Chapter 3

*Warning: OOC(out of character)ness for Grimmjow OwO*

The time was nearly 12:53, and only a few souls in the house were resting. Nnoitra, Gin, and Rangiku were the few people sleeping inside the house after an amazing pool party. Though the party might have been fun, things were only going to get crazier.

"I'm sorry for what I did," came Grimmjow's small, sincere voice inside the pitch black room. He was truly sorry for acting against Steph's orders and being a peeping tom, but he just couldn't control himself. Steph simply buried her head farther into the pillow, taking in its masculine, minty scent. Then, he lightly chuckled, moving closer so that his breath was hot on her neck. "If you want, I'll let you see me naked," he whispered huskily, smirking as he leaned closer to her so that his chest was against her back.

"N-no thanks," she replied as her face grew bright red, her eyes widening. Grimmjow chuckled lightly, rubbing his nose against her cheek, soon replacing it with his own cheek. She continued to blush, feeling how cold his cheek was, sending shivers down her body.

"What? You never seen a man's-"

"Just! Don't even say it," she spoke angrily as her blush worsened. She was becoming quite irritated. When she felt Grimmjow's hand on her hip, traveling under her shirt, she quickly jumped up and pushed him away as she got off the bed. She stood up, folding her arms over her chest as she stood in the darkness. Suddenly, the room filled with light as Grimmjow opened the curtains, revealing the beautiful night sky outside his window. She gasped lightly, seeing his angry face. He was serious, and looked as if he wanted to hurt something. He turned to face Steph, his expression dark. He walked towards her quickly, grabbing her arms gently and looking down into her violet eyes. His frown turned into a smirk.

"God, I love you so much," he said before his lips planted firmly on hers. She was confused, her eyes widening. Their lips separated for a moment, long enough for him to speak. "Your attitude is strong; I like that," he spoke before he attacked her lips once more.

Steph slowly began to relax, her eyes fluttering closed as their mouths began to move together. With passion in his movements, Grimmjow flicked his tongue over her lips before he began to suck lightly on them, making them puffy and red. She moaned lightly, feeling him push her back as his mouth reattacked her lips.

"I'm soooooooo bored," Renji groaned, looking through the drawers in the spare room. Ulquiorra sighed deeply, sitting up from his slumber.

"It would be easier if you would just shut up and go to sleep," he replied, lying back down on his soft bed. As the mischievous redhead continued to rummage around, he found a box full of markers. A smirk crossed his lips as he pulled them out, opening the lid. He sniffed one, realizing it was brand new…and powerful. He turned to the pale Espada and held it out to him.

"Hey, Ulquiorra? Can you smell this for me and tell me what you think of it?" he asked, smiling innocently. Ulquiorra sighed deeply, snatching the marker away from the now smirking buffoon. He put it to his nose and sniffed, seeming to enjoy it. He sniffed again, taking a deeper whiff.

"Mm, it smells good," he said, continuing to sniff the marker. Renji smirked widely, knowing it would only be a matter of time…

A deep sigh escaped his lips. "Ichigo, why do you like Steph so much?" he asked, his hands behind his head as he relaxed casually on the floor, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes.

"Well, I grew up with her ever since she moved here. After we graduated, we still hung out. And…she's really pretty, smart, and very kind. She's a good person all around," he finished, turning on his side to look down at his hollow copy.

"I'd hate to break it to ya, but I think we're about to lose her," he replied, sighing deeply as he closed his eyes. Ichigo propped himself up on his elbow, looking at him with a worried face.

"What do you mean?" Ichigo asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Shiro looked up at him.

"She's in that room with Mr. Hotshot all alone. Hell, they might already be bumping the bed. She's 20 for Pete's sake, Ichigo," he sighed once more. Then his brain hatched an idea as a smirk crossed his lips, standing up as he crawled out of his sheets. "Come on," he said, getting up and walking towards the door. Ichigo followed, unsure of what was happening.

"Where are we going?" he asked, looking at his hollow form with curiousity.

"You'll see," Shiro smirked, opening the door to go outside.

"Toshiro…Toshiro…Toshirroooo," Shira continued to poke the white haired man's face with her finger, urging him to open his eyes. However, he wasn't going to open his eyes anytime soon. He groaned, still awake as she poked him again. When she did, he slapped her finger away with a small growl.

"What?" he asked, finally opening his eyes and looking at the girl in front of him. She was now smirking like a cat.

"Wanna hear a story about a girl and her dog?" Shira asked Toshiro, looking over to him. Toshiro sighed lightly.

