Hi guys! I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving, I know I did. So here's the next chapter of Is it Wrong. I know a lot of the readers are just waiting for Ichigo to get rid of Ishida, lol I know I am. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Thank you to my Beta-Master, Racey. She's a life saver.
Warnings: SMUT, delicious Het Smut, crude language, a pissed off Ichigo
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Chapter 05: Adulterer
Ichigo woke up to a warmth she hadn't felt in a very long time. The broad chest against her back, the long arms around her waist, the morning wood, jutting out and rubbing against the crack of her ass…well that was something different. Flashes of last night came to the front of her mind; she realized that last night wasn't a dream. She had actually had sex with Grimmjow…amazing, mind-blowing sex. She blushed at how she acted the night before and how much Grimmjow was showing her body affection.
Last night, after a little nap, she woke up to Grimmjow kissing his way up her legs, before diving his way back to her hot center. It seemed Grimmjow couldn't get enough of tasting her on his tongue. After getting her nice and wet, he had turned her over and proceeded to penetrate her from behind. Ichigo loved the feeling of his hands squeezing her ass as he pounded into her, the way his chest molded onto her back.
Ichigo was broken out of her lustful daydream when Grimmjow squirmed and pushed his hard-on closer between her butt cheeks. She had to get up before something else happened. Managing to wiggle her way out of his grasp, she looked around the room for something to slip on. She wanted to make Grimmjow breakfast. Picking up Grimmjow's cotton button down, she slipped it on, smelling his unique scent of pine and something entirely Grimmjow. She smiled to herself as she made her way down the hall. She was finally able to take a closer look at his apartment. The floors of the apartment were rich, sepia brown hardwood and the walls and ceiling a light grey color.
Walking down the hall to the living room that connected to an open style kitchen, Ichigo couldn't believe her eyes. It seemed Grimmjow had a corner apartment because two of the walls were covered with windows from the ceiling down to the middle of the wall and vanished behind window seats that spread across each wall. A large space between the windows held a windowless wall, where a flat screen TV was mounted across the area. Grimmjow's couch was a deep royal blue made of suede, with white and forest green pillows thrown across them. A dark grey chaise lounge was on the opposite side of the room sitting in front of one of the large windows. Ichigo slowly walked up to a window and she could see the beach as the ocean waves crashed against it. This place is so beautiful. I wish I could wake up to a place like this everyday. Ichigo blushed at that thought before shooing it away and heading for the kitchen to cook breakfast for Grimmjow.
Ichigo ran her fingers across the cold granite countertop as she made her way to the stainless-steel refrigerator. Opening it she looked around at everything, then grabbing the eggs, shredded cheese, sausage, mushrooms, she headed over to the counter. Once she finished mixing the ingredients for an egg omelet, she looked for a frying pan in the cupboards. Finding one, she went to work cooking the mixture. She was unaware of the blue haired man standing behind her watching her, or even when he came up behind her. He slid his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Good morning, Ichi."
"Ah!" she screamed, dropping the spatula she had in her hand. She turned her head to see Grimmjow grinning at her. "Grimmjow," she whined. He had scared the living crap out of her. Grimmjow pressed closer to her, rubbing against her behind. She could feel him and it was starting to make her wet. "No, Grimm, not now." That was far from what she was actually thinking. One of Grimmjow's hands slid over to the stove to turn it off. He brought it back up to pull his sweatpants down and let his dick bob out before pushing the shirt Ichigo had on upwards.
"Spread your legs for me," he whispered in her ear. She did so, hesitantly, as he gripped her ass and spread her cheeks apart. Ichigo was shaking as she felt him slowly gliding his dick between her folds. "Mmmm, that's it." Finally seating himself fully inside her, he coasted his hands up her body, under the shirt, gripping and squeezing her breasts, pulling her back flush against his chest. She clenched her muscles around Grimmjow by accident, drawing out a low moan from him. "You're so tight. Feels so damn good." He slid all the way out, before slamming back in, rubbing hard against her pleasure spot.
"Ahh, do that again, Grimm!" Chuckling, he continued pounding into her as he simultaneously rubbed against the special nerve that made Ichigo see paradise before her eyes. Reaching her hand back, Ichigo gripped Grimmjow's hair tight, turning her face to the side so she could kiss him. Tongues tangling, lips interlocking, Grimmjow stroked his hand down between Ichigo's legs and started to rub against her clit. Breaking their connection, she threw her head back, screaming out as her body started to quiver, her breath labored, Grimmjow sucking on the side of her neck. "Ahhhmm, y-yes, Grimm, m-more!"
