Imperfect

By Kumio Tsuki

Obviously I do not own Bleach or any characters from it.

"Astaria,"

She spun around at the sound of Aizen calling for her, tucking a stray lock of dark green hair behind her ear. "Yes, Aizen-sama?"

"Go with Nnoitra today,"

A confused look appeared on her face. "…To the Human World? Why?"

"Yes," Aizen replied, although he did not answer the second part of her question. Astaria knew better than to question him again so she just assumed that Aizen didn't want Nnoitra running wild in the Human World. After all no one would want Nnoitra running wild, no matter where it was. "Ok, I'll find him at the meeting room in an hour,"

Aizen gave a curt nod of approval and Astaria walked out of the throne room, her boots clacking against the tiles. She was slightly irritated by this last minute assignment, because a week ago everything had been sorted- Nnoitra would take the assignment solo, and she would get a break to spend some time with… Astaria growled, well she wasn't going to be spending time with him anyways now, so it didn't really matter if she went with Nnoitra or not.

But suddenly she was slammed into the wall. She inhaled sharply from being winded by the blow and found a tall figure leaning over her. "Fuck off Grimmjow," she muttered, attempting to move away. But Grimmjow quickly stuck him arm in the way. Astaria shot him an evil look "Stop pestering me. Why don't you go find your little tramps, asshole!"

Grimmjow stayed silent, but a smirk formed on his face showing off a few of his sharp teeth. His fingers traced the remnants of her hollow mask that sat on the side of her forehead and curved to below her cheek.

"Don't tou-" Astaria raised her hand to slap Grimmjow. However he easily caught her arm, and sealed her lips in a kiss as his other hand slipped up her loose shirt. She struggled in response but Grimmjow was strong and refused to budge. His tongue forced its way into her warm mouth as he brushed her nipple with his thumb. Astaria let out a small moan as she turned her face to the side pushing him away with her hands and trying to re-establish her cool. But he grabbed the long plait that originated from behind Astaria's left ear, wrapped around her head and hung over her right shoulder and took this opportunity to nibble at the sensitive spot just above her collar bone. Her legs turned weak and whilst propping herself up by plastering her hands to the walls she snarled "Fuck… Off," but her insults no longer held the anger behind them. The familiar musky scent of sweat and cinnamon was overwhelming everything else as she brought herself closer to the source. Grimmjow smirked as his hands trailed down to her thighs. His touch was electrifying for Astaria and another small sigh left her lips. In response Grimmjow's hands moved to her inner thighs, creeping upwards. Expertly his fingers rubbed against the small mound of flesh which made the female clench her teeth together as she stammered "D-Don't,"

"You want it, you little slut," He replied teasingly. "You're all wet,"

"No… S-Stop, stop it,"

Grimmjow rubbed her harder "You want it,"

She struggled again but her legs would not lift her weight "No, I don't! Why don't you go and find your fucking tramps and leave me alone"

Lowering his voice Grimmjow purred by her ear "Why would I want them when I have…"

He didn't finish the sentence however, and directed her hands to his lips. Half biting, half licking her fingers Grimmjow's eyes focused on her face. The way it thawed from a stone cold glare, and melted as the blush on her cheeked deepened as he swirled his tongue on the pads of her fingers. Grimmjow proceeded to trail his hands down to her ass and lifted her up as he kissed her once more. Astaria wrapped her legs around his hips and her hands around his neck. Grimmjow groaned softly as she rubbed against his arousal. "You little…bitch. You make me want to fuck you right here,"

Astaria pushed her body against him with a sigh, her hands dancing over his chest. Swiftly Grimmjow carried her away to her room with a few quick sonidos ignoring the glances they received from the passer bys. It wasn't as if it was something they hadn't gotten used to in Grimmjow and Astaria's on-again-off-again relationship.

They had only gotten the door shut before various articles of clothing were ripped off. Grimmjow pushed Astaria onto the bed, and climbed on top of her. His penis throbbed painfully as he threw his hakama to the floor. With one swift moment he flipped her onto her abdomen, and positioned himself at her entrance. Both of them moaned as he pushed himself inside. Astaria's hands clenched the white sheets beneath her as Grimmjow repetatively thrust into her. "…Grimm…Grimmjow… Faster…"

Grimmjow adjusted himself, and placed his hands of her hips and reset the pace at a faster speed. Astaria moaned in return, feeling him rub against her insides as he moved in, and out, and in and out of her. "I'm… going to…"

"Not yet," Grimmjow snarled.

Astaria growled back grinding her teeth together whilst arching her back. "I can't…!" She felt herself her body tense up and a shock wave cruise through her limbs. "Uh,Grimmjow!"

Grimmjow raised Astaria hips and pumped into her, the pleasant friction tingling and rippling through his body. He dug his fingers into her, his heartbeat strong and fast "Ugh," He moaned, feeling Astaria close up upon him. Letting out a short grunt Grimmjow relaxed and collapsed on top of her releasing a warm liquid into her.

Astaria felt the weight of Grimmjow fall onto her and his rough erratic breathing next to her ear. After half a minute Grimmjow withdrew and rolled to the right side of the bed. Astaria turned her head slightly to catch the sight of Grimmjow as he ran a hand through his electric blue hair as he breathing reverted back to normal. He caught her eye and edged closer to her wrapping an arm over her body. Grimmjow pulled her towards him, and bit down on the back of her neck, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to hurt. As the previous pleasures drained from her body she found the anger and frustration towards this man return. She didn't respond to his actions and lay there silently. Grimmjow frowned slightly, and his hands trailed over to Astaria's hip, caressing her thigh.

But Astaria was familiar with this signal. Quickly she flipped his hand off and jumped off the bed. Grimmjow showed an obvious sign of displeasure regarding this sudden change but made no move to question it. Astaria picked up her clothing which was strewn randomly in the room and headed into the adjoining bathroom silently. The water was warm and fresh on her skin as she lathered a layer of soap on. However she could not relax and enjoy it because of the scheduled trip to the Human World with Nnoitra, and he hated it when his partners were late. She did a quick job of drying off the water and slipping into her clothes. They were creased from spending time in a heap on the ground, and Astaria attempted to make herself slightly more presentable by smoothing it with her hands.

When she opened the bathroom door she was surprised by the sight of Grimmjow who was still perched on her bed, his clothes scattered in the room. Their eyes met for a moment, and Grimmjow licked his lips provocatively. But Astaria refused "I'm busy," she replied picking up her short sword and strapping it to her thigh before leaving the room. Astaria made her way through the hallways quickly to the meeting room. As she opened the door she discovered that Nnoitra was already there, impatiently tapping his foot. "Well, let's get a move on!" He opened a Garganta with a flick of his hand, the rectangle pieces opening to reveal a dark black tunnel. On the other end was the blue sky of the Human World. Nnoitra did not look back as he stepped into the darkness, his long strides carrying him into the distance. With a slight frown Astaria noted that he didn't leave a path for her, the light blue path disintegrating as he distanced himself. "Jerk," she muttered, but obediently followed him into the darkness.

Thank you for reading. I'd be mighty happy with a review. :]