Grimmjow
This girl… this girl… this goddamn girl!
I had seen her as a spitfire. I had seen her as a goddess. God knows my right hand knew she was a wet dream, but- FUCK. That was new. That playfulness, that daring- That was mine. This dance was for me in the best ways.
All I knew was that if I didn't get to her right the fuck now, I would die.
She was a sight to behold, locked in the final movement of the song. She gripped the pole with only her ankles, using the fabric held in one hand to spread out all the way to the edge of the stage with her arm arching her taught. Despite her proximity, however, no one dared touch her this time.
"Alright," I asked her, eyeing her hand that seemed to reach for me naturally; a calling card if I ever fucking saw one. "You ready to face the music?"
"Thought I already did that," she replied quietly with a small grin.
I couldn't help but exhale quickly to cover my laugh. We were onto the serious shit now. "You trust me?" I asked back just as quietly as the final reverb of the music faded.
"Not at all."
"Too bad," I replied, grabbing her hand as I jumped on the stage, pulling her from the pole and into my arms in one swift motion. Trust me or no, it didn't keep her from wrapping those legs around my hips in way that really made me wish we could clear everyone out of here.
I could hear the crowds part more than see it through her red hair that had flown over my face. Here they come… The lights rose and I could feel Venus tense against me. She really hates being exposed huh? I can work with that.
Shrugging off my jacket from under her spider-monkey hold around my neck, I throw it over her back, concealing her from all but me. She growls at me as I adjust my grip to cup her bare ass in my hand to account for the one that had to let go, but I only raise an eyebrow at her.
Make your choice, doll, I think at her, I feel your ass, or they see it?
Her now violet eyes scan mine and she nods in ascent, seeming to understand. God, this girl is so mine.
"Thank you."
The words are barely breathed out, but I know I heard them. I'll be damned.
"I gotchu, Sweetheart," I murmur back, wrapping my other arm around her shoulder to keep the jacket pinned in place. And to hold her closer- so close that maybe these soft parts of her can fill the cracks in me… nah, better just blame the jacket.
"Don't call me that," she grumbles into my neck, using it to muffle her voice and sending a shock of goosebumps down that side of my body in the process.
Fucking minx.
"Whatever you say, Pixie."
"Eh? Since when do either of you like to be touched?" Nnoitra sneers as he steps on the stage, followed by the trio of Reapers like a demented tour guide on a field trip through hell.
Mara raises her head to look at me, a curious tilt to her head. I answer her unasked question with a shrug before grinning at Nnoitra in a way that I know is just pissing him off. Oh well. "Since now."
"Good," he said with his own menacing smile, "then you won't mind that I've scheduled you a date with Destinee."
"That has got to be the lamest challenge for a rank fight every issued!" I can't help my nearly maniacal laugh. Seriously? I mean I know the guy sucks at word play but…
Nnoitra's smile falls into the thin line of a grimace and I hear Venus snort in giggles on my shoulder that she is desperately trying to silence.
"Put her down and go to your private room with Destinee," Nnoitra orders as I feel a soft brush against side, looking to see none other than Playboy Barbie.
Oh! Oh god no.
If I puke on Barbie, will it get on Venus?
Apparently, my retching sound was out loud, judging my Nnoitra's deepening scowl and the fires that have lit in Barbie's eyes and twisted her botoxed lips into an ugly snarl.
Pixie is shaking in my arms and snorting with mirth as she tried and fails to keep from laughing hysterically. Calming, she looks up with tears in her eyes, only to see Barbie's real-life version of the angry emoji and lose it again. This time, as she buries her face back in the crook of my neck, her arms wrap around my shoulders differently. Her fingers run in my hair and she cradles the back of my neck and, in my shock, I can only hold her tighter.
"Oh… oh no," I croon out, "I'm good."
Barbie turns on Nnoitra in a huff, but before she can let loose he dismisses her with a wave of his hand. "So that's how it is?" He asks cryptically, trying to keep himself in check in front of the visiting Reapers.
I use that word loosely.
I'm still not sold on not killing these guys. Especially that purple eyed, pretty one.
"Huh," Nnoitra sneers, "Well, put her down anyways. These guys wanna talk to her."
Well, there goes the cuddle time! Shit. Venus' hold turns from caress to death grip and her residual laughter evaporates in a sharp gasp. If I weren't holding her so close, I would swear she had stopped breathing entirely.
I guess that's a no to talking to the enemy.
"Yeah," I draw out in a long syllable, earning hard looks from the whole group this time, "I don't think that's gonna happen."
"Oh really?" The bald one asks with a menacing grin. I don't miss that his hand strays to his waistband out of habit. I don't think he cares that I saw. Individually, I'd eviscerate this bastard, but with a handicap clinging to me and currently refusing to move, it makes me wonder. "I don't think you have much of-"
"Much of what?" Nnoitra hisses, turning all that pent up anger I built in him on the Reaper who is drastically overstepping his bounds.
"The way I see it-," The red head starts in before a shocking clap rings through the air.
