Ichigo sighed. He was sitting on his suitcase stranded at the airport, all because his driver had bailed. He had considered calling a taxi but it would have been a waste of money and most didn't like coming down to the airport this late at night. Or this early in the morning.
"Ichigo why not just accept my ride." Oh and his other option was being kidnapped by his "husband". That word still made him shudder.
"Because I want to go home, not be kidnapped and raped by a man who just so happens to be my husband," he snapped, Grimmjow rolled his eyes at his statement.
"'M offering to take ya ta yer loft and nothing else, I promise scouts honour," he said hand over his heart. Ichigo glared at him warily before grunting out yes begrudgingly. He didn't mind staying the night in the airport but he had work that needed to be done and they did not have free Wi-Fi.
Ichigo sat on the other side of the car, putting his backpack between them. Grimmjow sighed.
"Ichigo, please just trust me 'm just offering ya a ride home, nothing more nothing less, I have no evil intentions," he muttered, brows drawn together in annoyance, the bridge of his nose wrinkled. He risked a glance, grimaced but relaxed just a little. Eventually his head was in his hand and he was slouched over so much the bangs of his red hair were covering his eyes. Grimmjow arched a brow; surprised Ichigo had actually allowed himself to relax this much around him. The driver shifted a little to announce the arrival of Mrs. Jeagerjaques loft. He smiled; it still surprised him that Ichigo was his wife. He tapped his shoulder; "Ichigo we're at yer loft." he remained unresponsive, leaning into the door more. He frowned confused, at the mention of his loft he had expected him to jump out the door and bolt whether the car had stopped or not. Poking his side, he did nothing but lurch forward, head slamming against the back of the passenger seat and arm falling beside his side. Ichgio had fallen asleep in his car. He laughed tartly, running his fingers through his hair. He grabbed his back pack, rummaging through the pockets in search of his keys.
"Sir would it not be better just to take him to your home," his driver suggested. Grimmjow stared at the man as if he had just asked him for a date.
"What! And be accused of kidnapping? I'd rather not deal wit' the drama right now," Grimmjow said as if should have been obvious to the driver. He found Ichigo's keys clutched protectively in his grip, he faintly remembered Ichigo jingling them at the airport when he snapped at his driver over the phone.
He picked Ichigo up bridal style, much better then the first time, considering he had almost dropped him. Ichigo stirred, attempting to roll over in his arms. 'Typical, he just loves making things harder for me,' he thought smirking. Prying the keys from his hand, Ichigo grumbled in his sleep about fairy's stealing his things again. Grimmjow froze when he said it thinking him to be awake. Ichigo didn't move again, he didn't stir nor speak. His heart was pounding by now, right eye twitching as he shoved the key into the lock, Ichigo continued to make life harder for him by wriggling. As soon as the door opened, hinges shrieking like a dying cat, Ichigo grabbed his shoulder pulling himself up in his grip.
"My bed is up the stair's," Ichigo said, not sounding as drowsy as he should have been.
"Ya little minx," he cursed. Ichigo shot him a smile, sliding from his grip only to continue his descent to the floor. Where he resumed his sleep. A smile crept onto his face at the guy before him. He walked to the door, ordering his driver to bring both their luggage.
"Pick me up from 'ere when I call ya," he ordered, still annoyed with his employee for speaking out of turn earlier. He picked up Ichigo yet again, amazed at how heavy he actually was.
