I'm A Mess
Grimmjow glared at the tiny woman. She was teasing him again. Maybe she didn't do it on purpose but...Scratch that, she did it on purpose. He watch her from across the room. She was talking to one of her many male friends. Admirers more like it.
She was wearing a little black dress, the one that shows all the things she could do to him. He grab another drink and drained it. So much for not drinking tonight. He ignored the giggles and laughter coming from where she was standing.
She began walking out the room. Of course, he followed her. He followed the sounds of her heels clacking against the ground outside. She sat down on the stairs, taking a short breather.
He sat next to her and ignored the look she gave him. "You know," He said without looking at her, "I'm a mess when I'm alone."
She didn't say anything for a while then simply said, "I know."
"Lets go." He held her hand and lead her away from the party. Her small hand was held gently, almost if he was afraid to crush it. Her purple eyes were on him.
He stopped walking and looked down at her. He used his hand and titled her face upward and he leaned down to plant a soft kiss. Her eyes widen in shock then she smiled and closed her eyes.
So another request finished. If you got anymore just tell me and I might do it.