Grimmjow told Rukia to stay at his place until he returned as he opened the door to his Camaro. Right now, he couldn't care less about his stupid match. His hormones were raging, and he wanted that raven-haired girl underneath him. He longed to please her. He would show her how much better of a lover he was than that punk Ichigo. Kami, if he ever came in contact with that fuck, he wasn't sure what he would do to him. Knowing Rukia, she wouldn't want any violence to happen between them. She may be feisty, but she didn't seem like one to seek revenge.

He remembered when she told him of the incident between her best friend and her ex at the mall before they dated. She told him they had fought as kids, and Ichigo got his ass handed to him. Rukia could have let Kaien kick his ass again, but she stopped him. She didn't want him to get arrested. Rukia was his woman now. He smiled as he pictured her shirtless like she had been moments before that damn phone rang. She was slim, but her hips. Her skin was so soft and he couldn't wait to get back to what he started. This girl was driving him nuts just from the little they had accomplished. He would develop an insatiable need to be inside her.

Grimmjow growled and picked up the speed as he got onto the highway. After the short time they had been together, he couldn't believe how much he cared for her. What kind of love-struck guy was he turning into? He had just been head over heels for Michiko and now he was fond of spending time with this woman he met less than two months ago. He refused to be some sappy man. He still felt a grin cross his face as he continued to think about his girl. He hit the steering wheel in irritation.

"Fuckin' woman..." he said through gritted teeth. Once again, his scowl changed to a smile, and he tried to force it back. "What are you doing to me?"

Grimmjow pulled in front of the large building and parked. He put a cap on his head and exited the car. He hurried to the building and flashed his ID. The security guards let him in and he was soon trailing down the familiar hallways. He looked into the training room and saw Harribel working with a female who was demolishing the punching bag. A blank look was on her face as her violet hair swung with every punch and kick.

Grimmjow whistled as he walked through the door. "That's a fucking hard left hook." He turned to Harribel. "New girl?"

"Yes," Harribel answered. "This is Nemu."

The girl bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Grimmjow sir."

Grimmjow frowned. "What the hell?"

This girl was just pounding the sand out of the punching bag, but she was this quiet and respectful girl when she wasn't fighting? He had never seen something so crazy in his life. "Excuse me, sir," Nemu said as she stood straight, her teal eyes emotionless. "Do you have time to spar?"

Grimmjow cocked his head at the smaller woman. She was lean and her purple workout clothes were big on her, making her look even smaller. He wasn't sure how she would stand up to him. Only one way to find out. Just a quick little spar so he could discuss his next match and get back to Rukia.

Grimmjow smirked and removed his hat. "Let's do this."

He walked over to where they kept spare gloves and pulled out a pair of black ones then slipped them on. Grimmjow stretched and motioned for Nemu to start, sure he'd end this match fast. The fighter changed his mind when Nemu knocked him down and attempted a tap out hold. Grimmjow's crazy smile appeared, and he reversed the hold. This might take longer than he thought.

Rukia had gone back into the house after closing the garage door behind Grimmjow. She leaned against the door leading into the garage once she was inside the kitchen. She willed her heart to stop beating so fast as she tried to catch her breath. Her body felt like it was on fire wherever his hand had touched. She wasn't a sex freak, but she had needs and Ichigo hadn't met them in a long time. Rukia wondered if her body responded like it did because she wanted sex or if it was because it was with Grimmjow. She was voting on the latter. That man had become a huge part of her life in a mere few weeks. She loved every moment she spent with him and even when they were still together; she was eager to see him again. Her friends found happiness for her and she was ready to introduce him to her brother. He always knew when someone wasn't good and he told her that Ichigo wasn't. How right he had been.

Ichigo and Michiko pushing them away allowed them to meet each other. Grimmjow was strong and his exotic features could make any woman melt. His caring and sweet tendencies balanced his arrogant demeanor. Her heart smiled just thinking about it. She had a huge crush on this guy for sure. Rukia returned to the living room and rummaged through the movies. She passed movie after movie and couldn't decide on which one to watch. It surprised her when she came across a certain stack.

"Mega Man?"

Rukia was dumbfounded as she sifted through the stack that had all kinds of old shows from Sonic X to Pokémon and even Sailor Moon. What the heck was Grimmjow doing with all these kid shows? She herself liked cartoons still, but she never took Grimmjow as the type to watch things like Sailor Moon. She stifled her laughter at how cute it was. Rukia would bring it up when he got back. Well, after they finished what they planned. Rukia decided on Rush Hour 2, an American comedy she'd never seen. She wanted a good laugh. The DVD player confused her at first, but she figured it out and soon was curled up on the couch laughing at how silly "Lee" and "Carter" were.

