A/N: So it has come to my attention that tomorrow is the official GrimmIchi day... (As if I needed an excuse.) So I decided to write this little series called Seasonal Greetings. This will consist of 4 chapters, one for each season. Kind of like Oneshots or drabbles since they don't really relate to one another... Anyway, enoy! :D

Pairing: GrimmIchi (MalexMale)

Seasonal Greetings: Spring

It had started with Ichigo's pillow. And a few days later almost every pillow in the house had disappeared. Simply vanished in thin air.

Yuzu had had a field day searching for the missing pillows, complete in detective outfit and with Kon in a frilly dress as the Watson to her Holmes. Karin, like Ichigo couldn't really care less and Ishin had taken to waling to Masaki's picture.

Yet in the end, it had been Ichigo to discover the truth about the vanishing pillows. One afternoon he could swear he heard something moving in his closet. Like someone was continuously moving objects around and… Was that scratching coming from his closet?

Nothing, however, could have prepared the strawberry to what he saw when he opened his closet. He had expected Rukia maybe, decorating for whenever she decided to come over and stay for a while. Hell, even Urahara placing some strange device in his closet. But no, the person he was looking at was none other than Grimmjow.

"Grimmjow, what the hell?" Ichigo inquired smartly as the blue-haired arrancar gave him a bored look.

The arrancar ignored him and went back to his previous occupation. Which, apparently, was the arranging and rearranging of all the pillows that had recently been disappearing. Seemingly content with his work, Grimmjow lay down and curled up. Ichigo was sure he could even hear him purr.

Once his brain started working properly again, he realised what the behaviour reminded him off. "Grimmjow," Ichigo started again, slightly amused now. "Are you nesting in my closet?"

"Shut up, Kurosaki," was the mumbled reply, voice already muffled by a pillow. Grimmjow, frankly, couldn't care less.

Ichigo felt his eyebrow twitch as he got a good look at the pillow Grimmjow's face was currently buried in. Was that Ichigo's pillow that the other was practically cuddling with? "Is that MY pillow?!" he all but yelled, planning to snatch it away when he heard the other growl and… was that a hiss?

Really, sometimes Grimmjow was such a cat.

"Would the kitty Kat like a tray of milk as well?" Ichigo asked amused. Laughing as he pictured Grimmjow licking a bowl of milk like some fancy housecat.

Ichigo was about to go get mentioned tray of milk when a hand shot out to grab the front of his T-shirt. He didn't even have the time to give an undignified yelp (which he wouldn't done anyway, no way, he was a man and men don't yelp), before he found himself flat on his back in his closet with Grimmjow hovering over him.

"Eh, Grimm, what 'cha doing?" Ichigo asked with a gulp as he saw the man close in on him, a thousand thoughts racing a mile a minute in his head.

He was ignored again as Grimmjow lowered his head towards Ichigo's neck, nipped once and then changed their positions to something that was definitely not cuddling. Ichigo was not cuddling with Grimmjow. He was not.

"Let go."

"Don't wanna," the arrancar replied, nipping at the teen's neck again. Which earned him a surprised moan and another "Let go." The order was ignored as his lips moved up to the strawberry's ear.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" he repeated his question. When there was no reply, Grimmjow settled again and Ichigo could have sworn he heard the other purr.

"You're such a cat."

"Panther. Now shut up, or I'll make you go get that milk."

I love reviews, it gets my plot bunnies to get their asses in gear. Anyway, thank you for reading and I am sorry for any mistakes. I kind of rushed this as I won't be home tomorrow and wanted to get this up before the official 15/06...