"Get out," she growled, stabbing the knife into the chopping board, Grimmjow stood in the doorway to the kitchen, trying to apologise to her again. Ichigo didn't turn to face him, knowing if she did she wouldn't have will to pretend to he angry with him anymore. She kept her shoulders tense till he left, finally letting out the sigh she had been holding back.
"And don't think you can talk to me either," she hissed hearing Aizen walk up behind her.
"I was just trying to protect my brother, all we had to go by was your word and you do have a rather notorious reputation Sunako," he said, moving closer. Ichigo knew what he was up to, the man was a snake, he could charm just about anyone into doing what he wanted with just a handful of words.
"You should have come to me then, not gone around behind my back. I am a reasonable person Aizen. I can see the truth behind your words but it still angers me," she said, grabbing the knife and turning towards him brandishing it at him.
"I am sorry my dear but it needed to be done, my brother is a fool and weak towards anyone that reminds him of his lost love. I just wanted to protect him." Ichigo turned away, throwing the knife into the sink to wash it, letting Aizen think his words were affecting her.
"He told me about her... But that has nothing to do with this. I may be notorious but Ushio is precious to me and i would never lie to her like that, especially not as something as important as who her father is," she said, sagging against the counter. It was taking everything she had not to try and stab him. Aizen was a smart man, and she didn't want to end up in jail for his death. Baraggan would not be happy with her if she killed his son.
"It eats away at you though doesn't it, the fact that he will never truly return your feelings for him, the fact that he won't touch you," he whispered coming right up behind her fingers digging into her hip, the pressure actually quite pleasant. Aizen was right, they had only really kissed a few times but that was because she had asked him to take it slow, she wanted to get to know him again and properly this time. Ichigo turned to face him about to deny his claim when Aizen slid his hand up her side, grazing the side of her breast eliciting a gasp from her. Ichigo hadn't been with anyone since Grimmjow nor had anyone touched her intimately since then.
"How long has it been since someone has touched you so?" He asked, grinning like the devil. Leaning for he whispered, "would you like me to remind you what pleasure feels like?" Lips brushed her ear as he spoke. Ichigo shuddered, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from making noises. She hated it, how her mind screamed no but her body said yes.
"No, I can't. I told you at the beginning I don't cheat, I guess it's a character flaw," she murmured, heat burned her skin from where his finger tips trailed up and down her side. Ichigo hated that her skin was so sensitive to touch.
"But it is a good one, I will leave you be but just remember what I said," he said, stepping away from her but only after he kissed her. Ichigo fell to the floor, scrubbing at her lips once he left the kitchen, she hated how badly he had affected her. Grabbing her phone Ichigo texted Grimmjow, 'meet me in the tree house now.' And fled from the kitchen as fast as she could.
The tree house was old but it was sturdy and was about a good half a mile from the house, far away from prying eyes. Grimmjow was already there when Ichigo hauled herself through the trap door. He grabbed her by the waist the second he could, pulling her up the rest of the way easily.
"Ya okay precious?" He asked, worried about her. Ichigo had told him that they would be keeping up this farce for as long as possible, that they wouldn't be able to meet like this for a while. Ichigo didn't say anything at all but grabbed his hands placing them on her hips. He looked at her confused but didn't say anything either. Slowly she ran her hands up his chest, his fingers digging into her hips as she did. Ichigo had never touched him like this before or at least not since that night and that night was so long ago. Grimmjow stepped closer, almost flush with her. Inch by inch he worked his fingers up her sides, watching her pupils eat up the gold of her eyes. Without looking away she dragged her fingers down his sides, digging nails into the flesh. He shivered, resting his forehead against hers. Slowly they kissed, a faint brush of the lips then he drew her even closer.
"How long has it been?" He asked whispering, drawing his hands up her back and under her shirt tracing the scars that lingered on her skin.
"Since that night," she gasped out, arching against him with every faint touch.
"And you?" She asked, brushing her fingers against the bullet wound at his hip. He flinched, a smile tugged at her lips.
"No one else."