Yay! Another Bleach oneshot!
I'll be honest. Grimmjow wasn't my favorite character, but it was an absolute blast writing him. Now, I'm a Grimmjow fan.
Funny how that works.
Blame xUltimateOtakux! She's the one that requested this!
I'm kidding! I'm actually really glad she requested this. Like I said, it was an absolute blast to write. With all that said, enjoy!
OH! And happy birthday Ultimate!

Stay the Night
Requested By: xUltimateOtakux
Anime: Bleach

Reader:
Tora Kurosaki
Female
17
Semi-long straight carrot-orange hair, amber-brown eyes, fair skin, wears the Karakura High summer uniform.
Substitute Shinigami
Human
Shikai, Bankai

Character:
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez
Male
Unknown
Wild/spiky blue hair, blue eyes with teal cat-like markings, and has his post-time skip outfit.
Arrancar
Resurrección, basic Arrancar abilities

Plot: You're just going to have to read it to find out. (I decided to be evil today. ;})
Relationship: Secretly dating
Word Count: 3,171
Warning: Grimmjow has a mouth. (Well, Tora swears too, but it's mostly Grimmjow.) That, and heavily suggestive themes later on. Now that you have been warned, enjoy!

Tora sighed as she walked down the street. It had been another taxing day of high school. The orange-haired female chuckled to herself at the irony. She could take down an entire squadron of Hollows without a scratch, but throw her into the four walls of a school for a day, and she's exhausted.

"Figures." As she rounded a corner, a sensation hit her full in the chest. Recognizing it, she immediately stopped, looking around. She looked up in time to see the telltale fissure in the sky. "Damn."

She jumped back in time to avoid getting crushed under the Hollow's feet. Back-handspringing out of the way, she slid to a stop. Her amber eyes narrowed behind her orange bangs. Sighing, Tora stood, placing a hand on her hip. Dropping her schoolbag, she took her Substitute Soul Reaper badge out of her breast pocket. Placing it on her chest, her soul popped out of her body, the body dropping to the ground. She didn't even bother picking it up as she walked towards the massive Hollow.

"And here I was hoping to have a normal night tonight. Guess not." Her shihakushō swished in the wind as she unsheathed her sword, Meigetsu. "At least I'll have a viable excuse for being late." The Hollow roared, swiping at her. "Let's go, bastard!"

禁断の愛

Grimmjow flopped onto his bed. There was nothing to do in Wako Mundo. He groaned, flinging an arm over his eyes. Puffing out his cheeks, he blew out a long sigh.

"I'm so fucking bored. There's not a damn thing to do around here!" His arm lifted slightly as an idea came to him. "I could go see Tora. No one's going to miss me for a night… maybe longer." He grinned, sitting up.

"Alright then!" Fully standing, he made sure no one was around before opening a portal to the World of the Living. He wasted no time in passing through it, arriving in Karakura Town. The second the portal opened, his eyes widened as he recognized a battling Spiritual Pressure. "Tora!" Using Sonído, he quickly made his way to her rescue.

禁断の愛

Tora grunted as her back made contact with the wall. Blood spattered from her lips as she slid down the cobblestones. Using her sword, she shakily stood. The Hollow laughed.

"You're still alive? You certainly are a glutton for punishment."

"Shut up!" Tora fully regained her feet. Twirling her blade, she leapt at the Hollow. Before she could impale his throat, he grabbed her, crushing her in his fingers. "Gah!" Tora coughed, blood trickling down her chin.

"Hm… what to do, what to do?" The Hollow greedily observed her. "Should I make you explode…" he squeezed his fingers to emphasize his point. Tora screamed as she felt something pop out of place. "Or should I just eat you now?" He began to lift her up, dangling her over his mouth.

"HEY!" The Hollow looked over at the voice. Through her daze, Tora focused on the owner. A slight smile pulled up at her bloodstained lips.

"Grimmjow…" The blue-haired Espada smirked.

"Hey babe. Need a little help?" Tora rolled her eyes, immediately regretting it as pain wracked her brain.

"Just shut up and get me out of here." Grimmjow shrugged, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"Kay." Before he could blink, the Hollow's arm had been severed. Grimmjow slid to a stop on the opposite roof, holding Pantera in one hand while cradling Tora to his chest with the other. He looked down at her, his smirk temporarily disappearing at the sight of her dislodged shoulder. It returned in time for her to look up at him. "You look like you've been through hell."

