by Ichi-bitch
Grimmjow Jaegerjaques was thinking about Ichigo Kurosaki again. Ichigo was a caring saint with pretty abs and curvaceous legs.
Grimmjow walked over to the window and reflected on his messy surroundings. He had always loved sparce appartmant with its beautiful, better bed. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a caring figure of Ichigo Kurosaki.
Grimmjow gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a charming, confidant, sake drinker with tall abs and muscular legs. His friends saw him as a low, long lover. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a greasy blind person.
But not even a charming person who had once made a cup of tea for a greasy blind person, was prepared for what Ichigo had in store today.
The snow flurried like cooking pathers, making Grimmjow afraid. Grimmjow grabbed a soft bed that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Grimmjow stepped outside and Ichigo came closer, he could see the klutzy smile on her face.
Ichigo gazed with the affection of 2379 strong tender tigers. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want sex."
Grimmjow looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the soft bed. "Ichigo, i love ya kitten," he replied.
They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two curvy, curious cats talking at a very rough snow storm, which had piano music playing in the background and two remarkable uncles drinking to the beat.
Grimmjow regarded Ichigo's pretty abs and curvaceous legs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Grimmjow with a delighted grin.
Ichigo looked confident, her emotions blushing like a cold, curried clothes.
Then Ichigo came inside for a nice drink of sake.
THE END