Felt like posting it before my break. Not so much of plot development but I have neglected my lovelies, Byakuya and Emily, and I didn't like that, so I gave them some stage time. Thanks to Patd06 for giving me an idea. No worries, there is grimmichi, just not too much.

Disclaimer; I do not own Bleach or any of the characters, but the two OCs are mine 100%

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One week later.

"You don't like spicy food, do you?"

Byakuya shrugged, pushing the cart with Emma seated in it forward. "I don't mind it," he said," Just don't make it too spicy."

Emily studied her lover carefully before sighing and throwing the chilly peppers inside the cart. They were at the supermarket, shopping for groceries and looking extremely out of place; especially Byakuya. The man was wearing a full-blown black suit, with a tie and everything while he pushed the cart with a giggling toddler. It was pretty amusing.

Albeit Byakuya didn't lie to her, sometimes she didn't believe him straight away. You see, the brunet always tried to make her life easier in every way possible, for which she was thankful, however it made her feel a little guilty.

A hand on her shoulder attracted her attention. "Stop overthinking it," Byakuya soothed her with a small smile, "Make our lunch just how your son likes it and don't think about me."

"Okay," she agreed petulantly, cursing herself for being so easy to read. But then again, it wasn't entirely her fault; Byakuya knew how to read her mind ever since they were kiddies, so it was understandable.

This was one of the reasons she loved the man.

And yes. You heard that right; she loved him, very much so, and just the same way he loved her. It took some time for her to realize it but a few days ago, when they were coming back from work and Byakuya had stopped to a florist just to buy her a bunch of flowers, Emily felt her heart writhing again. Writhing and skirting like a fucking teenager. Damn, so embarrassing.

Yet now, Emily could sleep soundly at nights without guilt haunting her and although she hadn't told Byakuya yet, she planned to tell the man in the nearest future. He deserved to know about her change of heart, since he was the one who did it.

At that moment, her little baby-girl, Emma, squealed and captured her attention, a chuckle leaving the blue haired woman's throat at the sight of Byakuya tickling her daughter's tummy and smiling at her affectionately. Although neither Grimm nor Emma were his children, Byakuya looked more like a father to them than every single one of her previous lovers, including the biological fathers. When she had asked him how come he loved her children, he had given a very cheesy but cute answer.

"Your children are part of you. I have told you million times that I love every single part of you and that of course includes your children. That, and also because they are incredible individuals."

Yeah, the man had a point. Both her children were the smartest, prettiest, funniest children in the world. And no, she wasn't biased because she was their mother.

"Bya-Bya, can I ask you something?", the little girl suddenly said, looking up at Emily's lover expectantly, her tiny hands playing with the buttons of his suit jacket.

"Of course lil'one," said the other kindly.

Emma's blue eyebrows marred and she pressed her lips together in a thoughtful line. "Why do people kiss each other on the mouth? Isn't it...dirty?"

"Not at all, sweetie," the man explained and Emily chuckled behind her fist, "It's a way of telling somebody that you love them, without using words."

The toddler looked a little confused, so she glanced to her mommy, seeking answers. "So, mommy, why don't you kiss me and Grimmy and Ichi on the lips?"

"Ah, sweetie that's different," Emily explained, ruffling her daughter's head. Jeez, she had reached that age where all kids asked tons of questions, however, Emma asked smart and difficult to answer questions sometimes. "Kissing someone on the lips is usually done between... Lovers."

Emily saw her daughter's expression puzzling up further. "What is lovers?", the blue haired girl asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Lovers are two people who don't have the same mother and father, yet they love each other and want to be together," Byakuya explained and Emily found his answer pretty accurate. She herself couldn't really describe what lovers meant because all of her relationships had been based on sex.

Little Emma nodded in understanding. "Oh, I see..." She made a long pause after that, but Emily could see that she was thinking about something else and grinned. Her baby-girl was so effin' smart.

"So," Emma concluded, her blue eyes alternating between Byakuya and Emily, "Ichi and Grimmy are lovers?"

