Chapter 7:
All written works displayed are (C) K.E. Wright, excluding song lyrics in text.
Grimmjow:
I awoke to daylight streaming through my windows and realized I'd forgotten to set my alarm. Thank God it was Saturday, because I wasn't sure how well I could walk, even though he'd been gentler that I'd asked him to be.
Holy hell, had I really been as wanton as I remembered? I blushed at the memories that flooded through me and found myself ready for more. When did I become a sex-starved fiend, exactly? I wondered to myself, wondering if my own lecherous thoughts had summoned a blush to my cheeks or if I was getting used to them already.
I tried to move, only to have pain scream through me and the redhead beside me tighten his arm round my waist, muttering something incoherent as he shifted toward me, his luscious crimson locks falling about his beautiful face. And all thoughts of retreating evaporated from my head.
Then I felt him let go of me. Shifting, he sat up to look at me. "Good morning, Grimmjow."
I looked back at him and stretched slightly, careful not to jar the area at the base of my spine. " 'Morning, Spice," I purred back, smiling at him.
He smiled at the nickname, then asked, "Where's the bathroom?"
I couldn't help but smile back at him, even as I pointed across my bedroom at the closed door closest to my wardrobe.
He smiled wordlessly and slid off my bed. Bending down, he brushed his lips across mine, teasing me enough to con my body into wrapping my arms around his neck without consulting my brain. Suddenly, the strong arms that had been wrapped around me affectionately lifted me and carried me toward the bathroom with him.
"Wh-wha-What are you doing?" I demanded, somehow combining stuttering and sputtering.
His answering smile was soft, tender in a way I'd never seen before. As if he really worried about me. "I'm taking care of you," he replied. "It's kind of my fault you're hurting."
Scowling at the thought of being treated like I was some fragile girl, I punched his chest. "You responded to my actions, my words. And heaven knows, you were gentler than I asked you to be."
He shrugged. "Fighting with me over it isn't going to make your ass hurt any less, Angel." He set me down –on my feet, proving that he did have some survival instinct in there somewhere– in the shower stall and climbed in front of me to fiddle with the faucets.
My eyes fell to his perfectly shaped ass and I fought back the urge to cup it's fullness in my hands and kiss the back of his neck. And by 'fought back the urge', I mean I blushed horribly at the lecherous thoughts I was beating back with a baseball bat.
As the water began to fall over his wild crimson hair, rivulets streaming down his face, he pulled me to him and proceeded to kiss me until I was breathless, senseless, and teeming with the thoughts I'd just beaten down. The hot water slid down my face, too, but all I knew was that Renji tasted sweeter than any man had a right to prior to brushing his teeth.
We separated to catch our breath, then came back together like two opposite magnets. His kiss was intense even as his hands moved behind him, then behind me in an effort to locate the bottle of shampoo.
Okay, so all the shower sex fantasies running through my mind would have to be postponed by reason of the actual intention to emerge clean. Damn it. We separated slowly and he came up triumphantly with my shampoo. He squeezed a small amount into his hand, then passed the bottle to me before he set about washing my hair, massaging my scalp with his fingertips in a way that practically had me purring. The entire bathroom filled with the soft scent of raspberries.
I squeezed a larger quantity of shampoo into my hand, knowing the right amount because at one point I'd kept my hair that long. And I made him turn around, stopping the increasingly pleasurable feel of his fingertips on my scalp in favor of sliding my hands deep into the crimson silk of his hair. I worked the shampoo into his hair slowly, massaging his scalp with my fingertips until his head was covered in suds and he was releasing rather distracting mewls of pleasure.
Slowly, I untangled my hands from his hair and turned him around once more to slide my arms around his neck and drag his lips down to mine, gently urging him backwards until with both stood under the spray. He kissed me back hurriedly, hungrily, and I recalled from last night just how sensitive his scalp was. Smiling against his mouth, I kissed his back ardently, meeting him stroke for stroke even as my hands slid down his chest to tweak his nipples, then roll them between my forefingers and my thumbs. He growled into my mouth, far too distracted to even consider looking for the conditioner.
I found the bottle myself, knowing just how hellacious my own hair was without conditioner and knowing his would also be better for it. Stepping back, I drew him away from the spray with me. Then I drew back again, ignoring his little sound for now and squeezing the red bottle of conditioner until I knew I had enough for his mane. I handed him the bottle before I turned him around again so I could massage the conditioner into his hair.
