hi folks, sorry its been a week but hey the chapter is huge. Plus i've not replied to ANY of the reviews, my broadband sucks this week so my internet is limited. I will do my best to get back to you guys as soon as possible. Know i've been reading them, taking suggestions and feelign support from you all.

Phoe

Chapter 19

How do you tell your boyfriend that you're going to take your clothes off for money? That was Ichigo's current dilemma as he sat nibbling on his blueberry muffin, the dried fruits having been picked off the cap of the cake and eaten as he stared into the distance. He was sitting at one of the picnic style tables in the atrium of the student union as he wasted away his two hour break between labs doing homework when his phone had bleeped, signalling he had an email and that he'd not put his phone on silent before his three morning lectures that day.

He was very glad the message hadn't come in during his last lecture, the fluid mechanics lecturer, a Greek man named Koutsous but the students referred to him as Couscous, was renowned for being totally intolerable of technology. He'd sent a white board pen flying at a girl he'd caught texting under the desk, leaving a red streak on her t-shirt since the pen wasn't capped. The nickname had been given a couple of years before Ichigo had started uni and had stuck with the students since he was such a misery. It didn't help that his strong accent and belligerent nature made it difficult for the students to understand him and with most of the terms he was using being new to the young people, he might as well have been speaking in his native language.

Thankfully Ichigo had made a friend in his course, an mature student named Kensei Murguruma and they worked well together, each having different strengths and they had been sitting together during tutorials and teaming up in the practical labs. Kensei had been working as a mechanic for years, having an affinity with machinery and his hands and he'd wanted to move onto bigger and better things, deciding at twenty nine he would go to university and try and become an engineer along with peers ten years his junior. Ichigo of course had the book smarts for the course but lacked experience with his hands and as such they had drifted together. It helped that neither of them had time for the louts on their course who stumbled into lectures hung-over in the mornings and into labs in the afternoon smelling of alcohol in the afternoon.

Ichigo looked down at his open book, half a page of equations completed but that was only about half what he had to do for the following day's tutorial and he was struggling to concentrate after receiving the email from his agency detailing his next job. Somehow advertising had never crossed his mind but he supposed dancers were using in all media, but did it have to be underwear? He didn't know his he felt about dancing in briefs or boxers while being filmed and it was Grimmjow's reaction he was dreading the most. That thought gave him pause for a moment as his lover's opinion on his work shouldn't matter as much as he was making out in his head. He then realised that the only reason he was hoping Grimmjow would flip out was that it would give him a legitimate reason to not do it. Saying his partner was uncomfortable with him baring pretty much all sounded better than him just saying no, especially after Ginjo had been so good recently. How could he refuse a job when he was just starting out?

A thump brought him out of his thoughts, the messenger bag that was dumped on his table was instantly recognisable and the body that straddled the bench behind him was just as familiar, drawing a half smile to his face as Ichigo turned to his lover.

"Hey sweet cheeks, miss me?" Grimmjow's handsome face was cracked in his usual feral half smile, his hands naturally falling to touch the man he loved, his smile widening as Ichigo blushed pink at the nickname, the smaller male shoulder barging his partner in retribution. Grimmjow just pulled him in, pressing a brief kiss onto Ichigo's temple as a proper hello before casting his eye on the work in front of his love, eyebrow rising at the length of some of the equations.

Ichigo relaxed into Grimmjow's arms, his shoulder hooking under Grimmjow's arm so his head was draw into the hollow between the blue haired man's shoulder and neck. The pair both had two hour breaks between classes most days but only one hour of them actually overlapped and they made a point of meeting for even a small part of that hour whenever they could. Now that Ichigo was working with Xcution, his free time in the evenings and most weekends was taken up either planning for jobs or actually doing them and Grimmjow had felt a pinch of loss with their separation.

"Sweet cheeks, really?"

"Well, I happen to know your cheeks are extremely sweet. They fit exactly into my groin when I'm behind you,"

"Enough! Sorry I asked." Ichigo's face was flushed as he felt his body reacting to his lover's sinful voice talking dirty. Ichigo was no prude but there was something about Grimmjow's deep voice, even more gravely at times when he whispered naughty things. Ichigo was glad his lover was more open with their intimate activities being the newer of the two to male relations and Grimmjow had been an extremely fast learner.

"How's lectures this morning?" Grimmjow was speaking into Ichigo's neck, his lips pecking at the soft skin.

