Irah's Note: School has started back up not recently though, so this will be the only fic I will be updating until I finish it. Unless someone Review/PM me what story they want me to update more than the other (No I have not Neglected any of my stories) Not really much to say due to me being uber tired from running around the track field and playing kick-ball on this beautiful day. Anywho thanks to all that reviewed, favorite, and who has this story on alert. You guys motivate me ^_^ Please fret not, if there are any corrections to be made (it was 2 in the morning when I finished it), please tell me or if you want to give me some pointers please do that as well...:) This story is un-beta'ed so bare with me.

Now I hope you enjoy yet another lengthy chapter. Trust this story is just starting to bloom lol.

Inspiration: The Jazzual Suspects - This Beat (Original Mix)

Disclaimer: I do not in no way, shape, or form own Bleach. Only my OCs (in which you guys will meet someone new when you read on :D)

Now, please enjoy XP *bows*

Mindful Serenade (Verse I)

Chapter Seven

"I still can't believe you're dating Orihime," Pouring himself a drink from behind the bar.

Ichigo sighed tossing a rag over his shoulder to stare at his weirdly pink haired friend, "For the last time Szayel yes! I am dating Orihime!"

Szayel threw his hands up with an astonishing laughter, "Magnificent! She is a righteous woman! I could not possible give you up. I just don't understand how you're still mad about that..."

Silent.

"Listen honey…If I was boning him…" pointing to a man seated with his gang: dressed in black knee-ripped pants, a vest that showed off his toned figure and unkempt blonde shoulder length hair, "…and he broke off everything we had just so I could date him…" pointing to another man who was the exact opposite. Seated by himself reading what looked to be a document of some sort, Dressed in a black business suit, with a suave persona, broad shoulders, and a black curly hair pulled back in a hair-tie, "then I would consider my option. They're both hot…right up my alley…and did I mention edible," Ichigo had no choice but to laugh at his friend's choice of words, "I mean c'mon luv you wasn't exactly in love with her right?"

A sly smirk pulled on the corner of his lips, as he cleaned a glass.

"Shit Ichigo…she told you from jump street not to fall,"

Now wiping the wood grain bar from any water remains, "Like I can control that,"

"You can…take it from a pro," tilting his head and throwing back his drink.

"Who is also a homo,"

"Yup I'm damn proud of it also,"

He laughed again, tossing the rag in a basket, "But enough of Le. I'm done with her,"

"Desert Island…put it on my tab."

"Uh Yah sure you are," Szayel spoke before fixing the potently rousing drink, "I remember this whole month of you putting on this awful act that you were over her and yes we all saw through it," almost laughing to this point, "I mean you could've pulled it off if you weren't trying to hard…but you know what, I'm kind of happy to see you starting to take a liking to Hime. For real this time…One Desert Island," sliding the glass down the bar, "you guys match each other. Not saying Le-san wasn't healthy for you, just you know…"

Ichigo blank stare gave that he didn't understand a word he was saying. Only words he understood was 'yeah sure' He stared at Szayel a moment before saying, "Seriously I am. My every thought isn't about her believe it or not,"

Szayel placed both hands on his hips, "You're so cute when you're clueless that It make me sick…What's your sign?"

Before wiping down his area Ichigo turned to look at him, "My what?"

"What's your zodiac sign? Don't tell me you don't know what that is!" Szayel looked at him with a disapproval look.

"You think I'm stupid?" Turning away from meeting his patient gaze, "Of course I do!"

"Unbelievable…" Szayel stared at his ignorant friend, shaking his head in disbelief, "When is your birthday?"

"Ehuh July 15th,"

"When is her birthday?"

"Whose?" He knew which one he was referring too he was just playing dumb.

"Le's,"

"umm Febuary 14th,"

He clapped his hands together in amazement, "Ah yes The Crab and Water bearer, let's see…from a cancer point of view you're intuitive, while she is highly objective, which naturally includes being emotionally removed from a subject. You want security in a relationship, whereas she values freedom and flexibility," Ichigo chuckled. A non-believer to these things, yet it was relating too much.

Szayel started to get more in depth, completely forgetting his bartending duties. But then again the patrons didn't mind neither. He simple caught their attention. Szayel continued, completely oblivious to the small audience since it became a habit to talk with his eyes close, "While you get emotionally attached to friends, family and possessions. She is a partner who is far more independent, and often prefers to debate with strangers over nurturing loved ones. It's likely you will find her to be cold or aloof at times, while she find you moody and emotionally needy." He opened his eyes to five pairs of eyes set on him, including Ichigo's, which were now glowering at him.