"Ya' like that, Ichi?" Grimmjow breathed against her neck. "Like it when I slam my cock into ya'?" Ichigo moaned "yes" as he pushed her down, bending her over the countertop. He gripped her hip harshly with one hand and placed the other hand on the middle of her back. Skin slapping against skin, grunts, screams, and squelching filled the kitchen as Grimmjow brought himself and Ichigo to that tantalizing climax. Grimmjow gripped Ichigo's hip tighter, slowing his pace as he watched her in her state of arousal. Ichigo's head turned to the side, nails scratching against the countertop, her toes curling, and inner thighs covered in her own juices, eyes squeezed tight and mouth hanging slightly open. He could feel she was close, her inner walls clenching and unclenching tight around him as he sped his pace back up, making sure to get deeper and deeper with every thrust. "F-Fuck! I-I'm coming."
"Oh, God, m-me t-too," Ichigo moaned. Her walls squeezed tight around him as her body shuddered. "GRIMMJOW!" she screamed, feeling Grimmjow shoot strings of cum into her.
"Fuck me, that…was…good," he said once he came off his sexual high. His head drooped down, letting his sweat roll down his face and fall onto the gorgeous plump ass in front of him. Smiling, he massaged her hips and lower back. She was quietly panting, trying to get her breath back. Lazily looking up towards the stove, she groaned. "What is it, Ichi?"
"You ruined the eggs I made you." He snickered at her for caring about the eggs at the moment. That's a waste of food, you demon.
After Ichigo practically sulked about being fucked in the kitchen, Grimmjow made it up to her by pulling her into the shower with him. They were already late for work and Ichigo still had to go home and change. She refused to go to work wearing the same thing again. That would give people the idea that she didn't go home last night, especially with her car still being parked in the company parking lot. After getting home, getting dressed and getting back to work, Ichigo and Grimmjow walked into the building, talking. She saw Inoue out of the corner of her eye and smiled at her.
"Good morning, Ishida-chan, Jeagerjaques-san." Grimmjow just grunted a hello, while Ichigo waved back with the biggest smile she had had in a long while. Ichigo was happy, far happier than she thought she would be. She no longer felt a needy, neglected feeling. She didn't feel sexually frustrated and it felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She felt light and airy, and she was ecstatic about it. If she was a child, she would be skipping her way to the elevators, but instead she just walked with a slight oomph in her step. Grimmjow was watching her with an eyebrow raised. Stepping into the elevator, he watched Ichigo roll back and forth on the balls of her feet, a big grin plastered across her face. He just had to ask.
"What are you all smiley and peppy about?" Ichigo's smile grew wider; she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Grimmjow looked at her like she had just lost her mind.
"You…are a miracle worker, Grimm," Ichigo said. The elevator dinged and she floated away down the hall, leaving a stunned azure haired man to try to figure out how to get his scowling lover back. Shaking from his daze, Grimmjow began to stroll down the hall. He felt a threatening aura. He looked out of the corner of his eye to see some women glaring at him, whispering amongst themselves. He turned his head and they pretended to be working again. Huh? That's weird. Wonder what their problems are.
Turning back to where Ichigo was, he saw she was talking to one of the female coworkers. The air seemed tense, but Ichigo still seemed happy, so Grimmjow guessed there was nothing to worry about. Getting closer to Ichigo, he heard Urahara call his name. Turning around, Grimmjow saw him beckoning him to come over. Glancing back at Ichigo to make sure she was okay, he headed over to Urahara. He looked upset.
"We have a problem," Urahara said. Grimmjow frowned at that. A problem? Wonder what kind of problem. Urahara began to head to a deserted office, letting Grimmjow walk in before he closed and locked the door behind them. Grimmjow turned around and leaned against the desk sitting in the middle of the room, folding his arms across his chest. He looked Urahara in his eyes.
"What's up?"
"There's a rumor going around that you are having…relations with Ichigo-san." Urahara watched Grimmjow closely for any signs of surprise or panic. Grimmjow was calm looking, so he continued. "Someone claimed to see you and Ichigo-san "making out" in your office, last night. Although I have heard far more…explicit rumors than that this morning, you get the jest of it." Grimmjow wasn't really surprised. He knew this would happen eventually, even if they were being careful. He wasn't really worried for himself; he was far more worried for Ichigo. She may have been strong, but what they were doing was considered betrayal and punishable in some countries. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm assuming Ichigo doesn't know yet," Grimmjow stated. She seemed a little too happy while talking to whoever she was, that Grimmjow was guessing no one came up to her asking questions. Urahara shook his head. He had been trying to get people to stop talking about it. He didn't need another scandal or rumor floating around in the building. He was already trying to get over the Shunsui and Ukitake scandal, which turned out to be true; but no one got tired of talking about it. "Well, I'll talk to her about it. I just hope it hasn't gotten to her husband yet." Urahara doubted it did. Even though most of the workers knew Ishida, they hardly talked to him. If the Quincy found out, it was because someone deliberately told him.
Before Grimmjow decided to leave, he wanted to ask Urahara one more thing. "What's going on between Ichigo and some woman named Rukia?" Urahara flinched, frowning at the name. "There seems to be tension between them, so I just thought I'd ask you since you've known her longer."
