GrimmUlqui: Kiss A kiss for every A he got on the report, Ulquiorra had said. A kiss for every A...
Grimmjow stood by the flagpole, waiting for Ulquiorra. Finally, the black haired teen came out of the school. Seeing Grimmjow standing by the flagpole with that grin on his face, he strode over. "How many?" He didn't even need to specify. "I'm not telling you till we get home," Grimmjow replied, smirking. Contrasting Love Walking in, Ulquiorra set his bag on the table and turned around to face Grimmjow. "How many A's did you get?" he asked again. Grinning, Grimmjow unfolded his report card and handed it over to Ulquiorra. "See for yourself."
Looking down, Ulquiorra scanned the report card. A, A, A, A...another A, and the last subject an A as well. "Six, then," he said, handing the paper back to Grimmjow.
Ulquiorra leaned against Grimmjow's chest, lightly panting. "That last one had to count for at least two..."
"No way," the other interjected. "That was just the third one, we still have to go through four, five and six."
"Nnnn..." Taking the initiative, he raised his head and lightly pressed his lips against Grimmjow's. Feeling this, the blue haired teen reached to pull Ulquiorra closer, parting his lips as well. Their tongues wrestled, never sure whose territory to enter. As Ulquiorra pressed himself closer in, Grimmjow thought maybe he would take more classes next year, if only to receive kisses such as these.
...I don't like this very much. I feel like there's an essential part missing to this story, but I just can't figure out what.
Since Grimmjow and Ulquiorra now seem to be avoiding me (for a good reason), I will say: I don't own Bleach as usual, da-da-da, and review please. I guess. ^^'