I DON'T OWN BLEACH
Beta work by Kaiken Collison... "Judo Chop!"
Special thanks to Ilovekuramatoomuch for your irreplaceable help!
Grim/FemIchi by request...
"It's a start."
"Bastard." Ichigo stares at the mail box with a deep frown. The flowers and cards are literally falling out of her mail compartment to the shiny polished floor of the apartment complex. "Damn him!" Snatching up the many cards and flowers she stomps upstairs, getting more pissy with every step. Exhaling a deep breath she kicks at the door of room 2B with a vengeance. "Wake up! Wake up! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
"What the hell!" Grimmjow flings open his door. "It's seven in the morn-"
"Oh were you sleeping 2B?" She feigns her innocence, disregarding the grumpy look on his face.
"Not anymore 1... B." He hates it when she refuses to call him by his name. What the fuck is up with that? Is he less of a person if he is a number and letter to her?
"Stop giving your MANY sluts my address!" Ichigo drops all his mail on the floor in front of his door ignoring his lose fitting sweat pants, bare sculptured his light blue hair sticking up in the air. "They are filling up my slot!" She turns on her heel to open her apartment door.
"Hehehe." Grimmjow smiles, swiping a hand through his hair. Hoping over the pile of love letters, he leans a shoulder against Ichigo's door with his bright eyes staring at her flaming pink cheeks. "I'm so sorry they used your slot."
"Figures you would make that out to be something dirty. I bet you could make going to the dentist sexual," she says, fumbling with the key card to her apartment.
"You obviously haven't seen how those dentists chairs bend backwards. Good times..."
"Whatever, just quit it." Finally getting the door open, she steps inside her room only to feel her long braid being tugged on followed by an annoying chuckle. "Let go."
"I don't wanna." Bringing the long orange braid to his nose, he takes a deep breath. "Cucumber shampoo this morning? I kinda like it."
"I don't care if you like it." She pulls on the captured rope of hair trying to get the door shut. "Let go."
"I will if you tell me one little thing." He leans over her vibrant orange head, his left hand reeling in her other braid, his prized fish bumping nervously to his bare back.
"Ugh, what?" Rolling her eyes, she curls her fingers into the light weight jogging suit. "All those curvy big breasted, women falling all over him and he harasses me. WHY!"
"How long?" Grimmjow's fingers drop the braids and whirl her around by her shoulders. "How long has it been since you let anyone slide into your slot?" Oh, her reaction to him is always so sexy. He has wanted her since she moved into his building, but she instantly took a dislike to his flirtatious nature. "Yes, blush for me Ichigo." After two years of his sexually charged innuendo, his goal to have her is slowly becoming impossible. But he will not give up on her just yet. "Six months... maybe seven?"
"Grimmjow..." Her mouth drops open, her lips curling in disdain. "you bas-"
"How long since you let yourself have a nice tumble?" His right hand suddenly feels empty, he reaches up toward the zipper of her jacket only to be brushed away.
"This might come as a shock to you..." Ichigo ducks under his arm to the safety of her apartment. "not everyone is into one night stands!" She slams the door shut on his confused face.
"Ichi, does this mean it's cool if we like do it over a forty-eight hour period?"
"Forty-eight hours? Is that even possible?" Shaking her head, she flips the locking mechanism on her door. "N-No!"
"HAHAHA! You had to think about it!" He grins a wide toothy smile leaning both his large hands on her door frame. "It's my ass right? Or maybe my handsome smile?" Brimming with confidence he winks at her door. Yeah... he is certain she is looking through that peephole at him. "Anytime you want me you know where I am..." Walking inside his apartment he slams the door shut with a bare foot, ignoring the pile of cards and flowers on his floor.
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"He is ashit." She types in the web address to the gym Grimmjow runs and rolls her eyes at his smug face.
"But, he is a cute shit." Rangiku pops around her desk with the swatches for the Urahara-Shihoin wedding. "Why don't you say yes? You know you want to."
"You know why." Ichigo mumbles leaning her right elbow on her desk poking absentmindedly at her laptop with her left hand. "Besides... he is only interested because I'm saying no."
"Go out with him."
"Then my magic spell of lustful mystery will be broken and I'll just be plain boring Ichigo," she says, sarcastic. Turning in her chair she frowns at the two piece suit Matsumoto is wearing. "You... wore that suit yesterday." Narrowing her eyes she notices the lack of panty hose and Rangiku's jacket buttoned at her waist. "You slept over with-"
"Don't say it!" Rangiku's manicured finger nails flash across Ichigo's face, her hand clamping over her mouth. "I know! I know it's a mistake and that he will never call me but..."