"And you're about to go through it if you don't get your hand off my chest." Grimmjow helped her up, waiting till she was on her feet to remove his hand. Tora glanced at him. "Where the hell've you been?"

"What? No kiss?"

"You expect me to kiss you after you just up and leave and don't come back for six months? Like hell!" In the background, the Hollow was screaming, holding his mutilated arm. Neither Espada nor Soul Reaper noticed. Grimmjow chuckled.

"I can't spend every minute with you, even if I want to. People would get suspicious." Tora sighed, turning away from him.

"Whatever. That doesn't give you an excuse." Walking up behind her, Grimmjow wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her uninjured shoulder.

"Tell you what. After I beat this punk's ass, I'll take you home and show you how sorry I am. But first…" He grabbed Meigetsu from her. "Let me borrow this. Hold this." He thrust Pantera into her hand.

As he turned around, the Hollow faced him. "You bastard! I'll get you for this!" Grimmjow chuckled darkly.

"I don't think so. You're going to pay for hurting my girl…" He began to glow as he released his reiatsu. "With your life." Tora sighed to herself, smiling as she watched her secret boyfriend of eighteen months slay the Hollow. Once he had severed the head… and just about every other extremity of the Hollow… from the body, Grimmjow returned to Tora. Her body was slung over his shoulder, along with her school bag.

"Here. Change back." Tora rolled her eyes, but did nonetheless. For the first time that night, Grimmjow allowed a concerned look to pass his face. "Are you okay?"

"Fine, just…" Tora hissed as she tried to move her arm. "I think my shoulder's dislocated." Grimmjow walked over, taking his blade from her. Sliding it back into its sheath, he placed his hands on her shoulder. "What are yo-OW! Dammit, Grimmjow! That hurt!"

"Tch. It's your fault for getting hurt in the first place."

"I didn't ask for your help you know."

"Do you ever!?" he barked, slamming her shoulder back into its socket. Tora shouted in pain, biting her lip. "If you weren't so careless, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Well excuse me!" Tora narrowed her eyes. "Like you have room to talk though. You get fatally injured all the time!"

"Yeah, but they don't kill me, do they!?" Grimmjow's eyes flashed. "If you had more talent you would have already achieved Shikai! Instead, you can barely use that toothpick of a blade!"

"Don't lecture me, Jaegerjaquez!"

"I can lecture you all I want, Kurosaki!" Grimmjow took his hand off her shoulder, using the other to rotate her arm. Tora gritted her teeth, her face twisting into a grimace of pain. Grimmjow's remained impassive as he helped her get feeling back into her arm. "In case you forgot, you are mine. That entitles me to keeping you safe."

"Entitles you!? As if!" Stepping back, he let Tora take over rotating her arm. Tora didn't meet his gaze. "Besides… if you're so adamant about keeping me safe… where were you for six months?" Grimmjow sighed. He leaned in, placing his nose on her neck.

"Look… I'm not going to apologize for yelling at you… but I am sorry for being away for so long." He buried his face further into her neck, feeling his body relax as her scent filled his nostrils. "Now get home so you can let me in." Tora sighed, letting her head rest on his.

"You're awfully bossy tonight."

"I'm going through Tora-withdrawal."

"Tora-withdrawal, huh?" Tora chuckled, turning her head to nuzzle Grimmjow's ear. "Alright. But… you're going to have to let me go in order for that to happen." Grimmjow sighed, reluctantly letting go of her waist. "See you in a little bit."

禁断の愛

Tora stuck her head in, looking around. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stepped into the Kurosaki clinic, quietly closing the door behind her. Once it clicked, she turned around. The extremely annoyed face of Ichigo met her.

"GAH!" Tora sprung back, pressing her back against the door she had just entered. After realizing who it was, she groaned, placing a hand over her chest. "Jiminy Christmas, Ichigo! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!?"

"Where were you?" Ichigo demanded. He crossed his arms over his chest. "You're so late."

"Well excuse me for keeping the town safe while you were Byakuya-knows-where." Ichigo's eyes narrowed. Tora sighed, shifting her bag to her other arm. "Look, I was delayed, alright? But I'm here, in one piece, and alive. So drop it."

"Where… Were… You?"

"Ugh, fine! I was fighting a Hollow, okay?!" Ichigo's eyes widened.

