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Your Love	By : EroPrincess Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 7474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Tite Kubo does. I do not make any money from this story. I'm merely writing it for fun.

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It's officially over JB!
"All I need is your love…" Nicki Minaj
Your Love Epilogue
Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck crossed her silk-covered legs under her chocolate satin, knee-length H&M pencil skirt. She tossed her golden-brown hair over her shoulder while her hazel eyes stared at the passing scenery out the window of her limo.
She was on her way to another book signing at her old job, Barnes & Noble. It'd been a year since the debut of her book, Thank You for Defending Me, and it was now available in paperback so fans who missed out on the hardback version were gathering at the bookstore for an autograph copy by Japan's popular motivational author.
Nelliel starting writing memoirs of her attacks by Nnoitra Jiruga while she was recovering in the hospital and at home after being discharged. It was her best friend, now manager Tia Hallibel who convinced her that she should turn her nightmare into a self-help book for other women who may have gone through similar experiences.
Agreeing to the idea, the first thing Nelliel did was quit her job at the bookstore. The second thing she did was gather all of her written material and type it up on her laptop. She didn't know if Hallibel's idea of turning her life into a book would be successful or not, but she made the decision to no longer be burdened by what happened in her past. She needed to be strong for her friends, for herself, and most importantly, for her boyfriend of three years, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
With no income coming in—thankfully Shawlong and Hallibel took care of her living expenses while she remained at the penthouse she shared with Grimmjow—Nelliel honestly had no direction as to where her life was going to take her. She ventured head-first into getting her book published; gambling everything she had and by the end of 2011; Thank You for Defending Me became a best-seller.
It was September 2013 and Grimmjow was due to be released from prison the following week. He had occupied her mind for the past three years, and even more so since he was due to come home. A plethora of emotions swirled all around Nelliel's core; she had no idea how she should feel about reuniting with him after not seeing him for so long.
She continued to call and write whenever she had the free time. Due to her hectic schedule for her promotional tour with book signings, television appearances, radio appearances, public speaking, and magazine photo shoots, Nelliel couldn't personally visit her boyfriend to see him face-to-face like she would have wanted.
The now-brunette author, went into a small state of depression over it, and it was again Hallibel who reminded her to stay strong and that she would see Grimmjow again soon enough.
Everything in her life was so fast-paced that three years flew by like minutes. Now with the much-anticipated reunion of her boyfriend only seven days away, Nelliel's mind was only focused on seeing him again.
With his letters and phone conversations, she knew he loved her new look, and Nelliel had to admit that her new, more mature sense of style grew on her too. Again, the transformation was courtesy of her best-friend Hallibel who told her, "You need a new look for your book. Green hair isn't marketable and your style needs to appeal to a more conservative audience."
So the young women began to shop at various designer stores in Tokyo to find a "new look" for Nelliel. Picking out the right clothes and accessories for the upcoming author nearly broke what was left of her bank account. Convincing Nelliel to change her hair color proved rather difficult, but in the end, the investment paid off.
With more than enough income from her book royalties to support herself in the penthouse she shared with Grimmjow, Nelliel insisted to payback Shawlong and Hallibel for their generosity when they had taken care of her. Of course both adults refused, stating they were happy to help out their friend. Shawlong also told her that if Grimmjow were to find out he accepted money from her that Grimmjow would "kick my ass", so Nelliel dropped the subject.
She smoothed the wrinkles from her hip-length, tan H&M trench coat, and dusted lint from her thin, white Gucci cashmere turtleneck. Nelliel lifted her right foot to inspect the open-toe, tan leather YSL 4" heels on her feet. A tiny smile adored her M.A.C. covered lips when she wiggled her shoe.
If the public only knew… she thought wistfully, her gold herringbone, along with her gold studs and thin, gold Movado watch gleaming in the sun's rays filtering from the backseat, tinted window.
To the outside world, whenever the author would put on her designer clothes and accessories (her "power suit" as Hallibel likes to call them) she became Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, best-seller and motivational speaker for women everywhere. At home she was simply Nel; the twenty-one-year-old with a child-like demeanor who enjoyed being around her friends, far away from the headache of being a celebrity, her dear friend Dondochakka Bilstin's famous banana pudding, and cooking meals from Orihime Kurosaki's infamous cookbook.
