A/N: My wifi has been down *tears* I'm so sorry for the late update. I feel like I've broken my previous promise already! Such an epic fail... I haven't given up on this story. It's too soon! If you guys/gals want some longer chapter let me know. I've realized they're relatively short...
Chapter 3
It's Wednesday and I haven't seen Grimmjow except for in class. He doesn't come up to talk to me during lunch and he hasn't been back over my house either. What the hell is going on? Was that bastard lying Saturday? Did he just set me up or some shit? I bet he did it to save face in front of Orihime because she'd tell his sister or some shit. What an asshole...
It's lunch time now and I'm with Renji and Uryu at a small picnic table in the courtyard. We ditched the tree today because apparently Uryu prepared something for all of us to try today. He keeps bragging about how he was cooking with Orihime and thought he could redo some of her recipes. I should've bought lunch today... Renji is all excited though. He treats it like Fear Factor every time he tries her cooking and he think Uryu will be worse.
"Alright! Bring it on Ishida! My stomach is made of steel!" He pipes up after slamming a fist on the table.
"Don't be barbaric Abarai-san... There's enough to go around. Besides, I redid her dishes. They aren't hazardous anymore. Like her wasabi upside down chocolate mustard cake with cabbage and pork icing... I made it an upside down chocolate pineapple cake, wasabi mustard cabbage, and some pork kabobs." Uryu says setting everything out in the table. I can't lie, it looks pretty decent. The guy has an OCD lookout on every aspect of life though. Renji snorts anyway while he grabs his own plate.
"I'll be the judge of that four eyes..." He takes a bite of the cabbage. "Damn! This is spicy, yet it pleases my taste buds... Alright the pork next," he chomps, "ok ok... Not too shabby. Ichi what do you think?" I've been reluctant to try anything, looks can be very deceiving. Grimmjow for example. He talks a lot of shit, but apologies soon after. I take a bite of the cabbage. It is spicy... The pork is good.
"It's pretty good Uryu." I give him a nod as I chew.
"See. There is no doubt in any of my skills! I excel in all that I do." He smiled in triumph.
"Except getting a date with Inoue..." Renji says after eating some more pork. I can't help but laugh as Uryu flares up in anger.
"Just eat the damn cake..." He sighs. Renji and I take a bite. The flavor is kind of contrasting it should have been...
"Strawberries... Totally would have been better than pineapples." Renji says nodding as if to agree with his own opinion. "The pineapples just aren't doing it for me."
"Same here." I say. What? I can't like strawberries? Or are you laughing because it seems fitting? All of you are assholes... Just for a moment though.
"Well then don't eat the damn thing. Both of you are ungrateful of this wonderful meal I have prepared for you! I guess this mean Orihime won't like it either..." Uryu frowns a bit as fixes his glasses. We weren't really harsh at all. It was constructive criticism! I guess we were just guinea pigs before he gave it to his longtime crush. He takes the rest of his things and walks away.
"Bet tomorrow he's gonna bring a strawberry chocolate one. If it's good, let's tell him it's bad so we can have more sweet throughout the week." Renji always seems to find beneficial things out of every situation... I shake my head and get up to walk away.
"Don't be an ass about it Renji. You know he'll figure it out by the third time." I say grinning. I decide to get an early start to my locker. I have gym class today, and I don't want to change when Grimmjow is in there. I'm bound to see him or he's bound to see me. I feel uneasy about it now. We haven't made direct eye contact all week, and I know those icy blue eyes will give me goosebumps. Not to mention the guy is rather sexy... I've only seen him shirtless once. A peek couldn't hurt right? Just to fuel a few fantasies.
No Ichigo. Don't give in. You called off the chase and he's supposed to come after you. He said he would and that's that. If he doesn't, of fucking well. There are plenty of other people I can date. This is what I say to convince myself, yet I know I'm not gonna give up on him. Even after he was a complete bastard about my feelings. I grab my clothes out of my locker and head for the gym. It's empty. Awesome.
I head into the locker room and pull my shirt of first. The pants and shoes are next. It's kind of nice changing alone. I've gotten a few stares myself and it is a little uncomfortable. A few guys have hit on me before because of my lean figure and girlish skin. How is skin girlish? It's skin! Anyway, when they hit on me I hit them back. End of story. They were all creeps. I sit on the bench and let out a big sigh. I'm so ready to go home...
"Long day?" Shit. Shit. Shit. I was supposed to be alone. I didn't check the damned showers! I know that voice to. I'd know that voice even if I was deaf... The vibrations it sent through my body as he spoke were tremors. I decided it was best not to look at him. If I did, his hair would get me first, then those eyes would keep me captured. I'd walk forward and beg for him. For his touch and for his permission to grip those luscious locks.