"He better call you or I'll ring his neck!" she exclaims with her fist waving in the air.
"Why is it okay for me to make intentional relationship mistakes but not you?" Rangiku hands Ichigo the sketch for the wedding dress they were designing with a sigh. "Do you always need to be so selfless?"
"Don't say it like I'm doing this great and noble sacrifice." Opening the file she frowns at the gorgeous blue laced corset she worked three weeks to design for the brides specific needs. "I'm just a coward Ran. I plan people's happiest day without any hope of having one for myself."
"I don't know who is worse..." Matsumoto leans her bottom against Ichigo's desk folding her hands in front of her ample bosom. "Me for picking emotionally unavailable men and screwing them despite knowing it'll go no where. Or you for avoiding the pain of being rejected by staying alone."
"I'm much worse." Ichigo closes her internet browser and brings up the file of her dream wedding dress she spent three years designing, the temptation to delete it creeping over her. "At least you try, at least you still have hope." Her index finger on the mouse taps twice selecting delete. "At least youwant to be loved. I'm terrible at relationships."
"Ichigo..." Rangiku places her hand over Ichigo's mouse moving the cursor away from the file. "you never know until you open up and-"
"And what? Maybe fall in love? I don't need the distraction." Rolling her eyes, she narrows are eyes at the package plopped on her desk by Rangiku. "What is this?"
"It came five minutes before you got here." Rangiku turns the large brown box's label in Ichigo's direction. "Grimmjow sent you a package."
"Ugh, Return to sender..." she says, dropping the package in the waste paper basket near her desk. "That man is a walking distraction. All muscles and..." Her voice trails off remembering the sight of him sleepy and disheveled standing in his doorway earlier in the morning.
"And?"
"A-And stuff..." she grumbles walking over to the fax machine hearing the familiar beep of an incoming fax. Ichigo grabs the paper as it appears trying to ignore Rangiku shaking Grimmjow's package in the air. "That bastard!" Ichigo turns the fax around so Rangiku can see it.
"Open it or I'm coming to your office and kidnap you." Rangiku reads the note busting a gut with laughter. "Oh, Ichigo you have to go out with him! He knows you too well!"
"No way!" Ichigo tears open the package and lifts out a small stuffed kitten with a card in it's mouth. She gives Rangiku the card, setting the small blue kitten on the table suspiciously. "It's a cat?"
"Purrs when I think of you." she reads and the tiny plushie suddenly purrs to life vibrating in a circle on the table. "Oh my god!" Rangiku's hand covers her mouth as she laughs. "Is he for real?"
"I'm afraid so." Ichigo picks up the stuffed critter looking for an off switch. "He just a large man with a child inside." Not finding a button or switch to turn the purring creature off, she sets it back on her desk with a frown. Watching the kitten move in a circle then fall silent, she pulls out her cell phone and sends Grimmjow a message telling him to stop making the damn thing vibrate. His reply comes a minute later... 'Ichi! I'll make you vibrate and more. You will be mine.' Then the kitten growls to life again making Ichigo blush even redder and Rangiku laugh until she cries.
"You really think he is controlling that thing?"
"Ran, I almost guarantee he is sitting in his stupid little gym curling something in one hand and pressing whatever button that makes this thing go in circles with his other."
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"You think this stuffed kitten will really get that up tight orange haired strawberry to go out with you?" Renji eyes the small cylinder in Grimmjow's pocket with disdain. "She is such a bitch to you."
"Call her that again, I'll throw you through the display window," Grimmjow replies with a growl, his light blue eyes narrowing at his assistant. "You don't know anything about her."
"Damn, I didn't know you were that far gone over her." Renji turns away from Grimmjow, swiping at a bead of sweat running down his face. "Fuck, I pissed him off!"
"I don't fuck around with women. I like them or don't," he says toweling himself off and heading for the showers. "Ichigo, is the only one who twists me up enough to make me wanna... be better than I really am."
"Well, I wish you luck, buddy."
"Luck is for assholes who think they suck." Grimmjow yanks off his pants and shirt to take a shower. "What I need is an act of god."
