Grimmjow: Four to Love
Beta: OveractiveImagination39
I do not own Bleach or any of its characters.
Chapter 3: What the Hell
Grimmjow noticed that some of the lights in the house were still on when he returned home well past midnight. His babe surely had fallen asleep on the sofa. Hell, why couldn't she just fucking go to bed? He wasn't a damn boy anymore and could take care of himself.
He stopped in front of the garage and opened the glove compartment to get out the door opener, which was too large to keep on a key ring. He clicked it several times, but nothing happened. Sighing, he threw it back in the compartment and slammed it shut.
The automatic door opener had been broken when they moved into the house, and without asking him she had bought a new one that she had found somewhere on sale. The only problem was that the damn piece of shit didn't work well with the door. It was temperamental, sometimes working, other times not, which meant on some occasions, like today, he would have to get out of the car and close the door using the one inside the garage next to the door that led from there into the house. He had tried to find out what the problem was, but the fucking thing refused to cooperate.
The opener inside the garage worked, but he wouldn´t be surprised if tomorrow it would be once again the other way around. After the car was safely inside, the garage door successfully closed again, he threw his jacket over one shoulder and went inside. The car was left behind with the top open and he completely forgot about taking his tie and the ticket out of the glove compartment.
As expected, she was fast asleep on the sofa; the book she had been reading had fallen next to her on the ground. Her colorful long hair hung down over the edge as well, and her full breasts slowly moved up and down with her breathing. Hell, she was so fucking gorgeous and his longing from earlier this evening returned simply from watching her innocent slumber.
He dropped his jacket to the floor and kneeled down next to her. Her full pink lips were slightly open and the urge to claim them with his own washed over him. He bent down but resisted giving her a kiss because he knew she didn´t like a sudden assault this way. Instead he buried his face in her hair inhaling her sweet scent. Hell, everything about the woman was driving him crazy and his groin was already throbbing painfully. Brushing some strands away, his breathing deepened. What he really desired now was to give her small bites on her neck, but he held back his passions, carefully nibbling at her earlobe instead.
She stirred and instinctively tried to shift away, but he softly held her head in place and whispered into her ear, "Hey babe, I'm back and still having an appetite for a little more fun."
Her lids fluttered open and with her beautiful warm eyes still dazed, she looked at him before she smiled, "Grimm …."
He silenced her with a hot kiss, his tongue teasingly pushing her sleepy one around. Oh hell, after all this time she still tasted like pure forbidden innocence. He needed to get out of his damn trousers. Now.
Still kissing her, he started to unbuckle his belt while his other hand moved from her head down to the opening of her blouse, searching for her breasts. But the fucking cloth was too tight and seemed to be glued to her smooth skin. When he used more force, a tearing sound came from the fabric, but he honestly didn't care if he ripped something apart. He needed to take one of her incredible breasts in his hand.
"No Grimmjow, please wait, " she pleaded, pushing him back slightly, gasping for air, "Not here, okay? Let's go to the bedroom, where I will take off my clothes first."
Like a boiling kettle that was opened, his passion lost most of it´s steam. Why could she not just fucking let go and swim with the flow – just one fucking time. He gritted his teeth in frustration. Even if he didn´t want to do as she asked, he ignored his feelings, and scooped her up carrying her bridal style upstairs to their bedroom and purred, "I´ll do whatever you wish babe."
The boring bedroom again. Well, better than nothing, he couldn´t help but think.
Once upstairs, he sat her down on the bed. She immediately stood up again, placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up on her tiptoes to give him a teasing kiss. He lowered his head to meet her half way. After a brief meeting of their lips, her hands wandered slowly down, caressing his chest, "Why don´t you go in the bathroom to fresh up a little, maybe take a short shower while I take my clothes off and warm the bed for us," her voice was sweet, coaxing him.
