Author's note: The chapter title is inspired by the song 'Hey Jealousy' by the Gin Blossoms. They're a great band, and if you like laid back rock love songs, they're for you, I think.
And, this is such a long chapter! I couldn't get myself to stop writing it. Isn't that awful? No, not really. Enjoy! R&R!
Hehe, a warning, I think these chapters are just going to keep getting longer! This story is just so much fun! I hope you guys are having as much fun reading this as I am writing this!
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Chapter 2: Hey, Jealousy
After several missteps and possibilities of breaking her ankles, Neliel managed to figure out just the right steps to take in order to walk properly in her new footwear. She simply was not used to such high shoes! Wasn't she tall enough as it was? Now she stood a few inches above Grimmjow, and she could tell he was not happy about it.
What did she care? She was human! She was on top of the—a sudden fall broke her from her thoughts.
"Oh! Ow!" she cried, and a group of people—mostly men—gathered about her on the sidewalk, much to Grimmjow's chagrin.
"She'll be fine, just give her some goddamned room!" he growled. They were all offering assistance, and so kindly—it was irritating Grimmjow that any of these men thought they could lay hands on his wife! He lifted her to her feet easily, gripping her hand possessively.
"Oh! Miss, are you sure you'll be okay to walk?"
"I'd gladly carry you to your cab!"
"I'll call a cab for you right here!"
"I'll do anything for you!"
Neliel giggled, blushing slightly as she waved them away. "Oh, no, I'll be fine. But I really do appreciate your—Grimmjow?" she turned, finding that he had begun to walk away, after dropping her hand. "Grimmjow! Wait for me—Oh!" she fell again, unable to run properly in her shoes. This time, her skirt lifted slightly so that her bare knee skidded across cement.
As if being hungry wasn't enough, now there was blood involved!
"Grimmjow!" she cried piteously, her golden eyes wide at the sight of her own blood. Not that it was a frightening sight by any means, but she intended to milk all the concern from Grimmjow she could. "I think I broke my knee cap!"
"I'll call 911!" someone offered.
"I'll go get you some bandages and ice!"
"I'm here for moral support!"
"You'll be okay, Miss!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, leave my wife alone!" Grimmjow growled fiercely, taking Neliel into his arms and carrying her. "Shit, I thought you were sensible enough to wear shoes you could walk in." he muttered, giving her a short kiss, as if to comfort her and to show ownership over her all at once. She blushed prettily, and hid her face in his shoulder, forgetting about the blood that was dripping down her leg. That is, until some young man brought a bandage to her.
"Oh, Grimmjow, let him clean up my knee, at least! I'd be so upset if I bled all over someone's restaurant." She told him, and he stopped to let the man dress his wife's wound. At least she wouldn't be bleeding everywhere. He'd have to make this whole incident up to her later on.
"I'm sorry, Grimmjow. I'll learn to walk in these. Or…I'll wear better shoes." She told him, pouting slightly as he began walking again. Her arms tightened around his shoulders, and he managed to hail a cab through some miracle. He hadn't really known what a cab was, but he had managed to catch a glimpse at a dictionary or something to figure it out. There were a lot of things he'd have to learn.
"Nah, don't worry about it, kid." He told her, brushing her hair back from her eyes as he helped her into the cab.
She smiled sweetly at him, although a little faintly. Her stomach growled then, and the cab driver looked back at Grimmjow as if accusing him of the noise. Neliel waved at him and indicated that it had been her, with a sheepish smile. "I'm starving, I haven't eaten in days."
Then the cab driver shot Grimmjow another accusing look. After all, Neliel looked rather abused, with the drying blood on her leg, and her tired expression. Grimmjow grumbled something under his breath as he sat down and closed the door.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not fucking abusing her. We just got married, and we're both a little tired. The kid just fell out there on the sidewalk. Not a big deal, so mind your own damn business." Grimmjow growled, his dark blue eyes narrow.
"Whatever!" the driver waved his hands. "Where to, Mister?"
"Ah…the nearest, nice restaurant. If you take us to some seedy little dump, I'll kick your ass up and down the fucking street, got it?"
