The last part of 'When We Collide', in other words, the best part! (I now have images of Grimmjow saying 'it's about damn time' running through my head) Please enjoy, and thank you for reading 'When We Collide'
Chapter 4 – A Thing Called Love
Within a fortnight easily, the amount of times I ran into Grimmjow again and again were outstanding, so much so that I lost count after the fourth or fifth time we had bumped into one another and exchanged words. It didn't matter where we were, to me. We had bumped into one another in a park, in the nearby shopping district, outside a rundown bar on the corner of a street, and in the same place where we first collided with one another. I had been out on a walk, and I, quite literally, bumped into him, this time, it was not far from my old high school. His blue hair made it look like he just rolled out of bed, but it had that sex appeal to it; it worked for him. His blue eyes smirked when he saw me, and as he held the strap of his guitar with a clasped hand as it rested on the back of his shoulder, something told me that it was partly something to do with fate. The way that we kept running into one another was definitely...irregular, if you want to give it that much thought. The way we spoke to one another was also interesting, but part of me told me not to get my hopes up.
"Hey, Ichi. Didn't think I'd see you today" Grimmjow smirked. I felt my heart lighten a little. I tried my best to contain myself, but relief had washed over me inside. I was relieved to know that I had left some kind of mark in Grimmjow's memory, even if it was a small one. I was relieved to know that I was a footprint in the sand of Grimmjow's memory.
"Why's that? It's not like I made that big of an impact in your life" I asked with a shrug of my shoulders discretely. That sentence alone sounded cold, but it was honest. I was doubtful; hesitant about whether or not Grimmjow actually liked me like I liked him. I waited for Grimmjow's answer, but I was entranced when he smiled. It seemed like he didn't notice. If perfection was a manifestation, it would definitely be Grimmjow, for me. His carefree smirk, his gentle cyan-coloured eyes, his tanned body, his deep baritone, everything about him drove me crazy.
"Ah, but you are. You were the only one I saw in that crowd last night. Your orange hair, your brown eyes, everything about you I managed to notice. It's funny, huh? You just bump into someone and within hours, you can't stop thinking about them" Grimmjow smiled. Unlike the somewhat coy smirks that he had given me time and time before, this one, this one smile in particular was more sincere, as if he was reminiscing something. I looked at him oddly for a minute. It didn't come as much of a shock to hear him say that. In the light just then, people would have thought he was a model or something. I didn't know what to say at that point. It was like I was falling into something that resembled the lies that my ex had once told me. Safe to say, it was something that I wanted to forget about. As soon as I thought about it, I immediately got disheartened.
"Yeah, funny" I began slowly. "Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?" I asked all of a sudden. Grimmjow looked at me, pulled his guitar around and started to strum it.
"What do you want to know, Ichi? My birthday? My favourite food? Who's on my mind right now?" Grimmjow strummed and sang in a jokingly manner. It sounded light, as if he was trying to make me laugh. If he had kept it up, I would have burst into a fit of laughter.
"Do you believe in fairytales?" I asked. He looked at me oddly for a minute. "I...I mean, do you believe that everyone can have that special person by their side, through thick and thin, for the rest of their life?" I asked slowly.
"Yeah. I also believe in a thing called love, and to be honest with you, Ichi..." Here it comes. The part where he tells me he just led me on for the fun of it. The part where he tells me that I'm not the one he wants. The part when he tells me that he's already with someone, when he tells me that he's married, when he tells me that he's got a family, when he tells me that I'm not 'the one', that I'm not his missing puzzle piece, that I'm not that special person that will be there for him when he needs it. I couldn't bare it. Sure, I knew that something like this was going to happen sooner or later, but I didn't want it to happen just now. I didn't know if I would be able to handle it.
