Thanks to my beta for giving me the idea of the lover's quarrel. Lemony goodness ahead - make up sex is always best!
"Honey, I need to talk to you," Nami spoke into the darkness of their room just before Grimmjow dropped off to sleep. She could no longer withstand the guilt and awkwardness that had plagued her for days. It was impossible to pretend nothing had happened between her and Ichigo although he seem completely unfazed by the matter. Was he even aware of what he had done?
Hearing Grimmjow growl deep within his throat, she swallowed hard to gather what little courage she had left to make her confession. "Ichigo kissed me a few days ago, I'm having feelings I shouldn't, and we really need to find him a girlfriend," she gushed rapidly hoping he was sleepy enough not to comprehend her words fully.
"Wh-what?" he stammered drowsily. Sitting up in the bed, he turned on the lamp on his bedside table so she could see the penetrating glare of his luminescent and cold blue eyes. "He kissed you?"
"Just a peck on the lips," she rushed on hurriedly. "It was nothing really. Maybe I'm making a big deal of nothing. He was really tired and - "
"Tired!" Grimmjow yelled, throwing back the covers to get out of the bed. "I'm tired too but I haven't kissed anyone else's wife lately!"
"Honey, please be quiet," she begged, getting out of the bed in her tiny virtually see through cotton nightgown. She moved toward him watching a pained expression cross his face.
"Oh, sweetheart damn," he grumbled, staring at her approvingly. A certain part of his anatomy showed it's approval of her body by growing hard and throbbing with each heartbeat as the blood was redirected from his brain. How long had it been since they had sex last? He honestly couldn't remember. Had it been at least six weeks since the twins were born? Isshin had said to wait six weeks before any sexual activity and ...he could no longer remember what the doctor had said as he watched her nipples harden and poke against the thin white fabric. "Get back into bed! I can't be angry with you when you look so damn sexy," he groaned, reaching for her. "Find him a girlfriend indeed. He needs to find his own fucking house. Speaking of fucking, have you...with him while I've been gone?"
"NO!" she yelled, moving back and crossing her arms over her breasts to hide them. "I'm trying to be perfectly honest with you here. I don't want to hide anything from you."
The only thing Nami wanted to hide at this moment were her breasts that he was eyeing intently while licking his lips. She turned her back to him so she would not have to look into his half lidded eyes that were shiny with desire. Now she wanted to be mad at him and staring at his extremely well defined pecs and abs while thinking how good his strong arms would feel around her was preventing her from doing so. The thought of her bare nipples grazing his hard chest while he thrust into her was almost more than she could withstand. Turning back around, she shrieked to find he was right there at her before she was pushed against the wall and trapped between it and that hard chest she was thinking about. A moan of his name slipped past her lips when he lifted her up and her nipples scraped across the taut muscle. It felt even better than she thought it would.
"Grimmjow, I'm trying to be serious here," she protested, avoiding his lips that were seeking hers. Her body pressed and rubbed against his as she struggled slightly which only managed to arouse them both more.
"Me too, Nami, now shut the hell up and let me kiss you. I've never been more serious about screwing your brains out in my life," he panted, putting one arm around her waist and seizing her wrists with the other to hold them together tightly between their bodies.
"Oh, god," she mumbled when his mouth claimed hers.
Nami could not recall him being so dirty mouthed and forceful before. This seemed to be a new part of him because he had always been to tender with her and then the babies. However, his actions were matching his looks which she found exceedingly enticing and it turned her on. Twisting her wrists to release his hold on her, she pulled free and wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders while raising her legs to enclose his waist.
"Oh, shit," he moaned against her mouth when he realized she was not wearing any underwear. The extreme dampness of her aroused body soaked right through his underwear which made his member pulsate so intensely it hurt. Holding her against him with both arms although she was clinging to him tightly, he took her to the bed. Once there, she loosened her grip and fell back on the bed. He watched with satisfaction as she sat up to rip off the nightgown before grabbing the waistband of his underwear and sliding them down his legs.
Nami felt something soft and silky graze her cheek and quickly turned her head to enclose his head with her lips. Her whole body tightened and grew warmer from the noise he released that was somewhere between a growl and a groan. Her lips and hand moved up and down his full length slowly, ignoring the insistent pressure of his hand on the back of her neck. When his breathing escalated and his moaning became rhythmic, she removed her mouth entirely to pull him down onto the bed with her.
Grimmjow refused to allow her to push him over onto his back. Grabbing her leg behind the knee and pulling it up while pushing her across the bed, he slid into her with a slow push, holding her down by the hip with his other hand. He was not going to permit her to hurry him either. Once buried inside of her, he continued to hold her down while indulging in a lengthy and leisurely kiss. Sliding his tongue between her slightly parted lips, he tasted every corner of her mouth while she squirmed and grunted beneath him. He would like nothing more than to plow her through the mattress with all of his might and strength but teasing her was quite fun and gratifying in its own way.
"Grimmy, please," she whimpered, pulling her lips from his. She moaned into his mouth when he turned her head back so he could kiss her again. Since his hand had been removed from her knee, she hooked her leg around him and raised up to gyrate against him since he could not keep her still on that side.
"Nami," he groaned after ripping his lips from hers. He pressed his hands down on the bed, raising himself above her.
They both moaned with pleasure as his pelvis dug into hers from the pressure of his position. Seeing her eyes roll back as she cried out his name did him in, and he thrust into her like he had every intention of making her walk strangely for a week. If she does, so be it. She was his wife dammit and it would do certain people some good to remember that including her.
Nami sank her fingers into his muscular shoulders then her fingernails as he hammered her harder. She held onto him as he made her body tremble with pleasure while pushing her closer and closer to what she was sure would be a screaming orgasm.