"Y-y-yes, Mister!" the driver nodded, and then took off. He stopped in front of some restaurant, and looked at the meter. "That'll be twenty one dollars even, Mister."
Grimmjow shelled out three ten-dollar bills and threw them at the guy. "Keep the change." He muttered, and then helped Neliel, who had been quiet for a while, out of the car, wrapping his arms about her for a moment. He could not keep himself from hugging her, for he was growing attached to her. He could not fathom why that could be.
She stood shakily as he closed the door, and then lifted her into his arms.
"I can walk, Grimmjow…" she murmured weakly.
"Sure. I don't want you to. You fucking fall again, I'll be pissed." He told her, and she nodded. She did not really mind being carried. It was sort of nice, actually. She smiled at him, and he couldn't help but return that smile. She was gorgeous when she smiled, after all.
"How many, sir?" the host asked calmly. Grimmjow smiled, pleased at the place they had arrived at. Nice enough to be well staffed, but not quite nice enough to where a reservation would be needed.
"Just the two of us."
"Right this way." The host took two menus and led them to a table. Grimmjow carried Nel, who had again fallen into silence. Her silences were frightening Grimmjow a bit, but he figured she'd talk later. Her head was resting against his shoulder, and he could have sworn that she was asleep.
"Nel…" he murmured, attempting to rouse her. She mumbled something incoherently and nestled into his shoulder. He sighed and shook his head, smiling to himself. The poor kid had starved herself to sleep! Well, he'd let her sleep.
The host watched as Grimmjow sat down in the booth, resting Nel's legs on the long seat.
"Your server will be right with you." He informed him, trying not to burst into helpless laughter at the sight before him. It was adorable, yet humorous at the same time. He would not have objected to being the man holding that gorgeous woman.
Grimmjow used his free hand to flip through the menu, deciding on the place's "specialty," smoked salmon, for himself. He would have to order for Nel, too, but he was not really sure what she would like. He figured she'd go for a salad, but what about for a main course? He sighed and decided on a steak for her. If she did not like it, he'd just order something else.
"Hi, I'm Tanya, and I'll be your waitress today!" the waitress, a vivacious brunette, greeted. She then looked to the sleeping Nel. "Oh…is she going to be all right?" she asked.
"Yeah, she'll be fine. She's just damned tired, is all."
"Oh, well, that's good, I guess! What can I get you to drink? We've got Pepsi products, iced tea, lemonade, pink lemonade, chocolate milk—"
"Milk?" Grimmjow perked up. He had always wished to try milk, and chocolate milk sounded rather delicious. "I'll have chocolate milk." After all, he had had so much goddamned tea in Las Noches. "And she'll have some…pink lemonade, I guess."
"I can always bring her something different if she doesn't like it! Free of charge, I promise." Tanya told him. "I'll be right back with those." She told him brightly, and left. Grimmjow sighed and looked down at his sleeping bride, her face nearly hidden in his shoulder. He couldn't resist kissing her exposed cheek, and she stirred, but did not wake.
Ah, well, he'd wake her when the food arrived. She wasn't missing much, after all.
The waitress came back with the drinks, one a milky brown, the other one pink. Each glass had a straw in it, and Grimmjow looked at the straws curiously as his drink was set before him.
"Can I take your order?"
Grimmjow frowned, and it was easy to see his confusion. Tanya was not about to ask questions, but she just assumed Grimmjow had either never been to a restaurant, or had never ordered for himself.
"What would you like to eat, sir?"
"Oh. I'll have that…smoked salmon, or whatever. And she'll get the steak and salad."
"How does she want the steak?"
"Huh?"
"How does she want her steak cooked?"
"Oh…I dunno. I've never had steak before. We just moved to this country."
"Oh! You barely have an accent!" she told him brightly. "Well, you can have it rare, which is bloody and very pink in the middle, and very raw. There's medium rare, which is a little less pink in the middle, but still bloody. Medium is very slightly bloody and pink, medium well is cooked all the way through, and well done is no pink at all." She explained very quickly.
"Uh…medium, I guess." He shrugged.
