Ichigo POV

Ah look, a shooting star. What kind of wish should I make? Maybe to have my old life back? Yeah, sure. I wish to see somebody I used to be able to. I sighed, what a laugh.
It was Christmas Eve night, only hours until Christmas, and I was out walking in the cold. It wasn't my fault I couldn't sleep, my mind was too full, twisting and turning with thoughts. Not of dreams or sugar plums as it should be...instead with grim thoughts of the future. What was I supposed to do with myself now that I was no longer part of the spiritual world?
I looked up at the sky for answers, finding none. I breathed out in the air, watching my breath fog.

A warm breath on the back of my neck, snapped me to attention, "Isn't it a bit late, berry?" I jumped away, flying into a defensive stance, "Jumpy, aren't we." Grimmjow? I gaped, blinking and doing a double-take. It really was Grimmjow. Yeah the Grimmjow who I shouldn't be able to see! I rubbed my eyes, what was going on?! "I'm still here." He stated with an unimpressed expression, looking at me like I was dumb.

"I'm not supposed to be able to see you." I mumbled, still having trouble believing what I was seeing.

"Well you can."

"I guess..."

"So why are you out so late? Shouldn't you be snug in your bed, dreaming of Santa Claws or whatever." He smirked, flexing his hands as he said 'claws'.

I gave him a glare, "First off, its 'claus' not 'claws'." I stated, "And second, I'm not a child." I snapped, pulling my scarf tighter as a gust of wind hit.

"Right. Could've fooled me on the child front though." Grimmjow responded with a snicker, his words rolling out with the fog of his breath.

"You're an ass. Goodbye." I turned and began to walk off, hearing him let out a laugh. The snow crunched under my feet as I walked. Stupid panther, luckily it didn't sound like he was following.

"HEY!" Right next to my ear. Holy shit! I jumped again, but something caught my foot and I face-planted into the snow, my cheeks freezing in an instant. Oh fuck that was cold. Gimmjow was laughing hysterically as he grabbed the back of my jacket and pulled me back to my feet, "I didn't think I'd scare you that badly."

"Don't touch me!" I growled, batting off his hands, unable to feel my face anymore, and still having snow packed on the inside of my jacket collar. I turned around, ready to march home at this rate.

But he grabbed me before I even made a single step, "Sorry. Really." I glared at him. "Here..." It shocked me stupid when I felt his hot tongue lick up the snow from my neck. I froze, goosebumps breaking out on my skin. "I'll clean you up." I couldn't respond; like really, was this happening? "What's wrong?" He asked quizically as he finished licking the snow off of me.
Oh. My. God. What wasn't wrong now?! But I couldn't tell him, I couldn't even explain it to myself. Why was I so fucking turned on? "Ichigo?" He leaned into my face, his beautiful blue eyes studying mine. I held my breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My voice would probably come out as a squeak if I responded. "Hey! Are you okay?!" He grabbed me, forcing my mouth open and then blowing into it. I coughed, choking on the air, nearly falling over.
"Hey!" He pulled me flush to his body, "Can you breath now?" He asked, tilting my face up to his. I nodded sharply, trying not to look at his handsome features, which was harder to do as my length pulsed behind my fly. Let go of me, you stupid panther!
I saw his eyes drop to my crotch, where I was pulled up against him, "What is that?" I gasped as he cupped my package, wincing from his firm grip. "Oh...its you." As in 'your dick'. His look was impassive.

"Let go...please." I requested softly, finding myself breathless.

He raised both eyebrows at me, "why? This surely shouldn't go unchecked." Now he smiled as he squeezed. I gasped and gripped his shoulders.

He pushed me back up against a wall, seeming undetered by the fact that we were in a fricken public place! "Grimmjow!" I snapped at him as he nipped at my neck. My body apparently didn't care where we were either; my hips rubbed against him, my length begging for attention. He opened my jacket and my shirt, my nipples drawing up hard as the cool air hit them, "Too cold! Grimmjow!" I whined.

"Won't be for long." He drawled, his hands hot as he pulled my body closer to him and put his rough tongue to work on my nipple. I moaned for him, gasping with surprise as his fingers freed my sex, and started slow circles over my crown. He grabbed my wrists as I clawed at him, flipping me around, and putting my chest to the wall.

"What are yo-aaahn!" His two fingers pressed inside me, finding my sweet spot instantly, dragging out another moan from me.

"Right here?" He asked in a teasing tone, stroking my length from base to head as he drew his fingers in and out of me. His fangs traced my shoulder, threatening to dig in at any moment, making me shiver in anticipation.

"Don't...tease..." I bit out between pants.

"As you wish." He was inside me with a single deep plunge, I yelped, then whimpered as he pulled almost all the way free and slid back in. Heat poured through me, like my body had been waiting for this moment, for this fullness. As Grimmjow set his rhythm, our skin making a smack sound as he rammed himself into me over and over, I panted roughly, forcing myself to hold in my moans.
"The least you can do is let me hear your moans," Grimmjow teased, his speed fast, his length hard as it pounded, "afterall, seeing me was your wish."

FIN! Merry Christmas to all!