Ichigo heard a scraping sound at his back door. He opened the door and glanced around without seeing anything. Just as he was about to close the door, the sound of breathing reached his ears. It sounded like the panting of a human as if they had been running for miles.
"Is there someone out here?" he called into the darkness. It was a new moon night and completely pitch black. He could barely see anything. The light from the far off street lamp offered only dim illumination but it was enough to pick up the movement to his right. Whatever it was, it was big, human-like. Reaching out without thinking of the possible danger, he seized the unknown being.
"Ichigo," it breathed in a familiar feminine voice. Two eyes that were lit as if from an internal glow turned on him.
"Nami! What the hell – " The rest of his question was halted when a pair of lips pressed against his. A searching tongue entered his mouth as the smell of lavender and vanilla permeated his nose. Oh, dear god it was her. He had been unable to forget her taste or smell and the memories and feelings came flooding back. It had been nearly a year since he had seen her. Although he thought of her often, he never tried to contact her. He only wished the best for her and wished to let her go for his own sake.
Nami pushed him back into the house without removing her lips from his. She kicked the door closed behind them and continued pushing him toward the hallway.
Ichigo was unable to stop her from sliding him across the polished hard wood since he was wearing socks. He struggled to pull her lips from his which was made more difficult by his lack of conviction to stop kissing her in addition to her surprising strength. There was something different about her; a wild, untamed component she never had before. She had always been so quiet and reserved. This was new and exciting whatever it was.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, grabbing each side of the door facing to his room to keep her from shoving him inside.
"I wanted to come see you," she panted, kissing him once again. Her fingers slipped under the edge of his t-shirt, and her hands flattened against his hard muscled belly.
"Why are you doing this?" he questioned, grabbing her hands through his shirt when they began an upward slide to his chest.
"I've missed you," she answered, pulling her hands from his and removing them from under his shirt.
"I've missed you too, but that's not it," he said, sliding one arm around her shoulders while using the other hand to cradle her head. Her eyes looked the same in the light; the same deep chocolate brown. What had caused that disconcerting iridescence outside? Maybe it had been just a weird reflection from some object that was on the back porch. Or could his eyes be playing tricks on him? As he looked into those brown eyes of hers, the unadulterated lust he saw there was unmistakable.
"Why are you here?" he repeated, wanting so badly to indulge the hunger he saw there because he had felt many times before and now was not an exception.
"I want you to make love to me," she replied bluntly without breaking eye contact.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that," he murmured, trailing his fingers through her thick brown hair that flowed almost to her waist. "But I can't."
"What?" she asked, hoping she had heard him wrong.
"Nami, as much as I want to, I can't. We would just be using each other and you know that." He pulled her close to him, refusing to let her go even when her body stiffened under his touch.
"I'll leave then. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking," she mumbled, pushing against his chest in an attempt to get out of his embrace.
"I don't want you to leave me yet," he whispered in her ear, allowing his lips to graze her earlobe.
Nami felt a wonderful tingle race up her spine. She wanted him. She had been about to leave earlier, losing her nerve to approach him after watching him through the window. Second guessing her reason for being here, she had decided to leave after realizing it was a stupid idea. Grimm had allowed her to come although it was grudgingly. Then Ichigo had opened the door. She had tried to run, but he had grabbed her. After that, rational thought had fled entirely. However, her husband had accused her many times lately of having lapses in coherent thought. Even Kisuke had accused of her acting like a cat in heat when she accidentally rubbed against him in the lab one day. Her coworker did not even have clue what was going on at home unless Grimmjow had told him which was quite possible.
"Ichigo," she murmured, sliding her hands up his thick neck and into his wonderfully soft spikes. She bit her lower lip as his dark eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned softly as she stroked him repeatedly by raking her fingers through his hair. All of this was very arousing to her and she pressed her body closer to his as his fingers pressed into her waist.
"Nami, you're making this hard – " He paused immediately, regretting his poor word choice when she rubbed against him. "I mean you're making this very difficult for me. I want to do the right thing."
"I am making it quite difficult for you, aren't I?" she said in a teasing manner, pressing her hand against a certain part of his anatomy which made it difficult for the both of them.
"Nami, dammit, stop," he growled through clenched teeth, unable to reach down and pull her hand away although he knew he should. Opening his eyes, they met hers which did not improve his resolve and only undermined it further. His finger traced her lips which were swollen and blood red and even more inviting than before.