"All right!" she nodded and took the menus, and left. Grimmjow marveled at the sleeping masterpiece he held in his arms. His fingers smoothed her hair back, and then ran through the silky locks. She whimpered softly, heaving a sigh.
"Aw…Nel…" he smiled and kissed her forehead. Then, Tanya appeared with a plate in hand. She set it on the table, and smiled.
"The salad for the lady!" she told him with a nod. She set one before him, as well, and he looked at it curiously. She frowned, and showed him the fork, and how to utilize it.
"Ah, thanks." He managed, slightly embarrassed by that. Well, at least no one was watching. And it was good to have someone who was actually helpful. He nudged Neliel, trying again to wake her. She moaned softly, shifting. "Come on, Nel, wake up, you've got food to eat."
She shifted again, mumbling something about wanting ten more minutes. "No, Nel, wake up now." He told her. She opened her sleepy golden orbs and fastened them on him.
"When'd I fall asleep, Grimmy-ji?" she asked softly.
"After we got out of the cab."
"Oh…is this mine?" she asked, looking to the salad.
"Yeah."
"Oh." She slid onto the booth, seating herself right beside Grimmjow, as close as possible. She picked up her fork, beginning to eat her salad with ease. "Ah, this is good!" she told him with a beam, as he struggled with his fork. By the time he got finished with one bite, her plate was cleared.
"Hey! How the hell did ya eat that so fast?"
She grabbed his hand and showed him how to use the fork, going so far as to bring it to his mouth. He growled his disapproval, though really, he was pleased with the contact. Eventually, he finished his salad, and then the main course arrived.
He looked to Nel, hoping she would enjoy what he had ordered for her. She looked at her steak, frowning for a moment. Then, she picked up a knife and her fork and began to devour it greedily. He followed suit, deciding that salmon was the best food ever. The milk was pretty damn good, too.
"Thanks, Grimmjow." She smiled when she was finished, almost too full to move. She leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. The check was brought to them, and he looked down at it, not batting an eye. It was only about forty bucks, anyway! He laid down the money, along with a hefty tip. After all, he had enough money to get him through for a while. They'd have plenty enough to support themselves until they found jobs or something. Though, Grimmjow did not like the idea of Nel working.
But Aizen seemed to have something set up for them…
He carried Nel out of the restaurant, and into another cab. She had fallen asleep on him again, and he took her to the hotel room, laying her down in the bed and pulling the covers over her. He wasn't so tired yet, he wasn't ready to sleep. He just sat at the bedside, watching Neliel sleep. She looked so peaceful, and he could not resist kissing her forehead tenderly.
He did not really wish to watch her sleep the whole night through, though, so he wandered out of the room, making sure to take his card key along. He went down to the first floor in the elevator, and made his way to the vending machines, looking over them. It was then that he heard a few familiar voices.
"Aw, shut up, Sun-Sun! I'm gonna fucking—"
"Apache, calm down. We're in public."
"Sun-Sun, you know why Apache's in a bad mood!" Mila Rose's voice could be distinguished easily, along with the laugh evident in her tone.
"No…"
"Remember? Grimmjow up and married that Neliel bitch! She's jealous!"
Grimmjow could almost picture Mila Rose sticking her tongue out at both Apache and Sun-Sun. Where the hell was Halibel?
"That's not why I'm in a bad mood. Besides, he was forced to marry her." She growled.
"Oh, right. Perhaps it's Mr. Frigid, her husband. Still, you sound jealous of her, Apache."
"How did you end up marrying Ulquiorra-sama, anyway, Apache?"
"I don't fucking know. I'd make a better match for Grimmjow, anyway. I bet I'm better in bed than her! Me and her should switch husbands."
Grimmjow ducked into the shadows, suddenly regretting having ever made Apache a conquest of his, and shuddering at the thought of giving up Neliel.
"Well, Nnoitora is surprisingly good in bed!" Mila Rose bragged.
Sun-Sun's scoff could be heard, and Grimmjow knew that they were coming closer, possibly into the vending machine room.
"Shut up, Sun-Sun! Just because you're happy with that freak of yours!" Mila Rose cried defensively.
