Summary- "A grown man with a pink milk moustache wasn't one of the most arousing sights I'd ever seen, but I had to give him points for making me laugh." ~ AU GrimIchi! Grimmjow's repeated attempts at wooing the ginger, all somehow revolving around their shared love for strawberry milk.
A/N- I do not own a drop of Strawberry milk… Probably why my motivation is waning. And of course I don't own bleach either.
Dazzling sapphire eyes struck me as I fluttered my lashes. Blinking in confusion, my brows furrowed as sky blue locks tickled my forehead. Azure orbs hung right before my face, boring into me.
Spooked by his close proximity, our heads smashing together as I scrambled to escape. Pain exploded in my skull, as he groaned in a way that made me even more uncomfortable, leaning back and clutching his own injured forehead.
"What are you doing, you hard-headed idiot!-?" I whined, scooting away from him, massaging my temples in annoyance. "Why did you have to be so close!-?"
I hated people looking at me when I slept. I had issues falling asleep in the same room as another person, and Grimmjow had seemingly been scrutinizing me as I dozed; leaving the delayed humiliation to make its appearance.
"I was counting your cute little freckles, Ichigo." He chuckled, already recovered from our collision. "You have twenty six freckles around your nose." He grinned, completely carefree.
My blush Ignited, a burning embarrassment heaving my stomach in circles. I hated my freckles; knowing he'd noticed them made me feel suddenly inadequate. Why was he looking at me that way? Sitting here beside me even? I didn't deserve his attention; he outshone me in every single way.
"You exhausted yourself, Ichigo; you should be more careful." He worried, moving closer along the beachside bench. "It's a hot day; you fainted from heat stroke. I took the liberty of treating you though…"
That's when I noticed, in utter mortification, my lack of attire. He'd taken off my shirt; the long sleeved red rash vest and floaties lay discarded on the ground. My bare skin tingled at the thought of him undressing me; those rough hands on my skin as I slept, those leering blue eyes eating up my naked chest….
"H-How dare you!" I stuttered, flinching as he lay a firm hand on my shoulder. I moved to push him away, but he tilted me back and placed his palm on my forehead before I could protest.
His hand was delectably cool on my heated skin, as he brushed orange bangs from my eyes.
Instead of repelling him, I found myself gaping at his tight jaw, blue brows furrowed in concentration as he examined my forehead with concern. "You're still hot. I'll get you something cool." He stated with a twitching smile.
His hand drifted slowly down my cheek, cool fingers tickling my blush lovingly. Before I could feel like the one caught in the act, I noticed his hands and eyes linger on me longer than normal, before he reluctantly left me alone on the shady bench.
How had he found this spot? It was hidden from view by a large tree, yet I could hear the ocean close by, and the bustling chatter of beachgoers. It was perfect for me.
By the time he returned, I had fallen asleep, sprawled across the bench and drooling. Pink, melted goo dripped onto my cheek, and into my gaping mouth, before I met his amused smirk. "There was a line." He explained, taking a seat as I gratefully took the offered strawberry ice cream.
It mustn't have been too hard to figure out, since we ultimately shared the same taste, but even so his consideration warmed me. I eagerly dug in to my gift, wrapping my tongue around it and lapping up the chilling strawberry flavor.
"So good…" I mumbled in feverish consumption, awed by the rich, fruity essence. My treat was half gone before I noticed his gaping expression and darkened eyes, the pink delicacy dripping untouched in his hand.
"Do you always eat Ice cream like that?" He husked, running his tongue along parched lips. I blinked in confusion, thinking it a stupid question.
"Do you have a problem with it?" I defended, hiding my self-consciousness behind a stern mask.
"No. Just don't eat Ice-cream in public." He muttered with a smile, and a vein popped in my temple. Who was he to be giving me orders?
I would have shared my mind with him, before I noticed my beautiful sweet was melting, and dubbed it more important, swiftly licking around the edges before it dripped onto my hand.
From the corner of my eye, I watched as he devoured his own treat, the pink syrup running down his hand. I thought about licking it off, tasting that sugar on his luscious skin again…
But what was I thinking? This was ridiculous. I had bigger things to worry about; I didn't have time for a relationship. It would never work between us… Disheartened, I quickly finished off my sweet, failing to notice him creeping closer until his hand nudged at mine.
His hand was big, I noticed as he took my smaller hand in his. Blushing, I told myself I should stop him, but my adulterous body procrastinated on following orders.
He was taller than me too, I noticed as I looked up, meeting his hopeful blue eyes. Who needed to go to a beach, when you could see the ocean in Grimmjow's eyes, and the sky in his hair? I would never have to go outside if only i could gaze at him every day.
His jaw was so beautiful, like a marble sculpture, and his body so perfectly chiseled from stone, muscles carved magnificently along his bare chest. I felt like a mouse, as the predatory lion descended, except It was only his beauty that held me in place. Any smart mouse would have run.
Cool lips pressed against the corner of my mouth, hesitating on uniting us like my body begged for. "Do you know how hard it is to resist you?" He strained, his gruff voice brushing my heated skin. "You're too cute."
I bristled; why did everything he say make me equally angry and aroused? I hated being called cute, yet he persisted. He made me so mad, and yet I just couldn't resist. Instead of snapping at him, I harshly pressed our lips together, forcing him back on the bench as I clung to his broad shoulders and kissed the living daylights out of him.
He tasted like strawberries. Could he possibly have known how much that pleased me? How impossible it was to pull away, when all I wanted was more? His overwhelming grip on my hips let me know he felt the same, and soon he was pushing me back, forcing my mouth open so he could devour me, just like he'd devoured his Ice cream. And I loved every second of it.
Pulling me into his lap, nipping and sucking down my neck, he also became lost in our mutual attraction. Shameful noises snuck from my lips, as i wound my fingers through his silky locks. I took his lips again and violently kissed him, tugging his gravity-defying hair harshly.
Our exchange continued, as I abandoned all morals and thought, and he accepted my surrender with zeal. That was, until a maddening cacophony of squawking started above us. Surprised, we both turned our eyes to the shading branches above us, just in time for dripping, white bird feces to plunge across Grimmjow's upturned face.
He was not amused. For the first time I'd known him, he even appeared angry, as if he was about to chase all the birds from the tree like a furious cat. But with that disgusting liquid across his cheek, I couldn't help but laugh.
It was terrible of me to cackle, when he looked so humiliated, right? We'd just been kissing so passionately too… But I just couldn't help it. I did receive my fair share of karma for laughing though.
A few seconds later, my own face was splattered in seagull waste, and it was his turn to laugh. Then we were laughing together, at the complete, ridiculous, absurdity of our relationship.
It probably hadn't been the best idea to do this under a huge tree, but Grimmjow quickly solved the problem by forcing the birds from his tree, yelling and flailing his arm like Tarzan, as I laughed my ass off.
A/N- On a side note, I recently started a fresh GrimIchi story called Bread & Circuses. I'd appreciate it if you checked it out? I also plan on posting some experimental GrimIchi pieces, to try and receive some interest and feedback. They will be called The Making Of Men, and Devil's Luck. I might only continue one, so it's up to you, ultimately.
Can we show some enthusiasm please?
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