Ichigo lay on his bed panting, enjoying the relaxed feeling his orgasm had left him with.
"Why in gods name didn't we do this sooner," he muttered, closing his eyes as he curled into Grimmjow's side. Grimm chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.
"I recall someone being stubborn about the whole thing." He snorted poking Grimmjow in the ribs, hiding a blush. He was right though if he hadn't of been so stubborn about it they could have been doing this much sooner. Grimmjow knew what he was doing in bed, it made him consider keeping the man but he needed more than that.
"We better get dressed no telling when my people will rock up and knowing our luck it could be soon," Grimmjow murmured, kissing Ichigo on the top of his head, sliding out of the bed and stretching. Ichigo grinned like that cat that got the canary and the cream as he watched him stretch, admiring his strong back and ogling his arse. Grimmjow had amazing body, he went for runs every night while Ichigo worked but that might have been because of how aggressive he was when working.
"Stop staring and get dressed kitten," Grimmjow said, tossing a grin over his shoulder at his wife, glad he was appreciating the view. It was good that they had an instant physical connection, now they could work on their emotional one. Ichigo groaned grabbing the nearest shirt he could reach from the bed, snagging the corner of Grimmjow's flannel shirt. As he buttoned it up he realised the shirt hung to his knees covering everything, it was massive on him.
"Maybe I should start working out again," he murmured, Grimmjow wrapped an arm around his waist enjoying the sight of the berry-head in his clothes.
"That ain't gonna make much difference love, sides ya fine the way ya are Ichi. It would be weird if ya started to bulk up, just try imagining it yerself," he muttered, shaking his head as he set off down the stairs. The only thing Ichigo could actually imagine was his head on the hulks' body; he'd had lean muscles his entire life.
"Okay I can see what you're getting at, it wasn't a pretty image," he mumbled, climbing out of bed in search of boxers, while he didn't mind wondering around his home in nothing but a shirt, Ichigo had the feeling Grimmjow wouldn't like anyone else seeing him like this. Yawning he dashed down the stairs, grabbing Grimm's arse as he passed him to the fridge in need of a beer since he couldn't smoke. Ichigo had a serene smile on his face, it stayed there up until he passed the mirror and saw the hickeys on his neck and collarbones. The corner of his lips pulled down into his almost permanent scowl, he didn't mind too much but there was no way he would be able to cover it unless he wore a turtleneck, Ichigo hated turtleneck sweaters.
"GRIMMJOW!" he shouted, spotting that head of blue hair poke out from around the fridge. The guy was just grinning at him, he seemed to realise what had upset his wife this time.
"Yer mine Ichigo, I love you and that ain't ever gonna change." All his anger left him at once as Grimmjow spoke those words, the more those words were spoken the more weight they had. The man passed him a can of beer as he joined him, wrapping his arm around his slim waist, enjoying the view the mirror presented. They looked good together, Ichigo covered in hickeys wearing his shirt. Smiling, he kissed the sensitive spot just below his ear, making the man shiver.
"Now finish getting dressed before I ravish ya so thoroughly ya won't be able to move for a week," he threatened, grinning like the devil. That threat left him lightheaded and flushed as his blood rushed down south. He bit his lip to hold in a moan, Grimmjow kissing his neck once before jumping in the shower, whistling.