"What!? And it took you this long!?" He grabbed her shoulders, not noticing her wince of pain. "Was it an Espada?!"

"What!? No! Just a Menos!"

"Just a Menos, huh?" Ichigo sighed, stepping back. "Wait a minute! Just a Menos!? You went up against a Menos!?"

"I didn't have a choice, Ichigo! The thing practically landed on me!" Tora sighed, stepping forward to wrap her arms around Ichigo's waist. After a moment, he returned the hug. "Look, I appreciate you worrying about me. But you're my cousin, not my keeper, alright?"

"I worry. It's what I do Tora." Ichigo stepped back, placing a hand on her head. "Now get to bed."

"What do you think I came home to do?" Ichigo rolled his eyes, flicking her forehead.

"Get to bed, idiot."

"You too, smartass." Ignoring his flustering, Tora practically skipped up the stairs. Continuing the pace, she made it to her room at the end of the hall. Once she had locked her door and turned off her light, she opened her window. Immediately, Grimmjow jumped in.

"took you long enough."

"Shut up. I had to deal with Ichigo." Grimmjow's eyes widened. Part of him wanted to go out and start fighting, but the larger part of his heart told him to stay and protect Tora. He lay down on her bed, kicking off his boots. Stretching out, he let out a soft purr of pleasure. "You really are a cat."

"Shaddup." He stretched his arms above his head, flexing his fingers. "Your bed is just really comfortable." He closed his eyes, listening to her take off her clothes. A smirk twitched at his lips… one she obviously saw.

"Don't. Even. Think. About. It." He groaned, turning over on his side. His smirk grew at the sight of her bare back, littered with fading claw and bite marks. Courtesy of him, of course.

"Why not?" Tora pulled her shirt over her head, shaking her hair out. She turned, placing a hand on her hip.

"I just fought an Adjuchas, Grimmjow. I'm not in the mood." As soon as she was in range, Grimmjow reached out, pulling her down on top of him. Tora let out a little yelp of surprise.

"You know what they say right?" he was met with a raised eyebrow. "Pleasure is the best way to get rid of pain." Tora rolled her eyes, crossing her arms on his chest. She rested her chin on her forearms.

"I'm pretty sure you're the one that said that." Grimmjow chuckled, threading his fingers through her hair.

"That's why it's true." Tora hummed, lifting her eyes to the ceiling for emphasis.

"Um… no." Snickering, Grimmjow leaned up, catching her lips with his. Tora giggled softly, returning the kiss. Dropping her arms from his chest, she ran her hands over his toned muscles over his black T-shirt.

Grimmjow's chest rumbled with a suppressed purr. Rolling them over so he was on top, Grimmjow smirked at Tora's gasp when he pushed his tongue inside her mouth to entwine it with hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. He growled softly, leaving no inch of her mouth untouched. When his fingers traced the curve of her breast, Tora shivered with pleasure. Her body was screaming for more… more of him. And Grimmjow was more than happy to oblige.

Continuing to feel her body all the way down to her waist, Grimmjow sat up momentarily. Grabbing Pantera, he yanked it out of his belts, resting it against the bedside table. Once he had, he wasted no time in stripping of his jacket, throwing it on the floor somewhere. He immediately returned his hand to her body, relishing in the warmth and smoothness of her skin. Grabbing her leg, he lifted in up and over his waist, scraping the backs of his nails back down her thigh. Tora helped him with the other one, locking her legs behind his back.

Smirking down at her, Grimmjow leaned down again. This time, he bit her lip, tugging lightly. Tora's body reacted, her arms tightening around his neck. Her hands traced his broad shoulders, reveling in the lethal strength that rippled in his muscles.

Releasing her lip, Grimmjow nipped her cheek, making his way to her jawline. Following that up, he licked the shell of her ear. Tora's reaction was immediate. She gasped into his shoulder, vainly trying to hide the pleasure in her voice. Her body bucked up off the bed, her lower region violently colliding with his. Grimmjow let out a guttural groan, nipping the soft cartilage of her ear.

"Gri… Grimmjow…" In response, he ground harshly against her. They both moaned at the contact. Continuing to nip her ear, Grimmjow made his way down to her lobe, where a dark green earring adorned it. Grasping it with his teeth, he flicked his tongue under it. A large, pleasure filled moan passed Tora's lips. Grimmjow chuckled, lifting his head to give the other ear the same treatment, ending the same way.

