The Dance of Sex & Love

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - Biting, Marking, Overstimulation

A/N: It's everyone's favorite asshole! <3 <3 I truly do hope you guys enjoy this one. I was almost confused on how to write this rip me. Hope y'all enjoy!

Songs: Fool of You by Melttt, You Say I'm In Love by Bane's World, All Mine by Plaza

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It wasn't often that you were able to get a day off from your jobs. With working a diner in the early morning to afternoon, and working the front desk of a run-down motel used for hook-ups until nightfall, it wasn't often that anybody was willing to take over for your shifts when the need would arise.

At first, you hadn't minded it. You hadn't minded working for the diner in the early morning, you hadn't minded working at the run-down hotel until the moon was high in the sky, and you hadn't minded the obligation both jobs called for. However, after beginning to date Grimmjow, there was a strain beginning to form.

You wanted to spend more time with Grimmjow and be the affectionate girlfriend you wanted to be for him, but your jobs were relentless for your attention. You had been tempted to just bring Grimmjow along for your night job, but you knew that your boss wouldn't enjoy him being there.

After all, you were still working despite the job being incredibly slow. Moreover, you weren't really sure how you would feel with Grimmjow seeing all of the sex workers in their work clothes, no matter how good and beautiful a lot of the workers were.

You were a loving girlfriend, and you didn't really have many restrictions on the relationship...but you did tend to get a bit jealous at times. It was only natural, after all. Grimmjow was gorgeous and had the prettiest eyes that you had ever seen. He was built like a god, and only the heavens knew that Grimmjow believed he was one.

He was arrogant, but beneath that hardened exterior made of raw power and the instinct to survive, there was a layer to his heart nobody else had ever gotten to see. There was a part of his heart that still lived and pumped despite his human soul having long since been lost to the process of encroachment.

It was almost...strange...to know that Grimmjow could still feel such emotions as love. Though, maybe you were thinking too much about it. In the end, Grimmjow was still an Espada.

His idea of love was warped; incomplete because of his hollowfication. To Grimmjow, love was an obsession; claim. It was an attachment that made him want to protect you.

He hated the idea of love, and yet with you, Grimmjow didn't feel so...strangely empty. He didn't feel the hatred; the frantic panic that came with the need to survive.

Ever since Aizen's defeat and Grimmjow becoming free of the chains Aizen had placed on him, Grimmjow had stayed in the World of the Living working under Urahara to earn his keep. Grimmjow hadn't cared for the job at first...until he met you.

You had only been in passing with the shop. You had stopped in to buy a couple of sweets, and when you and Grimmjow met eyes, it was like the world stopped. You had been engulfed in his spiritual pressure despite him being in a gigai specially made to give Grimmjow a material form in the World of the Living.

To you, his spiritual pressure was incredibly heavy (though you were just a human with an incredibly high awareness of the spiritual world, so many of the soul reapers and other spiritual beings that you came across always had incredibly heavy spiritual pressures).

Instead of it being suffocating like Ichigo's, however, Grimmjow's spiritual pressure felt as though it enveloped you in an invisible cocoon of fur...as weird as it sounded. It brushed against your whole body; tickling your senses and beckoning you to him.