When today's done and over with, I can't wait to try out that new recipe beef-flavored ramen with onions, honey, and beets! Nelliel thought giddily. She vaguely heard Hallibel speak from the seat across from her as she was consumed with her thoughts.
"Are you finished daydreaming?" The new, jet-black haired woman asked the author. Hallibel convinced Nelliel to get a new look for her book, but she felt it wouldn't be fair to her best friend if she didn't get one for herself. If she was going to discuss business with her best friend to corporate Japan, she knew with her old look she wouldn't be taken seriously.
So Hallibel ditched the platinum hair, eyebrows, and lashes for jet-black. Gone also was the chin-length bob that used to frame her face. Now her hair was in a blunt cut that highlighted her angular face and showcased her violet, lightning-bolt tattoos more prominently and made her emerald eyes stand out.
I don't give a fuck about how the public view my tattoos, they're going to stay, she had told herself.
She also took on a more conservative look for corporate. The only clothing Hallibel wore now was two-piece dark-colored designer pants suits. Much like the Chanel, jet-black, wool two-piece pantsuit, and blinding white, cotton, button-down blouse from Louis Vuitton; even though at home she would walk around in large t-shirts and shorts, or leggings.
Her personality remained the same. At the age of twenty-two, Hallibel was still quiet, extremely mature, blunt, and serious, the total counterpart to her best friend Nelliel, who still sat across from her admiring her shoes with a close-lipped smile.
"Nel…" Hallibel called out once.
"Nel…" Hallibel called out twice.
"Nel…!" Hallibel yelled which instantly gained the author's attention.
"Hmm…? What…?" Nelliel's hazel eyes widened and her mouth was agape from her surprise. "What's the matter, Tia?"
Sighing irritably, the brunette reclined in her seat and folded her arms over her chest, a habit she refused to break. "You need to focus, Nel. Today's an important day. A lot of people are depending on you. Let's not forget the publisher is putting a lot of pressure on us. They want you to start working on your next book right away. We do have a contract we have to uphold to. What were you thinking about anyway?"
Rolling her golden eyes, the author scowled and replied, "Story of my life." Nelliel hadn't forgotten about the three-book deal with her publisher. They wanted her to write another self-help book for women, but she no longer had any stories to tell. She supposed she could write about her adventures, travels, and the experience of being a celebrity, but she didn't want to bore her readers. So she, along with Hallibel managed to convince the publisher about her next two books being works of fiction.
Reluctantly the company had agreed and soon Nelliel would be able to write love novels for romance fans everywhere. However, she'd been putting it off due to lack of inspiration. It's not like she couldn't start writing something since she carried her Chappy-decorated laptop everywhere with her, it was just that she didn't feel like a hopeless romantic at the moment.
"And I was thinking about Grimmjow's release next week," Nelliel continued. "It's been on my mind since the start of this month and… and I don't know how I should feel, Tia…"
Hallibel blinked for a few seconds at her best friend's words. Truth was, she'd been thinking about seeing her childhood friend again, too. She'd visited him a few times while in prison, but those moments were brief and direct. Grimmjow would be free for good in seven more days and just the thought of seeing him again made goose bumps prickle against her skin in anticipation.
He'd probably voice his dislike and throw a temper tantrum to my conservative look, the brunette thought with a dry chuckle. No more eye-candy for him.
Reaching forward in her seat, Hallibel closed her manicured fingers around her best friend's hand. "I can't tell you how you should and shouldn't feel about Jaegerjaquez's return. I can only tell you that when you do see him again, everything will come to you in that instant. Try not to focus too much about his release. If you need a distraction, immerse yourself in your work until the day he comes home."
"But… but I'm scheduled for a public speaking at Karakura University on that day!" Nelliel wailed with fresh tears filling her eyes. "I miss him, Tia! I miss him so much! In front of everyone I pose as a woman who's so confident, independent and strong, but when I'm alone I break down! I need Grimmjow back in my life! I don't want to do this anymore without him!"
"Nel, what you do from day-to-day is your career, and when you're home alone you're free to do and act however you desire. You don't mix your career and your personal life, and you're not supposed to. You're professional when you're working and you survived two traumatizing events in your life and still came out on top. That alone makes you independent and strong."
Nelliel wiped away her tears with the back of her free hand and looked at the woman across her. I never thought about it like that.