"Abarai! Ikkaku!" Pretty boy's sharp voice stills the both of them. His expression is placating but his small grin hides a maliciousness and intelligence that I am unaccustomed to seeing. "It's fine."
"Huh?" Nnoitra grunts in the face of this unexpected withdrawal.
"If she doesn't want to talk to us, it's fine," Pretty Boy clarifies, before turning to examine what was visible of Venus, "Unless you've changed your mind, that is."
She does nothing but grip harder and shake her head in a vigorous no, not even daring to lift her face.
"What can I say," I grin, getting his eyes off my girl, "She doesn't like Reapers."
Pretty boy studies me with an attention that damn near makes me feel uncomfortable before giving a brief nod and grabbing his friends by their arms. "Let's go."
"But Yumichika," the bald one- Ikkaku- rasps.
"Out," Yumichika orders back, not slowing his steps.
"Hey," Abarai says, trying to stand still, "You were the one that wanted to see if she…"
His voice trails off in the face of Yumichika's glare. "Yes," he hisses angrily.
"Wait, yes it's h-"
"Yes!" Yumichika practically shouts at them.
"But then let's just-"
"Get. Out." Yumichika orders them as their faces fall at the door. "Ta-ta!" Yumichika calls out like he hadn't just manhandled his own men, fluttering his fingers in a wave as he shoves all of them bodily out the door.
"The fuck was that?" Nnoitra asks in confusion, and for once I am just as lost as him.
Briefly, I note that Venus has begun to breathe again in a shaky rhythm and I loosen my hold on her, but she doesn't loosen hers on me.
Nnoitra turns as I slowly rubbed her back with narrowed eyes. "The fuck is this, too?" he asks, waving long fingers at the pair of us, "She's a fucking dancer."
"My fucking dancer," I retort lowly. I know I look ready to kill him, I am.
I set Venus down slowly. God, I don't want to let her go but it looks like Nnoitra and I are about to have it out and she needs to not be in the middle. I don't even look at her as I untangle her arms from my neck and pull the jacket tighter around her. "Get dressed, I'm taking you home," I order her.
"But I-"
"Now," I say lowly, giving her a gentle push toward the stairs.
She lowers her eyes with a nod and walks off as I watch her on her way, happy to see the crowds part in front of her like the Red Sea. They knew she was mine now.
"What the hell are you on about?" I growl as soon as she had disappeared into the hallway.
"You defied me in front of everyone," he hisses, rising to his full and daunting height. "And that shit," he gestures after the woman, "is bad for business."
"I don't follow your orders," I hiss right back at him, "we are both Espada and only Aizen oversees us. My decisions aren't yours to make."
I could read Nnoitra's begrudging agreement in his rare silence.
"Secondly, I told you she would be mine. Now she is. I believe you actually told me to go for it."
"Because you weren't supposed to claim her!" he roars at me, "Get your dick wet and get out! People will be scared to watch her now!"
"I ain't stopping her dances!" I retort, "You play your way, I play mine, so back off that shit."
Nnoitra's mouth flapped comically before he let out a frustrated yell that brought the barely moving club to a halt again.
"Look," I say with a roll of my eyes, hating responsibility more than life itself, "the club has it's attraction, I've got my girl, and you get drinks on me. Deal?"
With a cackle, Nnoitra's smile spreads back across his face in a psychotic slash. "Deal."
Spinning on my heel, I snap my fingers for my fraccion, knowing they'd be close. They always are. They needed to get the bikes and I needed to get the girl.
.
.
"Yo! Let's go!" I call out when I enter the dressing room, only to stop in my tracks.
Venus is still topless though she has encased her legs in a pair of jeans that look a little too big as they sling low on her hips. What stops me is that she is leaned over a vanity, denim clad ass in the air like an invitation. Slowly I walk up behind her, my sole focus on dragging those lush hips flush with mine.
"Don't you dare," she growls at me.
I look in the mirror to see one green eye and one purple eye glaring back at me in the reflection. Creepy.
"What are you doing?" I ask with a sigh, fisting my hands in my pockets, "I said get dressed. We gotta go."
"These are my 'going-out' contacts," she says sardonically as she replaces the second purple with electric green.
"Great, you're done," I tell her hauling her up by an arm and guiding her to the wardrobe. "Grab a shirt, Pixie."
"What's the hurry?" she asks, pulling out an oversized, faded T and throwing it on over her flaming hair before freezing, "Why am I going with you anyways?!"
"You tell me," I shoot at her with narrowed eyes, "The Reapers seem awfully interested in you for you not being on their radar. You want them to have time to regroup to follow you?"
"Not particularly," she agrees sullenly, "But then what was the point of all that? You almost made even me think you were into me, so what about that protection shit?"
Well, hell. Why do I almost feel… hurt? Is that what this pain is? Fuck this shit! This girl is going to have to figure out she is mine one way or another and I don't play like that.
"That comes from being with me," I reply, more than enough anger in my voice to make her scowl a glare over her shoulder at me before disconcertingly ripping the red wig off her head. I did not see that coming. I shouldn't be surprised. Everything from her eyes to her smile is fake. What have I gotten myself into?