"I'm not moody…or emotionally needy,"

Szayel grabbed Ichigo's shoulder, "Look at you now my friend,"

Ichigo shrugged his shoulder free from his grasp, "You're an asshole I'll tell you that much,"

"Aww Ichigo can't accept the truth…so cute to see you so in love!"

Nope…he still cannot accept the fact the he felt something more now that she was not around him as much. He still thought about her. He still cared for her. He was still licking his wounds from the last time he saw her. Now she found someone else, doing all the things that she used to do with him…probably more. Therefore, he had to forget about her, it is his duty. For the sake of Orihime and his relationship and himself.

Hey you pink flavor! what about Scorpio and Gemini?

The question caught Ichigo and Szayel attention but mostly Szayel, "Well rudeness, I accept any bill higher than a fifty,"

"Hell no forget it!"

"That's bull crap!"

"Hey I have $100 right here for two of us!"

"Maybe you should own your own fortune telling business Ms. Cleo,"

"Hahaha so not very funny," Szayel turned to clean a glass as his audience still pestered him for a compatibility reading.

Ichigo looked to the crowed some waving bills the others closely listening if Szayel decides to speak, "Why don't you give them a free one just for the hell of it,"

"Yeah! What blonde boy said!"

"Oi my name is Ichigo!"

"…Yeah what strawberry said!"

His right eyebrow twitched at the name. If it weren't for him being at work, he would've smashed a beer bottle to the bastard head. However, he is at work, but still his anger was at the point where it surpassed that of Grimmjows…"I got your Strawberry right here bastard," picking up a thick beer mug but soon stopped by Szayel who ignored his audience pleas.

"Just pick anyone!"

"Pick me! I have $200 bucks right here!"

"How did you get your hair that color?"

"Really Ichigo, you need to control that," he spoke snatching the mug away, "You'll get us both fired,"

He sighed still exasperated by the man's joking tone about his name, "Whatever, I'll catch him when I'm off,"

"Just do it away from here,"

"I'm not the one you should be worried about fruit cup,"

"Now that's the Ichigo I know not the oh-my-goodness-my-heart-is-broken-into-a-dozen-pieces-and-it'll-never-be-the-same-again, man was that a drag!"

Ichigo came down from his rampage. Szayel words hit home. He hated that. He wished that he didn't go through what happened between them but he did. His insides still tangled together in a knot after the past weeks. If only Szayel knew how true that statement was, despite him snapping off at the tongue with his sharp wit and bashful retorts, he would not be as sure as to Ichigo completely healing and taking jokes as such.

The audience died down once they seen that Szayel was not making any effort to tell them what they desired. The man that seated by his lonesome took a quick glance at him. The business man soon turned his gaze once Szayel looked up to catch him staring at him, "Sorry love but you're not really my type," murmuring to himself more than speaking out loud.

"What was that?" Ichigo spoke, daydreaming himself while still cleaning the mugs.

He looked towards Ichigo, then shook his head, "…Talking to myself,"

Yeah that's what I been doing a lot…

Soon as he went back to finishing his duties, the door of the bar swung open and a loud whistle in front of him. Ichigo looked to the entrance to see his woman dressed in a white innocent summer dress that flowed with every move she made. This place was not fit for her, especially the color she wore.

Only a handful of woman was in here and that was because they were with the gang or just desperate enough for a quick bang.

"Kurosaki-kun!" she spoke leaning over the bar for a kiss.

He smiled still cleaning the mug as he leant forward also, tasting the cookie dough ice cream off her lips, "What are you doing here?"

"Well me and Tatsuki were in the neighborhood and I decided to stop by and see you while she went to the sports store…is it bad that I came here?"

"Not at all…just…" he nodded his head to the crowd behind her. Ogling eyes and salivating mouths opened wide at her presence, "I don't want to have to get fired for someone talking to you,"

She turned back to him a light blush lined across her nose. Every day he found something new that he looked forward to seeing. And it was that blush. She was innocent regardless of her well-developed figure. Ichigo wanted more than to protect that by any means.

"What time are you off," leaning on her elbows to stare at him, as he mimicked her move.

"In another hour," Szayel interrupted.

"Oh hey Sza!" he curtsied in returned, "Sorry I didn't notice you there,"

"I'm offended! How can you not see all of this," modeling himself in a full 180.

