I DON'T OWN BLEACH

Grimmjow/FemIchi for Midnight Tune's b-day^^ YAY! Happy Birthday my friend =) HUGS YOU SO MUCH!

A Single Digit

Apparently we love our own cell phones but we hate everyone else's. ~ Joe Bog Briggs

For just one second she is fine, enjoying the heat of the sun on her skin and the sand sliding through her toes. Then her eyes dart toward the pale blue hair and the boisterous voice. There he is turning around with a girl on each arm and a smug smile on his face.

The temptation to turn and run blows through her as her breath thins in her chest. "You look even better this year. Why can't you turn ugly, Grimmjow?" Ichigo ponders shifting her weight to her right foot and looking away from his muscular shape. "Bastard."

Settling into a white lounge chair next to her double's partner, her leg drops over her knee, her foot already bouncing in frustration. "Asshole, lying... prick!" A hand on her knee distracts her from cursing him with various STD's. "Tatsuki?"

"You slept with him and he didn't call you. And now after a whole your later year you are still mad?" she says slipping the red straw back in her mouth to suck on her drink. "Acceptance is one of the stages of death."

"That's grief! Besides, I know what I did." Ichigo curls her fingers around her legs tucking them close to her body. "It was my choice."

"Good girl!" Tatsuki drops a floppy white hat over her best friends head. "I order you to consider him dead and move on." Lifting an arm up she waves it in front of her and the volleyball net set up a few yards away. "Pick one and date." Tatsuki returns to drinking her water occasionally tilting her eyes over to Ichigo's scowling expression. "Oh, come on! How hard is it to pick one and go out?"

"I'm picky damn it!" she snaps back turning the floppy hat on her head to get a clearer look at the men playing volleyball. It's true the men jumping up to hit the round ball and send it whooshing over to the opposite side of the next are all very attractive. There is Renji with his black tattoo's stretching down to his waistline just begging you to stop and stare... and wonder if they continue beyond his bellybutton. But Renji changes women like condoms, only one per use.

Shaking her head her eyes move to Hisagi as he lunges toward the sand to strike the ball. His body is near perfection, lean with tight muscles and a very nice ass... but he is bi-sexual and Ichigo isn't confident enough in herself to keep a guy like that. "I would be insecure and then we would break up. Ugh, that isn't good."

Hearing Grimmjow's loud voice followed by a peel of female laughter she exhales sharply poking out her lower lip. "How long until our set?"

"About thirty minutes, why?" Tatsuki gives Ichigo a supecious glance when the orange-haired girl darts toward the water. "D-Don't you dare swim off your fighting spirit!" she yells after Ichigo but it's too late the hat falls near her feet. Bending down to pick up the hat a large hand picks it up. "Thanks."

"Ichigo, still runs off when you least expect it?"

Tatsuki glances up to find Grimmjow holding the hat between his fingers with a wide smile. "Oh it's you." she says snatching the hat away. "I'm surprised you can speak at all with that cloud of hairspray following you around everywhere you go."

"Tch, like those girls matter." Plopping down in Ichigo's chair he looks around to find a small bag with a tiny blue stuffed cat hanging from a string tied on the zipper.

"What's this? A blue cat?"

"Yeah... it's my team mascot, The Panthers. Just take it!"

"Well it's kinda cute..."

For someone who hates him so thoroughly why would Ichigo keep this? "Hey Tatsuki. Why does Ichi hate me so much?"

Tatsuki almost spits out her water. "Are you stupid? You are lucky she didn't rip off your face."

"Why? What did I do to her?"

"You're a moron." Shrugging her shoulders she looks away from Grimmjow to stare at Renji's tattoo's. "Renji likes her, just so you know."

"Is that right?" Grimmjow growls under his breath. "He told me he liked Tatsuki. Lying asshole is trying to steal my girl." Kicking his feet through the sand he feels a small stone under the surface and picks it up. "Heh... lying to me isn't a good idea." Lifting a leg from the ground he chucks the rock toward Abarai.

