Cause I Can't Fit in Your Shirts
It was a commonplace thing, just about everywhere. It was something universally seen, and obeyed. After a couple had unbelievably good sex, the woman would put on the man's shirt. He didn't know why, particularly. Didn't care. It was just a view that everyone in the entire universe shared.
And you just didn't go against things like that.
Grimmjow found himself awaking somewhat late. Ulquiorra was already gone, his and the ball of angst's discarded clothes were still on the floor. Normally Ulquiorra wouldn't leave them there, but he was probably trying to instill a sense of cleanliness into him.
The blue haired espada found himself reflecting on the night before. That was unbelievably good sex if he'd ever had it. They'd found themselves in an argument, though he couldn't remember what it was over. But made he should, if it'd get him sex like that again.
Grimmjow sat up, staring at Ulquiorra's clothes. It was an age old rule, as far as he was concerned. He just had to walk around with nothing but Ulquiorra's shirt. If he was lucky, Ulquiorra would find that sexy and screw him again, but he wasn't holding his breath.
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Ulquiorra entered his chambers again, not that surprised when he saw Grimmjow in there. The details surprised him though.
"Grimmjow...." Ulquiorra started slowly, calling the other's attention to him. Big blue eyes looked at him, openly telling him he hadn't been expecting him until later, and had almost been planning on it. "You're wearing my pants."
"Uh-huh." Ulquiorra's shoulders slumped at the idiotic hopeful smile. He tried again.
"Why?"
The smile faded, and Grimmjow pulled a face, holding up the shirt that was torn down the back. "Cause I can't fit in your shirts...."
OWARI
dunno. What was I listening to when I came up with this? Ah yes. G.I.N.A.S.F.S love that song, heh heh. Reveiw please!