Nami allowed her fingers to trail down the washboard abs of her boyfriend as he lay on the examining table. She smiled when he winced away from her touch and groaned because she tickled him. It was funny to see such a small thing effect such a big man so adversely.
"Stop it," he grumbled, pushing her hand away when she tried it again.
"All right, kids, are we ready to begin?" Kisuke asked when he strode into the room staring at the chart in his hands.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Grimmjow responded with determination. He would be subjected to another battery of injections today to make sure everything kept functioning as it should. What should be a routine checkup was never routine for him.
Nami sat down on the stool beside the bed. She forced a calm smile when his blue eyes full of worry and dread turned to hold her brown ones. They both knew what was coming, and he knew it was going to hurt like hell. She hated this. Taking his hand in hers, she held it tightly in her attempt to comfort him as well as herself. At times she felt like begging him to stop this or imploring Kisuke not to do it anymore. However, she knew in the end Grimmjow would not halt his quest to be fully human which was all for her. Sometimes the guilt she carried became nearly unbearable. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip when Grimmjow squeezed her hand and grunted from the pain of the large needle being inserted into his arm for the cocktail of hormones and genetic material to be slowly distributed through his system by the IV.
"This should be the last treatment to get rid of the lingering effects of the second stage," Kisuke said, scribbling notes into the chart.
Nami resisted the desire to remind him he said that two treatments ago. She stood up from her perch, pressing a kiss to Grimmjow's lips while his face contorted from the pain of the foreign substances setting fire to his veins. They had been here for several weeks already and this seemed to be dragging on and on. Her days were spent pretty much like they were at the other lab: typing and doing paperwork. The one thing that had changed was that she no longer had to fend off sexual advances from Kisuke. That was a welcome change.
"Why haven't you two had sex yet?" Kisuke blurted unexpectedly taking the both of them by surprise.
"And just when I thought you had become a nice guy," Nami muttered with annoyance. Her irritation dissipated when she saw the grin of amusement on Grimmjow's face.
"Well, Doc, if you wanted us to put on a show for you, all you had to do was ask," he returned, receiving a poke in the ribs from the not so delighted Nami. "Ow! Nami!"
"Don't whine," she chided him, poking him again and eliciting another hiss from the tickling.
"You know you can have sex though right? He's perfectly healthy to do so and probably needs it by now," the blonde remarked in a serious tone.
"I can't believe we're having this conversation," she moaned, hanging her head to hide her face that burned with embarrassment.
"He is right. I could use a good f – " Grimmjow immediately ceased talking when he received a deadly glare from brown eyes.
"I swear if you finish that word you'll never get it again," Nami warned him. She turned her lethal expression on Kisuke to give him a withering glance. "Would it be more research? How do we know you won't watch, you epic pervert?"
Kisuke chuckled lightly meeting her fatal glower with a charming grin of sincere enjoyment. "You don't. And I can't make any promises."
~...~
Nami felt Grimmjow edge across the bed to her and held her breath. 'Damn you, Kisuke,' she thought to herself as a fantastically hard muscular body pressed against hers as she lay on her side pretending to be asleep. Her body erupted with a surge of heat from arousal and goose bumps rose from head to toe when he pressed his soft lips to her neck just below her earlobe. Apparently the ever curious and flirtatiously nosy scientist had gotten both of them to thinking about a subject they had unintentionally ignored until now. She bit her lower lip to hold back a moan when Grimmjow's large hand covered her breast. Her body responded with an immediate upwelling of sexual awakening when he pressed his hard member against her behind. She was unable to contain her gasp of astonishment when she realized he was completely naked. Rolling over toward him, she slid her arms around his neck and brought his mouth to hers.
Grimmjow pushed up her t-shirt to feel her skin against his as their tongues tangled together each vying for dominance. It pleased him when she gave up with a moan and allowed him to take control while allowing his tongue to explore her mouth at his leisure. He realized he had forgotten how sweet she tasted as he reacquainted himself with every area of her mouth and tongue. He was also reminded how wonderful her body felt beneath his inquisitive fingertips that played over her breasts feeling the nipples rise and harden under his delicate touch.
