A Room with a Blue

"You're kidding right?" Minny moaned as she looked at the room. One queen size bed. She had specifically reserved two rooms with two double beds. They plan was to have boys in one, girls in the other. They had received one room with one queen size bed. "I'm going downstairs to fix this."

"Now, now just wait. We can work with this. Besides, it's spring break. There probably aren't anymore rooms available," Grimmjow said, bringing that important fact to her attention. The hotel and the beach were covered up with university students on their breaks to enjoy the warm weather.

"I'm going to try anyway," Minny grumbled with determination. 'Who's damn dumb idea was it to schedule this business meeting in the middle of spring break. It could have waited a week,' Minny thought to herself as she stomped toward the elevator. She knew it was a big business deal because they were about to acquire another franchise of funeral homes, but still it could have waited a few days. It's not like there is a big rush on companies to buy funeral homes.

"I'll come with you," Ichigo offered, running to catch up with her. He reached her just as the elevator doors opened.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, stabbing the L button for the lobby. "I can't believe this. I reserved two rooms. This is an unforgivable mistake," she muttered. She felt like kicking someone. She was sure her boss would come through for her and give her a reason to take out her frustration on him. At some point he was bound to do or say something stupid giving her the opportunity to smack him. Before the doors to the elevator were even open all the way, she was off and running to the front desk which was swamped with half naked young people in swimsuits and cut off shorts.

"I can't believe they sent us to negotiate the contract this week," Ichigo said, scratching the back of his head as if trying to figure out what to do.

Minny pushed her way through the crowd, demanding to speak to a manager. After much bitching and moaning on her part and profuse apologies from the hotel manager, they still did not have another room. They would later have free steak dinners complete with desserts from room service and champagne. She carried two bottles of wine with her now that were consolation prizes to get her to shut the hell up and go away.

"Here," she said, shoving a bottle into his hands. "Maybe this will take the edge off. There will be more coming later along with chocolate. Champagne will be served with the steaks for dinner. Hope you like it rare."

Minny leaned against the mirrored wall of the elevator closing her eyes. She heaved a very noisy sigh of frustration grasping the neck of the bottle she was holding so hard her knuckles began to turn white.

"It will be okay," Ichigo said, his voice sounding very close to her.

Minny found out just how close when she felt his fingers brush against her cheek. His breath tickled her neck as he bent to press a kiss just below her ear. Goose bumps prickled her skin, rising to the surface as his hand grazed her ribs through her thin shirt. She kept her eyes closed, pushing her glasses up to rub the bridge of her nose as if she had a headache. Her breathing ceased completely when she felt his lips on hers. She put one arm around his waist while she held on to the wine with her other hand. A moan escaped her when his tongue tentatively touched her lips then carefully slid into her mouth. Desire exploded within her, causing her to break into a sweat when his tongue touched hers. Her eyes remained closed when he broke the kiss and moved his lips toward her ear kissing her cheek on his way there.

"I've watched you. I've seen how you stare at me. I know what you're thinking because I'm thinking it too," he stated seductively his warm breath raising goose bumps across the back of her neck. His hand slid around her waist, pulling her against him. "Open your eyes. Look at me now."

Minny did as he asked and was greeted with a view of his desire laden brown eyes boring into hers. She opened her mouth to speak but the words would not come so he kissed her again.

The elevator beeped and the doors opened causing both of them to jump apart violently. Grimmjow and Rukia stood at the open doors with an expectant look on their faces. Minny only shook her head, walking to the room as fast as she could.

"Told ya!" her boss yelled after her. That was her opportunity to knock the crap out of him, but she was too busy making a quick retreat.

"Shut it, asshole!" she yelled over her shoulder. She found a bottle opener in a drawer of the fully stocked bar in their room. She took down one of the glasses and filled it before walking onto the balcony to enjoy the cool breeze.

"Are you all right?" Grimmjow inquired, joining her and sitting in the chair across from her. He took off her sandals and put her bare feet in his lap.

"I just makes me angry. How hard is it to do your job and do it well? To call them unprofessional would be a kind understatement," she snapped, sighing deeply. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against her chair.

"You would know about doing a job and doing it well. I'm glad I found you. You're doing a great job for me. I've never been so organized and accomplished so much. You're even getting me to places and meetings on time which has shocked everyone. You're a great assistant," he complimented, rubbing her calves. "You're an amazing woman."

"Did you just give me a compliment?" she asked, popping open one eye to look at him.

