A/N: Gah, so sorry this took so long to get out! D: But here it is at last! On my birthday (June 2nd) no less! Ha. I feel so old. D:
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. ):
Summary: (Takes place after Drabble #90. 'Kiss'.) Grimm and Ichi go to Senior Banquet and have a good time. :)
Rated: T
Warnings: Uhm, none fer once! Mostly humor, and maybe some potential OOCness? But not as much as usual so…I think that's it. No explicit smut scenes tho. Just some fluff to giggle at. …:D
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Their limo pulled up to the Banquet Hall before the chauffeur hopped out from the driver's side and strode around to open the door. Dressed sharply in his white tux, Grimmjow stepped out of the limo, suavely running a hand through his hair as he turned to offer an arm to his date.
Ichigo, who was dressed just as snazzily as the taller senior in a black suit, scowled a bit at the grinning blunet but rolled his eyes and grudgingly accepted the gesture, grabbing the crook of Grimmjow's elbow before he was led up the stairs into the Hall.
Inside, people gawked and stared, girls giggling as they passed but the two paid them no mind. When they reached their table, their friends and their dates welcomed them, and Grimmjow, ever the gentleman, pulled out the chair for an exasperated Ichigo who sighed, but finally sat down and allowed the blunet to gently push the chair back half-way under the table once he was seated.
They mingled and chatted with the others until dinner was served, Grimmjow savoring a tender sirloin steak while Ichigo dug into his rice pilaf with grilled chicken cooked to perfection. "How is it?" The orange haired teen looked up to the side and found blue eyes staring at his food curiously.
"It's good. Wanna try?" he asked.
"Yeah." The younger senior was about to push his plate over to the other for easy reach when Grimmjow opened his mouth instead, cocking a sky blue eyebrow expectantly. He resisted the urge to grin as he watched his date flush an irresistible pink, orange eyebrows furrowing before Ichigo slowing scooped up a spoonful and carefully placed it into the blunet's mouth, glaring agitatedly into sly, laughing azure eyes. Grimmjow's lips closed over the utensil sensually, giving Ichigo a sultry look before he slowly pulled his head back, taking the food with him as the orange head felt his face heat up even more at the little display. "Mm, it is good," Grimmjow purred, then turned back to his own plate to cut a piece of steak and presented it before Ichigo's face. "Have some of mine."
The other looked at him suspiciously but warily opened his mouth nonetheless, taking the juicy piece of meat off the fork and chewed. Orange eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Wow, that's delicious," Ichigo mumbled before swallowing.
Suddenly, "You have a lil' somethin' there," was breathed huskily into his ear before something warm and wet swiped at the corner of his mouth. He whipped his head around just in time to see Grimmjow lick his lips provocatively before he turned away and hunched over his food, flustered and annoyed as everyone at the table laughed and giggled at his red face while they finished their meal.
The rest of the night passed in a similar fashion with Grimmjow's teasing looks and gestures before the taller senior pulled Ichigo over onto the dance floor, which only led to more embarrassment for Ichigo – who'd never really danced with someone before – and more amusement for Grimmjow and his friends as the blunet expertly led him through a formal waltz. The gorgeous bastard even had the gall to bend him back into a dip and kiss him right in the middle of the dance floor for all to see. His face felt like it was going to explode, it was so hot. He kind of wanted to die at that point, even more so when he found himself kissing back eagerly. The catcalls, wolf whistles and excited squeals still echoed in his head every time he thought about it.
Around midnight, their group somehow made their way to the Kuchiki Mansion for the after party where more modern music blared out of the expensive state of the art stereo speakers and illegal alcohol ran abound, while guestrooms were made available later on for those unable to go home until morning.
That was where Ichigo found himself next when sunlight decided to wreak havoc on his eyes, waking up in Grimmjow's arms, naked and sore and feeling like he had been hit by an 18-wheeler. He groaned and buried his face back into Grimmjow's muscled chest, not even able to muster up a glare when the blunet chuckled sleepily into his hair.
"I'm never letting you convince me into play any drinking games ever again," he grumbled as his new boyfriend kissed his forehead and rubbed his back soothingly.
"Yes, dear...Do ya want me to make it feel better?" Ichigo didn't like the leer in Grimmjow's voice and scrambled out of bed, almost making it to the door before the blunet pounced on him and dragged him into the bathroom for some morning 'fun' in the shower.
"This is not making it feel better!" The bastard ignored his sputtered curses and his protesting fists pounding on his back, even cackling evilly as he did so.
Well, fuck. He was so screwed (Literally. Into the shower wall in fact. And liked it very much, though if asked, would deny it vehemently).
Owari.
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A/N: I dunno. I have no idea where I was gonna take this. Not a clue. Oh well, hope yu like it anyway, especially yu, Katrina Tora! XD Hm, 844 words. Not bad. :D Review? :3