She adjusted when her phone vibrated and the number on the screen shocked her. It was no longer in her phone, but she still had it memorized. Rukia scoffed and rejected the call, placing the phone next to her. She knew Rangiku would freak knowing Ichigo called her. Rukia laughed out loud. The phone vibrated again, letting her know she had a new message. She let the phone sit there although she was itching to see what it said. She ignored the urge and decided that she would allow Grimmjow to check it for her. Rukia found that she couldn't get into the movie anymore. She turned it off. For a second, she was thinking of going to visit Keikan, but her lifespan told her it wasn't a good idea to go without Grimmjow. She knew he had a gym somewhere, but she didn't have workout clothes. She didn't know what was keeping her boyfriend. It had been almost an hour and a half since he left her longing for him.

She shook her head. She knew Grimmjow's work was the top priority, and she didn't mind. His job was an amazing one and glamorous. She didn't like him for his money, but it was interesting dating someone famous. The paparazzi were annoying though. They kept interrupting her day. She settled for just doing a little snooping. Rukia wanted a better layout of his place. She walked down the hallway opposite to the kitchen. She looked to the right and saw the clear glass separating a large gym. So, this was where it was. Rukia opened the door and entered. He had a bunch of different exercising equipment and a large boxing ring in the middle. This room was like an actual gym. It impressed her. Rukia looked over and saw a large grey cabinet. She was still barefoot from earlier so she padded across the thin blue carpet to the cabinet and opened it. Bingo.

Everything he might need was in that cabinet, but she focused on the navy-blue sweats and a white muscle shirt. She removed her jeans and shirt then dropped them on the floor next to her. After she slipped on the workout gear, she picked up her clothes and laid them on the boxing ring floor. She decided on the rowing machine and soon after a quick warm up, she started her "pass the time" work out.

He's gone.

Michiko breathed a sigh of relief as she heard his car crank up and leave for work. He was a real estate agent, and he often worked long hours. This was the only time she avoided the physical and psychological abuse. Yet still, Michiko remained on edge, sure Satoshi installed cameras in the house. She had to escape, but she had limited possibilities. Satoshi said he would treat himself to a cruise the next weekend. When she asked why he was going by himself, he said he wasn't. Satoshi decided to take a girl from work with him on his cruise. Michiko felt terrible. Not only was he abusive and dominated her, but he also was cheating on her and had no sense of remorse about it.

She broke down in tears and asked him why did he hurt her so much. She reminded him how undying her love was and her desire for their old life as young lovers. Michiko's heart sunk when he laughed. He smiled as she wept in front of him. He then slammed her into the closest wall and said he hurt her because he could. Satoshi was her master and what she wanted meant nothing anymore. She wished she had known how twisted he was beforehand. Michiko moved and sat on the couch. She had to leave during his trip. However, he trained a rottweiler to attack anyone it didn't recognize, and it had never come in contact with her. It would tear her to shreds. Satoshi barred all the windows and the front door had locks on the inside and outside. That forced her to travel through the sliding glass door into the monster's backyard. Even if she made it to the fence, its smooth surface proved difficult to climb, and it stood several feet taller than her.

The abused woman clenched her fists together. She had to do this. If this didn't stop, he would kill her. Satoshi already threatened to kill her if she tried to leave. She couldn't support herself either. That was one reason she hadn't tried to escape before. Michiko also believed she deserved her karma after hurting her best friend. She and Grimmjow had years of memories together. Great times like when Grimmjow got her tickets to her favorite J-Pop artist Namie Amuro and accompanied her to the concert despite his hate for J-Pop. He was also there during those nights when she cried after a family member died. He proved his love for her, yet she ignored it for Satoshi.

Michiko stood and decided enough was enough. When she got away, she'd call Grimmjow first. His number was the only one she could remember. She often chanted it in her mind so she couldn't forget. Grimmjow would help her like he always had, beating her enemies to a pulp. She would make up for what she had done with the love him he deserved. This woman Rukia Kuchiki he was spending time with better be ready.

"Look out Rukia. I'm coming to get Grimmjow back."

Rukia worked up quite a sweat. When she looked at the clock, it was past twelve. It still had been two hours since she started her workout. Grimmjow must have been busy. Rukia needed a shower. She grabbed her clothes from the ring and continued down the hallway. She didn't want to be sweaty when Grimmjow returned. She would put back on her original clothes after she finished, but wouldn't bother with putting back on her bra and underwear. They were sweaty, too.

She entered an extravagant room. With as big as it was, it had to belong to Grimmjow. He possessed a lot of clothes from the size of the dresser. That fact didn't surprise her either. She looked over at the large bed. It was a king sized, and it had silk black sheets on it with a mountain of pillows. "Who the heck needs that many pillows?" she wondered out loud as she moved over to the framed pictures on the right side of the wall. Most were of famous boxers and previous MMA fighters. As she moved down them, she saw one of Grimmjow smiling his toothy grin with a young boy on his shoulders and his arm around a woman's back.