And later that night at the strike of three, Grimmjow staggers to his door to find Ichigo drenched head to toe and shivering. "Oh... I'll believe in God, Buddha, hell, I'll pray to that Mary chick too if Ichigo sleeps over." Swinging the door open he blinks at her wearing a two piece pink Hello Kitty outfit with matching slippers. "What hap-"
"There is a flood in my apartment." she says in shock, her right hand pointing through the door to the sprinkler system blasting her entire flat with cold water. "Grimmjow... I didn't even see a fire." Ichigo starts to wonder down the hallway toward the elevator when a strong arm wraps around her tugging her inside a dry warm apartment.
"Did you call maintenance?"
"They said the sprinklers turn off automatically." She points to her apartment with an angry expression that turns sad and confused. "Does it look like they are turning off?"
"Not really." he replies closing the door with a shocked look on his face. "It's just water. I'm sure you will be-"
"My career is over." she cries tilting her head down. "I have a wedding in two days and the dress I have been working on...for weeks." Ichigo sucking in a deep breath squeaks out the dreaded truth. " I brought it home tonight to sew on the buttons!"
"It's still in there?"
She nods squeaking out a form of yes.
"Ichigo, go find something in my closet to wear. I'll be right back." Grimmjow marches into the downpour that is now Ichigo's apartment instantly becoming drenched. "It's a freaking monsoon!" Dashing around the room he sees the dress in a large plastic bag hanging on the living room cost rack. Snatching them up he splashes his way through the water back to the large steel door. The water sprinklers click off the moment he touches the doorknob making a frown appear on his face. "You couldn't let it rain all night? I mean is it too much to ask?" he fusses, looking up at the sky talking to god... which ever one who might listen. "I have been trying to get this woman for six months! I forsake sex with a pair of identical twins! Asian twins!" He lifts his hands up in the air. "That's worth something!"
The sprinklers turn back on... "YES! God wants me to have hot sex with Ichi!" Returning to his room he shakes the water from his head and glances around. "Ichigo?" Unzipping the garment bag his face stretches into a wide grin. "This is a nice dress..." Pulling out the small form fitting corsette with a layered silk skirt, he imagines what Ichigo would like like in it. "Very nice." She would be gorgeous in blue, he decides noticing the snug looking strapless blue bodice with a thin blue lace sewn over top of it. With a glance further down he can see how the blue dye from the fabric has run down the short petal shaped skirt tinting it pale blue. "She made this?"
"Yes." Ichigo's voice trembles slightly stepping into the living room to watch Grimmjow lifting the dress out of the bag. "It's ruined."
"Why not dye the skirt the rest of the way blue?" he asks hanging the dress on the entertainment center cabinet door. "The dress is amazing."
"My client... Yoruichi-san, wants the skirt to be white and the bodice white. Only the lace over the top is supposed to be blue." She steps behind him, fighting back tears of frustration. "This dress... is worth one hundred and fifty thousand dollars."
"What the hell is it made of?" he balks, turning around to look at her. "Oh my god! She is wearing my shirt!" There she stands wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of his sweat pants. Clearing his throat he gestures for Ichigo to follow him into his bedroom. "I might be able to help you out."
"I don't see how?" Walking into his room she blinks in shock at the vacant room. He doesn't even have a bed? Why? Does he sleep on that sofa in the living room?
"Here." He pulls a large garment bag out of his closet, handing it to the short orange-haired woman with a wet messy pony tail clinging to the back of her neck. "I don't need it anymore." He mutters quietly before scurrying out the door. "I need a drink."
"G-Grim-" She tries to call him back into the room but instead she slides down the zipper of and stares in shock at a long white wedding dress. "He was getting married?" Pulling out the yards of white fabric she almost drops it when she recognizes this ornate white dress. "Oh my god. Grimmjow..." Walking back to the main room she watches him quickly down a drink, the ice rattling in the crystal glass breaking the vast silence. "I remember every dress I make."
"I have nothing to say about that dress. I hope you can use it." He moves past her to go into the bathroom when Ichigo touches his shoulder. "Please don't ask me." His voice breaks, making him simmer with regret.
"Okay. No questions," she whispers, looking up into his pain stricken eyes. This side of him she wasn't expecting. He is hurting about a woman? Ichigo had always assumed Grimmjow was and is a womanizer. "All this time... the letters and flowers were really about... Oh god." She misjudged him on an epic scale. He lost someone precious to him and Ichigo treated him like garbage. "Grimmjow." Ichigo wraps her arms around him setting her head to his back.
"Y-Yeah?"
"I-I really like you." Her hands nervously takes the drink from his hand setting it on the small end table next to the high backed green sofa she could tell he sleeps in by the worn down cushions. "I was just being stubborn and stupid."