"Oh, Szayel Aporro-sama, oh, oh!" Apache moaned, mimicking Sun-Sun. "Your cock is so long, and you fuck me so good! Oh, Szayel Aporro-sama!"
Grimmjow almost felt bad for the girl, and he felt the need to snap Apache's neck, or at least give her a good smack. Then, they entered the vending machine area, and looked at the machine Grimmjow had been eyeing.
"What did Halibel-sama want?" Sun-Sun asked meekly, and Grimmjow caught the blush spreading like wildfire across her face. Well, at least another good match had come out of this whole experimentation deal. Apache was the only one who seemed unhappy.
Well, she had tried to tell him she loved him. That did not exactly sit well with the sexta espada.
"A fucking banana." Apache growled.
"Apache, we didn't fucking ask you to come with us. If you're gonna be a bitch, go and thaw out your man!" Mila Rose cried. "Halibel-sama wanted us to bring her some ice, and a couple of bottles of lemonade, or something. And then, just leave them outside the door of her room." Mila Rose told Sun-Sun in a rather calm voice. She found she was sympathizing with the poor girl, after all.
"Whatever! You did so!" Apache retorted. Grimmjow sighed and massaged his forehead, trying to keep a growing headache at bay. If only he would have just stayed in his room…watching Neliel sleep…
"Someone's here…" Mila Rose looked around, having heard Grimmjow's sigh. He kneaded his temples in frustration and stepped from the shadows.
"Quit carrying on so goddamned much." Grimmjow muttered, his teeth gritted. He looked to Apache. "You better watch yourself." He told her, his eyes narrow as he shoved her aside so that he could get a chocolate milk from the vending machine.
"Watch myself? The hell is that supposed to mean?" she demanded, and he sighed.
"Calm your ass down. Shit, are you an idiot or something?"
"No! But you are! Look who you fucking married!"
"I swear, if you say anymore about—"
"Nel was a fucking kid! You're practically a pedophile! I bet she cries for her mommy in bed! I bet she lies there like a limp noodle. Fucking her is probably like fucking a blow up doll!" Apache just did not know when to shut up. She continued to try and badmouth Nel until she found herself pinned up against a wall by her throat, gasping for air.
"Don't you dare talk about my wife that way, you bitch. Don't talk about anyone that way, for that matter." He looked to Sun-Sun, his anger driving him to do things that ordinarily he wouldn't do. "You better leave Neliel and Sun-Sun alone, or I'll fucking blow your head off." He threatened, his eyes narrow. Sun-Sun's eyes widened, and she looked to Mila Rose, who had managed to grab everything they needed.
"Besides, Nel's better in bed then you'll ever be, so shut the fuck up about her. I hear you talking shit about her behind her back again, I'll make you suffer."
"We'll just…uh, be going now!" Mila Rose said, beginning to edge out the door.
"Yeah, Apache, you can catch up with us later!"
It seemed to Grimmjow as if they knew something that he did not. "No, you'll take this bitch with you." He growled, throwing an almost unconscious Apache at Sun-Sun. He bought a pink lemonade for Nel, remembering that she had seemed to like the beverage at the restaurant, and then left, seething at the actions of Apache.
For the sake of Nel, he would not lay a finger on Apache. He knew Apache thought it would lead to more, but Grimmjow would not let it happen. He did not want to touch that bitch, when he had perfection awaiting him in his room.
He made his way to their room, setting their drinks on a side table. Neliel sat up in bed suddenly, her eyes wide.
"Grimmjow?" she asked, her voice shaky.
"Yeah, it's me. What's with you?"
She suddenly tackled him in a hug, pressing against him as hard as she could. "Oh…Grimmjow…" she murmured. "I woke up, and you were gone! And it scared me…" she whispered, hiding her face in his neck.
"Aw, Nel, why?"
"I didn't know you were leaving…" she pouted, looking up at him. "I know it's silly, but I didn't think you were coming back." She was suddenly covering his face in kisses. "Come to bed, Grimmjow." She begged, her eyes liquid. "I can't sleep unless you're here with me." She whispered softly.