As soon as she fits a black one on, my patience is gone. "Why are you doing all this, we should have left fucking 10 minutes ago!"
"It hasn't even been 10 minutes!"
This is becoming a worse idea by the second. Just had to go and think with my dick, didn't I? My rage tempers from a reply, however as the dressing room door opens to admit the waitress- Honey- carrying a trash bag full of money.
Damn.
"Fuck," Venus actually sounds sorry, casting a wary look at me, "I have to tip her out."
"What?" I can't even think. I am trying to save this girl and she is going to… count money.
"You don't have to," Honey is saying to her.
Two points to the one girl with sense.
"Yes, I do," Venus replies back before spinning to turn pleading eyes on me, "I do! Nnoitra doesn't pay us and she gives up valuable tips…"
I swear that misogynistic praying mantis is gonna feel my fist fucking soon. After sighing and rolling my eyes so hard I see my goddamn brain, I fish out my wallet and take out the wad in there.
"This enough?" I ask, holding it out to the two wide eyed women staring back at me.
"Ye-yeah," Honey squeaks out, so I toss her the bundle and grab the trash bag, rolling it small and tight.
"Good," I bit out, turning tail, "C'mon, Pixie!"
I can hear her shuffling before her light footsteps follow mine ringing down the hallway. Again, I wonder what I've gotten myself into. I may not have a problem tossing that waitress a couple grand to get the fuck out of here, but I'm not fucking Robin Hood. And I sure as hell aint no knight in shining armor here to rescue some unwilling damsel.
"Thank you."
Her small voice echoes to me in the hall and I feel my steps almost falter. Now she acts grateful?
"For saving your ass?" I sneer, "I happen to like it, so I would rather keep you able to shake it."
I risk a glance back and see her lush lips purse into a thin line. Welcome to how it feels.
"No," she replies, barely controlling her tone, "For Honey. You didn't have to do that."
"That? That was just what I carry on me. I had to get you out of the damn room somehow!"
Okay, so maybe I made that chick's week, but it was just money. Venus isn't saying anything now. Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh. I did like that she was a spitfire. And now I really miss that curling smile.
We get to where the bikes are waiting and I shove her moneybag and little tote she brought in my saddle bags before motioning at my baby. She should count herself lucky to look at my bike let alone ride it. The rest of the Hollows could rock their Harley's and rattle their bones all they wanted but I would always ride an Indian. Tonight it was my 2019 Chieftain Dark Horse. With a Thunder Stoke engine, it was able to outrev and outrun any fucker here. It was beautiful. It was a work of goddamn art.
And she was staring at it like it was going to eat her.
It might.
"What's the problem, now?" I growl and her large eyes shoot to mine, the green illuminating in the neon of the club.
"No problem," she swallows, trying for that careless face she likes to use to hurt people, "Just never been on a motorcycle before."
"But you work for the Hollows!" D-Roy cackles out before Granz hits him across the back of the head.
Venus' face may have flushed, but her eyes were fire as she readied herself to rip D-Roy a new one.
"No, she doesn't, she works for the club," I cut in, interrupting her tirade that would take too much time, and turning to her with my hand out, "You trust me?"
Venus blinked at my hand for a second, like I was asking her some life-changing question before putting her small hand in mine. "Yeah, I guess so," she murmurs.
Fucking witch. Just like that, the annoying pain in my chest is gone and I pull her to me, lifting her to spider monkey me again while I get on my bike.
"I thought I was supposed to sit behind you," she grumbles while I unwrap her arms from around my neck and weave them around my waist instead.
"This bike wasn't made for two. Surprise!" I laugh out. It takes a lot to kill my mood when I'm on my baby. All she did in response was fidget and adjust more before I ha to put my hand on her hip to still her movements. "You keep shifting around in my lap like that," I warn her, "and you gonna wind up with a different kind of surprise, Pixie."
Her eyes may have screamed back rage but her bitten bottom lip betrays the fact that there is only a small ledge dividing love and hate. She settled down though… damn it.
Or- she did settle down. Until I waved my crew forward and hit the gas. Then she pressed every inch of her luscious little body to mine with everything she had. She molded herself to fit against me and I just drove faster so she would do it harder. Finally, I slowed to talk to her over the wind, but to my delight, she still didn't move.
"Where do you live, doll?" I lean down to speak into her ear where her head is buried in my chest.
I could feel her reply but not hear it as she answered, and she finally looked up at the rumble of my laugh. Looking down at her briefly, I tap my ear to send the message that I can't hear her. Slowly Venus peels herself from my stomach and leaned flat against my chest to tell me the apartments she's in.
For a girl with no phone, I was surprised that her housing was as nice as it seemed but tried not to let my shock show. I mean, nowhere on this side of the tracks is the Ritz, but it wasn't the projects either.
