"Maybe I should do something sweet for Ulquiorra... I got it, breakfast in bed!"
"Breakfast in bed? If the bed is involved, I believe breakfast will have to wait."
Any opinions and reviews are welcome (OwO;)
Grimmjow groaned and awoke as Ulquiorra shifted closer to him. It took him a few seemingly long minutes to finally sit upright. He stretched his long, muscular arms up and behind his head. A few seconds passed, and he set his arms down gently to his side so as not to disturb his sleeping partner. He smiled as the pale, nude body beside him shivered and pulled the covers up around himself in his sleep. The two of them had been together a total of eight months on this day, and the sexta felt he needed to do something for his beloved.
He glanced to the clock on the bedside table; Six thirty….
He hated being up this early in the morning, but he decided that since he was up, he'd make breakfast for his tuckered out sweetheart. He reluctantly pulled himself out of bed after placing a gentle kiss on the other male's cheek. Once he got to his feet, he pulled on his hakama on to slightly below his hips, and tied the long black obi to keep them there. He didn't bother with his jacket which was in a crumpled heap on the floor somewhere due to the hot events that had taken place the night before.
The Sexta placed a hand on the wall to steady himself as he made his way down the short hallway and into the kitchen, still light headed from just having woken. Once he had entered the threshold, he noticed a white, lonely garment sitting against the far wall. "So, we started in the kitchen this time eh? That's a first." He said to himself aloud, not recalling most of what happened last night due to the alcohol both he and Ulquiorra had consumed.
Grimmjow slowly made his way to the fridge, having not yet found his equilibrium. He pulled it open and the light flickered on, creasing the darkness. "Well shit." He complained as he stared into the empty refrigerator. "Fuck… Whatever, I'll just go get the shit from my room I guess…" He let out an irritated huff, closed the fridge and silently slipped out of the Cuatro's room into the massive, empty hallway.
Jeagerjaques had made it half way to his room before he realized that he was still half naked. He shrugged it off; it wasn't like there was a major difference in whether he wore the jacket or not. Besides, he was in no hurry to get to where he was going. Thoughts of his sleeping lover clouded his mind. He was startled out of his daydreams when he accidentally let the door slam behind him. "Great, someone probably heard that." Grimmjow groaned into the dark, dusty room that he'd been assigned to.
He had not been in his room for nearly two weeks now and was not entirely sure whether the milk in his refrigerator was any good.
All the furniture was covered in a thick blanket of dust, and Grimmjow trailed footprints in the grimy floor as he treaded into the kitchen, looking for ingredients. The Sexta never really ate much unless someone made him food, because he didn't know how to cook. He opened his refrigerator and saw a plethora of ingredients. After grabbing the milk, eggs, and butter from the fridge, he moved upward to retrieve pancake mix from the cupboard before leaving his private quarters, retreating into the room of his lover.
Sorry Chapter One is so short my lovlies, but I will have more very shortly, I promise OuO;