"Alright, Couscous was on rare form today, my notes may as well be hieroglyphics for all the use they'll be." Ichigo flicked back a page to show his lover what he meant. The page was covered in Ichigo's neat cursive but there were a lot of question marks next to words and some swear words in the margins. "How was DTP?"

Grimmjow's editing course was covering basic computer layouts and the lecturer was about ten years out of date with his students, taking time to cover things like crop and insert, things the students had been doing in high school for years. "Fabulous. Today we learned about grid and snap. Fucks sake it like I'm seven again."

"Grimm I've got another gig this weekend. Going to be away for it I'm afraid."

Grimmjow's face fell. "Both days? All of them? Shit that sucks, what is it this time?"

"It's an advert actually. And yeah, I'll have to leave on Friday, should be back at dinner time on Sunday though." Ichigo hated seeing the crestfallen look on his lovers face and he put his hand on the strong jaw, drawing the downturned eyes to him. "I'll make it up to you alright? It won't be every weekend."

"It is every weekend. Okay you're not away for them but the hours are extreme. It's a damn good job you're like a math genius of you'd be failing your courses too." Grimmjow turned his body so he wasn't straddling the bench, sitting next to his lover now but clear body language saying he wasn't happy.

Ichigo's hand dropped onto his lap, his lover clearly pissed at him, and he hadn't even told him what he was advertising yet. He pulled his phone out and sent a quick text message to Ginjo's secretary Jackie, asking for details about his accommodation and time table for the days. The woman was very quick to reply, sending him his projected work pattern as well as the hotel details for the stay. "Come with me."

Grimmjow's head snapped round, one eyebrow cocked up. "Eh?"

"Seriously, come with me. I've got my own room, it's day shooting only for the light so we'd have the nights to ourselves. Think of it as a dirty weekend away."

Grimmjow stared at his lover, seeing the desperate look in his face. "Only if it's filthy." His grin turned a bit feral.

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Karin was fiddling with her hair, tugging at the strands when her brother got home but she quickly ducked away from the mirror and pretended she was straightening the bathroom cupboard. Her hair never looked like the pretty girls in the magazines, her hair too straight to fall nicely. She kept it cut short and easy to maintain and never bothered with clasps or bands to hold it differently but looking in the mirror there, she'd wished she'd had something pretty to put in it. Her more feminine twin had different barrettes but most of them were too girly and a lot of them were pink and there was no way she was going to go that far.

It was just so hard. Those stupid movies Yuzu watched made it look so easy for two people who really liked each other to just be together and get together. She'd been hanging out with Tosh for weeks, the boy being so easy to get along with and not demanding at all. He just liked to hang out, watch movies or play computer games with. She was so glad Grimmjow had let them have his old console, Ichigo had vetoed the man buying the girls the latest one but a second hand unused one was ok. Her brother had finally relaxed about letting the girls stay by themselves again as long as their phones were always on and they called someone before they went to sleep, either him, Grimmjow or Starrk to let them know the house was locked up and they were alright before sleep. Thirteen was old enough to stay home alone on occasion according to the teenage girls.

Of course Tosh wouldn't be allowed to stay the night, and she understood that. She knew about relationships and what happened between boys and girls but she certainly wasn't ready for anything like that yet. Ichigo sitting her down to talk about had been highly amusing and she'd let the poor male stutter for a while before putting him out of his misery and thanking him for caring. He said he'd always be there to talk to if she wanted but she'd just looked at him incredulously.

He'd always been there. He was the only family they had since neither girl remembered their parents. It was so hard for him to talk about them, especially their mother but he got out his small photo album ever birthday, mother's day, Christmas and anniversary to go over the few pictures he had and talk to the girls about the people who had loved them most of all. Their mother was very beautiful, Yuzu's hair colour with Ichigo's honey brown eyes. He often trailed off as he spoke about her and afterwards he'd have to leave them for a few moments and she knew he cried, just never in front of them.

Their aunt had been the first adult Karin remembered but at four they were put into foster care, different homes and hostels over the number of years until Ichigo had got them out. The last one had been alright; at least the three were in the same building, even if on different floors they got to see each other nearly every day. But then Ichigo was going to have to go and live in a young male centre once he'd turned sixteen. The girls were just ten when their brother signed himself out of foster care and went out to live by himself. Karin and Yuzu didn't see him for three months but he wrote to them, telling them he'd get to them soon, that he loved them and they'd be together soon.