"Yes, I did," he replied, digging his fingers into the tight muscles and pulling a moan from her lips. "Don't do that or I'll say something perverted and ruin the moment."


After the promised apology dinner arrived from room service and was swiftly demolished by the four hungry people, they all went their separate ways to find some kind of distraction. Ichigo went to work out at the hotel gym. Grimmjow went to a bar; no surprise there. Rukia decided to go shopping inviting Minny but she declined. She knew the vivacious little woman would run her legs off and she was already tired. She just wanted to relax so she decided on a leisurely stroll on the beach.

Minny sat down in the sand after she had been walking for a while. She closed her eyes to listen to the rhythmic sounds of the waves hitting the shore. Reaching up, she pulled out the pins that securely held her hair. When her hair was free, she allowed it to blow freely in the strong ocean breeze. The glasses came off next, and she held them in her hand as she closed her eyes once again to revel in the cool wind and calming waves.

"Damn," she heard a familiar male voice murmur.

Minny opened her eyes to see Grimmjow standing next to her with a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hand. She had never let any of them see her this way and she had never wanted to, especially him. Oh, well. It was too late to run now. Her eyes remained on his as he dropped into the sand beside her. She held her breath as he reached out to touch her face.

"You are absolutely stunning. You're beautiful," he said, placing both hands on her cheeks.

Minny's eyelids fluttered closed as he bent his head to kiss her. Their lips met in an awkward way with her catching his full bottom lip between both of hers and his top lip above hers. It was an unusual kiss just like the man giving it. She wouldn't expect anything less from him. Her arms moved around his shoulders as she leaned into him. She rolled onto her hip, throwing her leg across him as he turned toward her.

"This isn't working," he mumbled against her lips. After sitting on his behind, he pulled her over his lap to straddle his hips and the burgeoning mound making his khaki shorts feel way too tight.

Minny felt herself blush, her eyelashes fluttering down to her cheeks when she kissed him again. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Grimmjow wasn't supposed to be falling in love with her. Only Kurosaki was supposed to fall in love with her. What was so important about him again? What were her reasons? Suddenly she couldn't remember as Grimmjow's tongue spiked with some alcoholic drink slid into her mouth.

"Minny, can I make love to you?" he asked, sliding his hands under her t shirt to her breasts.

After blanching at the word love, Minny recovered and queried, "Here, now? Right here in the sand?"

"Oh, dear god, anywhere, Minny," he moaned, kissing her again as his hands covered her breasts. "But it's got to be right now. I want you."

It had worked in their favor that she had worn a knee length skirt. After some difficulty, she removed her underwear while he prepared for her by taking his erect manhood out of his shorts.

"Are you kidding me?" she gasped as she stared at it.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked, reaching for her.

"It's huge!" she exclaimed, biting her lip as she hovered above him with the head pressing against her body.

"Just take a deep breath and go slow. You'll adjust. You'll like it," he murmured in a very deep, sensual voice as if she needed convincing.

Minny did not know what made her do it. Maybe it was because she had not been with a man in quite a while because her sometimes lover had been out of the country on business too long or a simple matter of curiosity, but she wanted him and she was going to have him. Her hands twisted into the hair at the base of his skull pulling slightly as she lowered herself onto him. A groan of pain mixed with pleasure slipped past her lips as she carefully settled herself onto him.

"Are you going to leave me after this? Will you quit?" he inquired, pulling her head back to look at her.

"Not unless you want me to," she answered, looking into his eyes to see something akin to a desperate need, a longing – for her.

"Please, don't. I need you," he said, pulling her lips to his as he moved under her.

Minny gasped, pulling away as pain radiated from deep in her belly. She would adjust but not soon enough. Apprehensively, she moved up a little then slid back down. A low growl rumbled in his throat, encouraging her to do it again. With his hands around her waist, she started moving up and down tentatively, steadily increasing length and speed of her movements. It was a good thing it was late and there were not many people on the beach. If someone did happen to come near, they would stop moving their bodies to kiss because no one would really pay much attention to people kissing on a romantic beach. After this happened several times causing a delightful tension to grow and intensifying their desire for each other, they decided to end this thing and really let each other have it. It became a flurry of thrusting hips and pistoning bodies. Until finally the delicious end came with a roar and scream (him and her respectively) and they sat there shaking with their arms wrapped around each other.

"Wow," he murmured, kissing her neck. "You're even more fun than I thought you would be. That was great! When can we do it again?"

"Huh?"

"How about now?"

"Now?" She squealed as he thrust his hips up at her. "Oh, god!"

"Now."