He chuckled. " 'Long-Term Relationship'?" he read from the bottle.
"It's for long hair, Spice. I'm growing mine. Besides, it smells like raspberries and it has silk extracts," I returned. Surprisingly, none of it came out sounding defensive. Silently, I worked the remaining amount into the length of his hair, coating it as I wondered if would wait long enough for it to do any good.
And then he turned me around to return the favor, his fingers dancing on my scalp and actually making me purr like a happy house cat.
Knowing him, he probably started smiling as soon as I started purring. "Are you my sex kitten, Grimmjow?" he asked, his tone both teasing and seductive.
"For as long as you want me, Spice," I returned teasingly as I leaned into his touch.
He nuzzled my neck, caressing it with his warm breath before licking the sensitive flesh. "How does forever sound, Angel?" he asked softly.
I… I didn't know what to say if he was serious. But I couldn't help but moan under his ministrations, allowing me time to at least come up with an acceptable response. "Like heaven," I purred back, playfully.
God only knew when he'd untangled his hands from my hair, but suddenly his arms slid around me and clasped me to him gently. "I love you, Grimmjow."
"W-what?"
He pressed his face into the curve of my neck and I realized then that he was blushing. Renji, who had no problem strutting his stuff on stage in almost nothing, was blushing. "I love you."
A tender smile pulled across my lips and I wanted so badly to kiss him, to touch him, to make him look at me when I replied. "Renji," I started, turning my head to look at the face buried in my neck. "Look at me, Spice."
He lifted his head, the blush still evident on his cheeks.
I turned in his arms and kissed his lips softly. "I love you, too, Renji."
He allowed me to turn completely, to look into his smoldering red-brown eyes even while the blush still lingered on his cheeks. He gave me a seductive smile. "What are you going to do to prove that claim, Angel mine?" he asked, as if he could read my mind, could see my desperate want to love him in the same way he had loved me last night.
I smiled. "I'm going to love you," I told him, the heat in my tone implying that I meant a very physical love.
His dark eyes glimmered with heat.
So he accepted my intentions, which was step one. Step two was figuring out what in the hell I was going to do with the beautiful red-head at my mercy.
I awoke to daylight streaming through my windows and realized I'd forgotten to set my alarm. Thank God it was Saturday, because I wasn't sure how well I could walk, even though he'd been gentler that I'd asked him to be.
Holy hell, had I really been as wanton as I remembered? I blushed at the memories that flooded through me and found myself ready for more. When did I become a sex-starved fiend, exactly? I wondered to myself, wondering if my own lecherous thoughts had summoned a blush to my cheeks or if I was getting used to them already.
I tried to move, only to have pain scream through me and the redhead beside me tighten his arm round my waist, muttering something incoherent as he shifted toward me, his luscious crimson locks falling about his beautiful face. And all thoughts of retreating evaporated from my head.
Then I felt him let go of me. Shifting, he sat up to look at me. "Good morning, Grimmjow."
I looked back at him and stretched slightly, careful not to jar the area at the base of my spine. " 'Morning, Spice," I purred back, smiling at him.
He smiled at the nickname, then asked, "Where's the bathroom?"
I couldn't help but smile back at him, even as I pointed across my bedroom at the closed door closest to my wardrobe.
He smiled wordlessly and slid off my bed. Bending down, he brushed his lips across mine, teasing me enough to con my body into wrapping my arms around his neck without consulting my brain. Suddenly, the strong arms that had been wrapped around me affectionately lifted me and carried me toward the bathroom with him.
"Wh-wha-What are you doing?" I demanded, somehow combining stuttering and sputtering.
His answering smile was soft, tender in a way I'd never seen before. As if he really worried about me. "I'm taking care of you," he replied. "It's kind of my fault you're hurting."
Scowling at the thought of being treated like I was some fragile girl, I punched his chest. "You responded to my actions, my words. And heaven knows, you were gentler than I asked you to be."
He shrugged. "Fighting with me over it isn't going to make your ass hurt any less, Angel." He set me down –on my feet, proving that he did have some survival instinct in there somewhere– in the shower stall and climbed in front of me to fiddle with the faucets.
My eyes fell to his perfectly shaped ass and I fought back the urge to cup it's fullness in my hands and kiss the back of his neck. And by 'fought back the urge', I mean I blushed horribly at the lecherous thoughts I was beating back with a baseball bat.