"They were friends in high school, just as close as Ichigo-chan is to Orihime-chan. But…Renji came between them, I guess. Rukia liked Renji, but Renji liked Ichigo and chose to be with her. Rukia was furious about it and blamed Ichigo. After that, they became enemies; Rukia would find every way possible to get Ichigo into trouble. She still holds a grudge towards her now, because Renji still refuses to go out with her."
Grimmjow mused over that information for a minute before pushing it in the back of his mind for the time being. Nodding, he made his way out of the office and down to his own. He saw Ichigo standing there smiling at him, so he smiled back. He didn't want her to know anything was wrong yet. "We need to talk, Ichigo," he said as softly as he could to her. Furrowing her brows, she looked at him with confusion.
"What's wrong? Did something happen between you and Urahara-shachou?" He shook his head and gently grabbed her arm, leading her to his office. Closing the door behind him he leaned against it. He looked at her for a minute. Should he really tell her? Especially now? Their relationship was going so good, and rumors would just make her nervous and paranoid. She would break it off with him instantly. Sighing, he scrubbed his hands across his face, peeking through the gaps of his fingers to look at her. She reached her hand out and touched the front of his hand.
"Grimmjow?" she said. "What's wrong?" Pulling his hands away from his face, she brought her hand to his cheek and just watched him, waiting for him to say something. He hated having to tell her, but he knew it had to be done.
"Uh, there's a rumor going around," she stared into his eyes, "about us." Her eyes went wide with horror. He could feel her hand start to tremble against his cheek. It started to fall before he grabbed it.
"W-what?"
"Someone claimed they saw us kissing last night. Now, the situation is all over the place. People are spreading around lies and adding more to the rumor that probably isn't even close to accurate."
"D-do you know what they are saying?" Ichigo's eyes felt teary, but she didn't have the urge to cry. She was just confused about everything. Who could have seen us? We were in Grimmjow's office. I know Renji wouldn't say anything, so, who would?
"Urahara said that some people were saying explicit things, but he wasn't detailed about it." Ichigo brought her hand to her mouth. It was trembling and she felt like she would collapse. Ichigo shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She tried to pull her other hand from Grimmjow's grasp, but he refused to let it go. She looked up at him to see him watching her with an unreadable look. Is he worried that I'm going to break it off with him? That would be the smart thing to do. But I don't want to be without him, I'm way too attached.
"Grimmjow, I think-"
"Don't say it, Ichigo. Don't you dare break it off. Don't let these people scare you from having what you want." Ichigo watched him, his bright blue eyes glowing with determination. His hand gripped tight against hers. She didn't feel panicked anymore. She knew whatever happened; Grimmjow would be there for her.
Chuckling, Ichigo spoke, "I was just going to say, I think we should get to work, we were already very late." He grinned at her; he was right about her being strong. She was more than worthy to be by his side than most of the women around. I wonder how her husband is going to take the news.
It had been a long first half of the day after the whole rumor, but Ichigo took it all in stride. Some woman had asked her about it and Ichigo just brushed it off as a lie, saying it was just made up because someone was probably jealous of how much time she got to spend around the blue haired model of a man. The girls had started talking about having a dream man like Grimmjow, while Ichigo just played back her actual live fantasy with him.
On the other hand, Grimmjow was practically bonding with the other men over the rumor. It had become a "show how much you're worth as a man" discussion. The men started talking about past flings and giving out manly advice about getting with women or even men. Grimmjow really didn't have a problem with that. Getting some was getting some, whether it was male or female. He just preferred women. He passed on talking about his past flings though. He hated talking about some of the women he used to date.
Ichigo was a different situation all together, being married. He had never been with a married woman before, so he didn't really have advice on that when someone asked the question. He was kind of treating it like she wasn't married most of the time, but he knew it was more of an emotional thing than anything else. Grimmjow didn't really deal well with emotions, but women always said he seemed to have a harsh calming aura, if that was even possible. They said he was so intimidating that his certain actions could calm a woman down. He guessed it was a predatory thing. Corner your prey, but instead of scaring it to death, calm it down and when it has its guard down, attack.
When lunch had rolled around, Ichigo had decided to go out to lunch with the women who actually liked her. Renji insisted on coming, saying he had to speak with Ichigo. Walking down the sidewalk, Renji had finally gotten the nerve to say something.
"So, the new guy, how's that going so far?" Ichigo turned and looked at him. She knew Renji was nosey, but he didn't seem like the type to ask about another man.
"It's going fine, why?
He shrugged, "I just want to makes sure you aren't doing something you're going to regret. Also, he seems like a real asshole." Ichigo smirked at that statement.
"You only think he's an asshole, because you almost got your ass handed to you." Renji glared at her, mumbling "stupid strawberry" under his breath. She giggled. She knew he was only being protective, even if she didn't need protecting. "Don't worry, pineapple, he's not as much an asshole as you think."