"Stop it! I can't take it anymore. Just tell me the truth; don't you dare lie to me anymore" I snapped without even realising it on a subconscious level. I had just blurted out near enough everything that I had said to my ex a long time ago to Grimmjow, an innocent man who had done nothing wrong, not to me anyway. I didn't mean to, either. I had squeezed my eyes tight and my hands had instantly flown up to my ears, as if to block out what he had said. My voice was raised, but it definitely sounded broken to me, so much so that I could have sworn that both my voice and eyes had just allowed the tears to flow down the sides of my face, and plague my voice.
"What are you talking about, Ichi? I don't understand" Grimmjow slowly began, and from the feel of it, I felt his free hand touch my shoulder gently. It felt like his hand was giving it a reassuring hug, it had that sentimental feeling to it, that empathetic feeling about it, that feeling that had driven me crazy and that I couldn't live without. It was my addiction; he was my addiction. The many but equally few times that we had conversed, I had gone home, feeling addicted to him. He was my drug, and I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted more. I wanted to touch him, to hold him, to kiss him. I wanted him, and no-one else, but I still couldn't face up to the reality of things. We lived in two completely different worlds that had just collided once or twice coincidentally.
"What isn't there to understand? I'm crazy about you, but you belong to someone else. You always did. I never did anything to you, so why should I get hurt time and time again by you? It's not fair. Just stop it already. I'm crazy about you. I can't stop thinking about you" I blurted out without any realisation, or subtlety for that matter. I didn't care at that point. I needed to tell Grimmjow how I felt. I felt the tears sting my eyes continuously as I cried softly. I felt Grimmjow's free hand loosen its grip from my shoulder, only to then be placed against the side of my cheek. I looked up with glassed-over eyes.
"I don't know what you've gone through previously, but I'm not going to hurt you, Ichi. I promise you that. That's the truth" Grimmjow said seriously and leant down. His lips felt soft but passionate as they crashed onto my own in a sensual manner. It shocked me, so much so that I had forgotten everything that had happened to me before I had met Grimmjow. I felt his hand wipe away the teardrops that had escaped the left side of my face gently as he kissed me passionately. I found myself relax a little, and with that, Grimmjow's tongue had slipped past my parted lips and danced enticingly with my own. He tasted like fresh peppermint gum and strong coffee; I couldn't get enough of it. I was left with an empty but relieved feeling when his lips left mine; his hand remained gently against my cheek, and the other hand had managed to slip the guitar strap across his body, and hold one of my hands gently. "I don't want to lie to the person that has been on my mind since the day we met, Ichigo" he smiled gently. His hand squeezed my own as he kissed my forehead gently. I felt so safe when I was with Grimmjow, so loved, so wanted.
In the space of an hour or so, I had arrived at Grimmjow's apartment. I didn't have much time to examine the whole building, mainly because I found myself in the bedroom shortly afterwards. My back had collided with the king sized bed below unceremoniously. I felt myself bounce once or twice, before the bed finally accepted me, and as Grimmjow walked over to me with lust-filled eyes, I couldn't help but smell the aromatic fragrance of his scent as it wafted ever so subtlely throughout the room. Something about peppermint gum and fresh blueberry shampoo had me turned on in that instant. My shirt and jacket had been discarded as soon as I had been thrown onto the bed; both items of clothing merged with one another as they lay creased on the cold wooden floor. It didn't take Grimmjow long to hover above me; his smile had been a coy smirk. Everything about him drove me crazy. Time seemed to stop when Grimmjow kissed me, and even more so when our tongues fought for dominance in what must have been one of the most erotic yet pure, unadulterated ways possible. As Grimmjow pressed his tall, lean body into mine, I felt my heartbeat quicken exponentially, almost to a point where I thought, at one point, it could have easily skipped a beat or stop suddenly. At first, the thought of it would have been enough to push Grimmjow off of me, but as I pressed my hands against his chest, all of my inhibition disappeared into thin air. Grimmjow was well-toned, almost to the point where he could have easily been the offspring of a Greek god or a male supermodel in his previous life.
