Prompt from .net/s/7786018/1/Grimmjow_and_Ulquiorras_50_Sentences / GrimmUlquigrrrl.) - Cold: Ulquiorra's skin was oddly cold, Grimmjow noted, which made snuggling with him at night rather uncomfortable- especially since Ulquiorra had a tendency of putting the ice blocks he called feet wherever he damn well pleased.

Grimmjow lay quietly, an arm across Ulquiorra. He was cold, as usual, and figured maybe he could make him warm if he stayed beside him. However, Ulquiorra seemed to have different plans; as Grimmjow was drifting to sleep he felt something cold running up his leg.
"Do you mind? Your feet are fucking cold!" Grimmjow complained, turning to glare at Ulquiorra.
"No. Be quiet." his expression was plain as usual. His mouth just a line on his face. But Grimmjow could tell. He knew those eyes better than anyone. Something was there. He was plotting something; the thought amused and aroused Grimmjow.
"Oh? You think I'm going to stay quiet just 'cause you tell me to?" Grimmjow asked, being as cocky as he could.
"Don't be ridiculous." Ulquiorra stared straight back at the defiant Grimmjow as he raised his foot further up the man's leg. "There is only one time I will allow you to make a ruckus." Ulquiorra continued; his foot a clue enough of what he meant. Grimmjow stayed silent, both expectant and unsure of what to actually say. "Quiet now? Good." Ulquiorra removed his leg and turned over, preparing to sleep.
"What the hell was that?" Grimmjow sat up in the bed, throwing the covers off the pair. Ulquiorra made a disapproving sound and turned back over to face Grimmjow. His eyes were calculating; looking over the flustered and agitated man.
"It was supposed to make you silent." Ulquiorra said bluntly, as if Grimmjow was supposed to know that. "It obviously hasn't worked. I'll have to rethink a strategy."
"To hell with your goddamn strategies! Your fucking foot was so-" Grimmjow silenced himself and looked away, his cheeks showing off a light pink streak in the dimly lit room.
"Ah. The problem was with my foot."
"N-No! It's just..." Ulquiorra didn't allow the blue haired man to finish before he reached around Grimmjow's neck and pulled him down, pressing a kiss to the other's warm lips. Grimmjow looked suprised for a moment, but was eager to respond. Ulquiorra pulled away. Grimmjow had to wonder how his face always stayed straight like that.
"All of you... is so cold." Grimmjow muttered, moving closer to Ulquiorra.
"You're only noticing now?" Ulquiorra sighed.
"N-No... I didn't think- Shut up!" Grimmjow climed on all fours over Ulquiorra. Now that made the expression change on that little nihilist's face. Those green eyes widened. Ulquiorra wasn't expecting this to happen, it wasn't in his calculation. Grimmjow decided not to comment; he could revel in the sight forever. He kissed Ulquiorra,forcing his tongue into Ulquiorra's mouth. when he reluctantly pulled away for air he noticed that even Ulquiorra had got a little hard; even if the expression on that pale face had remained the same. "Good to see there's at least one part of you that's... hot." Ulquiorra had a hard time understanding what Grimmjow had meant and it bugged him to no end.

Of course, it was only after their love-making that Grimmjow realised just how good his cool skin felt. He pulled out and took hold of Ulquiorra's right foot, pressing it against his forehead before planting light kisses on it and trailing them back up to Ulquiorra's lips as he fell beside him.
"Now will you be quiet?" Ulquiorra asked rather straighforwardly.
"Oh shut up." Grimmjow muttered, snuggling back beside Ulquiorra and closing his eyes.