Renji Abarai is about to serve the ball, he is feeling pretty good about himself. Tatsuki is over there looking at him. Getting these tattoos was the best idea EVER. Hell yeah! Tossing the ball up in the air he suddenly struck in the head with something, his arm finds nothing but wind as he tilts to the ground. "Did I get hit by bird shit? Really hard bird shit?"

"Grimmjow what the hell?" Tatsuki starts to get up when he steps in front of her. "Just because you don't have her you wanna make sure no one else does? That makes you a dick!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Pulling out his phone, he pulls up all his sent calls and messages to Ichigo in the last year. "She never answered or responded to a single message!"

"Let me see that." Tatsuki grabs the phone jabbing her finger on the scroll button when she spots the problem. "Oi... dick for brains. This number is off by a digit. It should be 89 not 88."

"Gimmie it." Snatching back the phone he dials the number ending in 89 and they both turns their heads as the small bag next to Ichigo's chair rings. "Well fuck, I have been dialing the wrong number for year."

"Moron... put the numbers in more careful next time!"

"She put the numbers in not me!" he growls back leaning over Tatsuki with his hands on his sides. "Blame Ichigo!"

"Well, what were you doing when she was giving you her number?"

"Ummm." His eyes tilt to the sky, then he snorts. "Well-"

"Doo you weally habe teh go?"

"G-Grimmjow don't talk with my breast in your-"

"Come on! I'm good fer another-"

"AH! HA-HA! STOP IT! I'M TRYING TO PUT MY PHONE NUMBER- HAHA! QUIT THAT!"

"Sorry I asked!" Tatsuki holds up an hand to stop him from going into any details. "I'm gonna go check on Renji. You!" She points at him with a serious frown. "Grovel, beg and kiss her ass! God knows she deserves it for putting up with you."

"I know how to make Ichigo happy." he mutters under his breath as she walks away. Flipping open his phone he starts to send a message to Ichigo's phone when a sudden commotion coming from the water draws his attention. Her bold orange hair is vanishing under a tall wave, and Grimmjow instantly reacts, "Ichigo!" he yells out dropping his phone and darting towards the water.

His hands cut into the water, he dives into the rough sea waves to reach her. Swimming as fast as possible the waves push at him, but he is strong. Reaching the place her saw her last he dives under the water his only thought to find Ichigo. Near the ocean floor he sees her floating lifelessly. Panicking his arms reach down wrapping around her shoulders. Tugging her toward the surface her limp body makes him nervous. "Be alright... and yell at me some more."

Up through the water Grimmjow moves quickly with her body next to his. Swimming to the shore soon as his feet can touch the sandy bottom he lifts her in his arms and runs up the shore past the crowd and to the nurse's station.

Ichigo gags roughly coughing up water slowly realizing she is in someone arms she opens her arms to see Grimmjow's terrified expression. "You?"

"Oh my god. Are you ok?" he asks setting her down on a bed. "What happened? You swim better than I do." Cupping her face in his palms he looks her over for cuts and bruises. "Anything broken?"

"No... I had a leg cramp." she mutters her teeth chattering not from cold but pure nerves and adrenaline. "Then a wave came through and pulled me under." Blinking in shock she can't believe Grimmjow is in front of her with a worried expression on his face. "Um, thank you."

Her cheeks slip out of his grasp and he feels a twinge of regret at the loss of her skin on his. Apologetic words pass through his mind but no matter what he keeps feeling like an asshole. So he takes a step back and waits for the nurse to look her over.

Ichigo's friends show up and he he keeps his distance with his arms folded in front of his bare chest as Tatsuki and Orihime fuss over her.

Slipping his eyes shut he ponders leaving, but he really does want her back in his life. "What the hell do I say to her? She hates me." However she is just a step away from Grimmjow and that is closer than he has been in the past year. "E-Everybody get out!" he says a little too sharply drawing an angry glare from Ichigo, but to his surprise Tatsuki nods pulling the rest of the crowd out of the door including the shocked nurse.

"I-I should really monitor her longer..."

"She's fine." Tatsuki says yanking Orihime out and shutting the door with a smile. "Grovelling is good for a man."