"Kiss me," she implored him, moving her hand against him. A burst of heat exploded within her when his long, dark lashes dropped against his lightly tanned cheek and his mouth opened in a silent moan.
"Oh, god, I won't resist you much longer," he warned her, laying his hand over the top of hers that was cupping his throbbing member.
"That's what I'm hoping for," she purred, rubbing him through his ever tightening jeans.
"What about your boyfriend?" He held her hand, pressing it against him harder instead of trying to stop her. He laid his cheek against hers, breathing into her ear as his breath came in loud ragged gasps.
"He's not my boyfriend," Nami answered, shivering as his warm breath entered her ear and only heightened her arousal.
"Oh?"
"He's my husband."
"Oh, damn," Ichigo gasped more in reference to the increasing the pressure of her hand than the startling revelation of the change of relationship status. "Why are you here?"
"That's the third time you've asked me," she informed him, unbuttoning his jeans as his fingertips roamed across her breast.
"Then answer the question. One thing hasn't changed. You're still stubborn as hell," he remarked, placing his hand over breast and squeezing. He smiled with satisfaction when she moaned his name. It was time to entice her a bit as well.
"I want a baby," she replied forthrightly, sliding down the zipper. She hoped he did not ask for the reason because explaining the whole biological issue would be a real mood killer.
"Why me?" He clutched her wrist to keep her from sliding her hand into his underwear. Taking a step back from her, he held her wrist firmly while keeping his other arm locked around her shoulders.
"Because you're my best friend. I trust you. You love me. And I – " She hesitated, looking into his half lidded, arousal glazed eyes. "I love you."
"You don't have to lie to get me into bed with you," he told her, offering her a feeble smile.
"I'm not," she returned, stepping toward him to close the small gap between them. Rising onto her tiptoes, but still inches from his lips, she pulled his head down to bring his lips to hers. "I love you."
Ichigo had no intention of questioning her as to how she could love two men or any of the other dozens of questions racing through his brain. Picking her up and holding her against his body, he carried her to the bed to lay her down gently. This was the moment he had waited for and dreamed about since meeting her. It was easier not to think about the pretenses she had come to him under for this to happen. Concentrating on the beautiful woman next to him, he undressed her and savored every touch of her fingertips as she undressed him. His hands roamed over her body, and he was thrilled when she allowed him to do as he pleased. Each groan of delight from her or his name being spoken from her lips was stimulating and magnificent. He did not know if he would ever see her again after this, and he was too afraid to ask. However, she had said she wanted a baby from him.
"Nami, please promise me you will allow me to see the baby if you get pregnant," he said, meeting her stunned gaze evenly.
"I-I will," she stammered. She had never anticipated confessing her reason for seducing him so this question caught her completely off guard. Her eyes held his as he slowly entered her body. It was quite a task to keep her eyes open but she wanted to hold his ardent gaze as he made love to her.
Entering her body had to be done a maddeningly slow pace to keep from losing it right at the beginning. Now that he finally had her, he wanted to make it last as long as possible. Ichigo had to pace himself carefully to hold on. When she bucked her hips at him to implore him to go faster, he held her hips against the bed with his hands to keep her from moving.
"Please," she begged, wanting him to move more aggressively. "I need more."
"I-I can't. I-I'll…" he stammered, allowing his words to trail off when she grabbed his behind and pulled him down into her. He exhaled loudly, moaning her name as she thrust her hips up at him.
"Just do it. I will be there when you are," she murmured, enclosing his hips with her legs. She cried out in astonishment and pleasure when he thrust into her with remarkable speed and force. His animalistic grunts reminded her of Grimmjow's when he was at his most feral. A warmth began to grow deep in her belly with each sound of his increasing ecstasy while the tension grew in her body to signal the coming end.
"Nami, are you – "
"Oh, Ichigo, yes, just keeping going!"
Ichigo cried out from the simultaneous pleasure and pain from his climax while her fingernails sank into his back and clawed him from his neck to his lower back all the way through her quaking orgasm. He dragged in great heaving gulps of air as she struggled to breathe beneath him. Rolling onto his side, he pulled her with him by holding her against his body.
"Will you stay with me? Just for tonight," he added when her lips parted to form a word.
"Yes," she answered, kissing him briefly.
"Will you be gone when I wake up?"
