Chapter 2:
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Renji:
Grimmjow was being unusually quiet.
I mean, I'll admit that sometimes he lets me blab on and on and on with little or no interaction, but this was different. He was drinking –which usually loosened his lips at least a little– but he still hadn't so much as said 'Hi' to me since I'd gotten off stage. Instead, he stared quietly at the whiskey in the glass he cradled in his hand and ignored my presence.
Well, I hadn't spoken: I had just walked up to the bar and took a seat next to him. But even Grimm would greet someone who came to sit by him normally.
"Hey, Grimm? I'm off now. Can we go home?" I asked softly.
As if he just realized I was there, he looked up, his pretty eyes meeting mine as though he was startled. "Oh. Yeah, sure." He tossed down enough money to cover his tab at the bar and leave a decent tip before rising to his feet.
He was still in his work clothes. The dark-blue pinstriped suit was perfectly tailored to his broad, muscled chest and his slender hips. The ivory shirt brought out the stripes in the suit and the dark blue tie brought out the darker shades of blue that hid in his eyes.
Grimm didn't get why seeing him dressed in his perfect suits was such a turn on for me. For me, it was quite simple. I made my living taking off my clothes, but what I loved best was taking off his suits and leaving the pressed, perfect shirt, jacket, and slacks in a heap on the floor as I drug him to the bedroom and had my way with him. There was something about reversing the normal circumstances that made me hotter than hell.
Without a word, he reached out and took my hand gently and led me toward the back door.
It was funny, but at a moment like this, it reminded me of that first night. He'd held my hand just like this, so gently, like I would jerk away or attack him if he let go. I remembered that he'd held it the entire way to his apartment, except when we'd kissed. Our first kiss had been gentle, the second hurried and hungry. I suddenly wondered if I could remember what building I had pressed him against to ravage his mouth that way.
He gave me a soft smile before bringing my hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it.
Well, he certainly didn't do that that first night! I thought to myself. It was kind of abnormal, but it was… good, like he was treasuring me, and I couldn't even open my mouth for fear of screwing up the situation.
When he pulled me through the back door, a car was waiting there for us. He opened the rear driver-side door for me, and I slid in, still trying to get a read on the situation. As he walked around the car to get in the on the passenger's side, I eyed the silhouette of the person in the driver's seat and tried to decide who it was. When he had slid into his seat and closed the door, his hand reached for mine again, and he held it in that same gentle manner.
I couldn't help but wonder if it was a special occasion as the driver pulled away. I mean, for him to stay dressed up in his impeccable suit, kiss my hand, and lead me into the back seat of a dark car, complete with a driver… well, in short, it was abnormal.
Grimm wasn't big on the whole romantic shtick, normally. He was tended to be fairly straight-forward and blunt, but I supposed he did hide some of the romance in his personality because I had never been overly fond of it. I'd always thought it was all so fake and cheesy. But with Grimm, it felt soul-deep and real, and I supposed that was why normal couples did things like this.
But I couldn't help but wonder if this big, showy act was to detach himself from me rather than to celebrate. And that thought latched onto my brain and festered for the entire car ride.
Grimmjow was being unusually quiet.
I mean, I'll admit that sometimes he lets me blab on and on and on with little or no interaction, but this was different. He was drinking –which usually loosened his lips at least a little– but he still hadn't so much as said 'Hi' to me since I'd gotten off stage. Instead, he stared quietly at the whiskey in the glass he cradled in his hand and ignored my presence.
Well, I hadn't spoken: I had just walked up to the bar and took a seat next to him. But even Grimm would greet someone who came to sit by him normally.
"Hey, Grimm? I'm off now. Can we go home?" I asked softly.
As if he just realized I was there, he looked up, his pretty eyes meeting mine as though he was startled. "Oh. Yeah, sure." He tossed down enough money to cover his tab at the bar and leave a decent tip before rising to his feet.
He was still in his work clothes. The dark-blue pinstriped suit was perfectly tailored to his broad, muscled chest and his slender hips. The ivory shirt brought out the stripes in the suit and the dark blue tie brought out the darker shades of blue that hid in his eyes.
Grimm didn't get why seeing him dressed in his perfect suits was such a turn on for me. For me, it was quite simple. I made my living taking off my clothes, but what I loved best was taking off his suits and leaving the pressed, perfect shirt, jacket, and slacks in a heap on the floor as I drug him to the bedroom and had my way with him. There was something about reversing the normal circumstances that made me hotter than hell.
Without a word, he reached out and took my hand gently and led me toward the back door.
It was funny, but at a moment like this, it reminded me of that first night. He'd held my hand just like this, so gently, like I would jerk away or attack him if he let go. I remembered that he'd held it the entire way to his apartment, except when we'd kissed. Our first kiss had been gentle, the second hurried and hungry. I suddenly wondered if I could remember what building I had pressed him against to ravage his mouth that way.
He gave me a soft smile before bringing my hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it.
