Nami softly knocked on the door of Kisuke Urahara's office with the paper copy of the report in her hand. She had also emailed a copy of the file to him. Although she had read through it a dozen times, she wanted a copy of it for herself and had made one on a disc which was stashed safely in her purse. Her body shuddered slightly when Kisuke bid her to come in. She did not want to work here anymore but she could not quit. What would her bosses think if they knew she was harboring their lost and very valuable subject at her home?
"I finished that report," she announced laying the document on his desk. "I emailed the copy to you."
"Thank you, my dear. I'm sure you did an excellent job. Could I take you out to dinner to show my appreciation for your hard work?" he inquired suggestively, getting up from his chair.
"A simple thank you is fine," she told him, swiftly backing toward the door. She made a high pitched squeaking noise when instead of opening the door she was pushed against it after his hand pushed the door closed over her shoulder.
"Surely there's something more I could do to express my appreciation," he murmured, allowing his nose to graze hers.
Nami pressed her body against the door despite the fact it would not put any distance whatsoever between their bodies. She held her breath as his lips hovered over hers. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the man who was waiting for her at her house. She had left him a list of silly, inconsequential things to do, mostly to keep him around as well as to keep him busy. If his personality stayed the same in all forms, he was bound to get bored which could lead to trouble. The one time she had left him in the house as a cat, she came home to a mess that rivaled the disarray after an explosion. Her plants had been turned over and dirt was scattered throughout the house. Her throw pillows on the couch had been shredded in his ennui. He had also knocked off and broken every ceramic knick knack from her bookshelves not to mention the books he had used as scratching posts. She could only imagine what havoc he could whip up in his human form.
"I don't know what it is about you, but I find you irresistible," he murmured, sincerely mystified by his attraction. His forefinger drifted over her cheek and down to her lips. "Every time I'm around you, I find myself wanting you."
"Oh, it must be the lingering androstenol in the lab," she muttered, gingerly pushing against his chest while she turned her head to avoid his kiss.
"Androstenol? That was an oddly specific reference," he said, backing away from her. Androstenol is the pheromone responsible for stimulating the hypothalamus which in turn prompts mating behavior.
"Well, I did read the report while typing it, sir. What choice did I have?" she remarked curtly, brushing off her clothes as if he had soiled her physically with his dirty thoughts.
"Hmmm…" he murmured, considering her through half lidded eyes. "You're a very interesting woman indeed Nami."
"Well, sir, I'll be leaving now," she stated nervously, getting out of his office as fast as she could. She would have to find a new job…very soon.
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Grimmjow lay in the bed of the guest room in Nami's house. His hands were behind his head, the fingers interlaced, while he stared at nothing in the dark. This was his last night as a human before he returned to being a Halfling in this ongoing cycle he was powerless to stop. He has been with her for five days, diligently performing every menial task she had requested him to do. A smile tilted his lips when he came to the realization today that she was grasping at straws to find any kind of meaningless chore for him to complete to keep him with her. He had not worked up the nerve again to tell her his humungous little secret. His sensitive ears immediately picked up her otherwise soundless movements on the other side of the door seconds before she tentatively tapped on the door.
"Grimm? Are you awake?" Nami inquired, pushing open the door just a bit since it was not completely closed.
"No. I'm talking to you in my sleep," he answered, hearing her snicker lightly. "Come on in. I can't sleep."
Nami carefully made her way into the room with her hands outstretched in front of her as if she could feel her way through the darkness. She knew he could see her with no problem whatsoever but she did not have his feline night vision. A gasp of surprise leapt from her lips when his hand reached into the seeming endless void of night and grasped hers, pulling her to the bed. She sat down beside him on the bed, startled to feel he had thrown back the covers to invite her underneath with him.
"It's cold. You have to stay warm," he explained, gliding his hand up her cool bare arm as if to convince her.
Nami bit her lip when his excessively heated hand slid over her chilled skin. She turned to place her back against the headboard, edging close to him until their hips touched. Her heart was pounding too hard and too fast, causing her blood to flow so intensely through her veins she could practically feel it. She turned to him, inhaling noisily when her hand pressed against his bare chest.