He obliged, crawling under the covers with her attached to him. He kissed her neck gently, and she whimpered, and tightened her arms around him. Surprisingly, he wasn't aroused by her actions, but he figured he was still angry, and tired. Besides, Nel was tired too, he could tell.
"We'll be home soon…" he mumbled, more to himself than to her.
"What happened down there, Grimmjow?" she asked suddenly, her voice soft.
"I ran into…Apache, Sun-Sun, and Mila Rose at the vending machines." He admitted. "Apache was badmouthing you, so I got pissed and put her in a chokehold," He said, sighing. "I would have killed her—but I didn't think you'd be too happy with me for that."
"Oh…Grimmjow." She whispered, nestling her head into his chest. "You didn't have to do that for me." She mumbled sleepily.
"Yeah, but I did." He felt his anger melting at her simple embrace, and her words. "The bitch shouldn't be saying shit behind anyone's back." He growled, and Neliel tilted her head up and kissed him.
"Why is she here?" Neliel asked.
"She got married too."
"To whom?"
"Ulquiorra."
Neliel found herself giggling all of a sudden, and she hid her face in Grimmjow's chest. "No wonder she's so angry! She's sexually frustrated!" she giggled hysterically, and Grimmjow found himself laughing, as well. "Don't let her get you down, Grimmjow. At least you're not cold like Ulquiorra." She told him, kissing him again.
"Yeah, you're right. Nnoitora married Mila Rose, you know."
Neliel's jaw dropped. "He did?" her eyes widened. "He's pretty obsessed with me…"
"He probably cries out your name while he's fucking her." Grimmjow joked. Neliel hit his chest lightly.
"Grimmjow! Don't joke about that! He probably does!" she gasped, shaking her head. "You're doing just what Apache did!"
"Shit, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were obsessed with Nnoitora right back." Grimmjow growled, an almost jealous tone in his voice.
"No!" she hid her face, trying to feign sleep. "I already told you. I don't like that bastard." She grumbled.
"Yeah, whatever." He returned. "I don't fucking care. You've got me, now." He told her, chucking her chin lightly. She giggled softly, kissing him again.
"Good night, Grimmjow!"
"Ah…good night, Nel." He closed his eyes and fell asleep, and she did the same not long after.
She awoke to sunlight streaming through the window, and the sound of running water. "Grimmjow!" she exclaimed softly, and ran to the bathroom, trying the door. To her major disappointment, it was locked. "Aw, no fair!" she pouted, but shrugged and looked through one of the miscellaneous bags laying around the place. In one of them, she found a two-piece, green bathing suit, and she put it on, going out on the balcony to lay in the sun.
And laying in the sun felt so nice! Neliel sighed happily as the warm beams soaked into her skin.
Grimmjow finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, flicking the water from his light blue hair. He opened the door and looked to the bed, finding it empty. Empty? Neliel had been in it, sleeping, not too long ago! Where could she have gone? "Nel?" he called.
"Oy! Nel! Where are ya?"
"Grimmy! I'm out here!" she called, without moving. He went to the balcony and grinned at the sight of her in that too-small bikini. He leaned down and caught her mouth in a kiss, running his hand through her green locks.
"Grimmy, why'd you lock the door when you took a shower?"
"I'm not really sure." He told her with a shrug, kissing her again. "Come back inside?"
"Sure." She took his offered hand and he helped her rise. The scrape on her knee had scabbed over nicely, though she was walking with a slight limp. She had not realized that it had been such a bad fall, but she figured she'd be over it soon. At least it meant Grimmjow would faun over her.
And sooner than they thought, they'd be settling into their new home. Neliel went to take a shower, and this time dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and a tight, green top. She brushed her long green locks out, and looked at Grimmjow, who wore a white T-shirt with another pair of blue jeans. She giggled and ran to his arms, her hair slightly dripping.
"Can we get breakfast?" she asked softly. "I'm always so hungry in the morning!" she told him with a smile. He nodded.
"'Course we can!" He gave her a squeeze and grabbed the card key, and then took her hand, leading her out of the room. As they stood in the elevator, waiting to reach the first floor, Grimmjow gave Neliel a series of kisses, making her giggle. They were the new archetype for newlyweds.