"Anyway!" Ichigo budded in, "I'm off in another hour, are you still free for tonight,"

"Of course…are you going to tell me where we're going,"

"You'll see when we get there,"

She pouted, another look he found himself needing, "Okay," she sighed. Leaning forward placing another kiss on his lips, "see you tonight,"

"See ya,"

His smile stayed on his face when the door closed behind her, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. When he was alone all he thought about was Le. But when Orihime was around that all changed. He shook his head still smiling until he turned to look a Szayel biting the inside of his cheek shaking his head, "What now?"

"You make my stomach hurt,"

XOXOXOXOXOXO

Aggravating.

This whole damn day is aggravating. Walking around the grocery store with someone who can talk up a heap of words a mile a second is aggravating.

It has been a few weeks since first meeting her. She started to become more memorable and her habits were common. Her face was becoming familiar, the freckles, her hair, the pouting face she always made whenever she could not have her way, all to recognizable for his own good.

Almost getting used to seeing and having around now that Le only stops and go as she pleases. Grimmjow had no idea as to why Nel was coming around more frequently, but she was great in bed…that was all, no complaints. She even shows up unannounced and one time almost caught another one of his flings leaving. However, looking for love in his age was something he could not do and she knew that, which is why she stayed in her place. Love was just his imagination nothing more. After all, she is not looking for love herself, more of a good time to satisfy her needs. So why should he set himself up for failure?

"Emergency in Aisle 5, Emergency in Aisle 5"

The speaker com raved on about an emergency but Grimmjow was too stuck in his thoughts to react on such a measly problem since he was most curious.

He knew it was not as if she had no clue that she was the only one he would bring around, she knew this game to well for that. Moreover, to have someone for appeases, she had one man on the sidelines for her liking too, or whenever she wanted a break from Grimmjow…he knew of that also.

But He wasn't Ichigo, and it didn't bother him. Speaking of, at times he found Ichigo to be pathetic. Putting on an act to make Le jealous set it off for him. He thought Ichigo was winning until Le found some new person to call her boy toy then went 'missing' for a couple of days on purpose. In addition, Grimmjow enjoyed drama when he was not a part of it.

Again, seeing the movie around him led him to believe that to begin his quest for love now, was out of the question. Nonetheless, Nel has a good head on her shoulder despite her 'dumb-dumb' moments. When he was ready, which was no time soon, he would look into that sort of thing with her. But for now…Naaaaah!

A high-pitched voice broke his thoughts when she shrieked, "Hello! Earth to Grimmjoooow!"

It took a moment not to snap at her with a venomous 'What!' but instead calmed his inner eruption and spoke in an oddly calm voice, "What woman?"

"What else is on the list Aleya texted you?"

It was unusual to hear a sweet melody talk to him instead of a feminine raspy voice screaming at him from the top of her lungs out of what used to be a velvet voice. This does not feel right. He thought, then spoke, "I don't know,"

She bumped him with the cart, "You're not taking this seriously," folding her arms across the black buttoned down shirt that seemed very tight on her bust only.

"What is there to take seriously? It's just shopping for food!"

"That's your problem…you need to be more responsible. I bet you didn't even check…"

Once again, he held back the urge to spit out words of anger. For all she knows he is being responsible: responsible enough to hold back the urge of slapping some duct tape on her running trap. He tuned her voice out and instead thought about what was going on with him.

Usually he would not get caught dead grocery shopping. People can look at him and tell this was not his scene. He is the type to have a secretary or assistant do this for him. Sadly and unfortunately, he was not that famous and his full time job was not paying him much to pay someone else. It still did not mean that this shit was fun and worth his time, "Shut up," he spoke calmly while Nel was still on bombast. Ranting on how he was lucky to have met her or the household would be doomed of Type One Diabetes since there were only sweets stacked in the cart.

He eyed the fruit juices on the shelves and tossed a couple of bottles in the cart without looking behind him then preceded forth while Nel still spoke, unaware of the fact that Grimmjow wasn't in her sight.

She eventually caught on when she heard a woman's voice admiring her mate. She quickly ended her dramatic speech then gathered her composure and made way towards the section. She turned the corner almost running over an elderly woman then down the aisle to her destination.