"Grimmy," she murmured, pulling her lips from his when his fingers slid down her belly.
Grimmjow slid his hand between her thighs rubbing against her womanhood. He groaned with satisfaction and excitement when a wet spot developed beneath his probing fingers. He had been hoping she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Pushing the panties to the side, he slipped into her yearning body easily.
"I've missed this so much," he whispered, holding her hips as he took long, unhurried strokes inside of her.
"Oh, my god, me too," she gasped, raking her fingers through his soft blue hair. She had longed for this more than she was willing to admit to herself much less to him.
"Love me?" he inquired, rolling onto his back while holding her on top of him.
"Always," she returned, stripping off the baggy shirt and throwing it across the room.
"Me too," he groaned, shoving upwards and lifting them both off the bed.
Nami squealed and giggled in surprise from the movement. She leaned forward, her breasts flattening against his broad chest as they kissed. Her body rubbed against his, their pelvises grinding together for a deliciously satisfying burst of pleasure. She sat back up, pressing her hands to his chest to move herself up and down his full length which rewarded her with a loud moan from him and a rise in enjoyment for the both of them. No longer caring if they were being watched, she abandoned herself to the carnal bliss that sped through her body as she impaled herself time and again on her boyfriend for the first time in many weeks – maybe even months. Time had become a fluid and senseless thing for them. It did not even matter anymore.
"Nami!" Grimmjow exclaimed, holding her tightly with his big hands clasped around her hips. "Come with me."
"Oh, yes!" she cried out, quaking as the orgasm burst forth and sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her arms enclosed his neck when he sat up to hold her in his arms as he emptied himself into her both physically and emotionally with a great cacophony of noise. She did not mean to laugh but she could not help herself after the raucous reaction to his own climax.
"It's all your fault because you feel so damn good," he chuckled in her ear.
"I'll take that as a compliment," she giggled back.
"You should," he returned, kissing her briefly. His grin faded and a sadness overtook his countenance as he looked at her.
"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked, her voice full of worry at his sudden change of mood. Maybe it was because of the extra hormones in his system. Kisuke had warned he might suffer some serious emotional side effects just like women do at certain times when there is a glut of hormones in their systems.
"I'll never be able to make you a mother. I can't get you pregnant," Grimmjow stated sorrowfully, his eyebrows pinching together as his face deepened into a scowl.
"I haven't even thought about that," she mumbled, hugging him briefly.
"All I've had is time to think for months now," he said, pushing a stray strand of her brown hair out of her eyes. "All I've been able to think about is us and our future."
Nami pushed up the corners of her lips although she did not feel like smiling. She had thought about their future too and sometimes wondered if they had one. Were they going to be stuck in this government facility forever? Would he be nothing more than a science experiment for the rest of his life? She regretted the day she ever stepped foot in that damn lab, however, if she had not she would have never met the interesting, to say the least, man she held in her arms now.
"Don't think about it. Not now," he murmured, kissing her on the tip of her nose. He carefully lay her down beside him, capturing her in his arms. "Just dream a good dream for me."
Nami closed her eyes, savoring the sweet kiss he placed against her lips. There had to be a better day, a better life, meant for them.
~\..'../~
Nami spoke to Kisuke about the possibility of them somehow getting a place of their own. She was happy that he did not immediately shoot down the idea and began exploring possibilities of making that happen. Perhaps they could move into a house on the base. She could still work at the lab and Grimmjow could do…something. They would find some kind of job for him. If they stayed on the base they would still be close enough for Grimmjow to be monitored and taken care of until they were sure his body was stable and the changes were complete. She still wished he had left the whole thing alone. Although when it came to wishing, it was easy to wish none of this had ever happened to begin with; it did no good whatsoever.