"I hope it's good!" she said exuberantly, and he shrugged.
"Who knows." He led her through the lobby and to the breakfast room, where there were plenty of delicious looking things to eat—along with a group of people. Luckily, the place was rather large, and could accommodate a great number of people if needed. Out of the crowd, Grimmjow could pick out Apache, Nnoitora, Mila Rose, Halibel, Stark, Szayel, Sun-Sun, and Ulquiorra. The only two who did not look happy were Ulquiorra and Apache, who had managed to sit on opposite ends of the room.
"Fuck me." Grimmjow muttered under his breath, tightening his grip on Nel's hand. The only two tables open, due to the mass of people, were Ulquiorra's and Apache's. It was either sit with a cold, unfeeling bastard, or with the bitch who badmouthed the woman Grimmjow loved out of spite. It was an obvious choice.
As they grabbed some food, Sun-Sun and Szayel left the table they had been occupying along with Stark and Halibel, so Grimmjow decided that they would sit there. He rushed along to get the food, piling it on his plate. Neliel seemed a bit indecisive, but when she realized Grimmjow's hurry, she piled it on her plate as well.
Then, he held the plate in one hand and grasped Nel's hand in his other, leading her to Halibel and Stark's table. He was surprised to see Halibel's full face, but of course, the gigai made her bone fragments disappear. Her breasts weren't completely exposed for once either, just a bit of cleavage at the top. She wore a light yellow, long silky robe, and Stark wore an almost matching slate gray one.
"Oy, hope ya don't mind if we join ya." Grimmjow said, and Neliel merely smiled meekly.
"Not at all." Halibel returned, and Stark shrugged.
"Do whatever."
"Ah, good." Grimmjow grinned, and sat down across from Stark, Neliel across from Halibel. "That Apache of yours was talking shit about my Nel." Grimmjow said bluntly, anger flashing in his eyes. Halibel could see very easily that Grimmjow had fallen in love with the green-haired woman, and that Nel was in love with him, as well.
"You don't need to tell her that, Grimmjow." Neliel placed her hand on his arm, pausing in her eating.
"Yeah, well, maybe she can talk some sense into the brat." Grimmjow muttered.
"What did she say, Grimmjow?" Halibel asked curiously, knowing full well that Apache's eyes were fixated on her at the moment. She simply did not care, Apache was a bit hotheaded at times, and for now, she needed to learn to control that. The fighting was over, after all, and it was time to settle down.
"Things that really should not be discussed in mixed company." Neliel broke in before Grimmjow could say anything.
"Really? Sounds like the brat's jealous." Stark smirked, seemingly amused. Neliel flushed suddenly at the thought of someone being jealous of her, then she made a connection. Grimmjow must have slept with Apache at one point! The fool…
"I do not mind. You can speak freely." Halibel told him, and Grimmjow shrugged.
"She said things about Neliel's skill in bed, like she probably cries for her 'mommy' in bed, and shit like that. It pissed me off. She was saying shit about Szayel, makin' fun of Sun-Sun, too. I dunno why, but that pissed me off, too." Grimmjow admitted.
"I've heard Sun-Sun and Apache's sides of the story, as well as Mila Rose's. However, it really is up to Ulquiorra whether or not he punishes her."
Neliel's eyes widened. "So she's his now?" she asked.
"No. Simply his responsibility. They are no longer my fraccion." She stated mildly.
"So…where the fuck did Lillinette go?" Grimmjow asked Stark.
"Ah, she stayed back in Las Noches. She thinks she's too young for marriage." He told him.
"She probably would have ended up with someone terrible, anyway." Halibel added, with a small smile toward Stark. Stark patted her hand under the table, and Neliel smiled at Grimmjow.
"Yeah, I'm fucking happy, Nel." Grimmjow grumbled.
"I wasn't asking." Neliel told him, pouting slightly. "I know you're happy." She reached for his hand, and he squeezed hers, kissing her gently, knowing full well that Apache's eyes were boring into them. He couldn't care less, for he was in love, and he knew it. Nothing would change his feelings.
