimmjow took this as a response and pulled her body against his own firmly, his hips pushing into hers. The very thought of it sent Elle's head spinning as she broke her lips free for air.
As she did so, Grimmjow took this as an advantage and pulled the top of her uniform apart. Inwardly she cursed him. There was a zip for a reason. As the useless garment loosened at the front, he grasped the bottom of it and pulled it up the length of her legs, hips, abdomen and torso. Elle lifted her arms so that he could pull it from her completely. Once free, she felt a cold draft tickle her back and she shivered. The man in front of her grinned widely at the sight of her breasts, now quite pert in the cold air of his chambers. Without a second thought his lips latched against her nipple, massaging the other with his hand roughly. Elle arched her back and rose her chest for his comfort, and her own. That was the moment when she gave in, her lips parted to a breathey moan as his own teeth bit down on her nipple carefully. He grinned to himself at his triumph and considered giving up there, but his fun wasn't over yet.
Satisfied that he elected good sounds from her, he removed himself from her chest and grabbed her by the bicep, harshly shoving her down onto the matress of his bed. She looked up at him with suprise and excitement. He stared back at her with lustful hatred, his hands moving to her hips, roughly dragging down the breif matieral of her panties. Instinctively, her knees locked as she propped herself on her elbows to watch him, curiousity still apparent in her eyes. He watched her plainly, removing the last parts of his clothing. At the sight of his now quite erect member, Elle rose an eyebrow. The very look on her face enraged him and he wanted to tear her apart. That bitch.
The Espada grabbed her knees and ripped them apart brutely as his hand curled around the bottom of her back and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed. He bent over alittle, his face close to hers:
"You think you're better than me, princess?"
Elle simply smirked playfully up at him, his eyes narrowed slowly before he suddenly thrust forward, entering her wet folds. Elle gasped at the sudden intrusion, her eyes widened with the suprise of it. Grimmjow grinned at her reaction and began to grinde his hips closely against her own. Elle entangled her fingers within his teal hair and groaned beneath him, her hips rolling desperately against his own as his pace quickened.
He continued to pound into her lustfully until her arms could not take her weight and she lay back against the matress, allowing her back to arch as he plunged deeply into her. Gripping her hips firmly, Grimmjow pounded her harder at a better angle. He could feel the beads of sweat rolling down his spine and his sheer will to hold on was severing. Beneath him Elle was on her last edge of sanity. Her groaned grew louder and more frequent. In a lasting effort her hips rose against him, slamming her hips against his own until her walls contracted tightly and her climax washed over her brilliantly. Feeling like he had done his job well, Grimmjow pulled her hips on him firmly and released. He grunted as he came inside of her and let go of her hips, collapsing on the bed beside her.
The room was filled with a hot, humid taste, Grimmjow and Elle lay beside each other sweaty and out of breath. After a moment, the Sexta Espada rolled onto his back and placed his hands behind his head, a satisified look upon his face as he glanced at her.
"Got anything fucking clever to say now eh?"
Without answering, Elle got off the bed and slipped her clothes back on as best she could in their damaged state, she glanced at herself in the mirror before gripping teh door handle and opening it. She gave him a small smile as she glanced back at him.
"I've had better." Without another word, Number 13 turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. As she walked back down the hallway she heard a terrific crash from the room she had just left. As she turned the corner back to her own room, Elle's mouth twitched into a devious smirk. Silly Espada..
ahaha, So that's it. My second GrimxElle one shot, I involved pr0n because it's funneh :3
More to come, when I stop having writer's block. x.x