What? Frankielee's back? What is this blasphemy?

Anyways, sorry about going MIA with no warning! Just after I posted the last chapter I moved into my dorm at college! Yep, that's right folks, I'm officially a college scholar now! But between adjusting to classes, making friends, and trying to avoid the "freshmen fifteen," I neglected my storytelling obligations. And for that, I am deeply apologetic.

But now I'm back, hopefully to continue posting somewhat regularly. I won't make any promises, especially because I don't want to disappoint again, but I will try to be more faithful in updating. So, without further ado, let me present you with chapter three!

(And, you know, standard warnings apply: language, AU, OOC-ness {A bit}, and mature sexual content)


I barely make it to Grimmjow's office alive. The research/marketing division of Espada corps sprawls across the entire twentieth floor, and it's an absolute madhouse. People are dashing through the aisles between cubicles, shouting across the room, and hollering into phones. I'm nearly run over several times.

But then I'm closing the door behind me and Grimmjow kisses me softly on the lips. I smile and blush like a fucking virgin at the contact . It's only been two days, but my body craves his. "Hi," I breath. I can feel his breath ghosting over my skin, can smell the slight hints of cigarette smoke and mint gum on it as the tips of our noses brush. "Hey." He says.

He's kissing me again and a nearly forget the plastic bag of teriyaki hanging from my wrist until I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck. When I notice it, I pull away and set it on his desk. Grimmjow wraps his arms around me and kisses the side of my neck. I look back slightly. "I've missed you too," I say, chuckling. I can hear his stomach growling.

I open the plastic bag and pull out both Styrofoam to-go boxes, as well as two pairs of cheap chopsticks, handing one of each to Grimmjow. "Smells good, thanks." He sits at his desk, leaning back and resting his feet on his desk while he eats. I take the couch next to the desk, opening my own box and lifting a piece of chicken to my mouth.

We're both silent for a few minutes until our hunger is somewhat under control. "Busy today, huh?" I ask, motioning to the door.

Grimmjow's office is large, with the back wall mostly consisting of just windows looking down on the busy street below. He's got a large desk in the corner, angled so he can see outside. Bookshelves line the walls and are filled with all sorts of things besides just books.

Grimmjow snorts. "Busy? Che, we're beyond busy. And it's been like this for days. Apparently, one of our competitors in Las Noches just revealed a prototype for a new tablet model, which wouldn't be that big of a deal, except that it closely resembles one that we've been working on for months. Upper management is convinced that somewhere, in some department, there's some sonofabitch selling out secrets to other companies, and likely making a fat profit off it."

I stare at him, open mouthed. I may not be in a line of work like Grimmjow and Espada Corps, but I imagine corporate espionage is similar to say, Rukia selling my plot points to a rival mangaka. Which would be incredibly fucking devastating to the future of my work.

"No wonder you've been so busy." I say, taking another bite of my food. Grimmjow also takes another bite before continuing. "They're riding us division managers to figure out who it is while at the same time trying to run our normal operations. Fuckin' ridiculous, if you ask me."

We fall silent again for a few moments, both of us lost in our thoughts. I'm still trying to understand how someone could be that low. Sure, the economy still kind of sucks, but hell, if you work for Grimm's company, then you're making good money.

I'm spaced out, staring at the grain in the wood of Grimmjow's desk. It takes him saying my name several times before I notice. I look up and Grimmjow's smiling widely.

"What?" I say, coloring slightly. "Nothing, nothing..." he says, completely unconvincing. "You're just really cute when you're spaced out like that." I blush almost instantly as his comment sinks in. "I am not cute," I mutter under my breath, looking down. But Grimmjow hears this and only laughs. He sets his empty lunch container on the corner of his desk before standing and making his way to where I'm seated.

He drops next to me and stretches his arm out along the top of the couch, letting his hand fall on my opposite shoulder. I move closer to him, leaning against him while I finish my rice. God, I think, he smells so good. I look up at him, but he's got his head tipped back and his eyes closed. His breathing isn't deep and regular though, so I know he's not sleeping. I set the box on the small end table and lean back into him, twisting so I can drape my legs across his lap.