"Nami," he whispered in the dark, the low sound as deafening as thunder in her ears.
"I know what you really are," she whispered back, leaning toward him until her chest pressed against his.
"What do you mean?" Grimmjow asked, raising his hand to comb his fingers through her soft hair. He stared at her with his exceptional vision, guiding her lips to his when she leaned forward searchingly.
"I know you're not fully human," she answered, pressing her lips to his.
Nami could not breathe when her lips contacted his. She did not pull back when his exceedingly long incisor scraped across her lip. When the sharp point nicked her lower lip, she pushed back the blanket to straddle his lap. Her hands pressed against his cheeks as she held his face to keep him from pulling away apprehensively. The coppery taste of her own blood reached her tongue as she slid it over her bleeding lip.
Grimmjow separated his lips when the tip of her tongue pressed against his lower lip. He tasted the metallic tang of her blood from her tongue and it excited him. His arms moved around her, pulling her tightly against him as he sucked on her tongue slightly to receive more of the flavor of her very life force.
Nami could not help but notice the hard lump that grew beneath her and she shifted to scrape across it. Her body responded with a flood of warmth on the inside like a tangible flow of hot water across her skin. She pushed her fingers into his silky hair resorting to stroking him like a cat. She tore her lips from his with a gasp when his chest vibrated against her breasts as he began to purr in a loud, rumbling sound like when he was a cat.
"I knew it was you, Grimmy," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him again.
"What did you say?" he queried not believing his own ears despite his heightened sense of hearing. He held her at arm's length, staring at her face that was completely tranquil. Why wasn't she screaming or freaking out in some way?
"I know what you are. I work as an administrative clerk at the lab where you were created. I've read the whole disturbing report. I know what they did to you. I know how you were made," she explained, unable to see his stunned expression in the dark. "I made the connection a while back but I could not believe it."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Grimmjow questioned her, tracing her face with his fingertips.
"The same reason you didn't tell me," she countered smartly. "I was shocked, overwhelmed, and just plain scared. I felt a number of confusing emotions." She touched the tip of his finger with her tongue as he traced her lips. Her body was inundated with arousal when he inhaled harshly from the contact. She sighed as he raised his hips into her while pulling her down on top of him.
"I tried to tell you. I really did. Can you accept me? The way I am?" he asked, pressing his lips against the throbbing vein in her neck.
"I already have. Don't leave me again," Nami begged him, pulling his head back to kiss his lips briefly.
"If you want me, despite what I am, I will stay with you," he rejoined, pulling her lips to his.
"Oh, Grimmy," she murmured before pressing her lips against his for another passionate kiss.
Grimmjow held her against his chest feeling two hard bumps rise where her breasts were flattened to his body. Pushing her back, he slid his hands under the edge of her tank top, pulling it up her body, and over her head. His eyes greedily roamed over her breasts that he had seen many times before but had never been able to touch…at least not with his human hands. He cupped the round globes, one in each hand, pleased with how perfectly they fit into his palms. With shy, experimental curiosity, he rubbed his thumbs over the pink nipples and watched them draw into tight little peaks. His member twitched upon hearing her gasp.
"Did that feel good?" he asked with open inquisitiveness.
Grimmjow stared at her lovely face as she nodded silently since she was aware that he could see her in the dark. His eyes stayed on her face when he scraped his thumbs over the rigid nubs again. The expression of lustful rapture on her face goaded him to lower his head to lick one. He liked the feel of it against his tongue and he particularly liked her reaction of rubbing her body across his aching member. Tentatively taking the hardened peak between his lips, he sucked lightly, holding her firmly with his arms around her waist when she jumped and thrust her hips against him.
"Oh, god, Grimm," she moaned, sliding her fingers through his hair.
Nami's hand drifted down his chest as he continued to tease her nipple with his tongue, making her body feel hot and prickly from arousal. She pushed her fingers against his hard abdomen, sliding them beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts. The speculation of where he could possibly be getting all of his clothes invaded her mind, but then she quickly skipped it because she did not care at this time.