"Why ain't ya lookin' at me? Are you afraid? Or are you blushin' so hard you don't want me to see?" He sat next to me and I saw he was wrapped in nothing but a towel. His body was still wet and my eyes followed every drop of water that hit the floor. His hair is probably still wet too, damp at the least. It would be plastered to his neck and forehead and tangled ever so slightly. I wanted to look so bad. He chuckled.
"You've been waiting for me to approach you all week haven't ya? I know. I've done it all on purpose. Avoidin' you gaze as you stared at me in class. Didn't eat lunch in the courtyard. I even stayed on the other side of the field or court during gym. I wanted to see how much restraint you had." I looked. Dammit I looked. He was grinning wildly like the feral beast he is inside. Those eyes weren't icy, but hungry. He wanted me. Maybe not with the purest feeling in the world, but it was a heavy desire nonetheless. His hair was wet. It was exactly as I pictured it too. The drops from it made tiny pools on his shoulders. I let my gaze travel and I saw those perfect abs and nicely sized biceps and everything else that made everyone who lusted after his body want him. The best part about the whole thing was that he wet and he was fucking shimmering.
"I have a lot of damn restraint thank you very much. I wasn't going to come after you at all." I need a wing-man or somebody by my side that gives better reassurance than myself. He laughs again.
"Ya probably do. I thought you would've touched me by now. This is a lot of people's wet dream. Well, maybe if I took this towel off..." He was teasing. Right?
"Probably, but not mine. Like I'd dream of you past a nightmare. If I wanted to touch you I would have Grimmjow. I just wanted to see if you'd really come after me past that Saturday Grimmjow. Actually, being apart from you makes me realize that I didn't want you that much after all. I mean, I've already touched your hair. That was my motive." I'm going to hell. Is it okay for me to lie this much under thirty seconds?
"That's fine, but I never said I was finished with you, Ichigo. I told you I was gonna make you beg for me. I never fucking give up either." My eyes left his body the whole while I was talking, but when he said my name I just had to turn towards him. When had he gotten this close?! As he saw my facial expression turn into the slight shock it held, he leaned in and kissed me.
His lips were almost as soft as his hair, yet the kiss itself was rough. He moved his hand to the small of my back and pressed my body against his. Skin on skin. His bare chest was against mine and everything was getting hot. I wish I had seen him shower earlier. I probably would have gotten in myself. To be this close just isn't enough. I need more of Grimmjow. So much more.
Suddenly as it had happened it was over. All the heat and skin was gone, and he moved away. I was dazed. That was a critical hit against my emotional boundaries.
"Why..." I asked softly.
"Why did I kiss you?" He asked back and I shook my head.
"Why did you stop?" At this point in time I knew how I looked. My face was pink, my lips were wet and probably swollen from being against his, and my eyes were probably smoldering as I spoke. I swore I saw him blush.
"Because... Class is about to start!" He gave me that grin again. It brought me back to reality. Fuck class. I looked at my phone sitting next to me. We had twenty minutes before the five minute bell to start making your way to class. He wasn't just about to leave. After I got a taste? I want the whole damn meal...
"We've got twenty minutes Grimmjow." I said scooting closer. "Unless you're worried about getting caught." I give him my own smirk and he snorts.
"I've fucked people in closets... What's a make out session in the locker room?" He pushed me down on the bench. Before I could say anything else he had me captured in other kiss. This one wasn't as rough, but it was much more satisfying. I let his tongue slip into my mouth eagerly. My hands instantly traveling to that mass of fluffy heaven and locking into place. He explored every inch of my mouth hungrily and greedily, as if he had to taste every inch of it himself. He only pulled away after he needed air. I had lost all my breath long ago.
"Chocolate and pineapples?" He asked after licking my bottom lip.
"Y-Yeah. Ishida made a cake..." I said after remembering how to speak.
"I would've preferred chocolate and strawberries... Chocolate and you." I punched him in the chest and he chuckled.
After a few more of his sinful kisses, he put on his clothes. Yes, his ass is nice and firm. No, I didn't get to see his package. I wanted to though... He grinned and blew me a kiss before he left. The bell rang as soon as he was out of sight. I put on my gym clothes and waited for my other classmates and Zaraki sensei's booming voice to tell us what torture was planned for this evening.
We're on the track today and somehow I became the anchor runner in our team relay. I'm glad we had a decent third leg because I hated playing catch up with the other teams. The losing teams have to do one thousand push-ups before they leave today. I'm not in the mood. As I'm handed the baton I sprint the whole four hundred meters without letting up. When I cross the finish line I place the baton in sensei's hand and he laughs and smacks me hard in the back.
"You did it again Kurosaki! You saved those poor guys asses. They're crying tears of joy! Can't say much for the losing teams though... Something must've gave you some pep today... You were really early too. Some girl give you a good luck session?" He asks laughing as loud and powerful as his voice. I turn red remembering Grimmjow's kisses. If only sensei knew it wasn't a girl that occupied my fantasies...