Stark, seeing Grimmjow and Neliel's kiss, stole one from Halibel, who feigned displeasure. "Stark…do not do such things in public…" though, her blush told him that he had pleased her.
Neliel and Grimmjow pulled away from each other, and finished their food in blushing silence. Apache stared on in anger, and Neliel shifted uncomfortably, finally noticing it.
"Does she really have to stare like that?" she asked softly, her eyes wide.
"She really must be jealous." Halibel remarked. Stark scoffed.
"Someone needs to talk some sense into Ulquiorra."
Neliel bit her lip, and shrugged. "Maybe he'll come to his senses." She offered, then turned to Grimmjow. "Shall we head back to our room?" she asked, an amorous gleam in her eyes as she ran her fingers through his light blue hair. She looked to Stark and Halibel, and blushed slightly. "I must apologize for what I am about to do." She said, looking remorseful for a moment.
Then, she fell into Grimmjow's arms and kissed him passionately, much to Apache's great annoyance. Her hands roamed all over his body, and she moved her own suggestively. Apache was not the only one watching, however, for Nnoitora's jaw dropped, and he looked to Mila Rose. His eyes widened, and he stared at Neliel. Was he missing out, or what?
"I'm sorry, Halibel-sama, Stark-sama."
"You can call us Stark and Halibel." Stark told her nonchalantly. Neliel flushed, and nodded. He chuckled and leaned forward, ruffling her hair in an almost affectionate gesture. "You two can visit us anytime. We'll be in…where did Aizen-sama say, Halibel?"
"Some town in Iowa."
"You too?" Neliel's eyes widened. "We're not all moving to Iowa, are we?" she asked.
"No…just Stark and I, you and Grimmjow, and Apache and Ulquiorra." Halibel informed them, and Grimmjow smacked his forehead.
"No fucking way." He muttered, rubbing his forehead in aggravation.
"What about Sun-Sun and Szayel? And…Mila Rose and Nnoitora?" Neliel asked curiously.
"Sun-Sun and Szayel will be moving to some city in New York. As for Mila Rose and Nnoitora, Minneapolis."
Neliel did not bother to ask how Halibel had remembered that particular location, but she did not care. "We'll be seeing you, then." Neliel told them with a smile, and then Grimmjow swept her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style all the way to their room. Little did they know, Apache followed them.
After all, she wanted to see what Neliel had to offer that she didn't.
She somehow managed to find a way to peek into Grimmjow and Neliel's hotel room without being noticed—a hole bored into the wall, covered by a well-placed painting. She was not sure why the hole was there, or how she had found it, but she could not care less, for she could see everything! And, hear everything, as well.
"Oh…Grimmjow, I've been waiting for this all morning!" Neliel exclaimed, quickly relieving her body of all clothing. Grimmjow was quick to join her in her natural state, and to press against her, kissing her for all he was worth. She returned his passion, her arms folding around him, her breast pressing against his bare chest.
He delighted in the feeling, growling his pleasure. She giggled and bit at his neck, her teeth sinking in. He bit her in return, his teeth sinking into her skin; drawing blood, and she whimpered softly in pleasure-pain, letting him press her up against a wall. He drew her legs up, and she wasted no time in gripping him between her knees for balance.
He had long since grown hard, and Apache felt herself aching with desire for what he was about to give to Nel. That should be me he's pumping his cock into…not that self-righteous bitch!
Instead, she was only able to watch as Grimmjow impaled Neliel with one easy motion, and she cried out softly in ecstasy, her head falling back. "Grimmjow…" she moaned, her nails raking down his back, her body undulating between his body and the wall. Her knees gripped him tighter, and she panted as he increased his tempo, moving ever faster.
Sweat rolled into her eyes, and blood dripped slowly from the wound on her neck. Apache was disgusted by the display of passion between them, and insanely jealous. She wanted to kill that green haired bitch that coveted what was rightfully hers! Grimmjow belonged to Apache!
"What are you doing, Apache?"
She jumped a foot or two in the air at the cold, emotionless voice, before wheeling about and realizing it was Ulquiorra.
"Oh. It's you." She said disdainfully.
"I asked you a question."
"None of your goddamned business."