The earrings were a gift he had given her on their one-year anniversary. He had promised himself that if they had made it that far, he would give her something. Something with a lot of meaning behind it. He couldn't think of anything better to give her than something made from his own body.

Each earring was made from a Garra de la Pantera.

When he leaned back this time, Grimmjow didn't go in for another kiss. Instead, he caressed her face with his fingers, tracing the gentle curve of her cheekbone. Tora stared up at him, her fingers playing with his hair. They stared into each other's eyes, not saying anything.

They hadn't met on the best of terms. Meaning, when she first saw him… he was trying to kill Ichigo. And he would have succeeded, had another Espada not come to collect him. Though Ichigo was spared that night, it wouldn't be long till they came to blows again.

When she next saw him, he had one less arm, but a heck of a lot more determination. That time, both she and Rukia had to step in in order to save Ichigo. Even though the latter was severely injured by him, Tora was able to hold him off until the same Espada, whom she heard him call Ulquiorra, once again came to get him. That time, as he left, he swore to find her, instead of Ichigo.

At the time, both thought it was just so he could fight her again.

The third time they saw each other, Tora was weeping over the body of her cousin. Ulquiorra had blown a hole right through his chest. Grimmjow would never admit it, but that was when he really started to fall for her. It only fueled his desire for Orihime to heal him.

While he was fighting Ichigo, Grimmjow couldn't help but think about what she would think of him, if he killed her cousin so soon after he was returned to life. In the end, that was probably why he didn't go as hard as he could have. In order to convince them otherwise, he used Desagarrón. Of course, he didn't put everything into it, but it was enough to convince the others. As he lay on the ground, he heard Ichigo call out to her, using her name.

After they returned to Karakura Town, Tora couldn't get him out of her head. It drove her nuts. Everywhere she went she saw traces of him. His hair, his smirk, his eyes… she saw that last part a lot. She was out on a midnight walk when she saw him… all of him.

He was standing on a roof, looking straight at her. She walked up to him, demanding to know why he was here. Like the smartass he was, he only smirked at her. As she opened her mouth to tell him exactly what she thought about that, he shut her up with a kiss, pinning her tongue with his.

Needless to say, that's how it all started.

They would sneak out whenever they could to meet each other. Since Tora was more adept at sensing Spiritual Pressure than Ichigo, it was easy for her to leave. Of course, Grimmjow needed no help in finding her. He usually found her before she could get to him.

What they did depended on the night. Sometimes they would fight Hollows, other times they would just hang out and talk. Still other times Grimmjow would wake her up in bed with a kiss. It was usually then that he would stay the night, and both would wake up without any clothes on.

Keeping their relationship was hard enough. It only worsened when Aizen came to Karakura Town to destroy it. Grimmjow and Tora purposely stayed away from each other on the battle field, but stayed close enough to keep tabs on the other. After the battle, and everyone had returned to their homes, Tora and Grimmjow met up and spent a night of fiery passion together. No words were said the whole time.

No words needed to be said.

The Soul Society had won the war. Karakura would be safe. Tora would be safe. And that was enough for Grimmjow.

Now, as he looked down at her, he couldn't believe how lucky he was. Even though he gave her a hard time and often called her names, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loved her. Before this, it was enough for him to show it. But now… after everything they had been through… he felt like he had to say it.

"Tora…"

"Yeah?" Grimmjow smiled gently at her. A real, genuine smile. His fingers gently traced her jaw, his thumb brushing across her lips.

"I love you." Tora gasped, her eyes widening.

"Re… Really? You do?"

"Yeah. I really do." To his surprise, Tora smirked.

"So… it only took you eighteen months to realize that? In which, may I remind you, we nearly died in a war, and almost got caught in bed countless times?" Grimmjow scowled.

"well excuse me. But, may I remind you…" He poked her nose. "You haven't said it either."

"That's because it's the man who is supposed to confess first." Grimmjow's eyes widened.

"Wait… first?"

"I love you too, baka neko." Grimmjow smiled, leaning down to gently kiss her lips. When they parted, an all too familiar glint shone in his eyes.

"Good. Now… about that whole 'in bed' thing…"

MUAHAHAHA! I'll leave the rest to your dirty minds. Hope you enjoyed!