A/N:

Sorry, i am sure you wanted the assassination for this chapter; that was the original plan. plans don't always go through though, and this one didn't. ha it's still something. i hope this chapter makes you go: d'awhhhh!:) i did.

Chapter Warnings: Humm, cuteness? guy-guy love:)

Characters Introduced: Ha none.

Eskimo Kiss: The rubbing of two noses together.

Breathe,

Just...

Breathe.

The night was seemingly perfect, with a slight chill in the wind and the moon shining brightly above everything. The clouds seemed to have dissipated away, leaving the sky clear and Ichigo's night a whole lot easier. The moon was always something that helped Ichigo sneak about, it lit the pathways and rooftops without any residents noticing anything out of the ordinary. That was, of course, a good thing-a great thing if you wish.

Tonight was the night everything was being risked. Aizen hadn't caught Grimmjow and him during their scandalous actions, and if he had found out he hadn't uttered a word about it, so Ichigo felt that tonight would be fine. everything was going to go according to plan. No worries.

None. Right?

He paced back and forth throughout his white room, pondering the simple things in life. like a toaster. People take it for granted, but maybe some people would die without one, literally that is. He liked to think about things he never really noticed, and things that deserved to be noticed, like the toaster. It was the usual routine for him, really. Urahara sat on Ichigo's large bed, picking the small feathers out of the pillow so he wouldn't be sitting still. He also had a restless problem like Ichigo, it was quite common for assassins to have. Urahara was sure Yoruichi was doing the same thing even though she wasn't anywhere close to them.

"Where's Yoruichi?" Ichigo started to bite his nails, then realized what he was doing and quickly tugged his hand away. Well speak of the devil...

"She's in the hall trying to keep people out of your room." Ichigo paused in his walking to stare at his mentor. What in the world was this crazy old man talking about?

"What?"

Urahara sat up straight and fixed his white uniform. "Yeah, there's some people who've been trying to get into your room. I told her to keep them out until you were ready."

Now that Ichigo thought about it, he could remember hearing people talking outside of his door. He just hadn't been in the mindset to think that they were trying to visit him.

"Is Grimm-I mean, is Grimmjow out there?" Damn it, now Urahara was smirking at him.

"You're blushing. You guys got something going on?" Urahara wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Uh..."

"Don't worry, I know. I won't tell anybody, I swear!" Urahara grinned as Ichigo gaped at him like a fish out of water.

"Wh-what? You know what e-exactly?" Urahara just smiled and pulled out his sleek blackberry like the conversation hadn't even happened between them. After punching in what seemed like a text, Ichigo's door swung open suddenly and a blue-haired blur flew past him and landed on the floor with a thud. Urahara smiled like an idiot as he watched everything start to transpire. The door slammed loudly behind the man, and Yoruichi pushed the assassins outside and away from the door as best as she could. It wasn't easy though, because they were all trying to see Ichigo one last time before departure.

Ichigo looked down and saw Grimmjow, his Grimmjow, looking up at him with wide blue eyes.

Why oh why are your eyes so blue? I could be lost in them forever...

"Ichi?" Urahara's eyebrows lifted in surprise at this, and Ichigo blushed again. Grimmjow turned to see who Ichigo was looking at, and when he noticed Urahara sitting on Ichigo's bed he coughed to cover his embarrassment.

"I mean, Ichigo?" Urahara stood with a large grin on his face and made his way over to the two helpless assassins.

"You've got about twenty minutes until we head out. Make it count." He walked over to the door with caution, opened it with help from Yoruichi, and then the door was closed and the two young assassins were alone.

!

"Hey Grimm." Ichigo mumbled as he walked over to the man sitting comfortably on the carpet. Ichigo held his hand out and helped the bluenette up off the ground, and he smiled when the larger teen pulled him into a warm embrace.

"Ichi...how are you? Are you doing okay?" Nimble fingers danced in Ichigo's orange spikes, massaging the way Ichigo liked it. A groan escaped Ichigo, but he didn't really care about it right now.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Nervous, ya know?" Grimmjow nodded, his head rubbing against Ichigo's since it was cradled on the area where Ichigo's neck and shoulder met together. His arms tightened around Ichigo's midsection, and he pulled the younger body closer to his own.

"You better be safe." Grimmjow growled into Ichigo's ear as he rubbed his nose along Ichigo's neck.

"I do try. Can't promise anything." Ichigo almost stumbled backwards when he was suddenly released from Grimmjow's tender grip. Grimmjow let his hair fall in front of his eyes to hide his face from Ichigo's watching gaze.

"What?" He looked into Grimmjow's eyes, noticing how sad they looked.

"Don't you dare say stuff like that. I wish I could come with you..." Grimmjow pulled Ichigo back into a hug, and Ichigo smiled as Grimmjow continued to show his unusual sweet side.

"When did we become some sort of lovey-dovey couple thing like this?" Ichigo laughed. It was nice and all, but it just happened to have come out of nowhere. There was no way that one make-out on a staircase could possibly make Grimmjow act like a total girl.

Grimmjow laughed heartily, making Ichigo shiver with excitement and bliss. "I could be one of those abusive boyfriends if ya want." Ichigo blinked. It was a real awkward silence, so obviously a gay baby was born somewhere. Poor kid.