Grimmjow's eyes are still closed, but there's a small smile on his lips. I lean up and kiss him on the edge of his jaw, nipping slightly. His eyes remain closed, but his smile has turned into a full on grin. I grin also, kissing my way down his neck to his collarbone. Finally, he reacts, wrapping his arms around me. He pulls me full into his lap, hands on my hips, encouraging me to straddle him.

I comply, and he kisses me fiercely. I open my mouth and let him in, running my tongue against his. His hands run up my sides and across my shoulders before sliding back down to my hips. His fingers squeeze my thighs before he moves them back to grasp my rear. He rubs his hands up my back, slipping them under the hem of my tee shirt. It all feels so good.

I pull away briefly. "We should stop before this goes any further," I say, staring into his darkened eyes. "Yeah," he says, leaning down and nipping my chin, "you're probably right.." He kisses me again, and before I even understand what's happening, my shirt is pulled over my head tossed across the room. "No, really..." I almost plead, "someone could come in..."

"You started it..." Grimmjow growls and nips at my lower lip, but finally gets up, depositing me onto the couch.

He quickly strides across the room and locks the door, looking back at me and flashing that devilish grin. He slowly makes his way back to where I am, undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. And my heart is pounding so fast in my chest but Jesus, he's so fucking hot I think I literally start panting slightly.

I smile up at him as he lowers himself back onto the couch with me, kissing down my neck to my chest and pressing me into the cushions. I let myself enjoy it for a few moments before deciding to take control.

"You're right," I say, sitting up, "I did start it." I give him my best mischievous smile while I slowly undo his belt. "Now let me finish it."

I push him onto his back and pull his pants off. He almost gasps as I slip my hands under his boxers and palm his trembling erection. My own pants are painfully constricting but Grimm wastes no time reaching for the button and helping me out of them. I let him help undress me, but then I put a hand on his chest and push him down. I'm determined for this to be my show.

I pull his boxers off and swiftly take his length into my mouth. He stifles a cry with his fist, letting his other hand find my hair. I run my tongue along the underside, pressing against it firmly. I give it a strong pull, sucking it deep into my mouth and eliciting another quiet growl. While I take him deeper, I slip a hand around into my own boxers and press a finger into my entrance. Grimm's watching me, his eyes hooded and his breathing shallow as I slowly stretch myself and pleasure him.

I can tell he wants to take me so badly, I can see him visibly shaking in his effort to let me do my thing. When I feel like I'm ready, I remove my boxers and lower myself back onto his lap, grinding our swollen members into each other. Finally, I sit up slightly and position myself over him. He pulls me down for a deep kiss as I drop onto his hard length.

Any sounds I could make are stifled by his mouth as my body adjusts to him. We really need to do this more often. After a few moments a tentatively roll my hips a few times. We both gasp against each other's lips.

After a few more seconds I lift myself up and fall back down, impaling myself on him. He begins meeting me thrust for thrust, lifting me from the couch with each powerful joining. Every movement hits something deep within me, making me tighten and clench around him. God it feels so good. Our lips crash together as the pace quickly escalates into something frantic, our grunts and moans choked by our kiss.

Finally my body tenses, and I teeter on the edge for a split second before spiraling into unprecedented pleasure. He follows just after, his muscles contracted and face split in a wide gasp as our bare chests rub against each other. I collapse on top of him, chest heaving as I try to regain my breath.

Grimmjow kisses my forehead sweetly when I finally sit up and start gathering my clothes. He pulls his own boxers and slacks back on before rebuttoning his shirt. He runs a hand through his tousled hair before fixing his tie. I can't help but watch him; everything he does is gorgeous.

His tie is still crooked after he messes with it, so I reach up and straighten it, kissing him chastely on the corner of his lips. He kisses me back softly and we stand together for a few moments, a calm respite from our busy lives.

"Since we haven't really managed to find much time to relax together, how about dinner at my place tonight?" He pulls me in tighter and rests his chin against my hair. "That sounds fantastic." I say, inhaling his scent deeply before stepping away. "I'll see you around eight?" I locate my bag and slip it over my shoulder, looking back at him. "Sounds great. I'll see you then."

I make my way to the door and open it. "Right. See you then." I glance back into the room to see if he's watching me leave, but he's already sitting at his desk again and going through paperwork. He briefly glances up as I'm leaving and throws me an encouraging smile, one I return as I shut the door behind me.


