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TWO

Guadelupe stretched and laughed as Grimmjow grumbled from behind her. Extricating herself from his heavy limbs, she had all but climbed out of the bed when a calloused hand shot out, grabbed her wrist and yanked her none to gently back into the bed and underneath a half-awake espada.

"I didn't say you could go, Bitch." Insulating himself between her legs, Grimmjow promptly lay his head on her chest and closed his eyes.

"Never would have taken you for cuddly."

Grimmjow cracked an eye open and growled.

Guadelupe chuckled and ran a hand through his hair as an ever-so-tiny shiver rode down her spine.

Grimmjow grinned widely before lifting himself to kiss her deeply, plundering her mouth roughly and nipping at her lips with sharp teeth.

Guadelupe met his half-lidded blue eyes and smiled against his lips, moaning as one of his talented hands found a sensitive place to touch.

Tsukiko woke up smiling like she always did after those dreams, Katsuo snoring lightly against the center of her chest.

These dreams were never exactly the same; some were vivid almost to the point that she would swear up and down that she wasn't sleeping, some featured more people wearing those strange bone masks, but they were always set in that sterile white palace and they always featured a blue-haired carbon-copy of Katsuo, and the woman, a taller, leaner version of herself, he called 'Bitch' as if it were an affectionate nickname.

"What're you thinkin' about, baby?" Katsuo rolled over pulling her on top of him and landing a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

Tsukiko sat up and straddled his hips. "Nothing really, just had a weird dream. What about you? What did you dream about?"

"Fuckin' you."

Tsukiko pulled a face. "Charming."

Katsuo grinned widely, the same wide smile that had graced his blue-haired dream counterpart in every single one of her recent dreams. "You asked."

Tsukiko giggled. "Did you learn anything new?"

Suddenly she was on her stomach, Katsuo tucked in against her back, worrying one of her earlobes between his teeth. "Sure did, Baby. Interested in a lesson?"

"Definitely."

"It's official: Katsuo Nakagawa, known as the Panther by his fans, will get his first shot at the middleweight championship belt, fighting the current champion Anderson Silva of Brazil, who has already defended his title nine times. Don, what do you think about that?"

Tsukiko started and rushed out of her studio, guitar still in her hand, and into the living room staring at Katsuo, who sat bare-chested in unbuttoned jeans on the couch, a shit-eating grin on his face. "You didn't tell me that you'd been given a chance at the championship!"

Katsuo beckoned her over. "I didn't know it was official yet. Just got word from my manager an hour ago." She walked over, staring at the two sport-casters discussing her boyfriend's fighting style, and set her guitar against the arm of the couch. "I didn't want to tell you until I knew for sure." He tugged on her hand and she sunk into his lap. Spike, seeing both of his humans in one spot, settled into her lap, purring like a sewing machine. A second later the couch sunk as Kyodaina fit himself into the corner of the couch next to them, laying a slobbery, black and white head on her knee.

"Nakagawa definitely has a chance, Bob. He's big, fast, flexible and aggressive, if he can stand up to Silva's stand-up game and Muay Thai and dominate on the ground, there is a good chance that Nakagawa can get that title belt."

"You've got to be kidding me, Don. Sure Nakagawa is an impressive fighter and a much stronger grappler, but he's young and impulsive, he doesn't always think through the fight. That will be his downfall."

"He relies on his instinct instead of being hesitant, that is not a weakness, in fact that can only help in this match. He can take advantage of Silva's hesitation. On top of that, I have never seen anyone take a hit as well Nakagawa."

"That's a good point-"

Tsukiko rubbed a hand over Spike's back. "Where is the bout going to be held?"

"New York." Katsuo rummaged around in his pocket before shifting her around to get at the other pocket. "We will have to leave in a couple weeks, and we will probably be there for a couple months, training, doing publicity and shit."

"We?" She turned towards him and regarded him quietly. "Are they going to let you take the girlfriend?"

"Hell yeah. Though that isn't going to be a problem for us anyway."

She slanted a suspicious looked at him. "And why is that Mr. Blue Eyes?"

He shrugged and lifted his hand, a little black box dwarfed by his calloused hand. "Because you're my fiancee, not my girlfriend."

Her eyes bugged out and she stared at him for a long moment.

In the face of her silence, Katsuo began to fidget. "I know that I probably should've asked you to marry me years ago and I know that I am rude and crude and you could probably do better." He paused and smiled. "Maybe not better looking, I'm pretty fuckin' hot, but you know, maybe a doctor or something. Some one who's smart and respectful and shit."

He chuckled with forced mirth and probably would have continued on with more uncharacteristic rambling but she leaned forward and kissed him lightly. Shushing him, she smiled and took the ring box from his hand and opened it. Gasping, she took the delicate solitaire out and slipped it on her finger.

"Good job, Baby."

"I guess that's a yes?"

Tsukiko smiled and leaned back against him, her lips ghosting over his. "Absolutely." He grinned and kissed her soundly. Tsukiko giggled as he wrapped his long, muscled arms around her, squeezing her tightly.

"Mrs. Tsukiko Nakagawa. I like that... it's pretty sexy."