Rukia studied the child first. He was around six years old, a smile across his face. A black cap was on his head, but his curly black locks were sticking out of the underside of the hat. It was cute and Rukia never guessed that Grimmjow would have the patience for kids. Who was this child to him? He still hadn't told her anything about his family, but she respected that he was a private person. Her curiosity about the woman piqued. She was exquisite and her eyes were a strange color of blue, just like Grimmjow's, only darker. What caught her attention most was her beautiful burgundy hair. Who was she? Was it Michiko?

Rukia swallowed. If so, was the boy... their son? The raven-haired woman had no problem with children. She loved them and wanted a few of her own when the time came, but that was a huge secret to keep from someone you're dating. She tried to hide her anger. It could be a misunderstanding. It could be a family member or another friend. Rukia dropped it and walked into the open bathroom door. She placed her clothes on top of the marble counter and searched underneath the sinks for a towel and a washcloth. His bathroom amazed her. It was just so beautiful and now she was just contemplating on whether to take a nice bath or hit the glass shower. She decided on the shower because she wanted to get clean before Grimmjow got back from his meeting with Harribel.

"Well, what have you been up to?" She saw said man standing leaning against the door frame. He smirked at her. "Trying on my clothes, are you? I think I like you in them."

Grimmjow's appearance was as bad as hers if worse. His hair was all over the place and he soaked his shirt with sweat. She returned his smirk. "And just what were you doing. hm?"

"I ended up sparring against our newest fighter. She was tough, and it took hours to beat her."

"Her?" Rukia deadpanned. "What do you mean her?"

"We have female fighters," Grimmjow explained while removing his shirt. "I found Harribel training her, and she asked me to spar with her. I saw how she was destroying the punching bag so I wanted to test her strength."

Rukia's eyes flashed with irritation. "You were so late because you wanted to fight a girl? Is that even allowed?"

Grimmjow snorted as he moved over to the shower and started the water. "I'm a fighter Rukia. That's what I am so I will never pass up a fight. In our gym during training, there is no male or female."

Grimmjow turned to her and hooked a thumb in his baggy black sweats. He slid them down to where the start of pubic hair was. Rukia's eyes followed like a magnet. All her anger dissipated.

"Looks like you need a shower too," he murmured. "You're sweaty as hell."

"I worked out in the gym," Rukia said, dragging her eyes back up to his face. They lowered again to his abs. He smirked and placed his hand inside his pants. Rukia blinked. Kami was he a tease, two could play that game.

She placed her towel and a washcloth with her clothes. "I need a shower," Rukia said as she removed her shirt. "I want you to join me."

She turned away from him and removed her bra. Rukia then lowered her jeans, giving him a good view of her lace pink panties. She watched Grimmjow's reaction while keeping an innocent face. His hand moved in his pants as he gazed at her. Rukia walked towards him with her arms over her chest. When she was close, she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Wouldn't you rather someone else do that for you?"

"Fuck yeah," he responded as he gazed down at her.

He then crashed his lips against hers. Rukia grasped his shoulders and hoisted herself up. Grimmjow released himself and hooked his strong arms underneath her bottom as Rukia's hands tangled in his hair. Rukia already felt like she was ready for him although they both smelled of sticky sweat. However, she preferred clean over dirty. It wasn't a turn on for her, but Grimmjow was. The aqua haired man placed her back on her feet and his woman yanked down his sweats and boxers. He stepped out of them. She studied him for a moment and the first thing she realized that his pubic hair was also blue and he shaved it down.

"Don't like bushes so I don't keep one," Grimmjow said as his fingers hooked in her underwear.

"And what if I had one?" Rukia teased.

Grimmjow pulled down her panties and smirked again at her. "Then you would shave it first."

Rukia huffed as she grabbed the washcloth and stepped inside after him. The water was nice and warm so Rukia moved in front of Grimmjow. "I get to clean up first."

Grimmjow's eyes gleamed with desire as she lathered up the soap and wash the grime off of her body. When she was almost finished, Grimmjow cupped her left breast from behind and took the washcloth from her other hand. "You said you wanted me to help you get clean, didn't you?"

Rukia nodded and leaned back against the wall of muscle behind her. His arousal pressed into her back and she herself was growing impatient but didn't show it. Grimmjow placed the washcloth on the rack hanging from the shower's head. She looked over her shoulder at him, not sure of his actions. He continued to give her that smirk as he lathered his hands with soap. He then ran his hands from her neck and down her arms, moving his fingers in circular motions.

Grimmjow relaxed her. His hands were working over all the taut muscles and causing them to release their tight hold. She exhaled in contentment as his hands moved over her stomach, skipping her breasts which disappointed her.