On my way back to the studio, I decide to make a quick detour to my apartment. It's on the way and there's a few things I forgot on my way out this morning, but mostly I just really want to take a quick shower. I always feel kind of gross after sex; I'm not a big fan of the feeling of dry sweat and semen.

I hailed another cab after visiting Grimmjow's office and pay the driver as I get out at my building. The day is bright and clear, if a bit chilly, so I pull my collar up as I hurry inside. The doorman greets me as I enter and walk past the wall of mailboxes. I stop for a moment; when was the last time I got the mail?

I pull my keys out and quickly scan the wall for my apartment number. Finding it, I slide the key into its slot and pull the door open. Apparently, it's been quite awhile since I last picked it up. The box is crammed full of letters, coupons, notices, and other spam. I yank it unceremoniously from the cube and tuck it under my arm as I continue up to my apartment.

When I've reached my door, I let myself in and deposit the stack of mail on the counter. I don't even look through it yet, heading straight for the shower.

I keep it quick and I'm back out and redressing ten minutes later. I make sure to thoroughly dry my hair before heading back out to grab my keys. Rukia is a cunning, ruthless editor, and rarely misses a thing. I don't need her pointing out my recent shower after seeing my boyfriend. Although, there isn't really anything wrong with that.

When I leave the bedroom, I start the hunt for my keys. I always manage to lose them, regardless of how briefly I've left them. They aren't in my pockets, or in my messenger bag, but I finally find them under the stack of mail on the counter. But I'm not as elated as I normally would be to find them. One of the letters out of the stack has caught my attention.

It's in a plain envelope, addressed to me but with no return address. I flip it over and run my finger under the flap, giving myself a painful paper cut in the process. The letter inside is on some kind of thicker paper—parchment, maybe? I pull it out and unfold it. What I read makes my blood run cold.

It's short and rather simple, handwritten with care and centered in the middle of the page:

Ichigo, did you not love the roses?

You seemed to, the way you kept and treasured them.

But if you loved them, then why betray me?

Can you not understand my devotion to you?

I don't understand. Is he talking about my lunch with Grimm today? And how long has he been watching me, how did he know? My hands are shaking and my eyes are wide. I don't know how long I've been standing there, but finally my phone rings. It startles me, but I answer without thinking.

"Hello?" The line is silent for several seconds, and I realize that I should probably hang up. But something stops me. Finally, I hear his voice.

"Ichigo... Ichigo, did you read my letter yet?"

"Who the fuck is this, what the hell do you want?" My anger is finally snapping, I can feel the rage building and overwhelming me. I take a few steadying breaths.

"Ichigo... Why are you angry, Ichigo? Can't you see I just want to protect you? Can't you see that I love you, Ichigo?"

I'm yelling now. "You're fucking sick, you know that? Just leave me alone, stay the hell away from me, understand?" I end the call and slam my phone down on the counter, cracking the screen. I stare at it for a few seconds, but then the screen lights up and it vibrates again, skittering across the counter top slightly. It's the same unknown number, and without thinking or answering, I pick the damn thing up and chuck it across the room, watching as it slams into the wall. There's a sizeable dent in the sheetrock of the wall, but my phone is completely destroyed. And I don't even care.

I drop my bag back on the floor and head back into my room to take a shower. I turn on all the lights again, and the stereo, turning the volume up on my way to the bathroom. I decide that I'm not going back into work today. But I also decide that I have to tell Grimmjow. The bastard's sending me letters now, and Grimmjow has a right to know what's happening in my life.

In the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot and underlined by deep, dark shadows. I wonder how Grimmjow didn't notice my sleepless appearance earlier. My skin is paler than normal, and even my hair seems to be a dimmer color. It's only been a few days since this started. I wonder how long it might continue. I don't think I have the patience to withstand it. I need Grimmjow to support me in this. I need to not be alone.


So, again, I'm terribly sorry about the wait for this, but I hope it was at least somewhat worth it. From here on out, the story might have some time lapses, but the action is finally starting to pick up. I hope for those of you who have stuck with me this far to please continue reading and reviewing. Reviews are my confidence and are a sure way to keep me motivated to write ;) anyway, thanks again for sticking with me, I hope you enjoyed it!

~Frankielee