Well, this little number was inspired by a beautiful tango scene in the movie "Frida" between the leading lady and another woman. I just couldn't help myself, even if it is kinda, well... gay :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
And now, my lords and ladies, on to the show, hope you enjoy the short, little, tiny one-shot!
Blue and Orange Tango
Blue and orange slid across the dancefloor, moving to the heady rhythm of the tango. Blue slowly ran his hands down Orange's back, twisting him around so they were front to back, hips swaying in tandem, legs twining and entwining in a dizzying display of constant, precise, sensual motion. Hands caressed skin, breath met breath, gaze met gaze and their hearts beat together as if one.
'I never knew Grimmjow could move like this.' Thought a heated Ichigo as he was pressed against the taller man, his leg swung over the feline man's hip as his own hand slid up Grimmjow's chest and neck, caressing his face, lips almost touching, before being twirled around again in time with the sensual music.
'Fuck, this is even better than fighting with the Berry.' Grimmjow half growled, half purred as he tipped the Strawberry boy back, exposing his neck in the process, his strong arms supporting him as the young man's leg once again wrapped over his hip. Ichigo, once he was upright again, slid from Grimmjow's front over to his back, his left hand trailing across the blue haired man's hips as the move was executed; as he was behind Grimmjow, his left arm was encircling his partner's hips and with the fingertips of his right hand he trailed a sensuous path down the man's scarred chest, his lips pressing against the feline's neck as Grimm's head tipped back onto Ichigo's shoulder, his hands gripping the orange haired boy's upper thighs while the motions flowed. Then he spun around, facing Ichigo once more as they resumed their previous positions and moves, dancing in perfect sync to each other and the music, as if they were made for this very act and solely for each other. It was all so intoxicating, to feel each other undulate to the fervent beats, to see the passion spark between them in a way none of their fights, none of their previous experiences ever inspired.
Their audience too was stunned by their performance. Ichigo's friends, shinigami and human alike, stared with their mouths open, and many with lust, at the writhing couple in the middle of the dancefloor, Urahara smirking knowingly and mischievously from behind his ever-present fan. They all knew there was something other than hate and rivalry between the two stubborn fools dancing, but their show, their mating dance, had everyone speechless.
As the song neared its end, Grimmjow once again tipped Ichigo back, then fluidly they came back up together, with Ichigo slipping his hands into Grimmjow's hair, and him dipping closer to Ichigo's face as they ended their tango with a searing kiss that had the crowd cheering and whistling, roaring with applause. The two dancers shared a heated look, identical naughty smirks on their faces.
They looked over at Urahara, who was too-innocently sipping on a cocktail, and both thought the same thing: 'Sandal-Hat is up to something…'
Reviews please? ;;) Pretty please? Pretty please with a cher... no, a strawberry on top? ;;) Or maybe on the bottom... :P