"You better kiss me or the next door neighbors are going to hear this one," she warned him in gasps when she was near the apex before going over.
Grimmjow clamped his mouth down over hers as if giving her erotic mouth to mouth while she convulsed under him. Her scream was stifled by his own yell of pleasure as he met her with his own intense climax that made him shudder and shake like he had lost all control. He could not stop thrusting into her and each stroke brought with it another hailstorm of pleasure that washed over both of them and made their skin prickle with chill bumps despite being far from cold. Breathing in shallow, ragged breaths, he rolled onto his back beside her so he could collapse and not crush her beneath his bulk.
Nami rolled onto her side, pressing her body to his as they both worked to regain their breath. She lay her hand over his heart, closing her eyes as she counted the erratic beats beneath her palm. Her lips formed a smile as the rhythm became more regular and their breathing slowed while becoming perfectly synchronized. She sighed contentedly as he enclosed her with his strong arms and held her body to his.
"What were we talking about?" he asked in a low voice, tracing a circular pattern on her cheek as he turned to look into her eyes.
"Does it matter?" she queried, kissing his chin then his lips.
"You tell me, my love. Do I have anything to worry about?" His eyes drilled into hers demanding an answer and the truth.
"No. I love you," she said, meaning it with all of her heart.
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On the other side of the door, Ichigo was unsure why he had listened to the whole encounter. He knew it would end badly for him and his whole body ached now from the need he could not satisfy. Why had he come here? Why doesn't he just leave? A whimper from the crib across the room reminded him of the answer to those questions. As soon as he could stand up he would go to his bathroom to find some relief from his painful predicament while fantasizing about the woman he could never have.
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Nami was lying on the floor of the nursery with the four month old twins facing her. She was amusing herself by pushing up onto her elbows which the boys would do as well. Then she would lower her body back down to the floor and so would they. She could not help but giggle when they followed her movements exactly giving her triumphant smiles as if to announce, "I did it, Mom! Just like you! Aren't you proud?" She was indeed proud of her children. The little boys were doing remarkably well and developing just as they should despite their less than easy welcome into this world. One of her big boys, however, was beginning to worry her.
Ichigo had become increasingly quiet and was spending more time away from the house. He made trips to the park everyday with the twins which was great for them and for her because it gave her a much needed break. Where he spent the rest of his time, she did not know and did not ask because she was not his mother. She was not even his girlfriend. She was the mother of his child and...she was the mother of his child - that's all. They were all in an extremely vexing situation that they were doing their best to understand.
"Yusei," she murmured, stroking the wild spiky orange hair on the baby's head in a useless attempt to make it lay down. Hisoka grunted quietly to get her attention when she tickled his brother to make him giggle. She did the same thing to him and he looked quite pleased with himself that he had stolen her attention from his brother. "Well, you two are quite like your fathers in many ways, aren't you?"
Not one to admit defeat, Yusei began babbling and cooing to draw his mother's gaze back to him. He then turned his gaze to his brother, reaching for him. Grabbing his white furry ear, he tugged on it until his brother squawked in protest.
"Yusei!" Nami admonished him, pulling his hand away as Hisoka began to cry.
"Mamamama," he began to chant when his mother sat up to pull his brother into her arms.
"Oh, sucking up won't do you any good now, little man," she half heartedly scolded him. Her other child was rooting around on her chest searching for lunch. "Speaking of sucking up..."
"Hi, mama, what's up? Whoa," Grimmjow murmured as she popped out her breast for the hungry child. "I am now."
"Honey, don't be a pervert in front of the kids," she chided him as he picked up the grinning Yusei.
"They don't know what I'm saying, do you?" he asked the cooing infant who grabbed his lips and shrieked happily.
"See! Even he's telling you hush," she chuckled.
"Hahaha," he muttered, nibbling on the babies fingers to make him scream with laughter.
"Dadadadada," the baby sang out.
"Hey! He called me Daddy!" he exclaimed proudly not even addressing the issue that Yusei was Ichigo's biological son.
"This is going to be a hell of a situation to explain to the kids one day," she mumbled, handing him Hisoka.
"Now who needs to watch their mouth?" he balked, giving her the squirming the carrot top who was ready to eat.
"You're quite the kiss up today," she told the baby before kissing him and settling him against her for his feeding. She rolled her eyes as he patted her breast while nearly sucking her nipple off. "I swear, he looks like Ichigo but he's all you beneath that orange hair and brown eyes."
"I know, it's weird," he agreed, looking down at his son who was quietly watching his father wiggle his fingers above his face while his eyes opened and closed slowly while drowsiness settle over him. "Where is the other father?"
"I'm not sure. He should be home soon. I'm worried about him," she said, shifting Yusei when he bit her. "Meany!"
"Hey, boy, you don't bite the breast that feeds you," he joked, tickling the baby's ribs which made him bite her again.
"Grimmy!" she yelled, punching him in the shoulder. "Stop it!"
"Ow!" he grunted, shielding the sleeping Hisoka. "Damn, you're still strong. I thought you were going to squeeze me in half the other night with those legs of yours. I can't say that it was entirely unpleasant though."
"Honestly," she muttered, wondering when he had become such a hopeless pervert. He seemed more sweet and gentle when he was half beast.
"Do you miss it?"
"Miss what?"
"Being whatever we were. A werecat? I don't know what you would call it."
"No."
Nami was only halfway being truthful. She had no regrets about losing her bestial side. Sometimes she missed Grimmjow's three phases. Back then by the dark of the moon, he became a man. He had never been more human than when he still had the beast within. Now he was all man; a different man. She still loved him and could not break the magnetism that constantly drew her to him, but he was not the same.