Sweet Naivety

Chapter 50: Mine

Chapter 50: Mine

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I was in a bit of a predicament after our bath... seeing as I didn't have any clothes to change into. And I didn't want to put back on the same clothes that I had worn the day before. Grimmjow had laughed at the expression that I had given him when he handed me a shirt from his closet. I mean, I couldn't exactly go home wearing nothing but his shirt. But he told me that I could use his washer and dryer to wash my clothes... so I only had to wear his shirt long enough to do my laundry, which was certainly preferable to putting back on a pair of used underwear and the dress that had spent the night on the floor. And his shirt did cover everything... it was long-sleeved and button up, so I had to roll the sleeves up so that they wouldn't slip past my hands. But it felt weird to be walking around in his shirt without anything else on... even if it did go down past my mid-thighs... I wasn't used to not having any underwear!

I threw my clothes into the washing machine and started it up. When I turned around, Grimmjow was leaning against the doorway and watching me with a smirk on his face, his chest still bare and only wearing his sleeping pants. I blushed at the lewd expression on his face.

"You look so fucking sexy, babe." He rumbled, his smirk stretching wider across his jaw as his bright blue eyes raked up and down my body.

My stomach was in delightful knots, my skin heated and flushed with the attention. "You make me nervous when you look at me like that." I admitted sheepishly, nearly folding in on myself.

He just chuckled, walking into the little room and backing me up against the washing machine. "You're just too fucking perfect, babe." He murmured as he reached out for me. His hands landed on my waist before trailing down to my hips. His piercing blue eyes were set on my timid green gaze and I swear I was melting just from his smolder. And if his eyes weren't enough, the grin on his face was leaving me breathless. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my ear, his warm breath fluttering over my skin and making me shiver. "And you're all mine."

I gasped in surprise when he lifted me up and sat me on the washing machine, lifting my hands to brace myself by holding onto his biceps.

"You know that, don't you?" He mumbled, brushing his lips over my skin until they were hovering over mine. His blue eyes were blazing and intense as they searched my confused face. "You know that you're mine, right?"

I nodded, still breathless and caught off guard. "Y-Yes, Grimmjow." I managed to stutter out, my voice barely a whisper.

"Say it." He insisted, his fingers tightening their grasp on my hips. "Say that you're mine."

I chewed on my lip for a moment as I tried to process what was going on. I traced my fingers over the warm skin of his arms and to his chest, observing the definition of his muscles and trying to catch my breath as I gathered my thoughts. Of course... I was his, wasn't I? I mean, I was his girlfriend, after all... and now, well, it felt like we were so much more. I had certainly given him a part of me that no one else had ever had. "I'm yours, Grimmjow." I murmured, gathering the nerve to look him in the eye again. "Of course, I'm yours." It seemed so simple, really. "And you're mine, right?"

The grin stretched back across his angular jaw, wide and so very attractive. "Hell yeah, babe." He gave me a wet kiss, his lips not parting from mine as he continued to speak. "I'm all fucking yours and you're all fucking mine."

I couldn't help but smile as our mouths met in a hot, engaging kiss. Our tongues tangled and I was lost in him. His hands crept over my thighs, his skin warm against mine, before they made their way beneath my borrowed shirt. And then his fingers stroked over my warmth, feeling the wetness that was already spreading there. My skin was burning and flushed, my heart hammering against my chest. Things certainly were different, now... I wasn't scared of where things would lead anymore, because now I knew... I knew about the near-unimaginable pleasure that we could experience... the love that we could express... and I trusted him completely.