My blood spread across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose when Grimmjow's fingers brushed against my chest; the blunt fingertips grazing at my half-hard nipples. As the fingertips dug into the sensitive skin time and time again within the next few seconds, I pulled apart from Grimmjow's lips to allow breathy gasps one after the other flew past my own. The gasps only grew when Grimmjow rolled his hips into my clothed erection; the jolts of pleasure intensified the more his hips rolled into mine. I needed more, though. I needed him to claim me as his', to make my body only crave his', to keep me up all night with oh-so sweet yet sinful words. I wanted him, I needed him. I turned my head to the side; hoping to bury it into the mattress as Grimmjow's hand roamed down my body, and rested at the waistband of my ripped, washed-out jeans. His lips placed open-mouthed kisses along my neck, and I blushed feverently when his sinful lips came into contact with one of my nipples. It felt excruciatingly good, so pure and unadulterated. His hands had somehow managed to unbuckle my belt and pull my jeans down slightly. Within the next five minutes easily, the pair of us were naked, and in that time, Grimmjow looked deeply into my lust-filled eyes as he hovered above me. "Tell me, Ichigo, do you want this? I don't want to lead you or anything, if you don't want this" Grimmjow asked in a soothing and exotic manner; his deep baritone made the words he had just said flow into my ear like a ghost. It might have sounded like a simple, and possibly a stupid, question, but if he hadn't asked me, it could have lead into something unimaginable. I turned to face him, smiled once and leant up to kiss him. It may have been quick, but it was chaste and passionate. I instantly felt a sense of content, even when my lips left Grimmjow's.
"I want this. I don't want anyone else; just you" I smiled. I was content whenever I was around Grimmjow. He made me feel comfortable and at ease with everything that I had gone through in the past. I wasn't sure what did it for me; whether it was his voice, the way his eyes matched his natural hair colour, or whether it was just his overall presence that just made me feel comfortable. I wasn't sure, but at the same time, I couldn't have cared less as Grimmjow gently yet firmly pushed me back into the mattress. One of his hands reached up past me and pulled the drawer of the bedside table open, whilst the other hand cupped the side of my face and pulled me into a searing but short kiss. He pulled away when he found what he was looking for. In his hand was a small bottle of clear lubricant, and I watched with lust-filled eyes as he poured the liquid over three of his fingers and then discard the bottle elsewhere. He then leant closer to me, and kissed me with so much passion. As he did, I felt his hands travel south of my body. I hissed into the kiss as one of his fingers pushed past the tight ring of muscle and into me, whilst the other hand held me gently in place. I squirmed around in discomfort; it hadn't been my first time or anything, but it had been a while since I had last been touched by someone.
I felt my body relax just as Grimmjow pushed a second finger and began a slow, scissoring motion. At first, it felt foreign, almost to the point where it was uncomfortable, but the more I relaxed, the more pleasurable it became. I moaned shamelessly into the kiss as he continued with his ministrations, but broke apart to moan aloud when a third finger had slipped into me. It felt pleasantly torturous; I could feel the long forgotten pleasurable sensation grow from within me more and as I moaned without restraint, Grimmjow had taken the opportunity to press his fingers deeper into me as his teeth latched onto one of my nipples. They grazed against the sensitive bud sinfully as he sucked on it like a newborn baby. All of it nearly sent me over the edge; I felt so close, but it suddenly stopped when Grimmjow's fingers and teeth left my body. He looked down at me with glassed-over eyes, smiled kindly and with that, Grimmjow pressed into me; his large length made me feel wanted. It was a feeling that I had forgotten about a long time ago; the sense of being wanted by someone felt truly magical. The blush across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose increased in vibrancy, going from originally what was a dark pink colour to now an effortlessly vermillion red colour.
"Ichigo, are you...?" Grimmjow somewhat purred seductively. With that, I quickly leant up, wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him close to me in what could have been one of the deepest, most passionate kisses that I have ever been involved in.