Him leaving had started a spade of foster interviews for the girls, the company hoping the pair could finally get a home now that the three had been broken up. They didn't know their brother was trying his best to get them legally but Yuzu broke down over the months a lot, crying for her brother and shrieking when a stranger mum or dad tried to talk to her. Karin just scowled at them, having adopted the look from her brother and used it nearly as effectively. Needless to say no one chose them and they remained in the home, pining for their sibling, the only person who loved them.

Then he'd appeared one day for a visit and appealed to take them out for the day. It was granted and he'd taken them to the arcade and out for pizza paying for everything and treating them fabulously. The girls each had a stuffed animal to take back, clutching them proudly since their big brother had won it for them. Karin still had her dragon and Yuzu still had the little yellow lion she'd named Kon.

That day he'd taken Karin aside and explained about not being able to get them legally, asking if they'd come with him, possibly getting into trouble along the way. Karin hadn't hesitated, desperate to be a family for once and after they'd spoken to Yuzu and she'd just thrown her arms around her brother, tears flowing freely.

The next time Ichigo took the girls out for the day he didn't return them and the rest was history. They'd run about a hundred miles away, Ichigo taking awful paying jobs just to get them by, working every hour some weeks just to keep them in shit accommodation and feed them. Karin wasn't stupid, she knew her brother wasn't taking care of himself, and he'd done it over and over since if money got tight but the girls never went really hungry. They were always clean and fed. After five months of moving and not getting caught Ichigo had settled them in their old city and had met back up with an older foster kid named Zan who he'd met in one of the homes. He'd got Ichigo a job and their lived had settled somewhat with Ichigo working more sensible hours, as in number of them not the time as he always worked at night and the girls had got enrolled at a school. Ichigo was doing high school classes distantly through an online college during the day and working at night at it worked for them. Yuzu had taken over the cooking and cleaning of the house with relish and bullied her sister into helping most of the time, Karin acquiescing only to help take some strain off her over worked brother. He was only sixteen and was taking on the responsibilities of a man. His appearance started changing then and he got his tattoos over that year, Karin walking in on him tending to the one along his side once and actually having to give him a hand to put lotion on it due to its placement. As far as she knew he only had the four but she didn't want to know of any others. The ones on his hands were for the twins, she was truth and Yuzu was hope. He always said he needed both like he needed the girls.

Money grew tight eventually, the apartment they were in was falling apart around them and Ichigo could do nothing about it. He gave up eventually and ran them back to their childhood home, Karin not recognising it in the slightest. One of the bedrooms still had two cots set up next to each other, the room painted a pale yellow colour with a nursery rhyme border around it. Ichigo had got them a second hand set of bunk beds and the twins ended up sharing his old bedroom. He'd peeled his little boy border off and the girls had put up pictures they'd drawn or torn from magazines to cover the ripped bits of wallpaper where the border hadn't come off nicely.

This place was good, even if it had memories for their brother. An old neighbour had remembered their mother and gave Ichigo a hand when he needed it, saying a college student needed to concentrate on his studies. Ichigo presented a hard take-no-prisoners attitude to the world but at home he brushed Yuzu's hair and checked their homework, giving every spare minute to make sure they were happy. Even if he was unhappy himself.

Then the blue haired man had appeared. Karin was shaking with pain, trying to not break down too much in front of her more fragile twin when the extremely tall and muscular man had walked in, saying he was a friend of her brother's and he was going to take her to the hospital. He was clearly unsure around them but he had treated them kindly, understanding when Karin had taken him aside for a second to tell him to hide the details and had even claimed a relationship with their brother to get her treatment when she needed it.

Not that the relationship as a lie. She wasn't stupid, when her and Yuzu had got up the next day both boys were nowhere in sight, yet both were in the kitchen later on meaning they'd shared a bed. And again, no big deal for two friends but when Ichigo lost it at the fridge, the embrace Grimmjow had held him in was more support than restraint and she'd seen her brother relax in the larger male's grip, taking the hint from the blue haired man and leaving them for a moment.

She was happy her brother finally had someone but she could do without the audio reminders that her brother had a lover. Grimmjow was a strong man and from the sounds of it, Ichigo like him using every ounce of strength when they were together. Karin broke that thought off, not wanting any visuals to creep in to go with it. Toshiro was stronger than he looked, he'd lifted her a couple of times when they play wrestled and he certainly could throw her about. She wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone, the mechanics were easy enough to understand but the actual sensations were harder to grasp and it wasn't like she could ask her gay brother what it felt like for a girl during sex. Grimmjow's sister Nel was the only female she was remotely close with but it still wasn't in that way where she could actually talk about sex with her. She guessed she'd work it out when she was older.