As the water began to fall over his wild crimson hair, rivulets streaming down his face, he pulled me to him and proceeded to kiss me until I was breathless, senseless, and teeming with the thoughts I'd just beaten down. The hot water slid down my face, too, but all I knew was that Renji tasted sweeter than any man had a right to prior to brushing his teeth.
We separated to catch our breath, then came back together like two opposite magnets. His kiss was intense even as his hands moved behind him, then behind me in an effort to locate the bottle of shampoo.
Okay, so all the shower sex fantasies running through my mind would have to be postponed by reason of the actual intention to emerge clean. Damn it. We separated slowly and he came up triumphantly with my shampoo. He squeezed a small amount into his hand, then passed the bottle to me before he set about washing my hair, massaging my scalp with his fingertips in a way that practically had me purring. The entire bathroom filled with the soft scent of raspberries.
I squeezed a larger quantity of shampoo into my hand, knowing the right amount because at one point I'd kept my hair that long. And I made him turn around, stopping the increasingly pleasurable feel of his fingertips on my scalp in favor of sliding my hands deep into the crimson silk of his hair. I worked the shampoo into his hair slowly, massaging his scalp with my fingertips until his head was covered in suds and he was releasing rather distracting mewls of pleasure.
Slowly, I untangled my hands from his hair and turned him around once more to slide my arms around his neck and drag his lips down to mine, gently urging him backwards until with both stood under the spray. He kissed me back hurriedly, hungrily, and I recalled from last night just how sensitive his scalp was. Smiling against his mouth, I kissed his back ardently, meeting him stroke for stroke even as my hands slid down his chest to tweak his nipples, then roll them between my forefingers and my thumbs. He growled into my mouth, far too distracted to even consider looking for the conditioner.
I found the bottle myself, knowing just how hellacious my own hair was without conditioner and knowing his would also be better for it. Stepping back, I drew him away from the spray with me. Then I drew back again, ignoring his little sound for now and squeezing the red bottle of conditioner until I knew I had enough for his mane. I handed him the bottle before I turned him around again so I could massage the conditioner into his hair.
He chuckled. " 'Long-Term Relationship'?" he read from the bottle.
"It's for long hair, Spice. I'm growing mine. Besides, it smells like raspberries and it has silk extracts," I returned. Surprisingly, none of it came out sounding defensive. Silently, I worked the remaining amount into the length of his hair, coating it as I wondered if would wait long enough for it to do any good.
And then he turned me around to return the favor, his fingers dancing on my scalp and actually making me purr like a happy house cat.
Knowing him, he probably started smiling as soon as I started purring. "Are you my sex kitten, Grimmjow?" he asked, his tone both teasing and seductive.
"For as long as you want me, Spice," I returned teasingly as I leaned into his touch.
He nuzzled my neck, caressing it with his warm breath before licking the sensitive flesh. "How does forever sound, Angel?" he asked softly.
I… I didn't know what to say if he was serious. But I couldn't help but moan under his ministrations, allowing me time to at least come up with an acceptable response. "Like heaven," I purred back, playfully.
God only knew when he'd untangled his hands from my hair, but suddenly his arms slid around me and clasped me to him gently. "I love you, Grimmjow."
"W-what?"
He pressed his face into the curve of my neck and I realized then that he was blushing. Renji, who had no problem strutting his stuff on stage in almost nothing, was blushing. "I love you."
A tender smile pulled across my lips and I wanted so badly to kiss him, to touch him, to make him look at me when I replied. "Renji," I started, turning my head to look at the face buried in my neck. "Look at me, Spice."
He lifted his head, the blush still evident on his cheeks.
I turned in his arms and kissed his lips softly. "I love you, too, Renji."
He allowed me to turn completely, to look into his smoldering red-brown eyes even while the blush still lingered on his cheeks. He gave me a seductive smile. "What are you going to do to prove that claim, Angel mine?" he asked, as if he could read my mind, could see my desperate want to love him in the same way he had loved me last night.
I smiled. "I'm going to love you," I told him, the heat in my tone implying that I meant a very physical love.
His dark eyes glimmered with heat.
So he accepted my intentions, which was step one. Step two was figuring out what in the hell I was going to do with the beautiful red-head at my mercy.