Anything else I would have said was swallowed as Venus finally looked around and I watched her face transform as she looked around at the desert edge flying past us as we skirted around what we Espada called Las Noches, the Hollow side of Soul City. In the dark of the night, the neon lights are just streaks, fading into the starry blackness of the dessert.
I can see on her face that she gets it. She sees the beauty in the ride.
"Where are we going?" she asks, eyes not leaving the blessed black horizon, "We are way past my place!"
"If we have any followers, we are leading them off track," I yell back over the wind, gesturing with my hand for the rest of my crew to go. Splitting off in five separate directions, the boys peel away from me, making no efforts to cover their tracks. A lifetime together lets them know what I want without ever having to say it.
Venus nods, wide-eyed at both the view and their coordination. It seems that now that she has had her first taste of the freedom of the open road, she isn't gonna give it up. I may have more winning over to do to get this girl willing and wanton and mine like she should be, but she may just be meant for me.
The fuck is wrong with me?!
Just get her to her place…. Just get her to her place. It's a refrain in my damn head as I try to knock this soppy-ass bullshit off that's melting my goddamn brain. But it doesn't keep me from tacking on an extra 30 minutes of riding time just to hear her little gasps and feel the press of her against me as she hangs on tight.
But then we pull up to her place and her limbs wrap tighter around me in an honest-to-god hug.
"THAT was awesome," she says with a smile. A real smile. Not wicked, not a smirk, or even a grin.
I know I have to let go for her to go in, but I really don't want to. And I'm not even thinking about stripping her here and now and having her ride me on my bike… too much. I mean, yeah, a little- but not really. Its backseat to just keeping her here with me, protected and tangled and…
She's up and climbing off me before I could keep her here, unlatching the saddle bags to grab her shit. "Thanks again, Grimmjow," she says with that smile and she lopes around to free her money from the other side, "See you tomorrow?"
"What, are we making a date?" I growl. I kinda regret that as her smile fades. Not enough to take it back. Surly seems to be my only route to getting her out of my system. I don't need entanglements.
"No," she trails off, "I just…"
"I'm your ticket to protection," I remind her, "I'll be there."
It's such a sad nod I get in response, I actually do wish I could take it back. I want this chick to be mine so what the hell am I doing? But on the other hand- what the actual fuck am I doing?
She's in the door to the stairwell (Unlocked, I note. That's safe.) before I can say anything else. I watch her climb the stairs before I edge my bike forward. Good luck and good riddance, am I right?
Until I feel it.
Call it a gut feeling, call it my cursed spidey sense, but something is wrong. I don't know what. It's not danger… just an overwhelming sense of 'not right'. I rev my bike and do a quick lap of the perimeter of her building, just to be sure, before backing myself into a spot in the lot. Fuck their damn towing warning, everybody in this damn town knows not to touch my bikes.
It doesn't take long for a small figure, still in my oversized jacket and sporting a long black braid, to poke her head out and look both ways before scampering out the door.
Son of a bitch.
You ever love being right and hate being right at the same time?
I watch Venus, now only carrying one bulging bag, make her way around the building. How am I supposed to protect her if she pulls stunts like this?
Looks like I get to follow. Joy.
I may love my baby, but I know it is no good on a stealth mission and take off on foot after my Pixie. We wind through alleys and yards, thankfully staying off main roads besides a few crossings until we wind up back at… the fucking Hole.
The pounding bass can still be heard from outside. Surely, she isn't going back in. She heads into the alley and I watch from around the corner as she bypasses the back door and scampers up a dumpster to pull herself up the broken fire escape. It doesn't take her long to ascend, the noise of the club covering her footsteps, until she disappears over the side of the roof.
Clearly, little miss Venus has a death wish far bigger the adrenaline of falling down a pole, and she makes it look so damn hot…
Nope! I follow that track and I'll be some useless chump with a boner in an alley. Giving my head a good shake to clear it, I run and jump, catching the fire escape and pulling myself up.
Reapers could be watching the damn building and she decides to climb the wall! This woman is gonna kill me where every bullet has failed. As quiet as the big cat my nickname comes from, I make my way up and crouch behind the edge of my roof to see what the hell my Pixie is up to.
As always, she takes me by surprise. A tarp has been put up in a makeshift lean-to, partially obscuring the view but not enough to block out where she sits on a blanket, counting and stacking bills before lowering them into a hole where a roof tile has been dislodged. The hood on the jacket is up but I can see her black wig laying next her, still neatly braided.
I stay still and silent as she continues to fish out money and jewelry from the bag, unceremoniously tossing the trinkets in her tote and stashing the bills. I can see her shiver and pull the jacket tighter around her. Reaching behind her, she pulls another blanket over her lap before reaching in her Mary Poppins' bag of infinite shit to pull out a contact case and solution and what looks like a half-eaten sandwich.
I guess she decides that the contacts can wait as she tucks into the food first, moaning like a soggy sub is the finest meal in the world. She only takes a few bites before stopping and staring at it. For a full minute she just looks at the damn sandwich before refolding its wrapper with a sigh and sticking it back in the bag. I recognize that sound, that movement; it's the pain of pacing yourself and the practiced withholding of someone who knows what it is not to eat.