Blue and black eyebrows rose in astonishment. What the hell was Emma talking about? Oh God... What had the poor girl experienced already?

"What makes you say that, honey?", Emily asked with a half-nervous, half-pissed smile. Those damned rascals. Couldn't they keep their dicks into their pants for a couple of seconds?

"Well," the girl started seriously, "I was playing with Martin in my room and got thirsty so I went to the kitchen to get water and there I see Ichi kissing Grimmy and Grimmy kissing Ichi on the mouth. I didn't say anything to them, I just went back because I didn't know what to do."

A dejested sigh escaped Emily's lips and the woman pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to push her flaring temper down. Seriously, what were those two thinking? Okay, she was glad that they finally worked things out between them, though she didn't want them making out in the house when Emma was there! They were both young boys and she knew very, very well how easily things escalated when only one young boy got turned on. Imagine two of them.

What she meant was that she didn't want her daughter introduced to the joys of sex in such tender age.

"You did well," Byakuya nodded to the confused kid, "You should not intervene when you see such things because the two people will feel very awkward afterwards."

At that, Emma giggled and smirked at the brunet. "They were so cute," she said, "Grimmy's ears were all red and so was Ichi's cheeks." The girl giggled again. "So cute."

"Oh my God," Emily whispered under her breath in shock, "Those two horndogs."

"Don't be like that," Byakuya chuckled and their eyes met, "They are young. Their blood is boiling and they have to put out the fire somehow."

Emily scowled at her partner. What the heck? Byakuya was supposed to be on her side! "Since when did you become so open-minded and considerate?"

"I was always open-minded and considerate," the brunet shrugged nonchalantly and pushed the cart a step forward, so that Emma wouldn't listen to their mumbling clearly, "Besides, I am well aware how overwhelming those sexual urges can be. I was a teenager too, you know."

The blue haired woman stared at her lover in disbelief, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Byakuya quirked one fine, black eyebrow. "What?"

"That prince aura of yours is certainly deceiving," Emily shook her head, "You're a pervert of equal level as my two boys."

"Heh," the man smirked dryly, "Imagine yourself as a full of flaring testosterone male teenager, who is desperately in love with a girl and then picture that girl walking around with shorts and mini skirts in the summer, with colorful blouses that exposed some of her cleavage, smiling at you, kissing your cheek, hugging you and then you can come and tell me how much of a pervert I am, Mrs. Jaegerjaques."

Emily was flabbergasted. Had Byakuya...Really felt like that for her? Well, it wasn't all that surprising, yet, Emily was surprised. You see, the man didn't look like the one to desire sex so evidently; he looked more like the platonic kind of lover and now that Emily found out how passionate he had been about her in the past, she was unsettled and aroused at the same time.

"But..!", she tried to say, only to be hushed by two stubborn fingers pressing on her lips.

"Don't even bother to tell me otherwise, young lady," Byakuya said and then sighed, "My point is that you shouldn't scold them for kissing a little in the kitchen. Even if you do, it'll go on deaf ears."

Emily was ready to open her mouth and scold Byakuya for being such a patronizing bastard but then again, the man had a point. Sighing in defeat, the blue haired woman and the rest of her family continued with their shopping, Emma never stopping asking questions about the vegetables and the different colored fruit. After a while, Emily gave up giving answers, as a headache began bouncing around her temples, however she noticed that Byakuya looked more than happy to solve every mystery in the blue haired girl's world.

It made her heart flutter.

She knew that her children lacked the paternal figure, especially Emma who was a girl. Grimmjow, albeit he never said anything about it, looked so incredibly happy and genuinely relieved when Byakuya came around. Her smart boy had learnt so many things from that man.

Damn. How had she been so stupid? Who would treat her babies like the true treasure they were other than the prince himself? Emily, girl... You no think, huh? No brain.

Silly woman.

"Mommy, lemme carry one of the bags," Emma offered with a grin on their way out.

"Of course baby," she said and gave her daughter the lightest bag she held. Her little girl was such a kind person; she always wanted to help and she did it with a smile on her face. As if she was taking pleasure from it.

