Grimmjow awoke with a start. He must have fallen asleep while she was cleaning up after him. Either way, he was under the blankets, and the other side of the bed looked messy, as though she'd gotten up already. He could smell food cooking, and hear the faint popping of grease from a pan. 8:22 AM.

He sat up and slid out of bed. He saw her as he emerged from the hallway, her back to him, busy at work over the stove with the distraction of music from her phone nearby. He didn't say a word to alert her of his presence, and slinked silently behind her, easing onto the counter.

Surprisingly, it took a while for her to turn around. She jumped, of course, when she finally did, but didn't smile at him. "I was wondering when you'd wake up…help yourself, I guess." She gestured to the food available, careful not to show him eagerness or too much hospitality—she didn't want him thinking this would be a regular thing, and that he was now owed or could expect this from her.

Grimmjow took note of her appearance once more. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but kept in low pigtails, wearing a too-big t-shirt that largely covered her shorts. He'd neglected to put his shirt back on, his scar-ridden torso exposed. Bao had sheltered a healthy curiosity when it came to asking about their origin—the large one, two or three shades darker than his skin, a darker, horizontal one at the top of the largest one, and the two more faint ones on his wrists—but she felt it rude, and kept quiet. Though it was difficult not to ask if only to start conversation with the man, especially about the black '6' tattoo on his back. She turned to leave the kitchen, but Grimmjow took hold of the bottom of her shirt, and gently pulled her back to his front, to stare her down, apparently.

Bao scratched her head, and thought to say something, but nothing immediately came to mind. He reached up and held her chin with his thumb and first finger, and pressed his lips to hers once more. Truly, she wanted him to do all of it to her again. And again, and again, and again, until she could barely move. But she couldn't ask. It wasn't even supposed to happen.

"When are you leaving?" Bao asked, softly.

"You don't want me to. Not for a while." Grimmjow returned, leaning back and releasing her. He swung his feet a bit and continued. "Unless you do. Tell me you do and I'll go." He teased, the corner of his mouth upturned. Bao disingenuously laughed, flashing a mock smile before rolling her eyes and gesturing back to the food. "I'm not going to offer again. Eat if you're going to, and get out." She then took her leave as Grimmjow kept his amused expression, one that faded slowly once she was out of sight.


The day went on. Strange enough, neither of them had gotten a call or text from Ichigo. Grimmjow couldn't care less, while Bao assumed he was busy with his friends. She didn't know them very well, and frankly, she felt she hadn't the time to sit down and do so. Especially when she was busy with Grimmjow. He didn't feel like training, or even talking about the bout he was scheduled for. He seemed to only want to talk about what the two of them were doing.

"You sore?" Grimmjow asked, a patronizing grin on his lips. Bao avoided his gaze, and lied, "No."

"I'll have to fix that, then."

Grimmjow had insisted the two go out, and 'do something', and Bao had no argument for resisting. She felt that if she showed any signs of wanting to be around Grimmjow, or having interest in him, romantically, that she'd be ignored, criticized, made fun of.

Regardless they now took Bao's car to the theater, located in the mall. Grimmjow hadn't really given her a choice, so he drove. Bao sat carefully on the passenger side, indeed sore from the night before. This did nothing but boost his ego, satisfying him to no end. He loved that he could have this effect on her, as many times as he wanted now.

Grimmjow thought he caught a glimpse of a hickey on her neck, hidden by her hair. He didn't get to look at it long before he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He answered it, without looking at who was calling. "What?" He said, not caring who was on the other end, be it Ichigo, one of his friends, or an extremely unlikely call from one of Aizen's subordinates.

"Grimmjow, the bout's getting pushed up. I haven't been able to reach Bao all day, so hopefully you can, or whatever. The most we can have her do is come along when the day comes. It's Tuesday, probably Wednesday. Okay?"

The blue-haired man rolled his eyes. What did he care; he was ready and willing to cut down anyone that was unlucky enough to be paired up with a powerhouse such as himself. "Yeah."

"Do you know what's going on with Bao? Where is she?"

Grimmjow merely declined knowing, hung up, and pocketed his phone. There was no reason for Ichigo to know what they were doing or where they were going. If he found out, he found out, but Grimmjow didn't want to deal with it now.

By the time he parked, he looked to see her sleeping. He gently hit her upper arm, shaking it seconds later. "Wake up, woman. We're here."

Bao drowsily woke up, rubbing her eye with the base of her hand. She mumbled incoherently as she left the car, Grimmjow already locking it and ahead of her. She had to jog to keep up with him, and thought to hold his arm while they walked, but didn't want to offend him in some way, or be rejected.