He breathed a tiny sigh, "Sure babe, wha ... "
She kissed him again, smiling lovingly, "... What ever I wish, I know," she laughed, completing his sentence. She nudged him with her hands back. Giving in he walked towards the bathroom next to their bedroom.
Under the shower he comforted himself with imaging her and her well built body lying naked on the bed. Her shining long hair spread around her head forming a perfect contrast against the light beige colored bed cloth. Her firm breasts with their pink gorgeous and erect nipples waiting for his hands and mouth. His thoughts drifted further south to her full smooth lips, and not to forget the inviting darkness between her slender legs.
At the thought of this tight, hot darkness of her, his arousal grew again - inside as well as outside. Grinning, he took a satisfied look down to his middle and gave himself a testing stroke.
Wow, holy shit! He was more than ready. The hot flash that washed over him, continued to send shivering pulses through his body. He stopped the water, stepped out of the shower, and dried up as fast as possible, but only enough to make sure not to leave a trace of water behind him, which he knew would upset her. Wrapping a towel around his waist and with a hungry grin, Grimmjow rushed back into the bedroom.
There she laid in the bed, her hair made up in a long tidy braid and her breasts fully hidden under the blanket, which she nearly had pulled up under her chin.
The kettle lost it´s steam again and dropping his shoulders he trudged over to his side of the bed and slipped under the blanket. At least she really was naked, as she had announced before. Bashfully looking down she reached over to turn out the table light.
He suppressed another sigh, shifted over and covered one of her full breasts with one hand, starting to massage the enjoyable flesh firmly, but she squirmed and breathed, "Slowly, with a little more care would be nice."
Keeping his passion at bay, Grimmjow loosed his grip on her breast, changing to light strokes and soft boring kisses. Once again he surrendered his wants, to satisfy her needs.
+o+o+
The next morning his sleep was broken by the sound of the garage door. Instead of a low monotonous snarl, a loud choppy squeak could be heard. Then nothing for some time and after that the door moved again, until the last clack rang out indicating that the damn thing finally had completely opened.
The instinct driven part of his brain turned into an alarm state telling Grimmjow his babe must have used the door opener from inside his glove compartment, and that he should be worried about that. Unfortunately, the rest of his brain still was somewhere lost in dreamland and had no idea to why the fuck to worry at all, and so told his instincts to get lost. He turned around, burying his face deeply into the darkness of his pillow.
A few moments later, the loud bang from a door thrown shut yanked him unpleasantly out of the dream he was having about his head buried between two large breasts. Fuck- what was that?
A second even louder bang followed shortly afterwards, before he had time to recover from the first one.
Jesus, what the fuck was this woman thinking. Hell! Today was Saturday. Was it not fucking enough that she insisted on having an early breakfast together with him during the week. Now, she also forced him out of bed on the weekend. Part of this damn breakfast deal was that he could stay in bed as long as he wanted at least on Saturday and Sunday. He flopped himself on his back, growling in annoyance.
Rubbing his face hard, he tried to collect his senses. Damn, was it that time of the month again where her hormones turned her upside down, or what? He tossed the blanket to the side and got up shifting his legs over the edge of the bed. Completely naked and still dazed he sat there running his hands through his hair. Before he stood up, he grabbed the towel from the floor and walked with it in hand to the bathroom. Downstairs, he heard her opening and closing cupboards in the kitchen at a fast pace.
Standing in the middle of the bathroom he gazed down at himself, his eyes fixed at the place in his lower region where a well known pressure was present - the one a visit to the toilet could not solve.
"Sorry buddy, wasn´t the hottest screw at all last night, was it," he mumbled, absently scratching his balls. Grimmjow decided to have a hot, nice long shower and grant his buddy a rendezvous with the handshower while he enjoyed the water falling down from the raindance showerhead. Having both, a hand as well as an overhead shower, definitely was an advantage.
The well-equipped large bathroom, with a shower and bathtub in modern European design had helped to persuade him to move into this house. Well that and the fact that it had been one of her biggest dreams to own a house.