The red head grinned at Ichigo. "He must of really fucked cha' good last night. You've been smiling all day." Ichigo's face went beet red, all the way to her ears. She swung at Renji to hide her embarrassment, which made him cackle. After laughing his face off, he got serious again. "What about Ishida though? With the rumor going around, I'm sure someone is going to tell him eventually."
"Whatever, it's his fault anyway. He doesn't know how to communicate with me and he throws my needs out of the window. I don't even know how to deal with him anymore. He thinks he can do wrong, then apologize for it and everything will be happy-go-lucky again. I'm sorry to say, but he's lost me for good. He should have been more committed to our relationship, but he was more committed to his job. I've been thinking about divorce, Renji. I haven't talked to Grimm about it yet, though. The only problem is Uryu. With his pride the way it is, he might refuse to divorce me. He doesn't like to give up on anything, even when it's obvious he's going to lose the battle."
"Hmm, that's true. Well I'm sure you and big blue will work it out." She really hoped whatever happened, she could stay with Grimmjow.
A month had passed on normally and faster than Ichigo had realized. Ichigo had been staying over Grimmjow's place more often. She loved waking up to the warmth he radiated, loved waking up to him kissing her all over her body. It had been so amazing that she had forgotten about anything else. The way he treated her was something she had only dreamed of. After the rumor had gotten started, she talked to Grimmjow about the situation with Uryu, and how she was thinking about divorcing him. He was behind the idea of course, but the problem was Ishida and his pride. Ichigo knew he would refuse to divorce her, especially if he knew about her sleeping with another man. She had gone to the registration office to grab some divorce papers and read through them, but they had been sitting around for a month. She hadn't talked to Uryu that whole time about anything, and all her time was preoccupied with Grimmjow.
The hunk of a man's work had officially come to an end at Urahara's, so Ichigo was only able to see him when she stayed over his home. Grimmjow had gone back to his own company and back to his grind of being the company president. She missed seeing him throughout the week, but when the weekend came, she was giddy with excitement and anticipation.
It was the beginning of November and work was calling for fewer hours the closer it got to Christmas. Most of Urahara's clients were usually overseas doing other business, so he didn't have many meetings, and anything that had to do with food production went through him last to check over figures. Which meant Ichigo had less work to do. Urahara usually took care of all the holiday paper work after coming back from his month and a half trip with his wife. They always took a trip to New York to spend the holidays there, so Ichigo didn't work from the beginning of December to the week before the end of January. She usually went back to spend the holidays with her family, but she wasn't sure what she would do this year. She refused to bring Uryu over her father's house with the way things were going and she couldn't bring Grimmjow because… well he wasn't her husband.
She was sitting on Grimmjow's suede couch on a Friday afternoon, since the office was closed earlier on Fridays now. She watched through Grimmjow's large windows as the snow fell, disappearing behind the bottom of it. Grimmjow was in his office working on some files and looking through his emails. She heard her cell phone ringing from in the bedroom. Frowning, she pushed herself off of the couch and made her way to the bedroom. Snatching up her phone from the side table, she padded back to the living room while answering the phone, not even checking the caller id.
"Hello?" she said in a bored tone. She was relaxing, sipping a cup of hot apple cider and the stupid phone had interrupted that.
"MY SWEET SECOND BORN, HOW ARE YOU? WHY HAVEN'T YOU CALLED DADDY? I MISS YOU VERY MUCH!" Ichigo had pulled the phone from her ear when she heard the first word come out of her goat chin of a father.
"Dad, I'm fine, how are you?"
"I'M GREAT, MY LITTLE BEAUTY, AND SO IS YUZU AND KARIN. YUZU MISSES YOU SO; SHE WANTS TO KNOW WHEN HER SPECIAL OLDER SISTER IS COMING HOME!"
"DAD, QUIT YELLING!" Ichigo could hear Grimmjow laughing in his office. Ichigo had told him how over-excited and energetic her father was. He said that he wanted to meet him one day. Oh, God, that's going to be a big mess.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I've just been so worried about you lately. You hardly call us anymore."
"I've just been busy with work and all, but I'm okay." She heard her father sigh in a defeated way. "What's wrong, goat-face?"
"I've been hearing things lately. Are you sure there isn't something you want to tell Daddy?"
"H-hearing what kinds of things?" She thought for a second. He couldn't have possibly heard about the rumor. Oh no! "Goat-chin, what did you hear?"
"I heard my beautiful daughter was taken away from her husband by a tall, handsome, blue haired man. What's been going on over there, Ichigo? What happened between you and Uryu?" Ichigo couldn't believe someone had spoken to her father about the rumor. That was the second man she wanted to keep it from. It was out in the open now; she might as well tell him what had been going on.
"Ishida and I are going through marital problems, Dad. I'm thinking about… divorcing him. He doesn't treat my needs as something to be taken serious, and his work has seemed to take my place as his wife. We've been separated for a little under three months."