"It's okay to need Jaegerjaquez. You shouldn't feel guilty for that." Hallibel continued to encourage her best friend. "And I can take care of your date at KU." She leaned back in her seat at smirked at the golden-brown haired woman in front of her. "You're forgetting I'm your manager, Nel. What do you think I'm here for anyway?"
Faith shone in her bright, hazel eyes and for the first time in years since her publisher agreed to sign her to a contract for her book, Nelliel allowed a genuine smile to stretch across her lips. "You… you can really do that…?" She asked hopefully.
"Leave everything to me," Hallibel assured her. "You just focus on working today. I'll take care of everything else." Digging in her gray, Coach purse, the brunette retrieved the latest, 2013 edition of the I-Phone and began making phone calls, giving the author a playful wink.
Thank you, Tia. Nelliel mentally told her best friend.
. . . . .
Seven days later all of Grimmjow's and Nelliel's friends were packed inside their penthouse. Di Roy, Edrad, Yylfordt, and Nakeem sat in the spacious living room battling each other on Nintendo Wii with Pesche and Dondochakka watching them humorously. Sun-Sun, Mila-Rose, and Apache were in the kitchen gossiping about whether Grimmjow was with other men while locked up.
"I'm telling you, I don't care how strong he is," Apache led the conversation. "That doesn't mean he didn't get off while in sing-sing. Men have urges and we all know Grimmjow used to be a man-whore. There's no way that man didn't get something while away for three years!"
Mila-Rose nodded her head in agreement. "For once I agree with No-Tits over here." She jerked her thumb in Apache's direction, who growled at the dark-skinned woman in response. "Whose to say that Grimmjow didn't get a little 'backseat loving' during his time in prison?"
"You two are a couple of idiots," Sun-Sun rolled her rose-colored eyes at the duo. "There's no way Grimmjow would allow another man to—" she immediately clammed up when Hallibel and Nelliel entered the kitchen.
The three young ladies stared at the duo with guilt on their faces.
"Grimmjow wouldn't allow another man to what…?" Nelliel looked at the petite, onyx-haired woman. Hallibel arranged to have Nelliel's public appearance at KU to be cancelled due to "an important event" she had to attend to. So the appearance was rescheduled for the following week. She only hoped that Grimmjow would understand that her life was extremely hectic and she would no longer have the time like she used to, to spend with him.
"Um…" swallowing thickly, Sun-Sun looked to her friends for help. Mila-Rose and Apache rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Sun-Sun to her impending doom. Bitches, she thought with a scowl.
"Well…" Nelliel prodded the young woman.
Covering her mouth with her hand, Sun-Sun mumbled a few words behind her fingers and rushed out of the kitchen after her friends.
Nelliel blinked several times and gave Hallibel a questioningly look. "What do you think that was all about?"
The brunette smirked and looked away from her best friend. Those girls, she told herself humorously. "I… I don't think you want to know." Leaning against the counter Hallibel asked, "Are you okay?"
The author leaned against the opposite counter facing Hallibel. "Yeah; I mean… I really don't know how to feel right now, but I've been calm all day." She tucked a few strands of her brown hair behind her ear and grinned. "It's like… he's not here so I'm not affected in any way. But it's only a matter of time…" The smile disappeared from her lips and she looked away from her manager.
"Knowing Jaegerjaquez, the first thing he's going to want as soon as he's home is a bottle of Jack Daniel's and a boob-grab."
Hearing Hallibel's words made Nelliel smile again, followed by a series of chuckles. "You know him well."
"Yeah…" Hallibel's green eyes became distant while she reminisced about the past she shared with Nelliel's boyfriend. She smirked, thinking about the times he tried—and failed—to fondle her at any given chance. His wandering hands would always warrant him a slap across his face followed by a stream of curses, which never bothered her blue-haired friend. "That's Jaegerjaquez for you."
Pushing herself from the wooden surface Nelliel said, "Well, I have to call the caterer to make sure they're on their way. For the strangest reason, Grimmjow doesn't like it when I make recipes from Orihime's cookbook. That man doesn't know what he's missing!"
It's probably because Mrs. Kurosaki doesn't know how to cook, the brunette mentally told her best friend. How that woman managed to get her own cooking show, I'll never know. "And I'll finish setting up the dining room." Hallibel also pushed herself off the counter to begin to prepare the dining room for the guests.
. . . . .