That's when it hits me. I could smack myself. The baggy clothes, the lack of amenities, the shock over what was, to me, pocket change. She's living up here. My girl is homeless- and clearly has been for a while.
Slowly I raise myself over the roof ledge. This cannot keep going on and she is probably not going to like it. I announce myself with a cough as I stroll around to stand in front of her.
Or at least I try to, but I spook her like hell. In typical Pixie style, however, she doesn't go with the flight response. She doesn't even freeze like a deer in the headlights. No, she grabs a fucking pipe and swings it at my head.
Luckily, my reflexes are faster than hers and I get up a block in time to keep her from caving my face in. Good strength, though. That may even bruise.
Her eyes are wild, wide and fearful as she recoups from my block to swing out with a bowie knife in the other hand aimed for my stomach. She cries out as I catch her hand with the knife, pressing her wrist until she drops the blade. She has the fervor, but the difference in skill level is daunting. She is not a fighter.
Using her trapped hand, I pull her bodily to me, trapping her arms by her sides to disable her other hand with the pipe, but Venus isn't deterred. She steps as hard as she can on my steel-toed boots, and when that doesn't work, she aims a knee at the family jewels.
"Stop."
The order is lost in her desperate frenzy, so I spin her around to keep her nails and knees from my flesh. Talk about baggage… shit. This girl may just be as damaged as me.
"Pixie, stop," I say softly next to her ear, "It's me."
Her breathing slows and I can feel her sag in my arms. "Grimm?" she verifies before looking ruefully over her shoulder at me.
"Yup," I assure her before loosening my hold, "Gonna keep trying to kill me or can I let you go?"
"Shit!" she pulls away from me to look at my now thoroughly scratched forearms, "Shit! I- you snuck up on me!"
"Tch, so this is my fault?"
"Well… yes!
She's sputtering in her shock and I can't decide if it's cute or infuriating. I'm going to go with infuriating. That's my default.
"I wouldn't have had to sneak up on you if you had stayed where you said to leave you!"
She crosses her arms in front of her chest, glittering eyes narrowed. "Just like a man to assume a girl will give out her address because he promised to sweep her away."
For the love of all things unholy, please tell me she is joking right now. "That is not the issue, and you know it!" I yell, pointing my finger at her, "And you didn't just give me a fake address, you had me cart you around for hours trying to divert people away from that address, not this one!"
Her silence spoke volumes. She was grasping at straws.
"Nowhere in all that time did you think to say "Hey Grimmjow, I'm homeless and live on the roof of the club?"
"I-"
"They basically implied that this place was surrounded, and you just came prancing back!"
"Grimm-"
"And don't even try to pin this on me when you flipped out thinking someone had found you! No clue what is going on, my ass!"
"I'm on the run, alright?!" Venus busts out, stopping my tirade, "You think I'm up here for fun? You think I want to work and live at this goddamn club? It's the bane of my existence! You think I want this? I'm fucking running!"
Well now we're getting somewhere. I eye the girl up and down and realize this is the most raw I have ever seen her. Green eyes still glare at me, but the majority of the makeup is off her face. Dark hair that glows caramel in the light, hits just past her shoulders, roughly cut. She looks young. More importantly, she looks vulnerable as she seems to try to physically curl in on herself with her arms folded tightly around her. This is a Venus I don't know yet. This is the side that no one gets to see.
And it awakens every protective instinct in me that I didn't even know I had.
"Who are you running from?" I ask, not breaking eye contact with her as I pray for the truthful moment to last.
"The Reapers," she whispers.
She's-! "You're running from the Reapers so you came back to where they are interested in?" I can't keep that gentle shit up in the face if this stupidity, "Are you out of your fucking mind?"
"You don't understand!" she yells right back, "Everything is here!"
"What is?" I loosely gesture at her makeshift camp, "A hobo tent and some blankets?"
"No!" She retorts, stepping forward in a way no man has dared before, "Everything! Everything I have and need to get away!" I watch as she trails off, eyes straying to another small tote bag next to the blanket pile. "Everything left of me."
I can't help but let my gaze linger on the other tote. That's all she has in this world? My anger evaporates as I see her stand there as if expecting yet another blow. "How long have you been doing this, Pixie?"
"Here?" she clarifies, "A few months."
"And before here?" I prompt, reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder. It seems unconscious how she unfurls at my touch, laying her hand over mine.
"I don't know," she shrugs, "about a year or so."
The look of disbelief is not feigned as I pull her closer, raising her chin to look up at me. "You've successfully avoided the Reapers for over a year? Alone?"
She only nods, mouth still downturned.
"Why are they chasing you so hard?"
"I saw something I wasn't supposed to see," she says, almost wistfully, "I always have to fucking look."
"Surprised a good girl like you didn't just report it to the Quinceys… or just run to them for that matter," I reply with a snort.
"Quinceys?" she asks, looking up at me.