Her brother barged into the bathroom, a quick apology on his lips at entering when she was in, even though the door had been wide open. He snatched his bathroom stuff, toothbrush, shampoo and shower gel, before pecking her quickly on the cheek.

"I have to go away for the weekend, Nel is going to have you guys over at the house on Saturday night but you can stay here tonight if you call Starrk before bed alright?"

Karin scowled at her brother's reflection in the mirror, turning round to face him. "Why can't we just stay here both nights?"

Ichigo raised his eyebrow at the defiant look on her face. "Because you're thirteen. Two nights is too much. Plus you'd just spend all night talking to Tosh on the phone and I can't afford the bills. This way there are other human beings for your sister to talk to and Grimmjow's got free evening and weekend calls."

"I was supposed to see Tosh for dinner tomorrow." Karin was sounding incredibly petulant and was doing her best to not pout.

"Then see him for dinner, get a curfew and stick to it." Ichigo ducked out of the room for a second, dumping his toiletries in a bag in the hall before coming back to his sister. "Look I know this sucks, me going away all the time and you guys getting bounced between here and Grimmjow's but I promise when you get older it'll be different, you can stay by yourselves but for now you have to work with me. This is my job and we need the money so I have to go away sometimes. I'll see if I can get next weekend off and we can do something together, you can even bring Tosh if you want. I promise to keep the baby pictures away this time."

"Fine and you better keep those pictures away from Grimm as well. I don't need both my older brothers embarrassing me in front of my boyfriend." Karin's eyes widened at her little slip.

Ichigo grinned widely, knowing this was coming and he was alright about it since the boy was a good kid. "Don't worry; I'll keep him in line. Please be safe? In fact just please don't do anything that would require you being safe if you know what I mean?" Ichigo winced at the thought.

"Ichi, I have no plans on having sex any time soon. In fact you can pat yourself on the back because listening to Grimmjow fucking you has put me off till I'm older, a lot older."

Ichigo's eyes widened comically, his face draining of all colour at his little sister's language and comments. "Karin, eh."

"You are far too easy to wind up. I'll be sensible, you go earn money. Is that alright with you?"

Ichigo left fairly quickly after that, Karin sniggering to herself as she glanced back in the mirror and sighed at her reflection. Ichigo had popped into the living room to speak to the nicer twin and gave her a wave in the mirror before leaving with his bag packed for the weekend. Yuzu's reflection appeared in the doorframe of the living room and she smiled at her sister.

"Yuzu can you help me with my hair?"

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It was with great embarrassment that Karin asked for help from the one woman she had a vague relationship with. Sophia, Grimmjow's mother had not given her the best first impression, calling her brother a whore and getting right in his face but then when he was lying in a hospital bed she'd got in other people's faces on his behalf, taking the boy home and signing for his care just so that he didn't have to stay across from his attacker.

She still couldn't believe her big, strong brother had been sexually assaulted, by a teacher. Yuzu had been kept in the dark but Grimmjow had lost it in front of Nel the night they'd brought Ichigo back from the hospital, the delicate twin setting her brother up for the night and tending to him while Grimmjow paced in Nel's room, trying to calm himself down while explaining what happened. Karin had been present more as an oversight than a plan and had heard a brief version of the events from the last few weeks. At least this explained that morning when the twins had come home to Grimmjow in the hall and her brother asleep in the floor inside the house after crying himself into exhaustion.

Sophia had been great with Ichigo for the three days they'd all stayed at her big house, she went out and got them all clothes to wear and kept track of his pain relief and had made him various appointments to check his health over the next week or so as well as scheduling one at a GUM clinic to let him get checked for any nasties left over from his attack.

That was why Karin thought she could ask the woman for help when her experiments on her hair had gone a bit wrong. Yuzu had helped her and they'd used an old curling iron of their mother's but it had singed Karin's head badly and frazzled her hair till the stoic girl actually cried.

Sophia was puzzled when Yuzu had phoned the house, asking for her personally and the glamorous woman had come in her big flashy car, dressed fabulously as always and had entered their modest house, shocked at the tears on the black haired girl. She knelt at her side, Karin in the bathroom, arms round her legs as a cold towel lay across her burned scalp, tears still flowing down her face.