They were able to get their little house and move out of the lab. It was not much; just a two bedroom, cinder block government issued structure just like a hundred others on the base. But it was their home and they were thrilled. They even decided to get married having a private ceremony in their quaint home officiated by the base commander.
Every day she reported to work at the lab and Grimmjow came with her to have a daily checkup. Kisuke was able to convince the base commander that Grimmjow would be the perfect candidate to assist the drill instructors and assist with training the new recruits. Not only would he be an excellent teacher, it would also enable him to further hone his abilities and skills which had managed to stay intact despite the slow process of moving away from the transformations. Only the commander knew the blue haired man's true identity. Everyone else was told he had been transferred from a different base and they did not need to know which one or why and it was none of their business who he really was or why the hell he had blue hair. That was one of the few great things about the military; if one was ordered to keep their mouth shut they were compelled to do so with an unspoken threat of court martial or an 'accident' occurring that could result in loss of life.
"Kisuke, would it be possible to ever leave the base?" Nami inquired offhandedly one day a few months later when he loitered too long at her desk.
"Don't push your boundaries, my dear. I've done about all I can do," he warned her, standing up from the edge of her desk.
"I seriously doubt Grimmjow could go with me. Poor thing. He can't help but bring attention to himself one way or the other," she said with a smile.
As if the blue hair were not enough to warrant a stare, the body that was now even more of an intricately honed physical specimen was bound to turn heads. Grimmjow had made quite a name for himself around the base and was known as the toughest instructor there. He had garnered the nickname Major Hardass which he did not mind and actually found quite flattering. The snickers and tittering of each fresh batch of recruits upon seeing their blue haired instructor was always swiftly replaced with tears or shudders of horror thereafter once they had experienced what the man could do.
"But maybe…could I…" She faltered unable to find the right words. She hated the thought of leaving Grimmjow behind but once again the four walls of her world had grown very small around her.
"I'll see, Nami," he assured her, giving her an understanding smile.
Nami had been thinking a lot lately. The topic of a baby had come up again and they had discussed several different possibilities. Adoption and artificial insemination were the definite frontrunners of plausible options. Artificial insemination seemed to be the most inviting alternative because then the baby would at least have her genetic code. But what about the father? How could they be sure of what they were getting at a sperm bank? The face of a certain orange haired man had formed in her mind when they talked about donors. She failed to mention her idea to Grimmjow since she was unsure of how he would react to the suggestion. She had an idea of how to broach the subject with him.
~...~
"What's this?" Grimmjow queried with obvious suspicion when he arrived home to a candlelight steak dinner and Nami waiting for him a skimpy black negligee with nothing on underneath. He was too apprehensive to be excited by what he saw much to her disappointment.
Nami sighed heavily and decided to get right to the crux of the matter. "I have a certain person in mind for a donor," she announced directly.
"Oh?" he asked with a blue eye brow arching nearly into his hairline. He had deliberated how long it would take her to get around to this. It had showed all over her face the night she had the burst of brilliance of her asking her friend who had already been so accommodating and helpful to them. He had not had the nerve to bring it up first. It would be the ultimate in 'take my wife, please' jokes and the joke would be on him. How could he dare to bring it up first?
"What about Ichigo?" she asked finally after a long pause.
"But that hair – "
"Really? The hair?" Her eyes were staring at the blue coif on his skull to silently but ever so loudly make her point. "Besides, brown hair is a dominant trait."
Grimmjow smiled. She had learned far too much about genetics for his own good, but what choice did she have? His smile faltered when he thought about what he must have put her through over the last six months not to mention what transpired before they even came to the base.
"I don't know, honey. I – " His words were cut off with a kiss.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it," she told him. She felt a little ashamed for making the suggestion at this time. Redirecting his attention, she seized her glass of wine to take a sip. "We still have a fantastic dinner and – "
Grimmjow interrupted her this time by covering her lips with his. "Yes, but there's something else I want first."
"Oh my…"