Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ichigo x Grimmjow
Summary: 43. "Will you love me tomorrow?"
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I'll love you, tomorrow.
"Will you love me tomorrow?"
Such a simple sentence, loaded with so many dark things. The words were hushed, the light in the room only a sliver of moonlight from a bent blind, his lips barely moving to form the sentence. He didn't dare to breathe, his eyes flickering from the naked chest to guarded turquoise eyes.
He hadn't dared form the word before. Love. A four letter word that was so laden with things unsaid, Ichigo had promised himself he would never fall "in love." He knew the answer before his mouth had formed the words. But tonight? Tonight it was like pressing play, he just needed the same old script to run.
They would deal with the aftermath tomorrow. No, that wasn't quite right. Tomorrow they would go their separate ways, and tonight was all they had. He didn't dare hope for more than that. He knew he was already playing Russian roulette, and to hope for anything beyond that night was childish.
The familiar grin slid into place, teeth sharpened by the moon seemed wolfish in the Espada's face and he couldn't help but the familiar tug at the corner of his lips. A sword calloused hand cupped the side of his cheek, and Ichigo's eyes slid shut as his head fell to the side.
There was no answer.
Grimmjow always smelled like the battlefield. Blood, sweat, and steel. Ichigo relished being close to him, the chills it sent down his spine when he could bury his face in the crook of the Espada's neck, the hollow of his throat where Ichigo's tongue always seemed to find.
Tonight was no different.
They met somewhere in the middle, and Ichigo twisted his fingers in the turquoise hair. He never could get enough. Greedily, Ichigo lapped at the Espada's lips, teasing and nipping, pulling back before Grimmjow could taste him properly.
A feral growl rumbled in the back of Grimmjow's throat, and Ichigo's lips stretched with a predatory grin as he captured the Espada's bottom lip between his teeth. Somewhere during Ichigo's taunting he had secured his place above, and he stretched his lithe body along the length of Grimmjow's.
The satin sheet did left little to the imagination as Grimmjow's muscles tensed beneath the sheet, and Ichigo shivered in return. Grimmjow's body was more defined, always seeming to be tightly coiled like a cat. He loved the feel of muscle on muscle; women's bodies were soft, pliable. Ichigo had always been afraid if he pushed too hard, a woman would break.
A groan was torn from his throat as Grimmjow rolled his hips, and shifted Ichigo into perfect alignment with his groin. It was all the prodding Ichigo needed to close the distance between them, capturing Grimmjow's lips with his, tongue dancing along the seam of the Espada's lips.
Grimmjow's hands rested on his hips, the sheet tangled and bunched between them, holding Ichigo in place. It was a reminder to Ichigo, and goose flesh rose along his body at the dominating gesture.
"Shall we continue?"
It was the first time all night Grimmjow had spoken. His voice husky and thick, Ichigo rumbled low in his throat at the dark promise and the feeling of hardness against his thigh.
Tonight was all he had left.
Tonight, you're mine completely. You give your love so sweetly...tonight the light of love is in your eyes. But will you love me tomorrow?
A/N: S'been quite a long time since I've written anything, two years now?! I figured what better way than to try a 100 prompt table. I've never written a Bleach ficlet before, and I haven't finished the series, so this is getting my feet wet!