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry to hear about that. I thought you guys were doing great, I had no idea. Well, what's this about a tall, handsome, blue haired man, then?"
"Oh... uh... well, Grimmjow is that man, I guess. We've been dating on the side for about three months now."
"Does he make you happy?"
"Yes, he does. He makes me very happy." Ichigo couldn't help the smile that slowly showed up on her face.
"Well… THEN YOU HAVE TO BRING HIM TO THANKSGIVING DINNER!"
"WHAT? Dad, NO, I refuse to bring him to dinner. Are you crazy? What are Yuzu and Karin going to think? Me bringing another man to dinner."
"I WON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER, MY GORGEOUS SECOND BORN! WE SHALL SEE YOU HERE ON THANKSGIVING! TOODLES!"
"Dad! Dad? DAD! Ugh, I can't believe that just happened!"
"What just happened?" Ichigo turned around to see Grimmjow leaning against the wall with his eyebrow raised and arms folded.
"My dad just invited you to Thanksgiving dinner. You don't have to go, Grimm. I'll just tell the-"
"Naw, I think it's cool. I did say I want to meet your dad and he seems to know about your situation already and it doesn't bother him, so no worries."
"But… are you really sure about this?" Grimmjow smiled and walked around towards the couch and sat down, pulling Ichigo into his lap. She looked down at him. He slid his hands underneath her top, massaging his fingers against her hips.
"Positive. Plus it gives me more of an advantage over your husband, yeah?" Ichigo smiled at him. She leaned over, softly pressing her lips against his, before their mouths and tongues tangled into a hot kiss. Grimmjow's hands slid inside of her leggings she had on and slid behind her, cupping her ass and kneading the round globes, as Ichigo moaned into his mouth. Removing a hand from her cheeks he slowly glided it across her back, before moving it around and pulling up the front of her t-shirt. Removing his mouth from hers, he leaned forward, capturing her nipple between his teeth. Ichigo arched into it, as she lifted her hands to his hair, moaning. He softly sucked on her nipple, swirling his tongue around it. Letting go of it, he moved to the opposite one, flicking his tongue across it.
"Mmmm, too many clothes on," Ichigo moaned.
"Well why don't we fix that, hmmm?" Ichigo slid from off of him to stand up, pulling her tee up and off, letting it fall to the wood floor. She hesitated on her leggings for a moment. No matter how many times she and Grimmjow had sex, she was still embarrassed of showing her full, naked body to him. She watched Grimmjow untie the string to his dark blue, cotton lounging pants. Pulling at the elastic to stretch them out, he reached inside and pulled his dick out. She just stared at it, jutting out and standing to attention. He looked so hard. She bit her lip before she licked them. I wanna taste him. Ichigo pulled her panties and leggings off before slipping between his legs. His eyes went wide.
"Wait…Ichigo? Are you sure?"
"I-I wanna taste it. C-can I?" Ichigo looked up at him with her big brown eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed, her chest rising and falling heavily. Shit, Ichigo, you look so fucking sexy.
Grimmjow smirked down at her, "Go ahead, put cha' mouth around it." Grimmjow watched as she leaned in closer to his cock. Her breath ghosted over the underside of his dick, making it twitch with anticipation. She flicked her tongue out and slowly ran it from the bottom up to the head. Ichigo swirled her tongue around the head before dipping it into the slit, licking up the precum forming there. She moaned at the taste of him on her tongue.
Grimmjow leaned his head back against the couch and fell into the sensation of having Ichigo's sweet mouth do amazing things to his cock. It was hard not to get turned on by what she was doing. Yeah, she was a complete amateur, but that's what turned him on. She was exploring, being curious and doing her best, and her best was just fucking amazing. He could feel her lips sucking on the skin on the underside of his cock before she reached the top again. Her hot mouth was hovering over the head, before she slipped it inside.
"Oh, fuck yea," Grimmjow moaned. She slowly started bobbing her head, trying to get used to feeling his thick cock in her mouth. Her pace quickened and Grimmjow ran his fingers between the strands of her hair. She moaned around him when she felt him pull on a few strands. Running her tongue around it, she continued to get it deeper into her throat. She slid her hand into his pants and cupped one of his balls, squeezing them before rolling them in her hand. "Nnng… just like that." Grimmjow's toes were curling against the hardwood and he was trying to hold his hips from thrusting upwards.
How he wanted to pound into her mouth, but he didn't want to choke her, this being her first time after all. She tried to push more into her throat, but it was starting to get difficult and she wasn't used to doing this anyway. "Take it slow, Ichigo. You…don't have to…rush it," Grimmjow panted out. She looked up at him, with hooded eyes, drool coming out the sides of her mouth. FUCK! He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to fuck her so bad. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her up into his lap, crashing his lips against hers. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his fingers gliding along her folds. She was dripping wet from just sucking him off.
