Sweet Naivety

Chapter 11: Come A Little Closer

Chapter 11: Come A Little Closer

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Grimmjow had finished his cigarette and was waiting in the car. I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. He had the radio tuned to a rock station.

He gave me a smirk as I buckled myself in. "Ready, babe?"

I glared at him. "I'll be ready when you stop calling me babe."

He chuckled, but put the car into drive either way. And then I heard my favorite Cage the Elephant song come on, and I'm not even ashamed to say that I freaked out a little.

"Oh, Grimmjow! Can we turn it up? Please?!" I begged him.

And he laughed, but he turned it up for me.

I sang along happily, totally forgetting how nervous I was to be in this confined space with him...

Come a little closer, then you'll see
Things aren't always what they seem to be

Do you understand the things that you've been seeing?
Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming?

Heartbreaks... The heavy world's upon your shoulders
Will we burn or just smolder?
Somehow I know I'll find you there
Oh, I wanna see if you can change it
Still I know I'll see you there

Come a little closer, then you'll see
Things aren't always that they seem to be
Do you understand the things that you've been seeing?
Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming?
Come a little closer, then you'll see

I kept singing until the song was over, totally oblivious to the way that Grimmjow was watching me. When the song was over, he turned the radio back down so that he could talk.

"So you sing, huh?" He smirked at me.

I shrugged at him, avoiding eye contact. "I just love music."

He leaned in close to me. "Well you sound amazing."

I was about to tell him to keep his eyes on the road, but I realized that he had already parked the car... and we were outside of the café. I blushed as I unbuckled, wondering just how lost I had gotten into the song... I looked up at Grimmjow, trying to figure out what to say to him, but he was still leaning in. And before I could think of anything, his lips touched mine. His hand lifted to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer... and I kissed him back. My heart was fluttering, beating heavily in my chest. His other hand landed on my leg, caressing the bare skin of my thigh that was left exposed by my short uniform skirt. When his tongue brushed across my lips, I opened my mouth to meet his tongue with mine. And then I wrinkled my nose and pulled away.

"You taste like cigarettes..." I mumbled at him.

He gave a breathy laugh. "You'll get over it." Then he pulled me back to him, shoving his tongue into my mouth in spite of my protest.

And I did get over it... I could still taste the bitterness of tobacco and nicotine... but the feel of his tongue moving against mine... and sweeping around in my mouth... it was just too pleasant to resist. I was so distracted by it that I barely noticed his hand sliding further up my leg. But when his fingers made their way beneath my skirt, I was quick to grab his hand and push it away. He laughed into the kiss, taking my hand and pulling it up to rest on his shoulder. Then he moved his hand to my waist, pulling my body closer to his. He nibbled on my lip, and a moan slipped out of my mouth, surprising me. Just how the hell was he able to do this to me?