"I know, Ichigo."
"You want to maybe go out with me sometime?"
"No, Ichigo." He turns toward her lifting her chin up gently with his hand. "I'm impatient. I want you right now."
"Oh..."
"What's your answer Ichi?" He looks at her so hopeful but expecting a rebuff.
"U-Um well." Ichigo doesn't move or breathe; the fragile expression on his face told her he won't ask again. That if she does say no it'll be the end of him chasing her. It's been a year since she trusted a man and let him into her bed. Could she really trust Grimmjow of all people? "I do like him... actually I am crazy about him. I didn't know he had a fiancée when I moved into the building. I didn't know I designed the dress she was to wear, and I didn't know she died and the letters and cards were condolences. I was terrible to him yet he never stopped chasing me. I..." Taking a step back she watches the disappointment fill his face. "On one condition."
"What's that?" He lifts a brow staring at her intensely.
"You have to promise to keep chasing me." She says putting on a small teasing smile. "No matter how much I deny it, I need looked after. For my own good."
"You have five seconds."
"Huh?" Ichigo blinks in shock as he starts to count down from five. Her head swishes around looking for a place to run when a strong hand jerks down her sweat pants. "Eeek!" She jumps out of the pants running for the door.
"Five! I'm coming for you!"
"Oh shit!" She tries to open her door only to feel a hand wrap around her waist dragging her toward the sofa. "G-Grimmjow, I don't know about this. I think I might need a few days-"
"Little kitten, you just need a good kiss from Grimm and you won't be so skittish." He drops to the sofa with her on his lap and instantly begins nibbling on her neck. Moving under the black t-shirt his hands slide over her stomach to wrap around her so very soft and silky smooth breasts.
"Oh, oh." Ichigo can only wiggle, sitting on top of him. His mouth kissing a trail up and down her neck makes her body heat up like a water faucet on full blast. She knew he would be like this, overwhelming and confident in bed. "I need him," she thinks to herself, letting her eyes slip closed, her head lean back to rest on his bare shoulder. "I need his passion." His hands feel large and warm as they cup her breasts. Arching her back to encourage him, she grinds against his erection pressing hard to her bottom.
"So sweet." He responds to her by rubbing a thumb over her nipples, rolling the soft flesh with his fingers, circling them, then finally pressing them between his thumb and index finger.
"Nnnn." She cringes, letting a moan escapes her lips. Ichigo doesn't understand where that sound come from. However she had no time to recover, Grimmjow's fingers begin sending a hum through her chest rocketing straight to her waist. Biting down on her lip, she endures it. Those large hands grabbing, his fingers starting to tweak and his mouth sucking a whelp on her neck. It's an overload of pleasure she hasn't experienced in a long time.
"Oh, don't tell me you are the quiet type?" he asks, moving his lips to her earlobe to tease. His light blue eyes flick to her face as her head lifts slightly still resting on his shoulder. It's empowering having her there totally at his mercy just waiting to come. "I'll fix that." Sliding his right hand down between her legs, he finds her wet already. "Sweetheart you are a ripe fruit," he says with a chuckle.
"S-Shut- ah!" Ichigo trembles when the pad of his finger finds her sweet spot. She sucks in another breath as the finger begins to trace her folds then up to do the same on the swelling clit. Again he moves stroking her, coming close each time to slipping inside, but denying her. Ichigo feels like she is on fire from that finger moving, swirling, tapping, stretching out her bliss to the point where she needs the damn to break inside her.
Continuing his rhythm is easy, controlling his dick is another problem. His hands are full of her, her soft warm breasts, her dripping sex, even her laying in his lap is good. It's taking everything he has not to bend her forward and take her right there. But Grimmjow is a connoisseur of this woman. He has pinned and whimpered and jerked off with the image of Ichigo on his mind for the past three months. No way is he gonna fuck it up by not satisfying her. "How many times have you come during sex? What's your highest number, Ichi? Three... four?"
"T-Three," she replies, wonder why the hell he is asking that.
"Tch, I can do much better," he says with a cocky grin on his face. "I'll make you come three times before I even put it in."
"T-That's not possi- oh!" She curls her body forward only to have Grimmjow's left arm loop around her waist holding her against him. His finger begins to move again. Now the feeling is even stronger, pulsating... rising... he slides over the tightening bundle of nerves, once, twice, a third time, then a pinch to her left nipple. "Nnn!" Ichigo shudders from the fast climax, her eyes shutting as the warmth of his hand surrounds her sex.
