Soft kitty

Chapter.5........

.............What do we do now?............

No one, ever quite saw the beauty behind a risen sun that refuses to bow under the hazy drapes of rain drops. Such an inspiring prelude of a show that titles 'THE START OF A NEW DAY'. Intriguing, splendid, breath taking as brilliant colours of tapestry yellows and dimming glints of dying oranges maped what seemed like the beginning an eeri morning.

Indeed splendid, but our two main protagonists hadn't the slightest clue of such wonders which splayed itself across the sky at the moment. Why.... Well the answer lied indoors, behind glassed balconies and through thick ridges of concret; behind undrawn curtains and under dim golden lights. Beneath these barriers two bodies layed entertiwnd with each others, completely naked and hot; sweaty, panting, moaning as the dawn of a new day greets the city of Karakura.

Grimmjow's phone signaled five am sharp, it's tone peicering under the surrounding silence; it's sound almost none existent under the harmonious tunes of him and Kuchiki's duet.

"Grimm!" The shinigami cried with hands clutching soft chunks of Wholly rug. Face down, ass up, back arched and hips on an automated rhythm, each time the former Espada connects to her opening, sounds of slapping skin filled the room. They started around four thirty am with Grimmjow having been awakened by the pleasurable sensation of his dick being sucked into a sleek moist vacuum. He'd spent Five undisturbed minuets of dfriting into heaven before yanking the covers off, only to discover little miss kuchiki's bobbing head on his shaft.

Not another word, no sound but a beastly groan before one large hand aggressively pressed her head further down, bringing forth painful cries of chokes and a face so infinitely cute, so fucking adorable as tear filled amethyst eyes stared back at him with murder written behind it's leer. Such fire this one. Such heat and passion this one, he thought.

"What the fuck are you doing princess? "

Fragile looking fingers made to wipe at the sides of her plump pink lips before their owner came to sit atop him. "Exactly what it looks like. Ever heard of an early morning blow Grimm-kun?" Rukia was beaming with self confidence and an unhealthy amount of arrogance, just as a Kuchiki's should. She mapped her fingers across his chest in an upward motion, knowing dam well how dangerously feral his gaze fell, until she took his left nipple between the folds of her fingers. The sensation painfully erotic as his eyes rolled all the way back. Gestures of a cracked up Buffon she rekonned, expect she was the crack and him, the Buffon.

"Oh common Now, you're a big boy Grimm-kun", a smirk even as twin sets of canines shone at her with the appetite of tiger. " Does that turn you on Grimm-kun? "....... Rukia kuchiki never played fair amongst her friends when it came to games. But games between lovers, better yet, bedmates for the night.... Well, fairness ceased to be a notion and altogether a word. And with him, former Espada Grimmjow Jaggerjacks, fair had never been a part of his world to begin with.

"Careful princess. I have no idea how lover boy plays, but I on the other hand", he hissed while grabbing her hips for she was purposely pressing into him in the most tantalizing of ways. "Will devour every fucking inch of you"

Rukia's breadth verbally and visibly caught. Tiny beads of gooseflesh with out her permission rose to full bloom as danger, the sweet kind whispered it's intentions so blatantly. For all the sex they had during the night, the morning after seemed even more filled with unspoken promises that what ever hidden inhabitions she kept to her self hours past, flew right out the dam door. Last night was a disaster, pre Grimm, but because of his untimely, unplanned, unasked intervention, it astonishingly evolved into quite a night to remember.