"Yeah, the Qualitive Underground Intelligence and Non Compliance Enforcement. QUINCE for short," I inform her, "It's a task force designed just for us and the Reapers. We call their agents Quinceys."
"Oh… I did." She delivers the dumfounding news with all the tact of a bulldozer. I'm standing here comforting a damn snitch. "I'll never do that again," she follows up with, pausing my urge to get the fuck away far too easily, "The Reapers are working with them or something. I talked to an Agent Ishida. He said he would take care of it. Instead, I was apprehended at my job by a crew that included my former colleague- who was actually here tonight."
Well, this was news to me. The Reapers had an in with the Quinceys? That task force was hand chosen to be the most volatile toward both our groups. They hated us equally and without limit. If the Reapers had found a way in, we were in serious trouble. She may have more information to give.
"How'd you get away?"
The girl was impressive in her evading but, as I had just proven, she aint no Wonder Woman.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," she says, displaying a rare grin.
"Try me," I smirk back, jostling her to try to keep the grin going.
"They zip tied my wrists and stuffed me in a janitor's closet, talking about what to do with me and having to go get someone higher up. I was locked in on the 4th floor and the building just…came down," her smile grows, "I knew I was gonna die, so it didn't even scare me. It was just a different way to go, you know? But that side of the building didn't crumble like the rest. The floor gave out under me before anything else, so I fell a story into a different supply closet where there was a box cutter. I managed to get my ties off and get out right before the whole building caved in on itself."
"You worked for the Reapers?" I'm finally putting the dots together.
"Not for them for them," she tries to clarify, "I didn't know. And once I did, I tried doing the right thing."
"And when that didn't work, you came here," I finished for her, "turning monsters into saviors."
"Well, I never did watch the news much but everyone in Soul City knows that the opposite of a Reaper is a Hollow. Where better to go in a pinch than where they won't."
She had me there. Not a bad plan. I don't know if she realized that there were reapers everywhere, just as there were Hollows, in her misguided hopes to run away but she sure picked the best hiding spot for mow. "So, you don't know what brought down the building?" I ask playfully, unable to help my laugh and earning me another confused look.
"Nooo," she draws out, "the news said gas line explosion, but that's crap. All I ever heard on the streets was about a king striking again?"
The laugh was full blown now as I dipped into a bow. "King of Destruction," I flourished with a posh accent, "at your service… again."
"Wait… that was you?" she asks in disbelief, eyebrows about to handshake her hairline.
"You can begin thanking me for that beautiful hit anytime now."
To my surprise, a laugh bubbles out of her as well. "You- you brought down a damn high-rise?"
"Ohhh yeah," I sigh, "That was a good one."
"You're insane," she tells me straight, though she can't quite get rid of that smile. The one that marks her as just as crazy as me.
"That I am," I agree, "but not crazy enough to let you keep staying on a roof that enemies will probably start watching."
And… shut down. Venus' mirth disappears instantly. "I can't leave, I already told you why."
"We can take your stuff somewhere else, too," I remind her, "I'm not saying leave it!"
"And where, pray tell, am I supposed to put it?" the spitfire snarks back, "I need money to run! Not to live hand to mouth like everyone else seems happy to do around here!"
"Yeah, god forbid you live like us little people, princess." I'm losing my cool. I'm trying to protect her and she is acting like a starlet arguing with the arbitrary body guard. "How the fuck am I supposed to protect you when you are sleeping on my goddamn roof!?"
"It's not about class, asshole," she flares right back, "and don't call me that! Its about the fact the no one is set up to thrive here except those on top."
"Take it up with your damn Reapers while they hoard it then, not me."
"Well, you're the one invading my roof, so you're who gets to hear it."
Fuck this woman was infuriating! "It's MY roof. Get off of it!"
"Again, to fucking where?!" she yells, shoving two fingers into my chest, "I have to save everything if I want to be able to get out of this place!"
"And go where?" I retort, quickly losing my last shred of patience as I pull her closer, "The Reapers are all across this damn country. You picked the best spot already!"
"Yes, off the grid and on a roof!" She's fuming, struggling to pace from my hold but I'm not letting go, "But now they found the club so where am I supposed to go then? I sure as hell can't register an apartment in my name!"
"Not here, Woman!" I growl emphatically, moving my hand up to loosely grab her throat, forcing those wandering, flame filled eyes to mine, "Next to me."
"Why?" sneers angrily, clawing at my hand "Why would you want to deal with all my shit?"
I say it's angrily, but her words crack at the end. Simply not being alone may be too much for her to hope for at this point. She is going to have to learn what I already know, what the beast inside me has already declared. Lowering my face even with hers, I only hope she can read how serious I am in my eyes. "Because you. are. Mine."
And seal that shit with a kiss. I can't resist anymore. That brief taste of her in the dressing room only whet my appetite and now I waste no time in devouring her. Her hands stop pulling against my hand at her throat as my tongue delves into her mouth, and she moves to glide them up my chest. It only takes a second for her to kiss back, exploring and teasing in turn.