"Just... let me get...adjusted" I moaned a little. It was true that this wasn't my first time, but something about Grimmjow blew every other person, male or female, out of the water. Despite the throbbing pain that came from the initial thrust that had caused my face to contort into a combination of heavenly pain and torturous pleasure, I felt wanted, so much so that I would have easily said 'yes' if he ever popped the question to me. The feeling of being wanted so much by one person felt incredibly reassuring, and I felt tears of pure happiness and bliss as Grimmjow gently pulled out of me, only to enter me at an unbearable yet hypnotising slow pace. I quickly became adjusted to his size within the first few thrusts, but as soon as the pace grew in speed and intensity, he struck my prostate dead-on every single time. Grimmjow never once ridiculed me for moaning wantonly like a whore; if anything, he encouraged it. That, despite feeling embarrassed, I was comforted by that little piece of knowledge.
That little piece of knowledge told me that Grimmjow accepted me for who I really was. The pace quickly increased, and in between the hard, rough thrusts, Grimmjow had managed to reduce me to mewls and breathy amongst all of the harsh thrusts and breathy gasps, one of Grimmjow's hands slipped past our lightly sweat-covered bodies and began to stroke my appendage at a steady and leisurely pace. I gasped breathily as his hand matched the rhythm of his thrusts; the sheer intensity of it drove me crazy. He drove me crazy, and I couldn't get enough of it.
"I'm gonna...Grimm, I don't think I'll..." I moaned breathily as he thrust into me at such a rough pace that could have been classified as being inhuman. It felt so good; the powerful thrusts, the leisurely but equally vicious pace of his hand as it moved up and down my cock was enough to send me over the edge. It took Grimmjow only three more thrusts and quick strokes of my length for me to be sent over the edge. I blushed more than what I thought was humanly possible when I moaned his name as I came hard into his hand. It felt like I was in heaven, and as Grimmjow thrust harder into me, it seemed a lot deeper as he struck my prostate dead-on. His body tensed a lot when he came deep into me; his breathing came out in harsh, quick pants as it mingled with my own. I took in everything that had just happened; our hair and bodies were covered in a light sheet of sweat, and everything that would have been considered as animalistic, had never felt so right. Grimmjow quickly pulled out of me, but remained above me for a moment.
We both exchanged smiles; the sight of him above me was absolutely breathtaking. The way his ripped body was covered in sweat lightly, how his usually messed hair looked even messier, and how his eyes smiled back at me. It was just a breathtaking sight, and it made me smile more. Grimmjow's body finally gave way as he collapsed in a sweaty yet sexy heap next to me. He turned his head to face me, smiled once and lightly kissed my forehead. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I could ever be loved, or love again for that matter. I smiled more as Grimmjow pulled me close to him, and as he did, I took in his scent. It hadn't changed, even with the light sheet of sweat that threatened to consume him.
"Do you remember that question you asked me ages ago, Ichigo?" Grimmjow whispered into my ear. I shuddered a little at the sound of his voice; it was definitely sinful, and it turned me on.
"The one about the fairytales? What about it?" I asked equally as quiet as he had done.
"Yeah, that one. Well, Ichigo, do you believe in fairytales? Or should I say, do you believe in love?" Grimmjow smiled reassuringly after he asked me that question. It had taken me back a bit, but I soon found myself smirk. The smirk then grew to a giggle.
"Yeah...Yeah, I do" I smiled as I looked into his cyan eyes. They were ever so pretty, so bright, so alive and I loved it. I loved everything about Grimmjow, and I was definitely sure that I, in the short time that I had come to know Grimmjow, had fallen in love with him, and I knew that he felt the same way about me. For that, I couldn't have wished for anything else. For once in what felt like months, I was happy. I felt wanted, loved by someone who treated me right. And all that it took was a chance encounter with one another. It's funny; people collide with one another every day, but it takes that one special person to turn your whole world upside down. Grimmjow, for me, was that person.
So, that's 'When We Collide'. Hope you all enjoyed it!