"Let me take care of these," Byakuya said, pointing at the bags in her hands, "Get in the car."

If Byakuya was old-fashioned in some things, those had to do with treating a woman and only. He always carried the heaviest bags, he never allowed Emily to drive, always picked her up from where she went, paid on the dates - except from the times Emily argued with him that she wanted to pay - you know... All these things a man of old school would do. It was irritating but cute at the same time. She grinned at her man, dreamily observing his elegant movements. Damn, he looked like a prince even when he loaded the car with the groceries.

Byakuya was like no other man she had ever met and fell in love with. If she had a saying on it, he was a true man, and they hadn't gone down to the bed business yet. Emily was still upset about that part but the brunet played hard to get.

So sexy.

"All done," the brunet murmured and shoved down the boot of the car, his black eyes locking on Emily. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

The blue haired woman walked towards her man with a smile, her fingers reaching out to play with his tie before her body pressed closer to his. Strong arms immediately found their place around her waist and although Byakuya looked a tad confused, he wasn't saying anything.

"Why you ask...", Emily murmured, trying to force away the nerves that had clamped down at the edges of her stomach. She would say it. She wanted to say it. Taking a deep breath, she captured those questioning black eyes and pecked her man chastely on the lips, the words flowing out of her mouth as if she had said them a million times before.

"Because I love you."

Byakuya's eyes widened and darkened. "What?", he muttered, his voice hoarse and deep, sending a shudder through Emily's body.

"I said," she repeated, trying to grasp bits of her frazzled composure, "I love you."

Remember that composure she was talking about? Yeah, it broke into further, pitiful fragments since Byakuya thought it was a good idea to slide his fingers in her hair and tilt her head back, then devour her mouth like a hungry hawk. Emily's eyes widened in shock, unable to believe that Byakuya, Kuchiki fucking Byakuya, was touching her, let alone kissing her, without asking for permission first.

"Wh-Wha was that for?", she breathed as soon as they parted, leaning against the car to regain her balance, to clear her fuzzy head. The raven haired man cornered and leered down at her in a way that unsettled her but made her woman down low throb.

"I'm gonna eat you up when we get home," the other rumbled sexily. Emily's heart was at the process of breaking her ribs, then jump out and run around the car a few laps, before it shoved itself back in her chest. E-Eat her up?! Did he... Did he mean what she thought he meant?

"B-But," she stuttered, "The kids...!"

The corner of Byakuya's mouth quirked in a teasing, arrogant smirk. "Well then, I guess you have to keep it down."

Holy shit it was what she thought it was.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, what to do?

First of all, don't faint girl, don't faint...! Breathe, Emily, breathe.

The smirk on the brunet's face melted to kind smile. "I love you too, Emily," he said, cupping her face and kissing her forehead, "I'm so happy and aroused right now, you have no idea. I feel like exploding."

Emily took a deep breath and relaxed her tense body. "Like I said; you're a pervert," she muttered incredulously, face in flames.

"Maybe I am," Byakuya sighed, his hands sliding down her face, over her breasts, making her back arch, before they landed on her ass and squeezed, "But it is only normal, after so many years of wanting you."

Emily broke the eye contact, her feet suddenly looking way more interesting... Okay, who was she kidding? When Byakuya spoke about the past, it always made her heart clench; it made her feel somehow guilty for not acknowledging the situation.

Noticing the look on her face, the raven haired man snorted in a very unprince-like manner. "Give up the guilt already and get in the car," Byakuya said and pecked her lips chastely, "I'm hungry."

Jesus Christ. And Emily thought she knew Byakuya inside out. Obviously she knew shit yet. Especially about his sexy, badass sort-of-domineering attitude.

Oh well, she thought to herself with a smile, while she made her way in the car, Got all the time in the world to find out.

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"Un... Hah, yeah."

"Mhmn."

Long fingers flexed around orange tresses. "Oh God, Kurosaki...yes. Yes."

"Mm," the other hummed around the mouthful, eyes closed, lips and hand both working up and down in a steady motion.