About a half an hour later he left the bathroom satisfied and ready to have coffee. Maybe if he was lucky he could convince her to make him some scrambled eggs with ham. Barefoot, and only wearing his boxers and a white t-shirt, he went downstairs.
In the kitchen he found her stirring cake batter in a large bowl. That she did it by hand was a sure indication that she was angry. Before he would deal with her, he first needed a coffee. Grimmjow placed a mug under the Jura Impressa coffee machine, pressed the button for cappuccino, and leaned back at the kitchen unit, listening to the sound of the machine as the coffee beans were ground, and watching her at the opposite side of the U-shaped kitchen.
She continued to stir the batter and ignored him. Grimmjow scowled and studied her back. His coffee was ready and he took the first sip while his eyes wandered from her over to the table in the middle. He still had no fucking idea what he had done to upset her.
Then he noticed his tie on the table and the ticket placed next to the cloth. Fuck. Mega-double fuck.
He lowered his mug and cleared his throat, "Look babe, I am s…"
She interrupted him by putting the bowl roughly on the counter and turned around on her heels to face him, "No, do not say it again Grimmjow!" she said in a high-pitched voice. "You ignored everything I asked you yesterday. Everything!"
"Babe listen, it was so fucking hot, and…," he tried , but she raised a hand.
"No, you will listen. You lowered the top, removed the tie, and drove too fast, again, " she rushed to the table, grabbed the ticket and waved angrily with it, "And you got a ticket. Again," now her voice was so loud that she nearly shouted.
That again? In the pit of his stomach anger started to boil, "It is just a damn ticket. Nobody got fucking hurt," he growled putting his mug down.
"Grimmjow, watch your mouth. I really can´t stand your cussing any longer. Stop it," she glared at him.
His anger exploded, he stomped forward and placed his hands on the table, "I am not one of your fucking dogs. Ya can´t fucking tell me how to talk and what to do," he yelled directly into her face before he could stop himself.
She stepped back her eyes wide, sudden fear present on her face. Grimmjow's own eyes widened as well, becoming aware that he had frightened her. He turned cold and moved back from the table immediately.
For some seconds a stifling silence filled the room in which both looked at each other, breathing heavily.
Shit, now he really had fucked up. Again. He averted his gaze, feeling deeply ashamed for his outburst.
"Sometimes I wish you would be like my dogs, " her voice was low, more a whisper laced with sadness, "They never lie to me, and they listen to what I am saying."
He looked up again. Tears had gathered in her eyes. His gut turned into a tight knot. No, please no tears. Yet the first one already started running down her cheek.
After another moment of silence, she continued sadder then before, "You know that this is not about the ticket, but about you always driving too fast. My brother died in a car accident and I do not want to lose you, too," the tears now fell down like rain from her eyes. She stared at his right arm, "I just don´t understand you. Your life was changed drastically, in the blink of an eye. You know firsthand that not all things can be made whole again, and how quickly it can all be gone. I thought you of all people should know better," she tried to wipe away the tears but they continued falling.
Grimmjow opened his mouth, but was not sure what to say, so he closed it again, before he brushed with one hand through his hair, "Look Babe, I am really sorry," he finally managed to say, his voice hoarse. He knew his words were lame, but nothing better came to his mind.
She looked at him, eyes still filled with tears but her mouth set into a thin line now, "How often do you want to say this to me, Grimmjow? Can you tell me that? I love you … but," she shook her head in frustration before she turned around, "I have had enough for today, just leave me alone," with that she left the kitchen and walked slowly towards her home office, her head bent down.
Even after she had left, the room was still filled with the same stifling atmosphere, and he felt like shit. A part of him wanted to follow her to set things right. However, what else could he say but sorry, which she didn´t want to hear anymore.