"Most likely."
Ichigo held her against him more tightly wishing there was something he could do or say to make her stay. However, he had to remember she was Grimmjow's wife. Nuzzling his nose into her hair, he began committing every detail of her to his memory: her scent, the softness of her hair and skin, the pleasure she had brought him. He hoped she was pregnant. She had a promise to keep. If she was pregnant, he would definitely see her again.
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Grimmjow stared at his wife as she lay on the bed next to him. She could move as stealthily and soundlessly as him and had even managed to sneak up on him a few times recently. Apparently now was one of those times. He was not sure when she had arrived home this morning. He had not known when she left either because he had not wanted to know. She was on a mission of her own; or so he told himself to alleviate some of the remorse he felt. Just like any military maneuver he knew the basic details and the rest was up to her to carry it out. He sighed deeply, reaching out to touch her cheek. The dampness of her hair from her shower was evident when he twirled a tendril around his finger. She had not been home long. He rolled away from her and lay on his back thinking. The dreary gray of dawn slowly lit up the room as he stared at the ceiling with his hands behind his head.
Nami opened her eyes to look at her husband. She pushed back at the tidal wave of guilt that threatened to consume her. She should never have left the house last night. But having a baby had been all he had talked about for months. Adoption had been taken away as an option because there were too many questions about Grimmjow's past that could not be answered, and it had become cost prohibitive. They did not want to play genetic Russian roulette with an anonymous donor. Besides, asking Kisuke to perform the artificial insemination was out of the question because she would have become his next great science experiment. She never could picture asking Ichigo for a sperm sample and using a turkey baster for an at home version of the process. Was it really cheating if Grimmjow knew about the whole thing and agreed to it? Maybe not. After all, it was a necessary means to an end that he wanted – a baby.
"Do you regret it?" she asked in the diminishing darkness as the sun continued to rise.
Grimmjow pressed his lips together before the 'yes' left them. He tried to think of something profound to say before his silence gave away the answer. "It's too late even I did."
Nami pressed her hand against her abdomen. Tears burned her eyes but she refused to shed them. Now they would both have to live with the consequences of what comes next and it was already uncertain if their relationship would survive. She wanted to scream at him that it was his dumb idea but then it was her own stupidity to go along with it.
The first feeble golden rays of sunlight broke through the steel gray light and flooded the room. Nami sat up and prepared to leave the room. There was no way she would be going back to sleep anyway. She stopped when her husband's strong fingers grasped her wrist and held her still. Her head swung around and his pleading blue eyes bore into her brown ones.
"Don't leave me. I need you. More than ever," he said, tugging on her arm.
Nami moved across the bed to lie next to him. She gasped when he moved on top of her, roughly shoving her nightgown up to her waist. The sound of ripping material made her whimper as he tore off her underwear. She was not frightened and suddenly wanted him.
"You're always mine. No matter what," he reminded her, thrusting into her body.
Nami recognized the definitive animalistic need she had not experienced from him in a long time. She also realized this about more than sex; he was reestablishing his dominance, his possession of her. Kisuke might have rid Grimmjow of the outer transformation but he had not freed him from the deep seated instincts of a male animal. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, sinking into the skin.
Grimmjow yelled out her name as the burning pain stung his shoulders. He looked down at her, making eye contact fleetingly before she closed her eyes. He would have sworn he saw elongated pupils but it was hard to tell in her dark eyes.
"Baby, open your eyes. Look at me," he panted as he pushed into her hard and fast. He studied her eyes when she opened them and thought it must be his imagination because the pupils were round as usual.
"Oh, Grimmy," she moaned, closing them again as she began to writhe beneath him from a climax.
Grimmjow felt something warm and wet trickling down his back as she finished off. He was unable to think about it for long as his orgasm made his brain and his body explode with pleasure.
"Whatever happens with this, I love you," Grimmjow told her, kissing her fiercely. He winced from the tearing sensation across his lower lip when her teeth scraped it. Pulling away from her, he pressed his finger to his lip before pulling it back to see blood.
"What happened? Did I cut you?" she asked in disbelief staring at the bright red liquid on his finger.
"I'm fine. It's nothing. I shouldn't have kissed you so hard," he rejoined, licking across his lip which caused the metallic taste of his blood to fill his mouth. He would have to talk to Kisuke about this. Something weird was going on with her.