"You know it's not wise to operate a vehicle when you just got released," Shawlong told his best friend from the passenger side of the Jaguar. He drove Grimmjow's prized possession to pick him up from the correctional facility and when they were a few blocks away from the building, the teal-haired man demanded they switch seats because he wanted to drive his car.
Grimmjow only rolled his blue eyes in response while he drove his car. "I'll make time ta renew my license." There was a pregnant pause between the men before the blue-haired man spoke again. "How's everyone?"
Shawlong knew what his friend was asking him. Grimmjow honestly didn't care how everyone else was doing as much as he cared about the well-being of his girlfriend. He was just too stubborn to ask.
"Everyone's fine," the brunet answered. "Everyone's waiting for you back at your apartment."
"Don't tell me they're givin' me a lame-ass welcome back party or some shit." Grimmjow spoke as he sucked his teeth, keeping his eyes on the road.
"It was Nel's idea…" Shawlong didn't miss the smirk that stretched Grimmjow's lips when he mentioned his girlfriend's name. "She said she wanted to do something special for you when you returned."
Quickly hiding his grin even though he knew the brunet already caught it, the teal-haired fighter faced his friend for a moment and asked, "Did she cook?" before returning his eyes to the road.
Grimmjow's question made Shawlong chuckle, but he immediately swallowed his giggles and cleared his throat. "No she didn't cook." The brunet could have sworn he heard a sigh of relief from the fighter. "She ordered food from a catering company."
"My girl." Grimmjow quietly spoke and continued driving. Together the pair rode in silence while they thought about the upcoming reunion.
. . . . .
Back at the penthouse, Nelliel stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror contemplating whether she should wear her hair high in a ponytail or let it cascade down her back. Gone were the thick, heavy waves. Now with enough money to afford the expensive, salon-brand products, her hair remained straight without the use of her steam-inducing flat iron.
"I think I'll wear it in a ponytail," she told herself while securing her hair in a Chappy scrunchie. The next thing she contemplated as to whether she should wear makeup or not. "I think I'll just wear some gloss. There's no sense in going overboard with it. It's a casual party, I don't need to get all 'dolled-up' over it."
Nervous sweat dampened her palms while she applied her lip-gloss. As much as she tried to distract herself, the thought of Grimmjow coming home in a matter of minutes made her heart race. Shawlong left to pick her boyfriend up almost forty minutes ago. She knew they would be here in a few, short moments.
"What should I do?" Nelliel continued to talk to herself. "How should I act? What am I going to say when he gets here? It's been so long that I—"
Loud cheering was heard outside the closed bathroom door and the author knew her boyfriend was home.
"Hey… get the fuck off me! Ya see me here, don't'cha?"
Hearing his voice made Nelliel chuckle as she inspected her attire in the full-length mirror attached to the door. "Yeah," she sighed happily. "Grimmjow's back."
Her smile immediately disappeared, frowning at the large white t-shirt and jeans she decided to wear. "I should've worn something sexier. He's not going to want to see me in this." Wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans, the brunette wondered if she could possibly sneak in the bedroom without her boyfriend seeing her to change her clothes.
"There's no sense in hiding now. I'm only delaying the inevitable. He's here; I have to face him eventually."
Taking a deep breath, Nelliel exhaled heavily, flipped off the bathroom light switch, and turned the knob on the door.
. . . . .
"Give me a hug," Hallibel reached for her childhood friend after everyone greeted him, welcoming him back home. "You know we all missed you silly. You don't have to be such a jackass."
Grimmjow welcomed the jet-black haired woman with open arms while his hands slid past the small of her back to grab the firm cheeks of her ass. "Why are ya wearing pants? Ya never wear pants unless yer workin'."
Removing his groping hands from her backside, Hallibel scowled at her perverted, teal-haired friend. "That's your only freebie, Jaegerjaquez."
"Yer sure?" He grinned at her while wiggling his teal brows. "I just got out of the cage an' it's only natural I would wan' ta touch a beautiful woman…" Grimmjow reached for Hallibel's chest, which caused the woman to slap her hand across his face.
"You're fucking hopeless!" The brunette shouted at him. "They should've kept you for another three years!" She marched away from Grimmjow, blushing as he laughed at her.
"You were kind of asking for that one, Tia…" Mila-Rose told her friend with a grin plastered on her face.
Rolling her green eyes at the young woman, Hallibel huffed, "Shut up," before folding her arms over her chest.
In the midst of all the commotion, Nelliel entered the living room and she swore time stopped the moment her hazel eyes met Grimmjow's azure ones.