The mall was packed, as it usually was on the weekends. An indoor amusement park housed dozens of rides, from small ones designed for children, to large, intricate ones for teenagers and adults. He didn't plan to go there, of course. Straight to the theater. He didn't intend for this outing to turn into a shopping spree, but if she wanted something, she'd better speak up, and not right before they were leaving. The two made their way up an escalator, and while they were still, Grimmjow moved his arm. He kept his hand pocketed, but looked to Bao and gestured for her to take it.

She held him obediently, and walked at his side, feeling a bit better knowing that he wanted her to do such a thing.

Every now and then they'd pass a group of people that were spending their day there, and a few looked at her, but only because she looked as well. She wondered what it was like to be with someone who didn't treat her like she was property, like whatever she had with Grimmjow, if anything, was the norm, and what she deserved. They now waited in line.

"What do you want?" He questioned. He'd neglected to tell her what they were going to see, but had previously settled on a horror film, Presence. He wanted to see her scared, but this time, scared enough that she would cling to him like she'd clung to Ichigo.

They seated themselves in the middle of the center section in their respective theater. It was a while before the movie was supposed to start, so they, and everyone excitedly gathering around them, had time.

"Did Ichigo call?" Bao asked, a large cup held by both her hands. Grimmjow fought back a groan. "Yeah." He answered after waiting a moment. She continued with follow-up questions. "Does he know where we are? Does he need us?"

"Stop talking about him. He doesn't need us and he didn't ask anything." Grimmjow replied, sternly. Bao raised her eyebrows for a second, making a face at his curtness, and began eating.

What is it; what the hell is it with her and Kurosaki? He's not here, so who cares what he wants, who cares what he's doing?

Part of him told him that it was somewhat reasonable for her to worry about Kurosaki. It was only natural; she'd known him longer, while the two of them had only just met. Another part was greedy, wanted nothing more than her attention, and for her to shower him in her love and affection. He reached over and wrapped his arm around her, draping it over her left shoulder. "Do you want anything?"

Bao tilted her head just slightly. He must have meant later on, when the movie was over. Did she want to do a bit of shopping? "M'hm, later." She held her drink up to him, and he took the straw in the corner of his mouth, staring at her with that same, half-lidded, almost unimpressed look. He drank, eyes never leaving hers.


They returned to Grimmjow's house almost immediately after the movie. Grimmjow would go to his grave, never admitting that he loved when she cowered into him, when she was scared enough to bury her face and shield her eyes in his side. He was unsure whether she'd even seen the movie, knowing she spent most of her time in a frightened, anxious state. He didn't care. As long as she was cuddled up to him, that was all that mattered.

He was taking her again, now, but this time, let her ride him. Her hips rolled expertly, the soft squish of him filling her to the base heard. He watched her, pleased, and relaxed with his hands behind his head as he sat up against the headboard. He'd stripped her nude, while he remained almost fully clothed. It got him off, seeing her look like a cheap fuck he could use over and over. Her hands pressed gently against his chest for balance. It wasn't long before he joined in, his hips thrusting up and hands snaking to her backside, grabbing her firmly to pull her down into his movements. He was deeper now than last time, earning frenzied moans from her.

His phone rang. Eyes still glazed with pleasure, he felt around his nightstand for it, and held it up. "You on birth control?" He asked. She remembered having confirmed this to him last time, but she wasn't surprised he'd already forgotten. Bao slowed to a stop, but before she could say anything, he clasped her neck. "I didn't say you could stop." She resumed, obeying him, but nodded. She was.

He took a quick glance at who was calling—none other than Kurosaki. "Ch'." He pressed his thumb against 'decline' and practically tossed it back onto his nightstand to land with a low clatter.

"Turn around." Bao heard him say. Things tended to...happen when he said that, and they were a bit more than she could handle. But she didn't want him to stop; she'd beg for it if it wouldn't fuel his ego to critical. She rode him, ass facing him now, and only sought to go faster once he moaned, letting his head roll back, hands busy at work on her backside.

He spread her, met with the sight of him entering her again and again. There were so many things he could do to make this better, to get him closer, faster. He could dress her up, buy her heels, lingerie, all that lacy, girly shit. Just so he could take it all off.

Just thinking about it caused him to edge. He grabbed her once more, and quickened his pace. Her hair reached further down as her head rolled back. "Say it." Grimmjow demanded. She could barely comprehend him. Her eyes were opened to slits, and she could only focus on how good he kept making her feel. He spanked her, harder than usual, and repeated himself. "Fuckin' say it, say my name…!"

She called out to him, voice heavy with submission. He came, now holding her hips in the vices that were his hands. "Keep going..." He added, panting as she slowly continued, his load spilling down his shaft. The tip was extremely sensitive, so he had to let her off whenever she chose to, otherwise he risked a second time.

"Good girl."