Grimmjow sat straight up out of a dead sleep, he had sweat running down his forehead. What the hell were you thinking! How could you ever want some thing like that! You would probably have the snottiest kids! And a Soul Reaper! WHAT THE FUCK. Grimmjow rubbed his head slowly as it throbbed he looked at his chest seeing it was still healing he realized his shirt was gone he looked around by him for a moment seeing the new shirt he put it on fixing it the way he liked it. He up turned the collar and rolled up the sleeves leaving the shirt open. Grimmjow looked around for the women Soul Reaper standing up even though he stumbled slightly. He seen her standing there at the entrance of the cave.. He slowly walked over to her gently placing his hand on her shoulder, she didn't even flinch when he touched her shoulder. " Hey women... " Grimmjow said to get her attention since he noticed she had clearly zoned out. He watched her almost fly out of the cave from how surprised she was.

" My name is Lyra Hope, Sir Grimmjow. " Lyra said as she turned to face him, expecting to be slapped by using the Sir slang. " You need to be laying down any way your still healing or does the sixth Espada need me to raise my spiritual pressure again. " Lyra said raising an eyebrow putting her hands on her hips.

" Hey... " Grimmjow growled, he growled a bit more starting to move closer, beginning to raise his hand to slap her until he seen she didn't even flinch. He hesitated before he slapped her, he slapped her hard enough to leave red marks and there was the sound of skin contact.

Lyra held her cheek slightly, clearly holding back crying. But she slapped him right back across the face. " I am not going to take any of your bullshit. So if you want to be healed go lay your ass back down, you so much as try to stop me again I will leave you for a hollow to eat you. " Lyra said getting up in his face like he had her before she was slapped.

Grimmjow blinked eyes widening when she slapped him. That little bitc-. He blinked at what she was saying jerking his head back slightly realizing she was being serious he glared at her for a moment. " The only reason why Im listening to you women is because you saved me. " He said as he huffed and walked back over and sat down on the blanket looking up at her, his now smug face slowly started to look laid back and calm.

Lyra looked over at him quietly going over to sit next to him. She sat down and began to heal him, before she huffed in frustration because he wouldn't quiet squirming. " Stop it ya jackass! " Lyra said getting pissed off at him she said slapping the back off his head.

" Oh shut up you fucking bitch! I wouldn't be fucking squirming if it didn't feel so fucking weird! " Grimmjow said getting pissed off as she was, he let out a slight growl as their foreheads pressed against each other but then Grimmjow smirked getting a wonderful idea. " I know a way to fix this problem.." He said with a grin no more then she went to move away from him he grabbed her by her hips pinning her to the ground by one wrist. Smugly grinning at her. Grimmjow's mind was racing with all the things he could do to her, he began to pull at her shirt.

" Wha-?! STOP! Stop it! " Lyra said trying to squirm out of his grasp kicking him in the jewels with her knee. But that only made him slam her wrists to the ground. " Pleaseee... Stop... Your wounds are going to open! " Lyra said trying to think of a excuse to get him off.

Grimmjow gasped. " Ugh... Fucking stop squirming ya bitch.. Like hell they will... Keep screami- FUCK IT! " Grimmjow growled quickly slamming his lips into hers kissing her with such passion and lust hoping he caught her by surprise. And to his own surprise he found her gripping a clump of his hair urging him not to pull away as he twisted their tongues. But after a moment he pulled away with a smirk. " Now are you begging me to stop? " He said with a with a devilish grin.

" You bastard... " She mumbled pulling him back down into a long kiss, very well knowing she would have bruises on her wrists from how hard Grimmjow had his hands clamped down on one of her wrists, she shut her eyes slightly blinking when he roughly pulled away grabbing her other wrist. She blinked whining quietly. " Why- " Lyra started to ask why he made her pull away but he cut her off.

" I'm in charge of every little move you make like that... " Grimmjow said with his smirk, leaning down to start pulling at her pants, he started to get them down slightly until he looked up to see her eyes no longer looking like they wanted it... Grimmjow knew that look.. He seen Aizen give it to him many times before.. But then he saw a smug cheesy smile... SHIT! " DAMN IT WHY DO YOU KICK SO FUCKING HARD!? " Grimmjow said as he let go of her wrists falling to the ground next to her.

Lyra managed to kick him in the jewels one more hard time she slid away from him getting up, fixing her hair. " Just some thing I was born with to deal with jerks like you. At this rate you won't be able to use it if I kick you there maybe two more times. " Lyra said as she fixed her clothing trying to act like nothing happened. She glanced over at Grimmjow who was still holding his junk laying on his side still in agony. " If you be a good boy and let me heal you maybe some of the pain will go away. " Lyra said going to sit next to him.

" Fuck yo- " He started to say until she said the pain would go away, he rolled over some what quickly letting out a quiet sigh of relief as the pain started to go away as she healed him. Grimmjow went off into La la land.. He loved the way she acted she had the same dirty mouth as he had when she was pissed off or flustered. That was just a turn on for him. Grimmjow knew once he was healed he wasn't going to let her get away with any bullshit and she was going to be is personal play thing. The idea made him grin but after a while his dirt mind started to calm down and he just laid there going back to looking laid back, at one point he was drifting in and out of sleep only to feel Lyra kiss his forehead. He growled at her and his eyes flashed opened. " Don't touch me! " He growled at her.

" Oh shut up and go to sleep.. " Lyra said curling up into a tiny ball in her blankets next to him. Slowly flinching as she felt him wrap one of his arms around her and pull her back against his chest. " I thought you told me not to touch you... " Lyra said quietly as he held her close. She glanced at him over her shoulder to find him still looking laid back, no smirk or grin just neutral.

" Like I said... Im the only one hear that makes the calls. So women, if you are not in my arms when I wake up, your dead. " He mumbled as he started to frown slightly and get pissed because she was being a smart ass. Grimmjow shut his blue eyes slowly holding the soul reaper against his body, he knew if he just had contact with her it could help with the healing, and he did want to wake her up with a surprise out of his pants the next morning. The thought made him grin and peal a eye open to see her sleeping he lightly nipped her ear before he shut his eyes and drifted asleep