Grimmjow can almost taste her sweetness already. Bringing her quickly along to the next peek he listens to her breath becoming faster. Even if he can only have her this one night, he will make the most of it. Yes, he craves her that much.
"Oh god, that feels good." Her hands clamp around his, making sure he keeps sending those incredible sensations through her. "G-Grimm-"
"Soon," he breathes into her delicate ear, his finger adding the slightest bit of pressure on that spot inside her. Shivers run through Ichigo's entire body as she arches her back, bringing forth her gold-tanned breasts. Without a second thought she grinds back against him, wanting to lose herself even more in that incredibly sweet feeling. She barely registers his other hand's movement, until it closes upon one breast, the unexpected touch impossibly hot on her skin. A simple squeeze, velvety soft but powerful none the less and she feels her body fall apart again, trembling from the sheer force of pleasure as she comes, her cries muffled between his dominating lips.
Grimmjow releases her mouth, taking in the perfect sight of that orange head thrown back against his shoulder, those glazed brown eyes looking in his direction those parted rosy lips, quivering with labored breaths. He leans to one small earlobe, peeking between the orange tresses flicking the tip of his tongue around the shell aiming for the sensitive spot on the bottom, he pulls on it with his teeth growling softly with each tug. Ichigo freezes in her writhing over pleasured state only to moan loudly as the world crashes once again.
Her sounds echoing in his ears drive his body beyond the bearable line. He has to have more.
"Grimmjow!" screams Ichigo in rare glimpse of consciousness as she is lifted by two strong hands on her hips and slowly brought down on his hot cock, the hands unmerciful in ensnaring her slow descent until he slams all the rest in. Her mouth is fully open by now as the hot air is barely coming out from her heaving chest. She tilts her head to the side to give him access wordlessly begging for his attention mouth to return there. She does not see his toothy grin flash before his lips attach to the softest skin on her throat and leave a trail of wet kisses in their wake as they find and caress all the pulsing places.
His hips begin a rocking motion, his body penetrating her welcoming wetness. Ichigo clings to him inside and out drawing out a deep growl from his chest. Her body whispers for him to listen to every breath, every moan and make them blossom. Soon she is moving against him lost in the delicious tempo he is leading them. Moving toward her, swimming in her, Grimmjow holds her closer to his chest. Is it just a dream? Is he finally having this woman after so long? The smooth flesh humming on his fingertips with every caress is divine, telling him it's real, that it's happening. Wrapping his arms around Ichigo's waist, he starts to thrust harder, driving her pleasure so she can get a glimpse of his passion for her. He can make her feel it, make her taste how much he adores her.
She is so open and free to him now. Her body clamping down on Grimmjow's as another orgasm erupts racking her mind with a delicious agony. Ichigo is bucking wildly, her breasts still claimed in his hands, her thighs on top of his forcing her legs wide and her pussy under his complete control. She is possessed thoroughly by him, the pressure, oh god, the unrelenting pressure grips her and doesn't let go. His cock growing harder, thicker makes her thrusts grind to a crashing halt. All she can do is moan and gasp for air as he spills into her, making her own flesh ignite with a final crashing climax.
A long silence begins to build up slowly increasing his worry. "Did she say no and I not hear her? Did she not have a good time?" However,Grimmjow is still inside her, still hard enough to do more. He slides a hand around her waist and nudges his hips up. The low groan from her makes the hair of the back of his head stand to attention. "Did I hurt you?"
Shaking her head, Ichigo can't respond. She is suddenly lifted up breaking the connection between them, laid down on the sofa with Grimmjow curling up behind her. The sofa is large enough for the both of them but she suddenly feels self conscious. This is when they leave, this is when Ichigo is left feeling worthless. Just waiting for the shoe to drop and he gets up to look for his pants is the worst feeling of all. "Anytime now," she tells herself, listening to his breathing near her ear. After a few very long minutes she tries to rise only to feel an arm snake around her waist holding her closer than before.
"You ain't going anywhere. You told me to chase and I'm still chasing. Was I that bad? Ah, fuck," he grumbles running a hand through his hair. "I should have been all slow and tender right?"
"Grimmjow..." Ichigo smiles realizing that he is just as insecure as she is. "can you get us a bed?"
"Hell yes!" He smiles smelling the clean scent of her hair. "She may not love me yet... but, it's a start."
I hope you all enjoyed and look forward to the next update^^ HUGS Fuzzi ;D