He reached for his coffee and sipped at the cold liquid, hands shaking. This was so fucked up and it was his fault. Guilt for disappointing her, for shouting at her, pierced his heart and squeezed his chest up to the point where he felt like he was being suffocated. He needed to get out of this room, this house, and get some fresh air to clear his head.
It took him less then ten minutes to dress. On the way to the garage he grabbed his phone together with the keys. He started the Jaguar´s engine and for the next few hours he drove aimlessly around. In his head the same thoughts churned round and round.
That he should have known better, that he should have listened to her and that she was fucking right. What the hell was wrong with him that he couldn´t be just satisfied with doing things in a moderate, safe way, like Schiffer, who surely never got a ticket and never would yell at his girl.
Why was there always this damn yearning inside of him which pushed him to go further, drive faster, climb higher, just test if he was able to do it without thinking of the consequences. He was such a jerk. If he would keep going on this way he would lose her. This had to stop. He needed to change. There was no other way.
He feared losing her, yet the sadness of giving up even more of the things he loved doing, those things that added spice to the life he had been forced to live, tore him apart. Grimmjow pulled the car to the side and stopped the engine. Then he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
The one thing in life he really had wanted had been playing football. He never had dreamed of anything else. But this had ended up in smoke.
On the day he had returned to the University after the accident, his arm still in a cast, he had found a letter from the administration in which he was informed that his scholarship would run out the next semester. At least they had given him the chance to catch up with his studies and do all the courses he couldn´t attend because he had been in the hospital. But they also had announced that there would be no further special treatment, and also had suggested to him to leave the University until he fully had recovered. But he had known that those fuckers just had believed him not smart enough to master his studies in the normal way. But he had proved those snobbish assholes wrong. Pushed by his anger he had studied hard, caught up, and learned all the things he hadn't given a shit about before. In the end he had achieved his degree. Not with top grades, but he had got it in a legal and proper way.
But for what? To sit on the bench and watch the game he wanted to play. To search and advertise stupid rookies to teams he dreamed of playing for.
Grimmjow opened his eyes again and looked around, until the bar on the other side of the street caught his attention. Hell yes, a drink would be nice. One really would do no harm, right?
He opened the door but stopped. Gritting his teeth he closed it again and started the engine. Time to face the truth - if he would go in there now, it would not only be one drink. He would drink some more and worst case he would end up on the floor or sleeping in the car. This wouldn´t make things better - with that he had some experience.
Before he had gotten to know her, but after he had graduated from University a lot of his evenings had ended this way. Back then, when his days were no longer filled up either with studying or working and he had have time to mull over about what he that lost. This reality had hit him hard and nearly had broken him and turned him in a drunkard like his father. But fate, in terms of a sick stray pup he had found and taken home, had saved him. The same pup had brought him and his babe together, which had been the best thing that had happened in his life so far.
Damn he really should go home.
In the same moment he realized that his phone beeped. First he wanted to read the received text message while driving, but he thought twice and pulled the car to the side of the road again.
"I miss you, please come home."
Grimmjow stared at the message, feeling some of the heaviness lifting. Even if he was aware that she would not forgive him so easily, she was at least ready to face him again. He would try his best not to disappoint her once more. He replied that he would come home as fast as possible.
Because the fastest way was the highway, he decided to take it. But unfortunately his drive was stopped by a traffic jam cause by some accident. Stuck between the other cars, he was forced to wait. After no movement happened for more than one hour he sent her another message, that it would take some time before he would be home and that they had an appointment for brunch on Sunday at Merrill's, with an old friend he had met at the reunion and his girlfriend, and that she should go to bed.
It was past 10.00pm when he arrived home and found her fast asleep on the sofa again. But at least she already was wearing her pajamas. Carefully he carried her upstairs and tucked her in. She only woke up shortly mumbling something that she was glad he had returned home safely. He gave her a kiss on the head before he walked downstairs to make himself a sandwich. After that he also went to bed.