Back inside the room, Ichigo scowls at the the blue-haired annoyance. "Well you certainly know how to clear a room."

"Well, I wanted to set things straight between-" Ichigo's cell phone rings making his right eye twitch. "I'm talking to you..."

"It's just a message. Give me a second. Oh it's a forward form Tatsuki?" Pushing the download button, Ichigo watches the list of calls and emails from Grimmjow stunned into silence. "It's a huge file..."

"Shit! Gimmie your phone." he lunges for the phone only for Ichigo to slide through his grip.

"Did you really wait at Hachi every Friday for a year?"

"D-Don't read that!" Flustered, Grimmjow pins her arms to the bed and frowns with a blush across his cheeks. "I might have..." he says tilting his eyes to the right. "It don't matter now anyways."

"You're blushing?" Ichigo says pointing at his face her lips arching into a wide smile. "I didn't know you could blush! I gotta read all of these!"

"No!" he grabs the phone fighting with her over it until his face comes close to hers.

"I really want to read them." Ichigo whispers looking up at him, her own cheeks turning pink.

"Read em later." he replies gently brushing his lips over hers. The split second of passion is all they needed to revisit the deep passion they once shared.

"Grim-"

Suddenly he wraps his palms around her cheeks and really kisses her, his lips moving on Ichigo's with lust.

The pressure on her lips grow, Ichigo's hands lift on their own will, pulling Grimmjow down for more. With a deeply satisfied grunt he settles his hard body on top of hers, those narrow toned thighs of hers spreading to cradle his hips. Ohhh... how he missed them curling around him.

Her skin burns and her amber eyes glaze with hunger as Grimmjow grows more demanding, his lips imprisoning hers with wide harsh kisses. Torturous and demanding his mouth moves urging Ichigo's lip to open. Lips sliding, teeth nibbling, tongue's caressing the heat between them rises to boil.

Grimmjow feels desire crawling through his limbs and pool in his groin. Lowering his mouth to Ichigo's jaw, he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, burying his face in her throat. So much skin to taste, he missed this for the past year. Closing lips firmly around a small patch of skin above her pulse, he sucks feverishly, enjoying her quiet suppressed moans as an incredible sensation spreads through him. "I love touching you." His hands slide under her back, grabbing the clasp to her bikini top pulling it open.

Ichigo's back arches to help him slide the wet garment off, unconsciously baring her throat more to his advances. The moment her round, tan breasts brush against his chest, his teeth clamp on a tender spot, illiciting a small keen from her wet, swollen lips. She gasps at the friction on her hardening nipples, moving her long arms over the broad expanse of Grimmjow's back to pull on the waistband of his swim-trunks. Warmth pools in her belly, she is aware of his eyes hungry, burning into her skin. Without a word, she boldly hooks one finger at the waistband of his white trunks impatiently yanking them down.

Grimmjow's eyes glow as he slides the garment down. With a sigh the comforting cool air rushes in over his sultry cock. Planting both arms at the sides of Ichigo's head, his fingers tangle into the wet, orange silk curling around her shoulders and his legs straddling her thighs. Continuing exactly where he stopped, he closes his lips around the other light pink nipple, growing more and more pleased with it's hardening from his licks.

One large hand smooths down her heaving stomach. Grimmjow's nimble fingers untie the thin laces of her bikini panties discarding them on the floor.

It's getting harder for her to be still. Her heart beats in her ears, loud and needy staccato as those same fingers dance across her hip and the small patch of orange curls to caress her pussy.

Grimmjow's face buries between her ample breasts. Breathing in the salty ocean with her flowery scent his tongue lavishes across her right breast to wrap around a hardening nipple. Ichigo's breasts are the most incredible ones he has ever seen. Wrapping his lips around them is like tasting heaven.

Her mouth widens in a gasp from the gentle tugging of her nipples and the nudging of his cock on her stomach. "G-Grimmjow..."

"What?" He replies with his mouthful and his hands digging into her hips.

"We are in the nurse's station." she says in a rare moment of clarity.