There stood Grimmjow, looking at the expiration date on a pack of tangy Twizzlers, who paid no attention to the idiosyncrasy of the peripheral infuriation talking about his vibrant hair and gorgeous frame to what looked to be her little brother. She looked incredibly young, and if Nel were not with him, of course he would have tried to entrap her in his charming spell. However, the woman seemed too mature to fall for such antics and he was not chancing it even if he has most likely drawn to any challenge possible.

After murmuring about him to her younger sibling and making flirtatious noises she finally had the courage to speak up in spite of his menacing glare that deepened each moment, "Excuse me sir," she spoke. A voice that told him she was much older than what she appeared to be.

Grimmjow eyes looked to the side of him, staring at the tanned woman with an annoyed expression.

"I just have to ask…but…but" at that exact moment, the woman was too giddy to finish what she was saying. The young boy who stood next to her seemed to become displeased also while he rolled his eyes, shifting his weight and crossing his arms.

"Oi spit it out already!"

The woman squealed bringing her fists to her face when his raspy voice slightly rose in volume, shaking her head causing her platinum hair, vivacious silver that shined with a tint of blue when light touched her strands, to swing wildly and landed back in place.

He stared at her a second more before turning away from her, "You're pissing me off…beat it!"

Her eyes still closed as she smiled, "Ohhh and your attitude! Didn't your mama ever teach you to have any manners?"

Snapping back, "I never knew the bitch!"

By now, the young boy backed away. Making Grimmjow raise an eyebrow out of suspicion. Before he could fix his eyes back on the rare woman, she was standing before him on the tips of her toes.

Her eyes grew a vast amount to study his face, "Oh my…your eyes are even prettier,"

He remembered those eyes as well because they were tricky. A distinctive hunter green that can pass for a smokey topaz if one took a quick glance, a very peculiar yet weird feature. His scowl worsened when he finished his scrutiny, brushing off the acquainted feeling, "Listen lady, I'm having a rough day,"

"You're too young to even know about a rough day," reclining back to standing flat on her feet.

He bellowed, "You don't know me from a can of pai-"

He felt a bump of the cart again, giving him a surge of fury to toss her and the cart in the air, "Stop being so rude!" Her voice was a serious tone, he slowly looked behind him to see Nel's hazel eyes glaring acid at him.

The other woman was silent for a split trice. Taking in Nel's appearance then turned back to the man before her, "Oh hoho, I know your name is Grimmjow!"

He turned back to the woman in front of him clenching a rattling fist, "You know what the hell I meant!"

The woman smiled a cheesy grin that also looked too familiar but he could not grasp from where. As he started to ease and consider her looks: picturing her taller and a little slim in the waist with jet-black shoulder length layered hair, he was in shock.

She saw his eyes widen in surprise. Making her smile fade away to a more quizzical expression, "What's wrong with you son? Looks like you've seen a ghost."

He was seeing a ghost. The last time he seen the woman was a year ago, "Y-you!"

The woman concerned look turned to a wide grin as he remembered, "Yes me!"

What Grimmjow thought was going to be a warm hug turned out to be a ruthless, brutal, and cruel familiar bear hug that he started to run away from but was too late. Her arms clasped tightly over his mid body almost lifting his substantial figure off the floor when she squeezed him.

Nel looked from the woman back to a suffocating Grimmjow, amazed at how a woman so short can lift someone that was more lofty and heavy weighted than her, "Kitten you know this woman?"

"Of course he knows me sweet cheeks!" the mysterious woman nuzzled her face into his back as he tried to pry her arms open like a desperate cat afraid of a cuddle, "just call me Solaine!" she paused, "well call me So-so,"

The teal haired woman was still confused.

"Ca-ca-can't…b-br-breath," Grimmjow gasped one last word before he collapsed.

"My son-in-law! I missed you! I just can't let you go!" her hold barely suppressed when she swung his limp figure side to side, squealing out her joy, "now where is my gorgeous child, she has to be here somewhere," still nuzzling her face in his back.

"Excuse me!" Nel frantically waved her hands in hysterics running in a circle around the two, "I think you killed him! Please stop! He's not breathing! Oh no!"

"Naaah! He can take this right Jow?"

There was an eerily silence except that a woman on the speaker com announcing that there was a possible emergency in aisle twelve in the background broke that ghastly moment.

"…Grimm?" Solaine spoke again before releasing her clasp.

He stood momentarily before falling into the tiredly design tile floor, "Oh," staring at Grimmjows blue to almost pale face, "…perhaps I did overdue it a bit,"

"You think?" the white haired boy spoke still leaning against the shelves, "it's best that we leave him there and carry on our business in this wretched place,"

Nel stopped the young boy from leaving, "No! You cannot leave him here. You did this to him so you fix it!"