"Grimmjow, let me do it," she whispered against his lips. She slid off of him and turned around, bending over. His eyes went wide as he watched Ichigo grasp his dick from behind her and slide down to slip his cock into her. He watched as her ass lowered onto his pelvis before his dick disappeared inside her. "Mmmm… yes," she moaned as she leaned over and pressed her hands against his knees. He couldn't take his dark eyes off of her ass. She lifted off his dick, only to lower back down, before she repeated the action.
Grimmjow was a panting and moaning mess behind her, unable to take his eyes off that squeezable ass rising and falling against him. He could feel himself losing the reins on his control. She was going slowly just to tease him. He wanted to pound up into her, but he wanted to give her control once in a while. The noises coming from her mouth were just making it harder and harder for him. Finally she rose up and turned to face Grimmjow. She looked down at him, as she ground against him. His hands instantly went to her hips, gripping them tightly. "Mmmm… I…want it…harder, Grimm." He smirked up at her.
Yeah, berry, me too.
He had completely worn her out. Grimmjow had fucked her into oblivion. After her fifth orgasm, Grimmjow had only cum twice and he still wanted more, but she couldn't take anymore. She had passed out on him, leaving him half hard and slightly frustrated. He really couldn't complain though, since she was a good lay, every time. After he put her to bed, he had gone back to the living room to clean up a bit, when Ichigo's cell phone rang. He grabbed it and looked at the caller id, noticing it was unknown. He had to think twice about answering it, even if he had answered her phone before. He decided to answer it anyway and tell whoever it was that she was sleeping.
"Hello?"
"… I must have the wrong number," a quiet, deep voice said from the other line.
"Depends on who you are looking for," Grimmjow responded. There was hesitation in the voice on the other line, but Grimmjow waited for them to get their balls back.
"Uh…I'm looking for Ichigo. Ishida Ichigo." Grimmjow snorted at how timid the man's voice was sounding at the moment.
"Yeah, she's here, but she's asleep right now. I can tell her you called if you tell me your name." Grimmjow already knew it was Ichigo's husband, but he wanted to see if the "prideful" man would ask who was answering his wife's phone.
"Uh…who are you, if I might ask?" Grimmjow smirked; he had been waiting for that.
"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques," the man that's fucking your wife. He didn't really mind telling Ichigo's husband his name. He had nothing to really hide other than the affair. He would find out about it, eventually.
"Well, I really need to talk to her, it's important. Do you think you can wake her up?" Seriously dude, she needs her rest. Well, whatever, she can yell at you. It might be enjoyable.
"Hold on." Grimmjow walked into the bedroom and over to the bed. Ichigo had turned over on her stomach, the covers down, leaving her body showing from the back of her head to the crack of her ass. He sighed; he probably should have dressed her first. He nudged her. "Ichigo…Ichigo… Ichi, wake up! "She groaned but didn't turn over. Damn I really wore her out. "Come on, Ichi, wake up."
Whining, Ichigo responded drowsily, "Grimmjow, I'm trying to sleep. No more sex right now." Grimmjow tried his best to hold back his laughter. He was sure her husband heard that.
"Seriously, Ichigo, you need to wake up. Your husband is on the phone for you." Ichigo's eyes snapped open at the mention of her husband and her hand flew to her mouth.
"Oh no," she whispered. He handed the phone to her. She pushed herself up and against the headboard, pulling the cover up over her breasts. She looked down at the phone in Grimmjow's hand. She reached out and grabbed the phone bringing it to her ear. Grimmjow sat on the edge of the bed next to her covered feet as Ichigo took a shaky breath. He wasn't just going to leave her there to deal with this alone.
"H-hello?"
"Ichigo, what is going on? Why have I been getting calls about you fornicating with another man?" Ichigo had to snort at Uryu using the word "fornicate". She was a little peeved that he even had to ask her what was going on.
"Why do you care about what I'm doing? I tried to salvage our marriage millions of times, but all you care about is your job. If you aren't going to give me what I need, I have to go looking for it elsewhere."
"Have you gone crazy, Ichigo!" yelled Ishida. Ichigo snarled back into the phone. "You are still talking about my job. We have had this conversation before. My job comes first, whether you like it or not, that won't change. You need to get that through that thick, stubborn head of yours. You wanted to be with me; when I asked you to marry me, you said yes. You knew I was becoming a surgeon because I told you before we even officially got married. Don't put the blame on me that you're going around opening your legs for other men." Ichigo looked like she about ready to go through the phone and strangle the Quincy to death. She was breathing hard and her face had turned red. She was furious.
Grimmjow reached out and squeezed her knee; she looked up at him and instantly relaxed. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead before whispering something in her ear. She looked up into his eyes and smiled at him. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss against her lips. "Tell him," Grimmjow whispered. Nodding, she went back to the phone call.