"Boyfriend?" Ichigo questioned as he let his index and middle finger walk up Grimmjow's large biceps.

"Uhm..." Grimmjow blushed.

"Do you want to be...boyfriends?" Ichigo bit his lip gently. He really wanted this too, and when Grimmjow had brought it up he just couldn't miss his chance.

"W-well, I'd really like us to be..." Grimmjow muttered while still looking away from Ichigo's face. This was just so...weird of him to ask. He wasn't usually this fuckin' girly, but something about his orange-headed companion made him act like this.

Ichigo smiled and leaned up to kiss Grimmjow as softly as possible on his lips, his closed lips not going any farther than a long-lasting peck upon soft Grimmjow's own. The bluenette placed his hands on Ichigo's upper back, and drew small reassuring circles there. Ichigo almost moaned at the feelings, but he held it in and moved away from Grimmjow.

"I really want us to be too." Ichigo beamed, which in turn caused his new boyfriend to smile largely at him as well. Ichigo held Grimmjow's hand as they walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge. Their fingers remained interlocked, their eyes doing the same. They just sat and admired each other, taking in each detail of the other before their twenty minutes were up and Ichigo was sent on his long-awaited mission. Words weren't really needed here, so a few minutes passed and they stayed in the same position.

Finally Grimmjow spoke up. "I really like you." He admitted while tugging on Ichigo's hand to urge him to sit on his lap. Ichigo complied happily, and effortlessly slid into his boyfriend's lap and snuggled into Grimmjow's inviting heat.

Ichigo laughed as he rubbed his nose on Grimmjow's, and Grimmjow smiled at the overly cute act. "I really, really like you too."

How much more cliché could this moment be? Someone could have taken a picture and stapled it into a Hallmark card, and they more than likely would have made millions off of it. How many relationships are like this? Ichigo was counting his stars, he was more than lucky as it was. Life was really perfect for him right now. Grimmjow just made everything even more perfect.

"You wanna know somethin'?" Ichigo mumbled against Grimmjow's warm cheek.

"Hm?" He replied quietly, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere they had created in the room. It was warm and fuzzy, and Szayel would have gagged if he came in, which he most likely wont be doing. Hopefully he wouldn't be walking in at any time, that would be just...weird.

"I really like," Ichigo closed his eyes and caressed his nose against Grimmjow's, "Eskimo kisses."

This of course caused Grimmjow to laugh, and like dominoes, Ichigo began to giggle a little bit too.

"You, young sir, are the most random person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." The bluenette smiled at Ichigo who almost started to tear up at that statement.

"You sure know how to charm the ladies, huh?"

Grimmjow snorted and rolled his eyes. "Obviously I'm a real ladies man; obviously."

"No need for the sarcasm, ya dork." Ichigo smiled and buried his head deeper into Grimmjow's shoulder. His arms wound around the larger man's form as he continued to straddle his lap, in a completely non-sexual way that is. Grimmjow's hands were also interlocked behind Ichigo's back as he pulled the small body closer, even though moving closer should have not been even remotely possible.

"But I'm your dork." Grimmjow said smugly.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Well," Grimmjow stopped to ponder a moment, "If I'm your dork, what are you going to be to me?"

Ichigo laughed and sat back so that his chest wasn't pressed so tightly against his boyfriend. He closed one of his eyes, scrunched up his face, and let his one open eye travel to the ceiling and pause there.

"Who knows?" Ichigo shrugged and opened his eye once again. Grimmjow pursed his lips. Surely there was something that Ichigo could be called.

"Ah oh well. You'll just be my strawberry like you usually are."

Ichigo groaned. "I should have seen that one coming."

"Oh yes, you should have, but you didn't."

The orange-head pouted at his boyfriend and tried to move away farther from Grimmjow's body, but strong arms gently wound around him once again and secured his body to Grimmjow's own like it had been moments before. Grimmjow smiled, although no one could see it, and placed a light, feathery kiss on Ichigo's tender neck. He could almost feel Ichigo's warm pulse beating quickly beneath the skin, and he was glad that Ichigo got this way around him.

"Stupid dork." Ichigo murmured so lightly that Grimmjow almost didn't hear the words escape Ichigo's lips.

"Stupid Strawberry." He grumbled right back. The two held each other tightly, practically squeezing the worry and anxiousness out of one another. This is what real lovers did, and well, Ichigo wanted this to be real, so he just squeezed back harder. Grimmjow was like his new rock, the solid foundation in which he was holding onto. Grimmjow just made life more...livable. It was fantastic.

"We sound like lovestruck school girls." Ichigo stated and before he could even recognize what had been said Grimmjow began laughing. Not too loud, cause it wasn't that funny, but he was laughing. Ichigo smiled at this and watched as a tear fell from Grimmjow's eyes from laughing so intensely.

"You're right. We're fuckin' girls."

"At least we're happy fuckin' girls." Ichigo laid his cheek against Grimmjow's, whose was way warmer than his was. Ichigo concentrated on trying to absord Grimmjow's heat into his own body.

"Well actually, I'm pretty happy fuckin' guys, but I get what you're sayin'." Grimmjow smiled at his own joke.

"Smart ass."

Ending A/N:

Nothing really. Im fuckin' tired.

-Ashley