"Actually it was that wo-"

"Ah Tōshirō look at the time…" grabbing him by the collar and waving past Nel, "…Didn't you say you have a doctor's appointment? Yeah I can't quiet remember neither but let's have a look at the calendar at home…on the fridge…where the doctors note is at,"

"We just got back in tow-"

Nel stood there dumbfounded as the two turned the corner of the aisle making their way to the store exit. When she looked down to the unconscious Grimmjow she instantly remembered the reason why she stopped their movement before, "HEY GET BACK HERE!" running after them.

"Everyone for themselves," Solaine yelled.

"You're not leaving me!" Tōshirō yelled right after as Nel was hot on their trail.

Five long minutes later of no help or any assistance what so ever, a gentle hand shook Grimmjow out of his coma. He twitched awake then looked up almost scared to see Rukia laughing.

"I see she got you too huh?"

"Tch," his face grimaced to the shooting pain from his stomach all throughout his chest and side, "I'll murder that cursed woman!" sitting up massaging his aching mid-body and Rukia helping him lean against the shelf.

"Heh," He heard and timely limping coming from around the corner, "You're not the only one," Renji spoke holding his sore abdomen, "I wonder if Le knows that she's back in town,"

There was a long silence before the three of them spoke.

"…Doubt it,"

XOXOXOXOXO

Honesty, sincerity, truthfulness, integrity, authenticity, moral uprightness, the quality condition or characteristic of being fair…a bunch of bullshit!

It all sounds nice especially when she is giving it, but receiving it proved harder to bear. For right now, honesty was something Le could do without. She looked to the ceiling of the well-known room, dressed in the violet sexed crease sheets drenched in sweat, "They look so weird together…like he's more of a tough guy than someone who deals with the goody-goody crap…but…I don't know," she shifted herself in the bed.

A deep voice responded, "Honestly…"

She winced. There's that word again.

"…don't you ever think that he actually moved on?" her man for tonight turned his head to look at the side of her face, eyes fully focused on the ceiling, "besides dummy, you're the one that broke it off with him anyway…you should be happy for him by now,"

"I am…it just bothers me to…you know…" she turned her head looking to him.

If he could shake his head in disappointment then he would but for right now he laughed in her face, "No I don't and to be frank tell it to some who gives a damn,"

He didn't say the word Honesty but 'Frank' might as well take its place, "C'mon Kensei, you know I always come to you for advice,"

"Heh, you fuck my brains out then ask me for advice to help you with your men issues…that's a pretty misconstrued concept if you ask me,"

"Good thing no one asked you about it," she smirked, straddling his waist to getting off his California king bed. Loving the skin she is in is an irrefutably understatement. A nudist best describe her since his loft was the only place she could walk around in freedom, or naked. That was until he had friends over and Shinji caught her off guard that one time he slept over.

"Another thing…" prompting himself up with his elbows, "before you started ranting about Ichigo and his new love interest…you said your friend kissed you to piss your ex off?"

"Yup, he sure did!" she yelled from the master bathroom, "I thought you didn't care about that neither so why ask?"

"Because I wanted too!"

"Whatever," she murmured, cupping her hands under the expensive modern sink that displayed a miniature waterfall. She splashed her face and yes refreshing it was…nonetheless she wished it to wipe away all her concerns for Ichigo. To be more accurate, it was the constant thoughts of him and Orihime actually being together that she wanted to wash away.

A lot has happened over the past month. It would have gone down to be so little time if she did not care for his actions, but she did. It felt like a decade ran past her during those four weeks of hell. She is human after all despite being the cold-hearted beast she portrayed herself to be. Under the tough shell of hers was the most vulnerable part, a part of her that was as soft as a marshmallow when cracked open.

Her thoughts of Ichigo soon cleared out when a hand smack her bare ass, then a head full of grey hair in the crook of her neck when she looked in the massive mirror. His lips turned to teeth when he softly bit her. She smiled as the sensation was teasing her nerves, causing her to flinch every time and chuckle along his grasp.

Dim lights, jazz playing in the background and nothing but sex on their menus for tonight would get her mind off Ichigo…temporarily. She knows whenever she go back home he will trouble her, "What are you doing?" she cooingly spoke, laughing now that the prickling feeling was more intense.