Grimmjow kissed her cheek. "I want you," he whispered as one hand traveled back to her breast and the other he placed under the water's flow to rinse the soap from his hand.

He then ducked that hand between her thighs, cupping her womanhood. Rukia gasped as his fingers opened her and ran along her walls, making her knees go weak. He didn't know what he was doing to her. All she knew was that she didn't want him to stop. Rukia desired more.

"Grimmjow," Rukia panted. "Stop with the games."

Grimmjow chuckled then moved her aside so he could clean himself up. While he washed, Rukia's fingers wandered over his muscular back. She wondered just how powerful he would be and she was almost shaking with anticipation. Once he finished, he turned off the water, and they both stepped out. The fighter picked up the towel, unfolded it, and started the process of drying Rukia's naked body. They gazed at each other through the mirror's reflection and she smiled. Grimmjow then dried himself off and the next thing she knew, she was on her back on the plush white rug and Grimmjow was eyeing her body.

"What are you doing?"

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" he answered as his tongue darted out to lick her neck and his hand once again moved between her parted legs. "Mm, already wet."

"You sure that isn't water?"

Rukia closed her eyes and relished his expert fingers teasing her.

"Positive," he answered as he captured her right nipple between his teeth.

Rukia gasped and gripped his shoulders as his tongue brought the pink bud to a point. Her body craved more, wanting all this man offered her and she would take all of it. She moaned and threw her head back as two fingers dipped inside her. She heard Grimmjow growl, and he moved back up to bite her neck. He was so raw and powerful just like the big cat they named him after. She needed him now; she meant it when she said enough games.

"Grimmjow!"

As if he read her mind, he sank into her depths. She panicked. "You are wearing a condom, right?"

Grimmjow snorted. "If you didn't have your eyes closed, you would have seen me put it on."

Rukia frowned. "No need to catch an attitude."

Grimmjow scowled, pulled back, and slammed into her causing Rukia to arch her back at the delicious sensation. She would kill him later, but for now, she wanted more. "Is that the best you can do?"

Grimmjow set a fast and hard pace, thrusting his hips with such power, Rukia's eyes rolled back. He grasped the backs of her knees and spread her further while pushing her thighs back. He hit places no one touched in such a long time. Her moaning and scratching his back when he lay almost over her urged him on. He was making love to her so hard that it felt like he would pound her into the floor. His breath fanned across her shoulder as he continued to move. She couldn't help but moan his name, panting as he pounded into her. Rukia couldn't remember the last time she had sex as rough as this, but she loved it.

Grimmjow bit her neck again and this time she was sure he broke through the skin. "I'll show you a fucking attitude."

Was that so? Rukia knocked Grimmjow on his back and he sat up just as she positioned herself over him. She leaned down and licked the shell of his ear, then bit down just as he had done to her. He hissed and his hands gripped her hips tighter. She sucked on his neck and listened to his voice turn heavy. Pleasing him was also something she wanted to do. Rukia wanted him to feel the same pleasure he was giving her. She had to get him back.

She lowered herself onto him and they both moaned in unison. His hands went to her bottom, and he followed her movements. She tightened her muscles, and he groaned.

"Fuck Rukia..."

She moved faster on him and from his moans, she could tell he was close to losing it so she continued to torture his neck, especially behind his ears. Grimmjow leaned back, so he was lying down on the rug and grunted his release. Rukia toppled forward onto his chest breathing hard. Once they caught their breath, Rukia got off and Grimmjow peeled off the condom then threw it in the trash.

"Guess we have to shower again, huh?"

Rukia chuckled, weak from exhaustion. She stood, her legs wobbling and Grimmjow did the same. They rinsed themselves and when they got out and dried off, Grimmjow insisted that she wear a pair of his MMA shorts with another one of his muscle shirts.

"I should have known this would be your type of dress up," Rukia joked, her fingers locked in her shirtless lover's hand. He only wore a pair of silk boxers claiming he didn't feel like wearing a lot of clothes.

"Maybe," Grimmjow responded. "Let's get something to eat."

"Sounds good."

Rukia was hungry and when she looked at the clock, it said 2:03 p.m. They fucked for an hour. Not bad after exhausting herself with training. As they walked through the living room, Rukia saw her phone and remembered that she wanted Grimmjow to check the message. She walked over and picked it up then handed it to Grimmjow. He looked at her with confusion.

"I got a phone call from a number I recognized earlier," Rukia explained as she tucked a raven lock behind her ear. "I don't want to read it."

Grimmjow nodded and flipped the phone open. "It's a text message. It says 'can we talk'."

Now he wants to talk? It's too late now.

Grimmjow saw the hardened expression on her face. His features went blank and then he frowned. "Who is this from?"

Rukia's face stayed set in stone. "Ichigo."