"Ok..." he gets up and moves to the door." Pushing the button on the door he flips off the light switch and pads back over to the bed.

She looks at him rolling her eyes.

"What? I fixed the problem?" He says leaning back over her with a sly grin on his face. "Now where were we?"

Ichigo writhes in his strong arms with each new lick of his slightly coarse tongue lapping at her over her again and again. She opens her lips to gasp for air, lifting one thigh to rub teasingly over Grimmjow's hard cock. "You like that?" she whispers smiling from his breathy moaning response.

Grimmjow's mouth leaves her breasts. His moist lips sliding over her ribcage and down her tan stomach. Her breath hitches in expectation, becoming shallow pants as her nears her moist sex.

He takes a sharp breath, the need to slide his cock in Ichigo's snug entrance unbearably tests his patience. Planting tiny bites on the inner side of Ichigo's lovely thighs he teases her with his tongue.

Ichigo arches her back, nudging her hips toward him. Torturous fingers slide up and down her thighs forcing her body to eagerly anticipate that first touch of Grimmjow's tongue. "Oh God..." she gasps as the warm wet tongue sliding up her opening to her clit and back down. He works her moist pussy, long and slow, fast and gentle, but as he reaches her clit Ichigo's voice lifts with her hips. Grimmjow's mouth closes over the sensitive button lightly sucking and nudging her to come.

She rocks into the pleasure her eyes closing with the building climax. "Ah-ah!" He moves quicker letting his tongue flick, and flick, and flick more, the sounds of her enjoyment driving him forward. Panting for air she grinds against him, her need to come sending her into abandon. "Y-Yes!" she yells tossing her head back on the pillow finally coming.

"Come Ichi." His fingers slide up into her wet pussy to feel her inner walls contract. He strokes her his finger moving in aqnd out of her dripping entrance, and with his tongue on her clit.

Higher she climbs until the throbbing peaks so powerful that she rises from the bed. "S-Sex now!" Grabbing his shoulders she climbs on his lap lowering herself impatiently over his stiff cock.

Instantly, he wraps his arms around her clutching his her ass with his greedy fingers. Lifting her up from the bed he moans loudly as she bucks her body, pushing him so deep inside he feels the back of her striking his cock head. "Oh god, Ichi." The wet heat of her pussy locks around him so tight and smooth he ignores the bed instead taking her against the wall. His mouth finds her again, smothering against her swollen lips to jab his tongue past her trembling lips.

Ichigo arches her hips up and back down in long slow strokes taking him at her own pace, enjoying the small amount of control he gives her. Grimmjow's body weight holds her firmly to the wall, pinning her in his grasp just enough so she can ride him. Up and down she moves with her palms flat against the white daisy wallpaper behind her, her ample breasts lifting to the lazy rhythm of her bursting desire. "Ahhh! Ahhh!" Everything feeling so good she moans uncontrollably. "Y-Yessss."

Moving his hips faster he takes control lifting her right leg up higher than her left to bury himself a little deeper. Each time he bumps the back of her, Ichigo's body tightens like a vice. It's fast and hot, he can't help but fight against the tingle travel from his thighs to his cock. But it's pointless her pussy is milking him from his balls to his head.

She goes limp, her voice muttering to him in a low moan. "I love you."

"Oh I do too." The confession shivers up his back making his last shred of resistance snap. His final thrusts are hard, his hips working her pliant body to his will. Grimmjow's hips snap forward again shaking him to his core his orgasm spurting into her quaking body. "Hnnn!" he growls out a long climax dropping his head to her shoulder to rest. "I think-"

"Oi! Our game's up!" A loud bang on the door interrupts Grimmjow. "You coming, Ichigo?" Comes Tatsuki's voice from the other side of the door.

"Hehehe..."

Ichigo clamps her right hand over Grimmjow's mouth. "I-I'll be right there!"

"She's gonna be late... very late." He continues to chuckle giving Ichigo a wink.

"No I'm- Oh! " Ichigo moans feeling his cock growing hard again. "I'm going to be late..."

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