Title: Tangled Bindings - Epilogue

Notes: This bit was written weeks after I had completed the entire story as a sweet/sexy/funny wrap up. It was never sent to my beta, so beware. I know I have a long way to go as a writer, and only a few of you have bothered to read this thing at all, never mind to the end. But I wanted to say thank you for all your support 3 I really appreciate it, and it's encouraged me to try and write more, and also to branch out with some of my Bleach characterizations and pairings.

As with the rest of the story, this chapter is rated M

Epilogue

"You know, we should probably get up now."

"..Why?"

"Cause I think it's the middle of the afternoon." Apache lay nude in Grimmjow's bed, sheets haphazardly covering her figure. Grimmjow was lazily curled up on the other side, not looking the least bit interested in getting up. His hands were roaming over the curves of her hips from under the sheets, before he rolled over on top of her, an evil grin spreading across his face. Apache could only return the grin. "...But of course, I don't exactly mind staying in bed if I get to have some more of what I got last night." Apache found herself sitting up, her bare chest sliding up against his own.

"Fuck yeah!" He said as he looked down at her. Even though he had her several time already, there still seemed to be a hunger in his eyes. He leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to her mouth, strong arms wrapping about her small figure.

"Hey, Grim?" the fraccion asked in a small voice. "...You never told me why you came to get me. Especially since I'm sure you were pissed." The Sexta looked at her, his lips trailing from her mouth to her neck.

"Idiot. Do I have to spell it out for you?" One of his large hands ran over her short black hair. "...You're my mate. I fuck you. I watch your back. I have you..." He grasped a lock of her hair almost painfully for a moment, before the hand drifted back to her hips. "...Sluts come and go, Apache. But it's hard to find someone who I can stand being around when the fucking's done."

He threw her back down against the sheets hard, ripping the covers off of her so that he could see her entirely. "...You're so fucking gorgeous, Apa, I could just fuck you and fuck you and never fuckin' stop. But you're also so loud, and bold. You know what you want and you do what you gotta to get it. You're a bitch, but you got class. I get so sick of suck ups who can't stand on their own two feet..." His hands were exploring her body, several fingers drifting between her thighs. "...You're the gal for me, if there ever was."

His words had stunned her into complete silence, which was a rarity for her. Only with that last movement of his hands did he hear her utter a moan. But then her hand stopped his, and brought the fingers to her lips, suckling on the middle on.

"...I never thought I'd be anyone's mate. Never mind the sexta's. But since I guess I am...I wanna make sure you don't regret your choice." With a sly grin on her face, she bent down in front of him, her hands and face drifting to his groin.

"GOOD MORNING APACHE AND GRIMMJOW! WE MADE YOU A VERY SPECIAL BREAKFAST!" There was a pounding on the door of his room, and the pissed off look on Grimmjow's face was unlike any she had ever seen.

"That sounds like..." Apache started, and much to Grimmjow's dismay, she sat up, and pulled on Grimmjow's jacket to open the door. "...Orihime." The bubbly human girl was standing there holding the angry gray kitten, Sun Sun besides her with a tray of human cuisine.

"...I thought you could use some refreshments after your night expenditures." Sun Sun said with a smile on her face. Apache could only stare and hope that Grimmjow wasn't forming a bala blast behind them.

"Yeah, um, we're kind of busy-" Orihime then thrust the gray furball at her.

"But he MISSES you! You should both play with him! And give him some more tender love and care!" Apache stared blankly at the human, the last few words not entirely in her vocabulary. The cat, while less violent and cranky than it had been a week ago, still looked thoroughly upset about Orihime lugging him out here.

"FUCKING HELL, YOU HAVE BAD TIMING." The raging Grimmjow had pulled on his hakama, and was tying it up as he shuffled over the door to glare at the two.

"But Grimmjow-san, you need to eat!" cried Orihime.

"Oh no he doesn't..." a voice called from down the hallway. "How many times did I tell you, Orihime? If they were hungry, they'd have come out already. Ulquiorra put a hand on Orihime's shoulder and pulled her back. "...Fraccion, you should probably come along too."

Apache glanced from the fuming Grimmjow, to the cautious Ulquiorra, and then back to the naive girls. She burst out into laughter, patting the cat on the head..

"Thanks for your concern, but we're gonna enjoy it and each other for a bit longer...and we'll catch up with you all later. If you could take care of the kitten until then..." She slowly started to close the door, leaving Ulquiorra to pull the two away. Apache's eyes fell on Grimmjow's as her hands went to the hastily tied hakama sash.

"..Without further interruptions...here's my millionth apology for what happened this week." Grimmjow could only grin.

"Don't rush, darlin'. Ya got forever to show me how sorry you are."

With that, the two arrancar sank back into Grimmjow's bed, where they both belonged.

The End