"Indeed." Tsukiko tucked her head under his chin and sighed. "How long have you been carrying that ring around?"

Katsuo shrugged nonchalantly, patting Kyodaina on the head and stroking a hand over Spike's back. "Couple of weeks maybe."

Tsukiko laughed."Didn't think I'd say yes?"

He groused, snorting. "I knew you'd say yes, woman... We've been shacked up and fuckin' for six years now. I just wanted to ask you on my own terms."

"Uh-huh and that wasn't panic I heard in your voice when I didn't answer immediately." She smiled smugly at him.

"You were takin' your sweet precious fuckin' time, woman. A lesser man would have really started to sweat."

Tsukiko hummed and kissed his stubbly cheek. "We need to call our parents."

"We're having dinner with them tonight, they already know."

Tsukiko smiled. "Thought of everything I see."

"I always do."

"Oh and Katsuo? Doctors and other people with respectable jobs are boring. I happen to like overly aggressive MMA fighters. And, within reason, I'm rather fond of that charmingly dirty mouth of yours."

"I always knew you liked the dirty talk." Katsuo's grin was cocky but somehow she knew he got the message.

"Katsuo, this is too expensive." Tsukiko perched herself on the edge of the chair next to him, gesturing vaguely to the expensive department store they were currently in.

Shaking his head, he nudged her towards the nearest rack. "I make plenty and you know it. Plus I need you looking sexy for the match... call it incentive."

She rolled her eyes before turning towards the approaching sales-woman.

"Welcome to Saks Fifth Avenue. Can I help you?"

Tsukiko turned and shrugged, thanking her lucky stars that UFC had sent an English teacher to teach them enough English to get around without an interpreter. "I need a new wardrobe."

Eyeing her skinny jeans, torn-up, dirty Chucks and t-shirt, the sales-woman sniffed. "And what kind of wardrobe did you need Ms.-?"

"Ota."

The sales woman's eyes flared as she suddenly recognized the young lady. This was Tsukiko Ota, the woman and her fiancee had been all over the entertainment news this week. She eyed the engagement ring on her finger and then eyed the expensive watch on the man, Katsuo Nakagawa's wrist. This was going to be a big sale.

"She needs everything." Her fiancee cut off her dollar sign fantasies and replaced them with bigger ones. "I want dresses and sexy lingerie and shoes and jeans and all the other shit females need."

The sales-woman looked aghast at his language and Tsukiko shrugged half-apologetically. "He's got a bit too much testosterone... What can you do?"

Tsukiko peaked out of the dressing and looked around for the sales-woman. Katsuo jerked his head in the opposite direction. "She went to find more ensembles."

Tsukiko nodded and fervently waved him in. "Baby, I look ridiculous."

Katsuo's forehead furrowed as he moved closer, beckoning her out of the dressing room. The short, light-colored dress was made of a light, flimsy material and it ghosted over all his favorite parts of her. "You look hot."

"It's like I'm wearing a night-dress." Trying in vain to pull the neckline higher.

Katsuo nodded, his eyes glued to her cleavage, and used one finger to pull the neckline even lower. "I know...it's like lingerie you can wear outside. You've got to wear this to the match."

Tsukiko glared at him. "I am not a ring-girl, Katsuo! Or a fucking doll, that you can play dress up with!"

Katsuo grinned. "You're hot and I can afford to dress you in nice clothes that make you look even sexier. This is so fuckin' fun."

Tsukiko huffed and turned to look at herself in the mirror outside of her dressing room. She moved back and forth and the dress swished around her thighs. "It's so short."

Katsuo basically growled, pressing his hips forward against her backside. "I know... I love your legs." He trailed a hand up her inner thigh from her knee and leaned in closer, whispering heatedly against the shell of her ear. "Think of the quickies, Baby. This dress defines easy access."

Tsukiko sighed, shooting him another dirty look over her shoulder, a definite pink hue to her cheeks. "If you like it that much... fine."

"An excellent choice, Ms. Ota. That Diane von Furtsenburg dress was made for you!" Tsukiko snorted and turned towards the sales-woman, a look that plainly said that she wasn't at all impressed by the name dropping all over her face. Marching over to the dressing room, the sales-woman held up a fist full of hangers and shooed Katsuo out of the dressing room. "Now let's try some trousers. These draped-pocket trousers by 3.1 Phillip Lim will look amazing on you...And we should also try these skinny cargos."

Tsukiko nodded and shot Katsuo a dirty look taking the two pairs of trousers into the dressing room with her.

Speaking in Japanese so the sales-woman wouldn't understand, Katsuo chuckled and consoled his fiancee. "Think of the quickies, Baby... Just think of all the places I could do you in...and all the things I could do to you and we wouldn't even have to get undressed..."

Tsukiko chuckled from the dressing room and responded in Japanese. "You're such a pervert... You could find a sensual use for a rock."

Katsuo was silent for a moment and then in English, he responded. "Hey Baby, remind me to pick up those hot massage rocks for tonight."

Tsukiko snorted and stepped out in the first set of trousers. "These are comfortable."