His arms wrapped around her waist when he stepped closer to her. She felt his abs on her back, his chest on her shoulder blades, and a part of him that was fully alive on her derrière, "Getting you ready for another round,"

She quickly turned to look at him, "But we just got done,"

"And?" he kissed her neck, "that Ichigo had you all to himself, heh, we got all night of making up to do," kissing her shoulder, "you don't work or go to class tomorrow and I don't have to go to work either,"

She chuckled, circling her finger on the back of his hand, "Can we at least eat?"

"I already had my dinner," moving his hand to her inner thigh.

"Well can I have something to eat then?"

She felt his smirk along her skin, "I can fill you up,"

"Kensei!"

He grunted in her ear, "Whatever you say your highness," unwrapping his arms to grabbing the edge of the platform sink, slightly leaning both of them above it, "only on one condition,"

Rolling her eyes before staring at him in the mirror, "What?"

"We eat by my rules,"

"Sure…" she lazily turned around to face him. She already had her workout for tonight and she needed food of some sort when going another round with him. She was desperate enough to actually follow something for once out of her 22 years, "…they are?"

He unclenched his fist, letting a black silk fabric fall. The loose ends gliding across the onyx flooring, while the other still tightly wrapped in his hand. He straightened it out then brought it to cover her eyes. She smiled when she felt his lips brush hers as he softly tied the fabric behind her head then trailed her shoulders with each of his fingers all the way down to grab her hands.

He led her through the spacious romantically dimmed bedroom with a phenomenal view of downtown, through his office, and down the staircase to the second floor of his luxurious home.

"What are you doing?" she smiled stumbling on her dress then stiletto once she reached the bottom step. His hands were reliable on that account.

She then felt his tugging come to a halt and instead of pulling up a chair to the island, he motioned for her to sit on the floor. She followed his demand, walking on a smooth fabric that was his shirt and feeling another fabric underneath them when she sat. Feeling that he placed her between his legs, she moved closer to him spreading her legs on both sides of him as well, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Without further talking, he reached behind him opening the fridge and grabbed the first berry he saw. He grabbed the red freshly washed fruit, bringing it slowly to her mouth, to trail the lining or her naturally gleamed edges. She followed the movement slowly until he placed it directly on her anticipating lips. She slowly bit it savoring the cool juice the splashed around her hot mouth when she chewed it.

She licked her lips when she was done, "Mmm strawberry," Hunger was long gone once she caught on to what he was doing.

"That wasn't purposely,"

She laughed, "I wasn't thinking of him until you said that,"

He looked at the black fabric covering her eyes. Before he fixed his mouth to apologize, he thought about it. To hell with it! It was not his fault that she kept thinking about him, he could care less about it. She reached with both of her hands to untie the soft material until he stopped her, "Leave it on," brushing her lips with his again.

He saw the uncertainty in her facade while she spoke, "Huh?"

"You'll break a rule if you do that,"

"I don't follow my own rules. What makes you think I'll follow yours?"

"You have a point," he laughed.

He shifted himself to grab the bottle of whip cream on the bottom shelf of the stainless steel fridge. Shaking the half-empty can then spraying a small amount on her collar bone to her sternum. Instantly he cleaned her skin of the sweetness in one lick, making her moan. She threw her head back slightly since her hands were still held by his.

"Stay still…" he spoke after she recovered from carnal bliss.

Doing as told now that she was riled up, she was anxious. Eagerly waiting for what else was to come.

He grabbed a dripping, cool slice of peach trailing it over her mouth once again. Its sweet sap ran down her bottom lip to her chin falling between her breasts, then down the side of her neck. She took the whole slice in her mouth, sucking on his finger in the process, "Delicious," she spoke after swallowing the sliced drupe.

He smirked now that his manhood twitched to her gesture. His tongue trailed the fruity juices of the peach from in between her breast back up to her neck, to her chin then sucked on her bottom lip. After finishing his caress, he spoke into her lips, "I'll have to agree with you right there. It is delicious,"

She felt his face close to hers due to the cream stagnant on his breathe. She moved towards the sweet smell only to reach air, "Are you going to let me go?"

"No, you'll just take it off,"

"I swear I won't,"

"How can I be so sure," brushing her lips and she followed his movement.

She smiled, "Collateral,"

"Like?"

"My virginity…"

He cruelly spoke in a cutting tone, "Funny," he still released her hands and quick to break her promise she untied it.