When her hands drift under my shirt, I only break myself from her long enough to shrug it off and pull hers over her head, too. Fuck me. We were in such a rush to leave the club that there is already no bra in my way and I growl at the skin-to-skin contact, tightening my hold on her neck until she gasps. For a brief flicker, I wonder if that's okay. She'll have to get used to it. I ride hard and play rough. It's just who I am. But then she gasps and rakes her nails down my back. Hard.
Her eyes are only heat. I swear she was made for me.
Scooping her up like the featherweight she is, I deposit her on her back on her pile of blankets, keeping her down by her neck still. She freezes until my mouth closes around a pert nipple, sucking hard before rolling the tip between my teeth until she cries out. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling as she bucks under the intensity. I can hear her sigh, nearly in frustration, as I pull away only to gasp out another low moan when I treat the other nipple the same.
Her hips are gyrating to same rhythm against the knee I slide between her legs, and I wonder if she skipped out on panties, too. It's sure as hell time to find out!
No dice as I feel my fingers skim flimsy fabric as they dip between her legs, but holy shit is she wet for me. Her mouth tastes like honey, her skin like the salted caramel of her hair, now I just need to taste her more. Ditching the hold on her throat, I yank her baggy jeans to her ankles without even needing to unbutton them.
"Grimm! I-"
"Yes or no?" I ask her in a harsh growl. I want my mouth on her so bad I swear I'm fucking drooling.
"Wha-"
"Yes or no, Pixie?" I ask again, running my fingers over the thin slip of fabric that separates her from my touch.
"Yes," she breathes. Its so soft an answer but she doesn't leave my eyes as she says it.
That little breathy moan does things to me. I swear I am fucking feral as I loop my finger trough the hips of her panties and pull, shredding them off of her in less than a second. "Then stay down," I order her as the fabric snaps, and I lower myself to run my tongue straight up her weeping slit.
I'm rewarded with a low keen and I can tell she is holding back the glorious noises that will drive me even more insane than I already am, so I go at her in a punishing pace, delving my tongue inside her before flicking her clit with it. She's trying so fucking hard not to scream that I pull out all the stops, sucking her clit into my mouth at the same time as I push a finger into her wet heat.
There's the cry but it's muffled. I reach up and drag her silencing hand off her mouth as I run the tip of my tongue over the hollow in her hip. "Don't."
She looks at me in a hazed confusion. "But they'll hear."
"Let 'em," I reply, slowing my pace and nibbling toward the other hip.
"They- they'll call the cops or something," she gasps as I speed back up, and I laugh against the delicate skin beneath my mouth causing goosebumps.
"We own the cops," I tell her in a purr that makes her shiver while I position my hand, "I want to hear you scream for me."
With that I plunge two fingers into her, thumb rubbing her clit as I bite hard on her hip. There it is, my Pixie screaming my name to the world. Nearly instantly I can feel the walls of her pulling on my fingers- so fucking tight, but I don't let up the pace. Instead, I curl my fingers up to hit that bundle of nerves I know will be there and make her continue to cum even longer and harder.
Finally I let up and she tapers off with a whimper. Withdrawing my fingers, I instead wrap my hands under her, lifting her limp body for better reach as I lathe away the results. She's a goddamn cup of ambrosia.
"Oh, fuck," she murmurs, "please…"
"Please what, Pixie?" I rumble against the over sensitized flesh still running under my tongue, eliciting another high keen.
"Please… I want you-,"
"Here I am," I say with a smile, adjusting to slide one finger in and out of her again, making her twist in place. The quick bite to her clit makes her yelp but stops her moving. "What do you really want?" I ask with a grin in response to her heated glare. Glare all you want, doll, your body doesn't lie about how much you're loving it.
"P-please… just- AH!- ju-"
"Hmm?" I ask, letting the sound vibate from me to her and causing her to arch again.
"Goddammit, Grimm, just fuck me already!" she finally yells, fists in my hair as she drags me back up her body.
"Jesus, Pix," I laugh out, already reaching for my fly where my aching cock strains against the fabric, "All you had to do was ask."
"You ass," she manages to pant out as I skim her extended throat with my teeth, abs flexing under her fingers.
"Thought you didn't want to sleep with the boss," I tease, finally sitting up just enough to remove the pants that stand in my way from being enveloped by that delicious wet warmth. Finally, the fuckers slip down, revealing me to her as her eyes go wide. It's a common reaction, but so much more beautiful on her.
With a low chuckle, I lower myself back down over her, bracing on my elbows to sweep that caramel hair from her face before positioning myself at her entrance. "I think you mean monster," I say with a wink.
Despite her haze, she manages to roll her eyes at me. "Shut up and fuck me," she orders.
That is not gonna slide. But as I grab her throat again and my purr turns into a growl, she stretches her arms up with a languid smile. Was- she was teasing me back. This was exactly what she wanted. "Oh, bad Pixie," I croon, tweaking a nipple and relishing as her gasp turns into a dark laugh.
I begin to just barely push into her, stretching her tightness around me with a gasp of my own. Fuck, she's tight, I should have spent more time-
"Please, fuck me."
