Soft kitty

Chapter 4...

........... Fire and ice...........

"Just breathe Grimm, common!".. Rukia cooed at him as though he were a mere child needing to be placated; how unfuckingbelievable. Her frigid ice had managed to touch even the deepest corners of his insides as soon as he had clasped the bracelet around his wrist. The feeling seconds ago painful, now welcoming, enticing as she continued to ease it's pressure beneath the flattened palms of her small delicate hands.

With one pressed against his bare chest, the other her own, something akin to magic grew between them both during this period. Like magnets Grimmjow's azules bore into her actions unblinking. The pain soon and thankfully subsided after a while, but this incoming wave of comfort he knew lied else where, and it most definitely, obviously had everything to do with her naked sex sinking onto his straining hard on. "God dam it kuchiki!" Enough was enough he reasoned with a strangled groan.

"What?" She froze in mid action. "Does it still hurt? "(￣ヘ￣;)

"Just hurry the fuck up and get off of me before i-" and queue the dramatic pause on both of their sides.

"Ohhhh"(＠_＠;)... Her astonishment came like a cold breeze, and not long after Grimmjow's own predicament overtook her body in waves for the feel of his rigidity slid comfortably atop her exposed sex; purely accidentally in case you were wondering. "I completely-"

"Just get off if you're finished already, least I find my self acting like a fucking fool! "

Harsh words indeed, especially after she'd managed to save his accursed life by siffining his pain through her own body. However, and she dared not utter it out loud, Grimm's uh-situation was probably her own doing. Shit, well not probably but actually. Had it not been for Shira whom traveled inwards their own dimension then her ice would have consumed the blunette's heart entirely before it made it's way to every other region of his exposed body. So yes- Rukia argued not her point and instead scrambled her ass off of his lap.

Groaning, stretching but still alive Grimmjow examined his gigai with out a mirror. Still sitting on the floor he felt his chest, his arms and head seemingly in a manner as though he'd just been possessed by a ghost or some sort. "Well, I'd say that was fun actually!"

"Fuck you!" Of all the nerves he had to make light of a quickly becoming situation as such . The last thing Rukia needed tonight was him adding more on top of her ever growing list of guilts by being his cool unpredictable self. She needed it not.

"Oh common baby you saved my life. Well technically you had too since you're the one whom-"

" What ever, are we cool or not?" Such an ass, she was beginning to lose count the amount of times she'd cursed him out like this in the last hour. Seriously, Jaggerjacks carried on with life in such a care free manner that he refused to acknowledge the severity of what had truly transpired moments ago with his body.

Sighing, Rukia's irritancy escaped not her breadth as she got to her feet and threaded a seemingly slow path towards his balcony; her mind fully engrossed in past pains Grimm figured. Small, pale hands came up around her midsection protectively; an act the blunette suspected of her trying to stave off the sudden cold that hung in the atmosphere. Reflected off of the glass doors were mirrored images of her self, him and the dull fire that struggled to keep it's flames from dancing into oblivion, into obscurity; much like what she feared her existence in this world might have tantamount to.

"Rukia?" The espada called out after a long painful pause in time. Still seated but his eyes never left her body and though the room remained illuminated beneath the glow of his fireplace, he missed nothing. Not the quivering of her petite frame, the angry clenching of small baled up fists, nor the light in her eyes dulling to a mere shadow of what they usually were. Such a travesty he reasoned for Rukia kuchiki nestled fire with in her. Grimm knew as much. Her zanpakuto might have been ice based but in her heart, her soul dwelt a sort of flame that first captivated his interest tonight. Visible in her twin purplesque orbs they drew him in with a lure that spoke of sadness, loneliness; and with his own miseries forgotten, Grimmjow Jaggerjacks found himself at a loss for the second time in his life.