"NAMI!" he yelled in astonishment and pleasure when her fingers grasped his long, hard rod. He seized her by the upper arms, gaping at her in amazement. It felt so incredibly good for her to touch him…to touch it.
"Calm down, sweetie," she giggled, stroking him lightly.
"Oh, Nami," he groaned, laying his head on her chest.
Nami held his head against her, her body feeling the distinct heat and heaviness of yearning gathering in the pit of her stomach. She wanted him but she wondered how he would react. Shifting on top of him, she felt him tighten his grip on her to keep her from moving.
"Let me go and I'll do something you will like even more. Take off your underwear," she instructed him, easing off of his lap to remove her pajama bottoms and underwear.
"What are you doing?" he asked when she climbed back on his lap, holding his member in her hand.
"We're going to have sex and you're going to love it," she whispered into his ear, sliding her body down on top of him.
Grimmjow held onto her waist, feeling sensations coursing through his body he had never experienced before. It felt fantastic being inside of her body. She was wet and warm and caused a tingling, pleasurable sensation to ripple across his body every time she moved. She was right; he liked it...A LOT.
Nami covered his mouth with hers moving her hips in lazy circles. She was careful to avoid his sharp incisors this time not really wanting to cut her tongue or her lip again when she carefully pushed her tongue between his lips. A short, gasping sound escaped her when he tightened his arms around her so hard it prevented her from breathing.
"Grimm, stop! You're hurting me!" she gasped, pushing against his chest.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. It just…it just feels so…oh, god," he moaned, moving her up and down on him faster. "Damn, it's nice. I do love it."
Nami placed her hands on his broad, strong shoulders assisting him with moving her body. She lowered her lips to his ear whispering, "It isn't just nice, it is fan-fucking-tastic. Pun totally intended."
"Nami!" he exclaimed, shocked from her suddenly dirty mouth. He had never heard her say anything more outrageous than the occasional damn or hell. Her filthy outburst was sordidly exciting. He felt a tightening at the base of his member as the blissful feelings spiraled higher through his body.
Nami could hear the hitch in his breathing and knew he was getting close. She kissed him fleetingly wrapping her arms around his neck. Moving her body with reckless abandon, she drove him to a climax that left him shaking and convulsing beneath her. Once he stopped moving, she used her fingers to explore every muscle on his chest and abdomen. Occasionally he would emit a soft groan as she blindly surveyed his body with the sense of touch being her only guide. It was quite interesting and stimulating, not only to her but to him as well. She could feel him growing with her body as she patiently investigated every available inch of his skin.
"My love," Grimmjow murmured, bringing her lips to his for a gentle kiss. "Can I do it again?"
"Oh, yes, please do," she accepted happily, kissing him again.
"Can I do it a different way?" he asked tentatively, brushing his fingers through her hair as if he were petting her.
"Sure. Tell me how," she offered compliantly.
"Get on your hands and knees," he requested, kissing the rounded top of her breast.
Nami did as he wished, biting her lower lip in anticipation when she felt him press his thighs against hers. She moaned his name when he carefully pushed himself inside of her before leaning over her body to completely cover her. The slight sway of his hips pushed her whole body beneath him causing a bit of friction as their bodies glided together. His tenderness with her was enthralling and charming, exciting both her body and her emotions. She reveled in the pleasure and intimacy of having him take her like this.
Grimmjow held back as long as he could before the bliss became too much, and he felt another impending climax. Holding onto her hips, he rammed himself into her until he experienced that amazing, mind blowing release again. He held her as she jerked and writhed beneath him. Fear blossomed within him that he had inadvertently hurt her a second time when she cried out his name in a doleful manner.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, rolling her over to see her face.
"Oh, no, not at all," she panted, reaching for him to pull him down on top of her. "You did quite the opposite."
"I love you," he declared, nuzzling her cheek before rubbing his against it.
"I love you too," she replied without hesitation. She had already loved him for a while by this time.