"I suppose," he agreed. "I have nothing better to do," he added, leaning back and relaxing.

"Okay. Here it goes," she began. "There lived a young girl, about 20 years old, and she lived alone in a house outside of the town. The only other person she ever saw was her trusty, lovable dog. He was a little dog that always loved her. She loved it back; they shared a strong relationship. Every night when the girl went to sleep, her dog would lick her hand to tell her everything was okay before she went to sleep," she began the story. The entire time, Toshiro was imagining a girl similar to Shira, having a white dog that resembled him. He imagined himself licking her hand everynight, and a smile appeared on his face.

"One night, the dog licked her hand just like normal, and the girl fell asleep. She was awoken by the sound of her dog whimpering. Figuring her companion was cold, she stuck her hand out and let her dog lick her hand. When it did, she went back to sleep. However, her dog began to whimper again, so she did the same thing and stuck her and out and let her dog lick it. She fell asleep, soon being woke up from the whimpering of the dog. This time, she stuck her hand out and waited. The dog licked it once. She kept her hand out, receiving another lick from the dog. When she put her hand back, there was no more whimpering from the dog.

"When she woke up the next morning, she stuck her hand out, but the dog didn't lick it. So she got out of bed thinking the dog had already woken up and was in the kitchen. So, she went into the kitchen, hearing a faint dripping sound. Drip…drip…drip…" Shira continued after pausing. Toshiro could feel something bad about to happen in the story.

"She looked around and thought it was her faucet. Turns out her faucet was leaking, so she turned the nozzle and stopped the water. However, she could still hear dripping. Drip…drip…drip. She thought it was coming from her bathroom, so she walked into her bathroom, seeing her faucet was not leaking but there was still dripping, only it now it was louder. So, she pulled back the curtains to find her dog, hanging by the light of its tail to the shower head. It's neck was cut open, blood dripping from its neck. There was blood smeared in an obscured way on the inside of the shower. The girl screamed as loud as she could. AHHH!" Shira screamed loudly, causing Toshiro to jump at the voice, quickly moving closer to Shira. He was shivering lightly, picturing the image in his mind.

"She fell to her knees and bawled, her best friend now dead. As she turned around to the sink to splash water in her face, she saw the obscure smearing was actually a message written in blood. HUMANS CAN LICK TOO…" she finished, whispering in a dark voice. Toshiro's eyes widened as he moved closer to Shira, still shivering.

"T-that's really c-creepy," he said, now pressed against her. She smiled, putting an arm around him. Toshiro only moved as close to her as he could get.

Ulquiorra heard the screaming and jumped up quickly, throwing the markers in the air as he gasped. His pupils were dark and dilated. When the screaming stopped, he quickly picked up his markers, taking a quick whiff of them. Gently, he picked one up and opened the lid, walking over to sleeping Nnoitra and starting to draw strange designs on his face. He then wrote "Renji was here" in red marker and began to giggle. Yes, Ulquiorra giggled. After that, he walked over to the door and opened it, looking around the hall. His eyes glowed lightly, still wide from his intoxication.

"Pretty muffins," he whispered, walking through the dark hall alone towards the kitchen. As he did, he stubbed his toe on the speaker system, turning on the music. However, it was very quiet, not loud enough to disturb anyone's sleep. The music turned on and he imagined himself as a professional stripper, dancing in front of his many fans. He then began to take off his clothes, starting with his shirt. Soon he was throwing clothes everywhere, keeping only his boxers on.

Grimmjow put his hand on the small of Steph's back, keeping her in place as they continued to make out frantically in the middle of Grimmjow's room, the light beaming down from the moon. They were panting hard; however, they didn't stop from kissing madly. Their mouths would connect, come apart, and reconnect in a matter of seconds. Grimmjow's other hand ran through her violet hair, pulling on it so she tilted her head back. Her hands roamed his body at incredible speeds, going up and down his chest repeatedly before moving to his shoulders and to his back and then returning to his chest to repeat the pattern.

With that, Grimmjow moved his hand from her hair to her leg, grabbing hold her thigh from below and lifting it up onto his hips, not once pausing from their make out session. He ran his hand up her shirt to her back, rubbing her warming skin sensually as they panted harder, their faces both flushed. With that, he pulled away, putting his forehead against Steph's own, looking deeply into her violet eyes, full of passion.

"I need you," he spoke in a deep voice. Immediately, Steph's eyes widened as she gasped. She didn't know he was that ready. But she couldn't give herself up; she wasn't ready, especially since there were many people in the household.

