Soft kitty

chapter 13

SO?"...... Mounting tension got heavier and heavier with every ticking second, but luckily, the ice began to thaw a little. Just where the fuck, was this level of ungainlinesss after they'd done the unscrupulous deed?

"Hey, is that mine?". Jaggerjacks forcefully tugged at her shirt's hem, yet his grin remained as one of impish and ungodly with twin canines glinting under the room's cheap ass hazy glow. 'Jesus christ', she admitted to her self.

Weeks had already expired since their unplanned meeting; that clearly should have been enough for them both, but that leer this unholy bastard threw her way, definitely cemented the fact that he was about to get her in all kinds of wanted mischief.

"We-well-" Little miss Kuchiki hadn't meant to fumble her words, but blame this minor laps in what should have been one of those quick witted come backs, on her finally feeling the strain from standing around for so long; and with a slight fever tingling beneath her skin like dying embers of an evenin's fire.

Speaking of fevers, since when had it gotten so chilly? Almost painfully, she struggled to wrap more of Grimm's oversized shirt around her barren legs, feeling a sudden ache in her limbs that wasn't there before. But faster than her brain's current ability to realize what was happening, Jaggerjacks had already swooped her up in one go, and gently laid her down.

Dam it, he really did have a nasty little penchant for acting out on a whim. Panicking but lacking the energy to properly protest, there really was nothing more Rukia could have done to aid her cause, therefore she simply went along with his spontaneous procession.

Obviously these acts of his seemed romantic and all, which she thought was way beneath a creature of his uh-brazen stature. But if only she hadn't chosen today of all fucking days to donne that embarrasing flower patterened blanket she had tucked in the far Region's of her and Ichigo's shared closset.

Colour her paranoid at this point but the very last thing Rukia needed Grimmjow seeing was her vulnerable girly side. She figured he'd already seen enough of that the weeks prior.

"Do i make you nervous, Rukia?". This mother fucker.

"Is that a trick question?"

The devil grinned under his breadth. This wasnt nearly enough to mess with her already foible reasonings, yet still, Rukia was hesitatant with her answer only because her brain kicked in, and immeditaely warned her against playing into this bastard's game; the sheer tease he was.

Her slutty desposoition, even though she'd rather die than admit to her self, sick or not, begged like a lascivious whore; wanton and ready at the edge of her seat for what ever miniscule ounce of pleasure this blue headed sex machine offered. 

It seemed one night was just enough to bring her to her knees, despite those small lingerings of hers and Ichigo's past entanglents. They both knew she wasnt over it as yet. Not even close to blocking out that panicked expression his beautiful face wore the night he left her in search of Orihime; pained confession and all.

Speaking of faces, Grimm's perplexed
furrowing drew her thoughts away from its current down hill drop. Gods above, he could be so callous and childish at the same time, yet some how still manage to show just a sliver of compassion towards her cause; or perhaps he was thinking with his dick? who knows when it comes to him.

"You havent answered my question as yet, Princess. Do i make you nervous some how?"

"Welll considering the events and circumstances of our last meet and greet, nervous should be the only thing im feeling right now"

"Oh, then pray do tell, little noble", she sneered at his crude nickname. "What else am i capable of making you feel?"

Rukia's breathy intake should have been all the answer he needed but no, the damned devil demanded words, maybe a signed contract while she was at it. "Are we talking about what i feel now that we're here laying next to each other under Urahara's roof, or about that night when we- well you know what we did?"