"Uyru… I want to get a divorce." She closed her eyes tight; she was frozen like she was waiting to get hit hard. The other line was quiet. No sound, no breathing, no anything. Ichigo slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Grimmjow. He mouthed to her, asking what happened. She just shrugged before pulling the phone from her ear and looking down at it. She scowled, noticing the phone had been disconnected. She looked back up at Grimmjow. "He hung up on me."
"What?" Grimmjow grabbed the phone. Ichigo couldn't believe the man had hung up on her. She wondered if he hung up before she said she wanted a divorce or after. She snorted which turned into a giggle, and then she fell out laughing on the bed. Grimmjow just watched her go crazy.
"Hahahaha, ahahahaha, he hung up, hahaha, on me, ahahahaha. Oh man, haha, that's a riot. He hung up on ME. Hahahaha, haha, Lord help me, I can't stop. Grimmjow it's too much." Ichigo was in a fit of laughter, laid out across Grimmjow's bed, naked with laughing tears in her eyes. Grimmjow smiled at how she was acting. He crawled over her and looked down at her smiling face. She had slowed to a giggle, tears still rolling down her eyes.
"Are you okay now?" She looked up at him; she reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes, when Grimmjow's hand intersected. She watched him as his fingers wiped the tears away from her face. He leaned down and kissed each corner of her eyes before capturing her lips in a heated but loving kiss. Her eyes flitted closed, as she raised her hands and wrapped them around his neck, running her fingers through the fine hairs against his neck. Lifting from her mouth, he watched her.
Giggling, Ichigo breathed out, "Y-yeah, I'm good." She stroked his cheek, smiling up at him until her stomach started to growl. Grimmjow chuckled. "I'm kind of hungry though."
"Well, how about bacon cheeseburgers?" Ichigo's eyes lit up at the thought of greasy fast food.
"Add French fries and milkshakes and its all good," Ichigo replied happily. Lifting up and off the bed, Grimmjow made his way to the bedroom door. Once he got there, he looked over his shoulder at the woman lying across his bed, still naked.
"Got it." She smiled at him and watched as he left through the doorway. She flopped down on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She couldn't stop smiling; it had been a normal thing since she met Grimmjow. She felt like those women competing to be Miss America. He makes me so happy; I just need to deal with this Uryu crap. If I can't talk to him over the phone, I have to go see him in person. She sighed to herself. I just hope he'll listen to me.
"Uryu, we need to talk about this," Ichigo said. After being hung up on, she let it go for the rest of the day and pushed it out of her mind. She had tried to talk to him multiple times through the phone, but the Quincy wasn't having it. Ichigo finally got fed up after about two days of being ignored. She had gone over to Chad's to see if she could talk some sense into the man that was her husband. When Chad had let her in, he said that he would be leaving to give them some privacy. She insisted on him staying, but he said that it was okay. When she stepped into the small living room, she saw Uryu sitting on the couch watching some sewing program. He didn't even acknowledge that she was in the room.
She walked over and turned off the TV, only to get glared at behind grey framed glasses. "Talk about what? There is nothing to talk about. I've already given you my answer."
"You hung up on me. That's not exactly an answer. Why are you making this more difficult than it has to be? All you have to do is sign the divorce papers and we can be done with this."
He frowned at her. "You already went and got divorce papers?" She just looked at him, before looking down at the ring on her finger. She had yet to take it off, even if she was sure she wanted to divorce him.
"Y-yes. I can't be with you anymore, Uryu. I've tried but this relationship isn't going anywhere. Your job is your top priority and I understand that, but…but I wanted some attention too. You seem to not be capable of taking care of both, so one of those things should go away. Since you can't make the decision, I already made it for you." She looked up at him. "Just sign the papers and you won't have to deal with my neediness or my constant nagging."
"Who's the other man?" Ichigo frowned at the question.
"Is that really important?" Ichigo's hands were shaking now; she wished Grimmjow had come with her. She really hated hurting people's feelings and she could see the hurt in Uryu's eyes.
"Yes, it's very important. I'm assuming it's the man that answered your phone yesterday? Grimmjow?"
"He told you his name?" Uryu nodded to the question. "Oh, yeah, that's his name. I-I wish we didn't have to do this, Uryu, but don't you think it would be for the best? Just to get it over with and not have to prolong something that's not even growing anymore?"
Uryu sighed before he replied, "I guess you're right. Hand me the papers." She reached into her purse pulling out the stapled pack of folded papers. She handed them to him. He snatched them, unfolded them and looked through it. "It seems you already filled out your part. Let me go get my seal." He set the papers down on the coffee table and headed for Chad's office. Ichigo just stared at them on the table. She couldn't believe he was actually going through with it. She thought he would hold out for a little longer. I guess he didn't love me as much as he said he did. She looked up when she heard him walking back.
As he sat down, she said, "Uryu, are you sure you're making the right decision? You really don't think we can fix this or work this out?" He shook his head as he filled out his portion of the papers, stamping his seal where it was needed. His body language had changed since he came back into the room.
