Hello again readers. Here is chapter 11, please review, I would like to know how you think I am doing, I love reviews, and while I like constructive criticism, please no flames.

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Chapter 11

Don't want to wait

Mirella

I needed today. I truly did. I gave the instructions to the arrancar of what I wanted done to my room, earning odd looks from the group. I knew that it would get done during dinner, the beasts worked with amazing speed. We made it in time for the meal thanks to Halibel's Indy 500 worthy driving, however it earned glares from Aizen all night. Especially when he learned that I had decided to park the giant vehicle outside my room. Well, there is no garage so I don't know what else he expected me to do. I'm sure his glower also had something to do with the fact that there was exactly $5.82 left on his card.

I would have normally felt bad about spending another person's money, but my elation at the amount and the fact that it was Aizen's had me not caring. It was such a nice change to get to be extravagant. After being on my own since I was 17, luxury wasn't something I was able enjoy often. I liked the new feeling of being spoiled.

The cap off to the day for me was Grimmjow's kiss. I had been so caught off guard that I hadn't been unable to respond immediately. He had been so gentle. I didn't know he could be that tender. Sure, he had always been gentle with me, but… it was just different. We headed to our room after the amazing dinner, enjoying a companionable silence while our food settled. I was pleased to see, as we approached, that the nearly everything that was standard to a guest room in Las Noches was piled outside my door. My Hummer was still parked where I had left it as well.

Grimmjow let me into my room and his face mirrored the same shock I felt. The arrancars had made my room up exactly as I wanted. The walls were burgundy, all except one, which was terra-cotta colored. My art supplies were arranged impeccably on the far wall around the easel I had purchased. The bedspread made of metallic silks in different shades of gold and orange adorned the bed. I had traded in Aizen's contemporary furniture with a beautiful queen sized canopy bed and antique wood and bamboo furniture. I was most happy with the cold marble floor being almost completely covered by antique Persian rugs. Even my bathroom was painted and stocked with soft towels. I had contemplated getting plants but realized they would probably not survive.

I was most happy when I saw the fat, black and white cow-spotted cat laying on the center of my bed, looking as if being brought here by a hollow and transplanted into a new environment had no effect on her. I squealed out loud and ran into my room, jumping on the bed, only to earn a rebuttal in the form of a disgruntled meow.

I laughed and picked up the huge cat, rubbing her belly until she purred. I looked around at my room, still not believing that it was so much like… heaven. I saw Grimmjow leaning against my door frame with his arms crossed across his chest, grinning at me.

"What? I'm happy!"

"I can tell," he said, his voice soft. "You are an amazing sight when you are happy. Do you know how beautiful you are?" He walked into the room, never taking his eyes off my face.

"I… um… no," I replied honestly. "I mean, I know I am good looking, maybe beautiful, but I am not in the running to be a supermodel or something."

"No, you are too perfect for that," he said, so softly I nearly missed it. He then threw me his lopsided grin, "Not to mention, you would never put up with wearing the clothes they put you in."

I threw one of my now numerous pillows at him. He caught it easily and I was rewarded with his laugh.

"What do you think?" I asked as I fanned my arms out to encompass my new surroundings.

"It suits you. I don't know about tht animal, though. Did it swallow a fuckin' bowling ball or something?"

I threw another pillow at him. He caught it again and brought the pillows to my bed. I waited until he got close to me and placed a hand gently on his arm. He gave me a questioning look. I moved closer to him, allowing a blush to crawl up my cheeks. His eyes followed my movements and I saw him swallow somewhat nervously. I reached behind my back grabbing a small pillow and whacked him over the head with it. I immediately rolled over backwards at his shocked expression and began laughing my ass off.

He watched me for a moment, not smiling. Not even moving.

"I'm sorry," I said between giggles. "I couldn't resist getting you while your guard was down!"

He hummed to himself in response. "Well, glad you had fun," he said drolly as he began heading toward the door between our room.

"Wait, spoil-sport, I have a question." He turned to look at me and waited silently for me to go on. "Will you begin working with me training tomorrow?"

"Of course. As you command so it shall be," he quoted, a faint smirk finally coming back to his face.

I stood up and walked toward him. "Interesting philosophy you have there. Anything I command you will do?" I queried coyly. "What if I were to ask you to… vacuum my rugs?"

He grimaced at me. "That is why we have arrancars to serve us."

I stepped closer to him. "Well, what if I were to ask you to let me paint a portrait of you?"

"I suppose that could be arranged, but sitting around for hours doesn't sound like my thing. Fighting is." He smiled down at me.

I took another step toward him. I could smell him again; his earthy scent was practically an aphrodisiac. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. "What if I were to ask for one more kiss?"

I watched his eyes darken a shade. He didn't bother to respond with words, he simply bent down and pressed his soft lips on mine. I couldn't help but raise my hands to his face (avoiding the remains of his mask), letting them wander to wrap around his neck and then weave my fingers through his hair. His strong arms wrapped around me. I could feel his fingers playing with the ties on the back of the mutilated t-shirt I had changed back into earlier.

Then I felt his tongue flick my lips, asking for an invitation. I gladly opened my mouth, allowing him to explore my mouth with his tongue. His taste was… indescribable. Spice, and warmth, but oh so sweet. God I want more of him.

I pressed my body closer to him, letting one of my hands untangle from his hair and move down to rest on his chest. I began to meet his tongue in my mouth, until we finally pulled apart, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, loosening his hold around my waist.

I curled my hand around the lapel of his jacket, wanting him to stay close. "Please don't be. Don't be sorry… "

He cupped my chin in his large hand. "Alright, I won't be. But I believe it is time I go to bed, don't you?"

I lowered my eyes and let my hands fall. "You're right," I said softly. I looked into his sapphire eyes, "Good night, Grimmjow."

I turned to my wardrobe, opening the drawers to find where my new pajamas had been put. I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. He bent his head toward mine and whispered in my ear, "It's not that I don't want you, I just don't want you to make a mistake."

I closed my eyes and leaned into him. "Thank you. I think you're right."

He gave me a light kiss on my cheek and headed back to his room, leaving the door ajar. I rummaged in my drawers until I found the nightshirt, changed and got in bed. I sighed contentedly at the familiar feeling of my cat curling up next to me. And drifted off to sleep, hoping my dream would be of Grimmjow.

Meanwhile…

Nnoitra

I watched from the shadows of Szayel's lab as he puttered around his tables, running from cabinet to cabinet. He was finishing up the day and I needed something. I saw him move the desired object to his desk and new the time was close.

When the door shut after he left I removed myself from my hiding place. I went over to the desk and picked up the folder. The folder about Her, the bitch who dared dishonor me. He was still working on a way to separate her from her alternate being. I looked through his notes, everything impeccably taken down in his scrawling writing.

Have found best way to approach is with absolutely no ill intentions.

Vitamins daily, she trusts my vitamins so then trusts me.

Believe that being is embedded in soul, would have to separate her as own entity, by way of spiritual block. Could be deadly.

My eyes lit up. I only needed Szayel to do a little more work and I would have my revenge. I didn't want her to die, at least not right away. Despite my hatred for the mad scientist, I couldn't help but admire his work ethic. The bitch would pay, it was only a matter of time…..

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Well, the good comes with the bad in this chapter I guess. Sorry the lemon didn't come, lol but I think it was a bit early. It'll ripen, I promise ^_^ I want to give special thanks to Delphine Pryde for the review and add, and to ImFreeFallin for the add and comments, it meant so much to me. Keep reading and review please, I'd love to hear from some more people and get some more loyal readers!

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