Title: Without A Word
Summary: It was the same every night. They met. They undressed. They did the unthinkable. And they left. Without a word. GrimmJawXSoiFon.
Rating: M
Author: Iris Serinum
It was a cross-dimension, one between both Hueco Mundo and Sereitei. She had actually found it after listening to one of Yoruichi Shihoun and Kisuke Urhara's conversations about inner and outer-dimensions. In the long run, her eavesdropping had paid off. They had actually known each other before all this, before Arrancar. What was happening now, this secret, was just aftermath. They had promised to meet there every Saturday night, when their other friend were partying and to drunk to notice their disappearance. Just show up. Do the unthinkable. And leave. It was no different tonight. He arrvied first, peeling off his clothes and lying down on the bed in only his boxers. She appeared nearly five minutes later, wearing a black robe tied around her middle. She looked at him on the bed and let down her hair, running her fingers through the strands of ebony.
"You ready?" He muttered silently.
"Oh yeah." She replied, dropping robe.
He rose from the bed and pounced on her unclothes form, dragging her back down to the bed. Warm, wet lips found whatever skin they could reach, then there were a few long minutes of pleasure. Then he began to take her. When it was all over, they were both up, quickly redressing. Neither said a thing, and when their clothes were properly in place, they left wordlessly. No thanks, no gratitude, not even criticism. Next Saturday, it seemed no different. He showed up; she showed up, they took of their clothes. But this time, she noticed something. Something she didn't like. His kisses were passionate, and he seemed gentle with her. His hands moved over her skin with a softness to them. There was something in his eyes, but it wasn't fire or yearning -- it was passion. There was no scratching, biting, or any sort of roughness. He didn't tug at her hair or pull at her limbs, her attack her with the ruggedness he usually did. Everything was tender, lingering, and smooth.
"What's...wrong...with...you?" She panted in the middle of it. He looked up at her with electric eyes piercing into her own dark ones.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
He didn't growl or hiss, he asked. She caught that.
"You're...not...yourself...this...isn't...the...same..as...all...the...other...nights." The woman breathed.
She was right, they weren't doing this like usual -- it could never earn the title of fucking, hell, the only other thing it could be was love making, or intimacy. When it was all over, they stopped, but didn't move from the bed. There was an awkward silence, and she could feel his eyes on her. Finally, she had the courage to sit up, clutching the blanket to her chest and looking at him with almond eyes.
"What is wrong with you?" She asked in a near annoyed tone. Grimmjaw looked at her, moonlight hitting his bony jaw through the window.
"I think..." He hesitated. "I've fallen in love with you, Soi Fon."
Soi Fon immediatly got up and her stared at her as she dressed and left as quick as she could.
Without a word.
Kind of short, more of a drabble. But thanks for reading. Please REVIEW and check out my other works on my fanfiction sight. I also have another one that's sort of close to this called "Who's your Momma?" It's really good. I've been on a hiatus, but now I'm back and I've got a ton of ideas. Please, take my poll on my site too and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW this story. Thanks you lovey doveys!
-Iris Serinium