The coil in Grimmjow's pelvis was getting tighter and tighter, ready to snap like taut elastic. Fuck, as much as he wanted to come, he didn't want those sexy, hot lips to stop their magic on his harder-than-a-rock erection. He pushed his other hand inside that wild orange hair, massaging Kurosaki's scalp, trying to show the man how grateful he was for what was being done to him. That of course caused the two dark brown eyes to slide open and scorch him alive, but Grimmjow took a deep, calming breath, pushing the upcoming orgasm at the back of his mind.

"You really like that shit, don'cha," the blunet rumbled, unable to make it a question as it was supposed to be in his Nirvana-state, however Ichigo hummed in approval. In fact, with his free hand, the oranget began scratching Grimmjow's pubic hair, heightening the sensation.

"Ah, yeah ya do," Grimmjow moaned, back arching and everything but his eyes never left his lover's face, "Look a'chu... So sexy."

Ichigo groaned low in his throat and sped up his movements. Ah, shit, shit, shit... Shit, it was close. That pleasurable tightening, that sensation when you reach the peak and then jump over the edge-

"Fuck, I'm comin'," he groaned, all the muscles of his ass tensing reflexively, "I'm comin'...!"

Kurosaki didn't pull away. He never pulled away, claiming that he didn't want to, so Grimmjow stopped asking him to. It felt better that way.

The hand was working on him furiously, that aggressive, rough tongue teasing all the right spots, mmm... It was hot and wet and so arousing that before he knew it, Grimmjow was stumbling over the edge, erupting in his lover's mouth while Ichigo kept going, prolonging the orgasm for a whole load of seconds, sucking his seed as if his life dependent on it.

"Holy shit," the blunet cussed, finally letting go those orange tresses he had gripped so harshly. Fuck, if this continued, Ichigo would end up with a bald spot before he hit his thirties. "That beautiful mouth o'yers..."

"Heh," Kurosaki chuckled hoarsely, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "I thought you hated it."

Grimmjow opened his eyes he hadn't realized he had closed and smirked at his lover, who was oh-so-very-kindly tucking his spent erection in his trousers. "When ya talk smack just to piss me off, I hate it," he said cheekily, "But when ya do shit like that... Can't help but love it."

Ichigo barked a laugh and stood to his feet briefly, only to sit back down on the couch, right next to Grimm. The blue haired teen noticed that the oranget's crotch was much more swollen than before and he swallowed the drool that had gather in his mouth. Damn, that looked so delicious.. and big. Fuck, Kurosaki must be well endowed in that area... So sexy.

Although Grimmjow had come around with his sexuality and had also told his man that he was ready to take it further, Ichigo still seemed hesitant. The silly oranget thought that he was pushing it too fast; he wanted - Kurosaki said - things to go slower. No rushing, the orange head had said. It frustrated the blunet a lot, because taking things slow didn't apply to Ichigo since the man was munching on Grimm's dick more often than not.

Anyway, he mentally sighed, Maybe Kurosaki ain't ready yet.

"You're not very decisive," the orange haired man said in amusement, bringing him out of his musings. Grimmjow smirked again.

"You didn't go exactly out of your way to make it simple for me," he retorted. Ichigo sighed and curled by his side, his calloused hand running up and down Grimmjow's chest.

"We should dress up," he muttered tiredly, "Your family will be back soon."

Grimmjow looked at the half-naked, gorgeous body in his arms, his mood souring at the mere thought of having it hidden under clothes, but Kurosaki had a point. Little Emma had seen enough of his naked butt already and even though the toddler had never complained, Emily had. Then again, the blue haired mom always needed something to bitch about.

She was a mom after all.

With a sigh, Grimmjow gave his boyfriend's behind a playful smack, eliciting a beautiful and astonished yelp. "Then get'cher fine ass off of me and put some clothes on."

"Tsk, bossy," the other snorted and stood up again.

"You know you love it."

Brown eyes rolled indignantly and Ichigo reached for his shirt on the nearest love seat - which by the way was thrown away by Grimmjow during their passionate make out session - and put it on. The blue haired man watched the movements carefully, feeling himself harden again with all these muscles flexing and shifting and moving... Gah, his boyfriend was so sexy.

