All written works displayed are (C) K.E. Wright, excluding song lyrics in text.
I recognized the building we had been
dropped off in front of. It was the Tranquil Gardens, a local branch of a
pricey luxury hotel chain, not the kind you'd check into on just any old night.
Well, not the type a dancer in my pay bracket would check into
on any ordinary night.
Grimm walked straight up to the desk.
He was polite and smiled earnestly, and in return, he received a keycard to a
room. His smile was broad and happy as he returned to my side and led me to the
The doors slid open and we stepped
into the empty elevator. It took him only a moment to press the button for our
floor before he laced his fingers into my hair and kissed me. It was slow,
languid and smooth, like we had all of the time in the world ahead of us and
all he wanted to do was taste me. I couldn't help but return it, some of my
earlier fears falling away like shadows.
We didn't separate even when the
elevator chimed and the door opened. Grimm, mostly distracted by the sensuous
dance he'd drawn my tongue into, barely had enough common sense to check what
floor we were on and lead me to the room. I wasn't faring much better: all I
wanted was to get him naked and have my way with him.
His moan was soft but telling, and he
pulled away slowly, like it pained him to do so. With trembling fingers, he
slid the card into the lock and pulled the handle when the light turned green.
He held the door and gestured for me to enter the room before him.
It was dark inside the room. His
breath brushed my ear as he smoothly tied a cloth around my eyes.
"Don't peek, Spice," he murmured,
leading me into the room so he could close the door.
Without my sight, I was intensely
aware of the press of his body against mine. I took a deep, calming breath that
failed to do it's job.
I wasn't sure what he was up to, but
the tingle of anticipation in my stomach whispered to me, You'll
far, so good,
I told myself, trying not to trip over my own feet in my nervousness.
I had made arrangements with the staff
here to have a special meal in a private dining room, so I had dropped by the
desk to let them know we wouldn't be doing that tonight. Luckily, they were
very understanding about the matter. They'd handed me the keycard I'd left at
the desk after I'd made the proper arrangements in the room for tonight. I'd
been afraid that I would be so nervous that I would leave it somewhere.
I glanced at Renji and remembered what
I was supposed to be up to, although I did like the way he looked with a black
silk tie for a blindfold. Trying not to hurry, I flipped the light on so I
could light the two dozen or so candles I'd placed artfully around the suite.
Uncorking the wine took a few moments longer, but I went ahead and poured it
into the glasses. The strawberries were already out on the table and waiting. I
touched the play button on the stereo and soft piano love songs filled the
Returning to stand by Renji, I flipped
the lights off once more. The atmosphere was romantic and intimate, as I had
I nuzzled his cheek and untied the
blindfold slowly. The black silk fell away and I watched his eyes widen and his
jaw drop as he took in the scene I'd carefully prepared for him.
It wasn't the most beautiful word or
the most eloquent thing he could have said, yet I figured I would have been
just as pleased if he'd suddenly begun to spout sappy and romantic poetry.
This cheesy, romantic display straight
out of one of Rangiku's romance novels had rendered my lover speechless. I knew
that he found these kinds of things to be cheesy and over-used, but I hoped he
knew that all of this came straight from my heart.
I had trouble telling him I loved him
on a regular basis. It embarrassed me to say those words, even though they were
true. So I decided that maybe showing him would be the way to go: it wasn't
nearly as hard as trying to say it and not stutter.
I smiled at him and brushed my thumb
across his cheekbone. "Happy six-month anniversary, Renji," I told
him before pressing my lips to his for a brief moment.
My hands found his and I pulled him
toward the small, intimate table. For now, I wanted to spend the next half hour
feeding my lover wine and strawberries and plying him with sweet kisses. The
rest of the evening could worry about itself.
I thought I might drown in the
affection and love reflected in his eyes. Grimm knew just how to make me feel
special while somehow making me feel like an ass.
Fuck. How had I forgotten our
I mean, being with Grimm had
completely changed my life, all of it for the better. How could I not remember
how long the most important person in my life had been a part of it?
He pressed his finger to my lips.
"Spice, it's fine. Seriously."
That was something that had changed
over time. Grimm's ability to read me had greatly improved.
I opened my mouth and gave his finger
a leisurely, teasing lick.
Heat flared in his eyes and he
withdrew his finger, only to bring a strawberry to my lips.
A sensual smile pulled across my lips
and I bit into the fruit as seductively as I could manage.
My poor angel knew better than to
challenge me to these sorts of games, after all.
His answering smile was powerful and
potent as he leaned in and licked the strawberry juice off of my lips.
I amended my earlier opinion: perhaps I
needed to learn better than to challenge him to these sorts of games, since he
was getting so much better at playing them.
Then again, I liked our little
intimate games. Perhaps I would learn to challenge him more often, because
playing with him made things a lot more fun.