+o+o+
The next morning Grimmjow still wasn´t sure if he should say something to her about yesterday. She still was somehow upset and much quieter than usual. She only asked him why he had been so late, and merely nodded when he told her about the traffic jam. Later she didn´t complain when he asked very carefully if it wouldn´t be nice to drive with the top down to enjoy the sunshine and clear blue sky.
But when they arrived at Merrill´s she insisted on visiting the restroom to comb her disarranged hair before meeting his friend. Grimmjow just let her go and walked into the dinning room alone. It didn´t take him long to find Schiffer, who was also sitting alone at the table, clearly lost in thoughts.
Like at the reunion he poked fun at the little prick, "So your girlfriend's invisible," he said a little too sarcastic for his own liking, but yesterday´s issue took his toll. As expected Schiffer wasn´t amused. In fact he seemed more annoyed than Grimmjow had guessed. Yet he couldn´t stop, and continued to tease his old friend. Only this time it didn´t really work and Schiffer got even paler, if that was possible, when Grimmjow taunted him that his chick ran away instead of hanging out in the rest room as Schiffer had revealed shortly before.
He felt sorry, especially after Schiffer explained that the real reason was that he had a fight with his chick about the car he had bought recently. What a fucking coincidence, Grimmjow thought, and told him that nearly the same had happened between him and his babe.
The time his champagne and the orange juice he had ordered for his babe arrived, they both agreed that their girls surely were talking shit about them in the bathroom. He couldn´t help but feel relieved that Schiffer´s relationship wasn´t as perfect as he first had thought. He took a rather large gulp from his champagne while Schiffer sipped at his own glass.
Then he heard his babe approaching, her laughing mixed with another melodious feminine voice. As he had guessed the girls had met each other in the bathroom and entered side by side, talking intensely with each other.
Grimmjow´s eyes widened - what the fuck was that? They could be sisters, having the same large boobs, slender legs and long colorful hair. Only that one of them was a little taller than the other.
While they both approached the table, Grimmjow couldn´t take his eyes from her. She was the hottest chick he ever had seen. Her eyes sparkled wild and the smile on her face teased him challenging. She took her place next to Schiffer, her teal hair moving around her face and figure like a living beast. He was so carried away by her appearance that he completely forgot to introduce himself and his , Grimmjow was taken aback when he noticed that his babe turned around to Schiffer doing it herself, "Orihime Inoue, nice to meet you."
Schiffer also seemed to be astonished because he first gave no reply, and so his babe added something about getting to know everything about the pale prick from his own girlfriend when the girls met in the rest room.
When Schiffer had found his voice again and introduced himself and the woman sitting at his side, Grimmjow already had locked his gaze with the most amazing eyes he ever had seen and which belonged to nobody else but Ulquiorra Schiffer´s girlfriend Nelliel Tu.
Author's Note:
First, so some of you might have guessed it and for some of you this might be a big surprise. If you look at the previous chapters you will notice that OveractiveImagination39 and I never addressed the hair color or anything else which might have pointed out which woman is which girlfriend. Now you know the reason. We both wanted to do something new in more than one way and I think Orihime and Grimmjow are a nice couple, too. Like Ulquiorra and Nel.
Second, thanks a lot for all the lovely reviews.
Lonewingwriter pointed out that there are typos in both stories. OveractiveImagination39 really is doing a great job with editing my stuff and I am more then grateful for her work, otherwise you would have less fun reading my stories because I am still making a lot grammar mistakes and not all words I choose from the dictionary are suitable and used in the sense I believed they would. Discussing them with Overactive always gives a deeper insight into the English language. Also if you look closer there are a lot things of the daily life and life style in general that are still different between the US and Germany.
But back to the mistake issue - those of you who also publish stories know how hard it is to find everything. So, if you think you found leftover mistakes, you are welcome to mention them in a review or PM, as you like, and I will correct them if necessary.