"Karin, what happened?"

"I just wanted to try and look nice, I was supposed to be going out with my boyfriend tonight but my head, it really hurts." Karin peeled the towel back and heard the hiss from the woman at her side, the perfectly manicured hands covering hers. Sophia lifted the towel completely off gently and dropped into the sink, picking though the hair to see the damage for herself. It wasn't too bad but it would sting for a couple of days, worse if the girl tried to wash her hair under hot water.

"What did you use? An iron?"

"No, it was old curling tongs of our mum's. Yuzu found them. Am I going to lose my hair?" The girl's voice broke at the last part.

Sophia chuckled gently. "No, silly girl. It's just a burn. It'll hurt for a little while though. You want to tell me why you suddenly needed a makeover." Sophia shifted round until she was sitting on the floor, legs stretched out with her black patent peep toes resting on the ground.

"Tosh is taking me out for dinner. I just wanted to look like a girl for once."

"You do look like a girl. An upset girl at this point. You don't need curled hair and girly clothes to make a boy like you. If he likes you anyway you might scare him away if you changed everything about you that he likes. You look at Grimmjow and Ichigo, neither of them changed when they started going out, and even Starrk and myself. The things that made us love the other were probably the things we'd try and change right away. Maybe he likes the fact you don't worry about all the girly rubbish that is shoved down your throat, that you are true to yourself. A little primping is alright, but don't change who you are to make a boy like you, if won't stick and all that will happen is you'll go back to how you are supposed to be and they'll not like that. Find someone who accepts you as you are." Sophia pulled the girl's head down to look at it again. "That being said, I might pull your hair back a bit tonight, just to hide the red." Karin gave her a watery grin.

The black haired girl had gone out, dressed in a nice pair of straight jeans and a white vest top with an open shirt over it, her least damaged pair of trainers on her feet and Sophia had waved her off before taking Yuzu back to her house for the evening. The top part of Karin's hair had been gently combed back and pinned at the back of her head, the rest hanging straight as normal and Karin did her best to ignore the stinging pain. It helped that Toshiro had taken her hand when they'd got out of sight of her house, and complimented her hair.

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"Underwear? As in pants? You, in pants, dancing?" Sorry explain that again." Grimmjow's frown was deep and actually starting to give him a headache. They were nearly at the hotel where they'd be staying for the weekend when Ichigo had plucked up to courage to tell his lover what his gig was actually about. They were in Starrk's car, Grimmjow driving and Ichigo was doing his best to not look at his lover's furious face.

"It's just an advert. Yes, in pants but still an advert."

"Just you? Or are there others in pants, male, female?"

"Grimm, I don't know." Ichigo sighed, hoping this wasn't the start of a long argument when they were far from home. They'd be stuck in a small hotel room together and if they weren't talking it would be incredibly uncomfortable. Not to mention they were supposed to be having some couple time in the evenings and that would be incredibly difficult if they weren't speaking. He heard Grimmjow taking some deep breaths and risked a look at his lover, seeing the anger still there but dissipating.

"Am I allowed on set? I promise not to make a fuss in anyway. It's not like I've got anywhere else to go during the day."

Ichigo blinked at him for a moment. "I don't see why not, I've seen others with partners waiting in the changing rooms. It might get boring though."

"I've got to practice my short hand anyway. I'll take my notebook and just take notes like I was reporting on it. Plus I get to watch you dance, in pants." Grimmjow leered over at his boyfriend. "I'll even let you practice at night."

Ichigo smirked and punched Grimmjow's arm lightly, lacing their fingers after and holding the man's hand over the gear stick. The hotel was fairly basic but the bed was big and the bathroom was clean, they couldn't ask much more. Ichigo had to go for a quick scheduling meeting that evening, meeting the director with the other actors and dancers and Grimmjow was staying in the room for that. Ichigo was to text him to come down for a late dinner in the hotel bar once it had finished.

Ichigo was sitting in his jeans and khaki green high necked sweater, getting a big warm in the bar, when he finally spotted Ginjo and Tsukishima entering the dimly lit room. He was surprised to see the tall black haired man involved in this job as well but he knew he was close with Ginjo.