Shit, she's fucking begging. There's no mistaking that tone. What little bit of self-control I have managed to amass over my entire life goes flying out the window to the sound of her scream as I bottom out in her with a vicious thrust.
I can't help but pause as I adjust to being engulfed by her and she to me. I move my hand from her throat to cradling her head as looks at me with wide pleading eyes. Its barely imperceptible when she nods, but my sharp eyes miss nothing of this woman. Slowly I pull nearly all the way out before pushing back in. She groans throatily at the sensation, and I feel her hands glide up my arms to scratch down over my shoulders. As she adjusts to me, I hear the light burst of laughter behind her whimpers.
Cupping my face, she meets my eyes with her own, reading something foreign in them that I don't understand. But that smile, that genuine smile- its like my very soul sees it.
"Hail to the king," she whispers, bringing her lips to my own.
One moment of softness. She steals it from me like a thief in the neon-painted Las Noches night. I can feel it slip from me unguarded as her hand cups my tattooed jaw with no fear of the monster it hints at and my lips work over hers while I slowly ease back inside her.
Her cry, sweet and unhindered as I bottom out again, jogs me from my reverie. I grab her hip hard again and I pound into her this time, turning a mewl to another scream of my name. Slinging her leg over my shoulder I press forward relentlessly. I wonder how many more times I can make her call my name like that?
.
.
"Holy… damn," Venus stumbles over the words as she splays naked on top of the blanket. Damn. Straight.
"Let me guess," I drawl with a purr, "Biggest you've ever been with?"
"Biggest ego maybe," she quips without missing a beat. Catching her breath, she just stares up at the night as if she can see the stars beyond the light pollution.
"Churches."
I can barely hear her breath out the word over the unending rumble of the base, but I can't help but crack a grin over at her, her elfin profile illuminated by the streetlights behind her.
"Pretty sure what we just did had nothin' to do with church, Pix."
I can barely make out the curling grin on her face, but her eyes turn toward me with a glow like a cat's in the night. "Not churches," she enunciates, "Chvrches. The band. Their song 'Gun' just popped in my head. It's fitting."
"Ugh," I sneer, raising up on my elbows to look down at her and relishing the cool night air brushing away the sheen of sweat, "You're one of those people that has a song for everything, aren't you?"
"No." She's so fucking defiant. I love it. "Well," she acquiesces as she bites her lip, making me ready for round two, "Maybe."
I flop back on my back with a sigh, hiding my own grin. "I prefer 'Recover' off that album, personally."
The laugh just cackles out of me on it's own when her hand thumps against my chest. "You're an ass."
"Correction," I rumble grabbing her hand and pulling her lewdly and wonderfully over top of me, ignoring her groan, "I'm a monster."
"No, you are now a pillow," she sighs out, lowering her head to cushion it on my pec.
I'm not sure if I should be insulted or happy. I have never in my life been equated to something fluffy. "Pillows are at home," I tell her gruffly, "which is where I'm taking you."
That makes her lift her head, gemstone eyes narrowing at me… not sure if it is in confusion or rage. Fuck it, I'm down for round two.
"If it wasn't clear from the beginning of this whole… fiasco," she bites out, "this is my home for the foreseeable future."
"You're not living on my roof," I groan as I sit up with her still draped on me, "I'm taking you to my place."
"Whoa, whoa! Hold your horses there, bud," Venus says, scrambling off me to cover herself with a blanket. Damn I miss that sight already. "No. Don't you think you're going a little fast? I'm not going to move in with you. With anyone! What part of I'm on the run didn't you hear? This is not the time for me to be getting shacked up with some-"
Oh god, she's rambling. So, I shut her up the only way I can think of- and because I just want to- by grabbing the back of her neck and yanking her back over my lap for a kiss. Her mind may rebel against me at every turn, but it's like our bodies were made for this shit right here. I pull her hips forward on mine with my free hand, thumb digging into the hollow there just to hear her whimper. She fucking caves to my touch before arching into me and letting the blanket go until we are skin to skin again.
I withdraw just to bite her lip until she yelps. "It's not moving in, it's just moving you indoors."
"But-" she protests, squirming against my cock which is back at full attention again.
I grind her us against it again, dropping my hand from her neck to her breast, tweaking a sensitive nipple to cut her off. "You'll be in a spare room."
"Grimmjow," it's more moan than protest now, "I just…"
"Or," I continue, moving my hand between her legs, bracing her back as I bring my lips right next to her ear so my breath can brush just as gently as my fingers against her clit, "You can keep fighting me and we will go for another round until I carry you naked off this goddamn roof."
"Oh, fuck," she whispers as my strokes on her clit get more insistent until she is shaking and tensing above me again, "Fine."
"Good Pixie," I croon, finally pushing two fingers inside her wet heat and feeling her clench around them.
"Don't… call me that," she manages to gasp out as I feel her orgasm drip over my hand.
Whatever. We'll have time for me to find her name. And now that my cock is wet and ready again, even the bike can wait.