"I refuse to-" He stopped midsentence, while he read a question on the form out loud to himself. Once finished he practically threw the papers at Ichigo. "I refuse to try and work anything out with a woman who cheated on me. There were better ways for you to deal with "your" problem about the situation. You didn't have to spread your legs for another man, just because you were feeling too horny and I so-called couldn't satisfy you. Now, if your business is finished, you can leave now. Oh, also, you should probably move your thing out of the apartment."
"Wh-why should I be the one that has to leave? You've been staying here with Chad the whole time. I'm sure you can find a place to move into."
"Because I'm telling you to. Besides, I'm thinking about selling that place."
"WHAT! You can't just sell that place, it's my apartment too." Ichigo couldn't believe how Uryu was acting right now. First he was acting like he was mad about her getting the divorce papers, next he basically called her a whore, and now he was trying to sell the apartment her father had bought for them.
"Yes, but my name is on the paperwork and since you are no longer my wife, you have no rights to it." Before she knew it, her hand impacted with Uryu's face. All she could see was red and she wanted to kick some sense into his ass. She couldn't feel the piece of glass from Uryu's glasses in her hand; she just stared at the man on the floor. Broken eyeglasses thrown across the floor, a scratch under his eye, bleeding and slowly running down his cheek.
"You bastard, I can't believe how you are acting towards me," Ichigo snarled. "I did everything…EVERYTHING for you and you treat me like this. I took care of you when you were sick. When you forgot things at home, I brought them to you at work. When you couldn't be home and I cooked for you, I didn't complain and I just understood that you had work. Even when you forgot about our 3rd month anniversary, and left me waiting at the restaurant all night, I brushed it off. I did all those things because I loved you. I never complained about anything you did. Even when you never gave anything back to me, I ignored it, but you have got a lot of nerve treating me like this." Ichigo pulled at the ring on her left ring finger, before throwing it at him. "I thought even after the divorce, we could go back to being friends, but you have ruined even that chance."
She grabbed her purse, snatched up the papers and stomped over to the front door, throwing it open, saying, "I hope you have a happy life alone, jerk," before she slammed the door shut. She made her way down the stairs and down to her car, unaware of the tears rolling down her face or the blood dripping down her fingers. She didn't even realize when she got to her apartment, or when she had grabbed most of her stuff and threw it into bags, or when she even got back to Grimmjow's place.
She was kind of upset he wasn't home because she wanted to fling herself into his arms. She walked into the apartment with the keycard Grimmjow had given her and dropped her bags on the floor of the blue haired man's bedroom, before she flung herself on his bed. She was between feeling pissed and hurting. She just wanted to cry her eyes out until she passed out, which is what she couldn't even believe the man she once called husband, the man she once said she loved had hurt her way more then she had hurt him.
She knew she had called him all sorts of things throughout the time they had been fighting. She knew she had stepped on his pride a couple of times, but he acted like he didn't even care what he was doing. He showed no emotion when he signed the papers, or even when he told her she would have to leave the apartment. Ichigo sobbed into the pillow. No matter how much she felt their marriage was going down hill, she still loved him. They had been together for years and her love couldn't just disappear with the snap of a finger.
She wished she could hate Uryu with every fiber of her being, but it wasn't even in her to do that. When she hit him, it didn't make her feel any better and she wished she could go back and start all over again. Before Ichigo knew it, her crying put her to sleep.
When Grimmjow came home, he noticed it was pitch black in the apartment. It's only seven, I wonder where Ichigo is. He slipped off his shoes and pulled at his tie, loosening it. He made for his bedroom when he almost tripped over something big. The hell was that? He reached out and ran his hand against the light switch on the wall, flipping it on. He looked down and saw it was a giant packed duffle bag. He looked up and saw Ichigo lying haphazardly across his bed, still clothed in the clothing she wore earlier that day. He walked closer to the bed and noticed the dry tear stains running down her face. He frowned. I wonder what happened.
He looked down and saw her hand was covered in dry blood and a piece of glass stuck in it. He also saw her wedding ring was gone. Sighing, he made his way to the master bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. He padded back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. Opening the first aid kit, he began to pick out the glass and clean the wound. Once finished he slipped off her shoes and jeans before pulling the covers over her. He lowered his hand and ran his fingers through her hair. Ichigo whispered Grimmjow's name in her sleep, which made him smile. He then lowered his lips to her forehead, kissing her before he turned off the light and headed back out to the living room.
Whatever happened, we'll talk about it tomorrow.
That was seriously the longest chapter out of the whole bunch. So Ichigo finally took care of the divorce papers, but what's going to happen now? There's still a lot of drama to come, I mean were only on chapter five, people. Also there will be a lot of time skips throughout this story, just to let you guys know. Make sure to review, and let me know how how you like it, and make sure to read my new story, Catch me if you Can. :)
PS: I really have a thing for bacon...can't you tell? lol.