Well, he certainly didn't do that that first night! I thought to myself. It was kind of abnormal, but it was… good, like he was treasuring me, and I couldn't even open my mouth for fear of screwing up the situation.
When he pulled me through the back door, a car was waiting there for us. He opened the rear driver-side door for me, and I slid in, still trying to get a read on the situation. As he walked around the car to get in the on the passenger's side, I eyed the silhouette of the person in the driver's seat and tried to decide who it was. When he had slid into his seat and closed the door, his hand reached for mine again, and he held it in that same gentle manner.
I couldn't help but wonder if it was a special occasion as the driver pulled away. I mean, for him to stay dressed up in his impeccable suit, kiss my hand, and lead me into the back seat of a dark car, complete with a driver… well, in short, it was abnormal.
Grimm wasn't big on the whole romantic shtick, normally. He was tended to be fairly straight-forward and blunt, but I supposed he did hide some of the romance in his personality because I had never been overly fond of it. I'd always thought it was all so fake and cheesy. But with Grimm, it felt soul-deep and real, and I supposed that was why normal couples did things like this.
But I couldn't help but wonder if this big, showy act was to detach himself from me rather than to celebrate. And that thought latched onto my brain and festered for the entire car ride.
Grimmjow:
I had hoped that Renji would get off earlier tonight, but I had to take what life handed me. It was too late for us to eat the romantic dinner I'd wanted to have with him, so it would be best to just go up to the room I'd reserved just for the occasion. We might order a light meal from room service, but eating a hearty meal at 10:00 pm was just asking to stay up until 4:00 am.
Renji was oddly silent beside me. Concerned, I traced small circles on his hand until he looked up at me. “Hey, Spice,” I greeted him softly, smiling.
My sweet, provocative lover did the one thing I would have never, ever predicted. He blushed, his face turning about the same shade of red as his hair. He mumbled something and I reached out and cupped his cheek.
“What's the special occasion?” he asked.
It figured he wouldn't remember. I was the romantic fool in the relationship, after all. "I'll tell you later, Spice. Feel free to guess, if you'd like," I teased, leaning over and lightly, teasingly, brushing my lips against his.
Granz pulled the car up to the curb of the hotel. When the car came to a gentle stop, he put it in park and turned to look at me, his long blond hair moving more than he did. “Here we are, boss.”
I nodded slowly, reaching for the handle and opening my own door. Slipping out quickly, I rounded the car and opened Renji's door with a smile. Renji climbed out, looking almost shy.
I nodded toward Granz. "I'll see you on Monday, then, Yylfordt."
He sneered. "If you're limping, I'll lose all of my respect for you."
I froze that sneer with an icy glare and a low growl. "Granz, trust me: I have no problem maintaining your respect, but you might want to work on maintaining mine."
Yet the instant my lover gazed at me, I melted easily and took his hand once more, leading him into the luxurious hotel where we would be holing up this weekend.
I was amazed how relaxed I was at the moment. All the time I'd spent planning and stressing and worrying over every little detail all faded into a comfortable nothing when I had his hand in mine.
The rough part is coming up. Better enjoy the easy parts while you can, I mocked myself.
I had hoped that Renji would get off earlier tonight, but I had to take what life handed me. It was too late for us to eat the romantic dinner I'd wanted to have with him, so it would be best to just go up to the room I'd reserved just for the occasion. We might order a light meal from room service, but eating a hearty meal at 10:00 pm was just asking to stay up until 4:00 am.
Renji was oddly silent beside me. Concerned, I traced small circles on his hand until he looked up at me. “Hey, Spice,” I greeted him softly, smiling.
My sweet, provocative lover did the one thing I would have never, ever predicted. He blushed, his face turning about the same shade of red as his hair. He mumbled something and I reached out and cupped his cheek.
“What's the special occasion?” he asked.
It figured he wouldn't remember. I was the romantic fool in the relationship, after all. "I'll tell you later, Spice. Feel free to guess, if you'd like," I teased, leaning over and lightly, teasingly, brushing my lips against his.
Granz pulled the car up to the curb of the hotel. When the car came to a gentle stop, he put it in park and turned to look at me, his long blond hair moving more than he did. “Here we are, boss.”
I nodded slowly, reaching for the handle and opening my own door. Slipping out quickly, I rounded the car and opened Renji's door with a smile. Renji climbed out, looking almost shy.
I nodded toward Granz. "I'll see you on Monday, then, Yylfordt."
He sneered. "If you're limping, I'll lose all of my respect for you."
I froze that sneer with an icy glare and a low growl. "Granz, trust me: I have no problem maintaining your respect, but you might want to work on maintaining mine."
Yet the instant my lover gazed at me, I melted easily and took his hand once more, leading him into the luxurious hotel where we would be holing up this weekend.
I was amazed how relaxed I was at the moment. All the time I'd spent planning and stressing and worrying over every little detail all faded into a comfortable nothing when I had his hand in mine.
The rough part is coming up. Better enjoy the easy parts while you can, I mocked myself.