Ulquiorra closed his eyes and sighed. Her language was so trashy. He shoved her aside and easily found the peephole into which she had been gazing so intently. Of course, the sight that met his eyes was Grimmjow and Neliel making passionate love. And, of course, he had heard the rumors of Apache's jealousy, and her former liaison with Grimmjow.
"You were watching Grimmjow and Neliel?" he questioned, his bright eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to her. "Your jealousy far exceeds your common sense. Little fool. Do not think that you have some ownership over Grimmjow because he bedded you on one occasion." Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Did he ever once tell you he loved you?" Ulquiorra demanded.
"The hell does that matter for?"
"Answer my question." Ulquiorra's tone was menacing.
"No." she admitted furiously.
"Case in point. You would do best to stay away from Grimmjow. He is trash. Do not associate with trash." He commanded, taking a quick peek into the peephole to see if Neliel and Grimmjow had finished their lovemaking. They had, and Ulquiorra knocked on the door, tugging Apache by the arm.
"You will apologize for watching them." He commanded, and Apache grumbled to herself about it. "If you do not, I will turn you over to Grimmjow to let him punish you. I do not believe that you will like the consequences of these actions."
"Fine, I'll fucking apologize. This is bullshit, though." Apache grumbled. Ulquiorra sighed, her language irritating him to no end.
"Hold on a minute!" Neliel's voice could be heard, and Grimmjow was grumbling about something.
Then, the door swung open to reveal Grimmjow and Neliel wearing robes—Nel's was blue, and embroidered with Grimmjow's initials, and Grimmjow's being green and embroidered with Nel's initials. Apparently, they had grabbed each other's robes by mistake.
Grimmjow groaned at the sight of Apache, and glowered at her and Ulquiorra.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Grimmjow demanded, and Neliel latched onto his arm possessively.
Ulquiorra nudged Apache, hard, and she cried out. "I'm sorry." She said.
"Sorry for what, Apache?" Ulquiorra prompted.
"I'm sorry I watched you two have sex."
Neliel's jaw dropped. "You what?" her eyes were huge in her paling face. "You bitch!" Neliel cried, her hand balling into a fist. Grimmjow's eyes widened in surprise at Neliel's reaction, and held her back, in case she decided to do something.
"I can't fucking believe you'd do something like that, Apache. I don't want anything to do with you. So stay the fuck away from me and my wife. That's a really fucked up thing to do." He growled, looking to Ulquiorra. "Grow some fucking balls, and either fuck her or beat her, you cold bastard!" Grimmjow growled, then slammed the door shut and brought Neliel back inside. He held her, and she cried piteously.
"I can't believe…she'd…do that!" she whimpered, and Grimmjow stroked her back awkwardly. He did not really know what to do about her tears, after all, and that was the best thing he could think of.
"Don't worry, she does it again, I'll gouge out her eyes or something."
"Aw! Grimmy, you don't have to do that!" she smiled suddenly, forgetting about all that had just happened. He grinned at her, and kissed that beautiful birthmark of hers. She giggled softly and blushed.
"Shit, I think we're gonna have a good life, Nel."
"I hope so! I really do!" she replied brightly, closing her golden eyes and leaning into Grimmjow's embrace happily. He was grateful for the brevity of her sadness, and hoped that that would be the way she would be for all the time they would spend together.
"Don't worry, kid, I won't let anyone break us up." He promised, and she giggled.
"Oh, Grimmjow, you know I'm not worried about that." She returned, giving him another short kiss, and then looking around the room. "We really should be getting dressed…and doing something!" she nodded.
"Fuck…" Grimmjow swore. "I know it's a honeymoon and all, but Aizen said something about having all the girls get together and go to some girly shit…"
"What?" Neliel looked down, clearly disappointed.
"Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time together after that." He promised, and she brightened up. Of course they would! And the 'girly shit' was probably going to be something fun, anyway! Well, Neliel wouldn't mind. Halibel seemed to be a lot more relaxed, after all, and Sun-Sun was nice enough. She found herself wondering if Halibel had forgotten about any other couples, and if there would be more than just the women that had been seen already.
Well, she would soon find out!