"I'm hungry and you're playing games with me…" now, she shielded his eyes from any vision, sweeping his lips in the act. As if he was mimicking her movement, he followed also. She reached behind him grabbing the chocolate syrup specifically brought for this moment.

She poured a tear on her index, drawing a line in between his chest to his naval. She pushed him to lie down, and without a fight, he did so. Already straddling him, she leant forward sucking from the top of his chiseled chest to the deeply cut part of his stomach abs. She traced the path back to where she originally started with her tongue in case she missed a drop.

She placed a small drop on his smirking lips, sucking on his bottom then his top to licking underneath his top lip as well as his bottom. She did not notice his hands moving to her waist.

He immediately traded positions with her when his arm wrapped securely around her waist. He slid the blindfold upwards to get a clear look at her lying underneath him. Their bodies were sticking together from the residue of the sweet condiments. Smelling like an Ice cream mixed with his affluent splash and her posh oil.

She smiled lifting the other side of his blindfold, "We smell too sweet,"

"Doesn't bother me," grabbing the chocolate syrup once again. He moved down her physique leaving a trail of cold kisses against her flesh. He lifted her left leg when he reached his destination. His mouth watered when he watched the chocolate spill out the bottle to her smooth skin that contrasted against substance. A trail drew down the back of her leg to her cheek. In a gradual action, he bit her soft end resulting in her flinching. He soon licked the stream of the syrup to the back of her knee slow and steady.

She growled and bit her lip when he was done. He then moved back to her face. Holding her tongue out for him to take into his mouth, he smirked and did so. She tasted the chocolate left on his tongue then she felt something slick against her. Before she could tell what it was, he almost penetrated her walls once again.

That was until…

"YOOOOO MUGURUMA!" the door opened then slammed closed.

Before Le and Kensei had time to register who it was that were disturbing their time, swift footsteps started to climb the flight of stairs, "Get dressed we're goin' ou-"

Instead of gathering, Kensei remained where he was, still holding her leg up and in between her thighs, "STAY RIGHT THERE! DO NOT COME ANY FURTHER!"

Le chuckled harder from trying to suppress her laughter than Shinji almost walking in on them…once again.

"Oh?" His footsteps came to a still point on the stairs, "Maybe ya should answer ya cell next time eh?"

"It was off for a reason," Kensei retorted.

"Hi Shinji," Le spoke innocently.

"Well hello there Aleya-san. My apologies ta have ta met ya again unda these circumstances,"

She laughed, about to say something else until Kensei shouted, "Try getting the fucking hint then…phone off means I'm busy! How difficult is that?"

"Ah calm ya'self and get ya quicky in. We'll be at ta bar waitin',"

Wait…We? "Out of all the countless nights I was free, you guys picked tonight to visit?"

Shinji didn't answer him back, but the snickering justified his answer. The two heard him clearly especially now that Kensei turned back to stare at her. He raised himself then held a hand out to help her up. She refused his help but he did not give up that easy. After all, he was still in the mood.

Grabbing her waist, he lifted her off the floor walking her to the shower bridal style. Accepting her failure, she started kissing from his lips to his neck.

It was not long after they pleased each other in different ways in the shower due to a time limit, giving each other all they had. And it wasn't long till they both were fully clothed speaking their goodbyes even if he wouldn't let go. Even going as far as to giving her the keys to his place so when he got home she'll be ready for him.

But she hasn't seen home in almost two weeks, and it was time to go see how everyone was holding up. She missed her bed, and she missed Renji's cooking even if still till the day he could not figure out who it was that kept leaving him with small portions of food whenever he made breakfast for himself.

Waking up to a hot guy like Kensei with breakfast in bed was good and all, but she was homesick and wanted to scream at Grimmjow for the hell of it all the while facing off Renji in video games…sometime winning sometimes losing.

Yeah…it was time to go back, even if that meant seeing Orihime with Ichigo all over again.

She sighed, blowing a kiss goodbye to Kensei before driving off, "I'm ready for it," turning the volume of her system player to the maximum.

Irah's Rant: welcome to the finish line! I really do hope you enjoyed it. It's starting to become fun to write each day I write ideas for this fic. Once again thank you for taking your time out to read it and aside from that tell me what you like/dislike/loved/hated/go on a rampage! lol Also, if you have any pointers or anything of that sort I'll be more than happy to hear you out! (I believe I wrote that all the way up there...but who cares!) :D

ciao...

~Iroaaar