"I'm sorry, but we can't go that far tonight. I love you in all, Grimmjow, but I'm just not ready for that kind of relationship yet," she replied to him, putting her hands on his face; he looks disappointed. She smiled. "But that doesn't mean I won't love you," she finished, putting her lips on his and beginning the vicious make out session once more. They were still standing in the middle of the room, their limbs intertwined as their mouths danced.

Shiro and Ichigo walked around the house as Shiro counted the amount of windows. Then he stopped by the side of the house, bending down lightly as he began to sneak closer to a window. Ichigo was confused, what were they even going after? When they were beside the window, Shiro looked into it, his face instantly lighting up as he returned to his position out of sight.

"What's going on?" Ichigo asked. Shiro simply pointed to the window with a sly smirk. Reluctantly, Ichigo looked through the window as well. He saw Steph and Grimmjow making out, one of Steph's legs over his hips and his hand under her shirt. His eyes grew as he quickly moved away from the window. "We can't stay here," he blurted, his face turning red. Shiro chuckled lightly.

"What's the matter? Never seen a boy and a girl do it before? You need to get out more," Shiro replied, moving back to the window to watch. Ichigo glared at him, his face still red.

"But it's not just a boy and a girl; it's my best friend and my high school crush," he protested. "And I'd much rather like to see Steph naked when she's underneath me," he finished, blushing lightly. Shiro giggled with approval as he continued to smirk.

"I can't lie, I'd love that too," he replied, not taking his eyes away from the couple. Pretty soon, Grimmjow removed his shirt. In the room, Grimmjow promised he wouldn't take anymore clothes off. "Looks like things are getting hotter," he smirked, loving the chance he was receiving. Yes, he was a dirty pervert, but he didn't really care.

Ichigo immediately jumped to his feet, peering into the lightly lit room to see Grimmjow's bare back, a pair of soft female hands roaming around. He gasped lightly, seeing that Grimmjow wrapped his arms securely around her, slowly waltzing to the bed as he walked at an even pace. Once they reached the bed, the two "Peeping Toms" could see their faces connected and moving slowly. As Grimmjow dropped her on the bed and crawled beside her, they witnessed the two holding each other and almost immediately going to sleep.

"What a buzz-kill!" Shiro complained, getting angry and stomping back towards the door like an angry two year old child who didn't get his ice cream. Ichigo quickly followed in suit as the annoyed hollow once again entered the house. When they walked into the kitchen, their eyes widened at the sight of a nearly naked Ulquiorra dancing on top of the table while doing hip thrusts. Shiro quickly covered his eyes. "AHH! My eyes! I'm blind!" he cried as he turned away from the horrid sight. Ichigo's chocolate eyes began to twitch uncontrollably. His body then became limp as it crashed into the floor, unconscious.

Renji walked into the room to see Shiro and Ichigo's reaction, and he bend over laughing as hard as he could. He roared with laughter, holding his stomach as he slapped his knee. "You should see the looks on your faces!" he cried as he continued to laugh loudly.

In the small room with Shira and Toshiro cuddled together, he heard the scream and quickly moved towards Shira. He shivered still. With a smile on her soft face, she kindly put an arm over his shaking shoulders in attempt to comfort him. She didn't want him to be that scared, but she wanted to have a little fun with him was all. At her touch, he instantly seized his shivering. After a few minutes, Shira looked down at him to see him sleeping peacefully. She smiled warmly, leaning her head down onto his soft hair and falling asleep as well.

Grimmjow lay next to Steph with his arms around her. He smiled gently to her as she smiled back; his eyes soft and true as they gazed deeply into her soft violet orbs.

"Grimmjow," Steph began, "I've always liked you," she finished. Grimmjow's eyes widened a bit at this. He always figured she hated him. "I could just never find the words to say it," she explained, looking down lightly. With a sincere smile, he grabbed her chin and tilted it up so their eyes met.

"That kiss was all I needed. Actions speak louder than words in some cases," he told her gently, softly putting his own lips on hers again. She smiled gently, moving closer to him as she buried her head in the crook of his neck. "Good night, princess," he whispered as her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing shallowing.

Shiro quickly ran back to his sleeping bag and crawled under it, deciding he's had enough of a night and closed his eyes. If he didn't get any sleep soon, he knew Ulquiorra's dancing would give him nightmares. Before he fell asleep, he smirked at the thought of revealing Steph and Grimmjow's little secret to everyone, maybe even stretch the truth a little.

And with that, nearly everyone in the household fell into a deep sleep – minus Ulquiorra.