"Next time," he rumbled, "I'mma put music on and you be takin' them clothes off."

Ichigo chuckled and readjusted himself inside his pants, buttoning them up as he went. "Maybe I'll give you a lap dance too."

Blue eyes widened. "You serious?!"

"Nah, I'm kidding," the oranget grinned sheepishly, taking his rightful place next to Grimmjow once again, "I can't dance to save my life."

"Maybe I'll do it for you," Grimmjow muttered, half-jokingly, half-seriously, "It's all grindin' and shit, how hard can it be?"

"I don't think you'll need the grinding," Ichigo said, pushing his hand though his sexily disheveled hair, "I'll probably erupt like Vesuvius the moment you start shaking that fine ass of yours."

Grimmjow was grinning. Even though he had recently come around the whole gay philosophy, he was proud to say he was getting the hang of it very, very fast. It didn't hurt that he had a very considerate and patient boyfriend by his side.

"Maybe I'll twerk for you."

Ichigo groaned and facepalmed. "Please, don't do that," he laughed, "Twerking creeps the fuck outta me."

"Why?"

A perfectly straight nose wrinkled. "Dunno, really," Ichigo shook his head, taking a hilarious bitch-please face, "All that booty-shaking, trembling, popping up and down, I don't know... Gives me chills. I mean, if I wanted something to shake and wiggle that much, I'd rather eat a pink jello, thank you."

Grimmjow literally fell off the couch laughing. For some reason, that had sounded so fucking funny to his ears and he couldn't control himself. Ichigo snickered at his reaction, staring at him incredulously. "What the hell is so funny?"

"I-I, hahaha!", the blunet mumbled between helpless fits of laugher, "The way you said it was priceless! Yer face too...!"

Sooner than later, Ichigo began laughing along with him and honest to God, Grimmjow's sides were aching after a while. That was pretty much how his mother, sister and Kuchiki found them when they entered the house.

"What are you guys laughing about?", Emily questioned with a quirked eyebrow.

"Twerking," they both said simultaneously, glanced at each other and busted out laughing all over again.

"Mommy?", little Emma questioned, pulled her mother's coat to get her attention, "What is twerking? Is it so funny?"

Emma's question, along with Emily's terrified and confused expression and Byakuya's amused facepalm, prolonged the duos laughter. Fuck, Grimmjow hadn't laughed that much in... Forever, to be totally honest. And it felt so fucking amazing he wasn't sure whether he was dreaming or being punked. Life shouldn't be that easy. It hadn't been that easy for him in the beginning, so what the hell happened?

Oh, shut up, killjoy, he scolded himself, locking eyes with molten, watery brown and his heart fluttered in his chest, as if it wanted to fly out and nestle in the oranget's hands.

He was a lucky motherfucker, that was for sure. Lucky that such an amazing person like Ichigo, shone a little bit of his glorious light upon him.

"Are you staying the night, Ichigo?", Emily asked during their lunch. Kurosaki glanced at Grimmjow questioningly, then back to her.

"If you want me to..."

"We want you to!", Emma intervened with a huge grin, "We'll play bear family, yeah? Grimmy, you too!"

Jesus Christ. You people don't realize how hard it is to play bear family with that little demon. You just have no idea.

But, who could say no to those big, blue eyes and that face of utter cuteness? Grimmjow certainly couldn't and he was sure Kurosaki couldn't either, because after a while of silence, the oranget nodded affirmatively.

Besides... Kurosaki walking in a all fours...had a certain appeal to it.

Geez, why was he all horny again? Damn puberty!

But seriously now; Ichigo was staying the night. Emily just said that she and Byakuya would go out on another date, since it was Saturday... Wasn't this, like, an opportunity to bring his plans to realization? Maybe sneak-kiss-attack the orange haired man in his sleep?

Che, decisions, decisions... Just go with the flow; overthinking never helped anybody... Right?

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Ooh, Grimm. Wha'chu gonna do, babes?

Thanks for reading,

Queen.