"Good Evening Ichigo. I trust you trip down was pleasant. We're just waiting for the other three before we start. Can I get you a drink while we wait?" Ginjo smiled down at him, Tsukishima taking the seat immediately to Ichigo's left. Ichigo asked for lemonade and lime and Ginjo left the pair to go to the bar.

"I'm glad to see you again Ichigo."

Ichigo turned to the man, confused by the comment but not willing to be rude. "Yeah, the videos last month were brilliant. Thank you for the opportunity."

"My pleasure. When this job came up I immediately thought of you, you have such talent for your age."

"Eh, thank you. I didn't know you were in advertising as well as music Mr Tsukishima."

"Call me Shukuro. It's friend of mine that is directing it actually. He was looking for a male dancer and I recommended you."

"How many dancers are in it? I don't know anything about it really."

"Well I'm sure the director will go over it with you eventually, but it's just you and one female dancer. It's a foxtrot, think Fred and Ginger only faster. It's a skit piece to I don't dance."

Ichigo thought for a moment, going over all the Fred Astaire pieces he knew in his head. "You know tap isn't really my strong point."

"Ichigo, stop putting yourself down. You've got all day tomorrow to rehearse and then all day Sunday to get the take." The older man reached out and put his hand on top of Ichigo's. "Don't worry so much."

Ichigo frowned at the intimate squeeze to his hand, not liking the direction this was taking. Ginjo came back with three drinks and put Ichigo's in front of him, sitting opposite the younger man with a big smile on his face. The meeting took place soon after that, the girl appearing and the director, both shaking hands with the men he was with and Ichigo's own before sitting with them. Ichigo spent most of the meeting in silence, sipping his drink and avoiding looking at the man at his side. It could have been friendly. He kept repeating it over and over in his head and even missed part of the meeting because if it.

The girl, director and Ginjo stood up at the end of the meeting, Ichigo standing for politeness as they said their farewells. He slumped back into his seat, draining his glass before pulling his phone out to send Grimmjow a quick text. The man at his side hadn't left yet and was watching him.

"Would you like to get something to eat with me? I hear the food here is alright."

"Eh, I've already got plans thanks." Ichigo pushed his phone back in his pocket, feeling a bit lightheaded. He swiped at his forehead, trying to almost brush the feeling away. It was a non-alcoholic drink but he certainly felt like it wasn't. Maybe it was just the tension.

"Oh come on now. We're miles from home; it's late but not that late. Did you eat already; I don't mind just having another drink with you."

"No, really I have plans. I'm having dinner with someone." Ichigo's eyes lit up as his lover came into the room. Grimmjow's hair was easy to spot and the black shirt only made it brighter. His presence in a room was quite amazing, a lot of people looking round at him. At his height and shoulder width he did make an impression. Even though the man sitting at his side was technically taller than his boyfriend, Tsukishima would drift in a crowd, made to not make an impression.

The tall man turned as he saw his companion's face brighten. He frowned at the approaching male; over six foot of knockout glory and the man was smiling down at the younger man.

"Hey Ichi, you ready babe?"

The endearment just made Shukuro frown more, who was this man so close to the lithe dancer.

"Yeah, Shukuro, this is my partner, Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques. Grimm this is Shukuro Tsukishima, he's the director from my last three jobs."

Grimmjow held out his strong, broad hand and took the more delicate one of the other, trying his best to not crush it. He didn't like the look of the man next to his lover and now knowing he was part of the company he didn't trust just made him more suspicious.

"Good to meet you. Come on Ichi, let's get a table." Grimmjow put his arm out again and held Ichigo's upper arm, guiding him towards restaurant part, tucked against Grimmjow's chest. Grimmjow felt him leaning fairly heavily against him, something unusual for the self-reliant male. Grimmjow took a step to the side, feeling Ichigo stumble till he supported him again.

"Are you alright Ichigo? Did you have a few drinks?"

"No, just lemonade. I'm a bit dizzy actually. Probably just hungry." Ichigo pressed himself closer to his lover, pressing his nose into Grimmjow's thick neck. "You smell amazing; maybe I'll just eat you." Ichigo started to press harsh kisses against the soft skin, Grimmjow having to pull him off.

"Wait a bit love. You can devour me after you get some food into your stomach, alright?" Grimmjow smirked at the quiet whine of disappointment but the orange haired man allowed him to take him for dinner, rather than dragging him upstairs. Grimmjow enjoyed his burger but couldn't help but wonder where Ichigo's excessive behaviour came from.

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