Everyone in the living room disappeared and the only people existed was her and her boyfriend. She swallowed thickly, blinking rapidly while she took in his appearance. He wore the same clothing he did the same night three years ago when he rescued her. Nelliel swore he's gotten taller and more toned.
Prison has been really kind to his good looks, Nelliel smiled sweetly even though she felt her lower regions tighten responsively. And here I am, thinking about sex and Grimmjow's only been home for five minutes.
She noted that his hair was a little bit longer and a lot messier, and her fingers itched just thinking about running her fingers through his thick, unruly, teal locks.
The author licked her lips responsively, and she felt her legs move forward on their own accord towards her boyfriend. Her heart raced in her chest, and her breathing became labored. She parted her lips and outstretched her arms, engulfing his large, tall frame against her body.
"I missed you so much," Nelliel muffled in the crook of Grimmjow's neck, breathing in his natural scent. "You don't know how bad I needed you while you were away." She blinked away her tears and looked into his eyes, a small smile stretching her lips. "I thought about you every day. I wanted to see you so badly, but I—mmm…"
Grimmjow cut off Nelliel's speech as he closed his eyes and crushed his lips against hers in a hot kiss. He fisted his hand in the long strands of her ponytail and pushed past her lips with his tongue, entering her mouth.
He swallowed her natural flavor, drinking in every drop that was deliciously Nelliel. Using his free hand, Grimmjow effortlessly lifted his girlfriend in the air, and instinctively Nelliel locked her ankles around the small of his back, pressing her pelvis against his hardness.
Grimmjow parted his lips from hers, "There'll be enough time ta talk shit… later…" He opened his eyes and, keeping his grip firm on her ass, led her to the back of their apartment to their bedroom.
He stole one last look over his shoulder at his houseguests before kicking his bedroom door shut, his girlfriend laughing merrily at his antics.
. . . . .
"Fuck this shit! I didn't come here just to be ignored!" Mila-Rose entered the kitchen and grabbed a drinking glass. She walked past everyone in the living room and stood in front of the bedroom door. "I will be entertained!" She pressed the mouth of the glass against the door, and pressed her ear against the other end, listening to Nelliel's cries of passion.
Smoothing his red hair, Edrad followed suit and grabbed another glass to join Mila-Rose as they eavesdropped on the horny lovebirds. "I'm with her," he told everyone else in the living room.
Refusing to grab a glass, Apache joined the other two and pressed her ear against the door. Her multicolored eyes widened in horror while she heard Nelliel scream.
"Harder, Grimmjow! Make me hurt!"
"Damn, is he fucking her or is he kicking her ass?" The short-haired woman wondered aloud.
Soon everyone on the apartment leaned against the door to listen to Grimmjow and Nelliel making love.
"I think he said something about a tattoo…" Yylfordt's blond brows furrowed in concentration while he tried to make out the words being spoken behind the door.
Tattoo…? Hallibel asked herself. When did she have time to get one?
"There's nothin' better than seeing my pussy, than ta see my pussy with my name on it." Everyone gasped when they heard Grimmjow's husky voice behind the door.
"Damn, Nel is a freak!" Mila-Rose hollered, which made everyone laugh in response.
. . . . .
Grimmjow ceased his powerful thrusts when he heard his guests guffawing outside his bedroom door. Nelliel covered her face with her hands, her red face showing her mortification.
"It's been three years already. Why does this keep happening to me…?" She whined behind her palms. "Now everyone knows…"
He lifted himself from his girlfriend and stormed towards his bedroom door. Yanking it open, everyone gasped as Grimmjow rested his elbow against the threshold nude for everyone to see.
Mila-Rose and Apache grinned naughtily, nodding their heads in approval at Grimmjow's length.
Sun-Sun and Hallibel blushed profusely. Neither woman took their eyes from what Grimmjow had to offer.
Di Roy, Nakeem, Dondochakka, and Pesche ran from the bedroom door towards the bathroom, their faces green with vomit rising in their throats.
Yylfordt and Edrad looked away with an uncomfortable blush staining their cheeks, and a nervous sweat dampening their foreheads.
Shawlong closed his eyes and cradled his chin in his palm, shaking his head, not approving of his best friend's actions.
"Ya know, yer makin' it hard fer me ta concentrate on pleasin' my woman." Grimmjow jerked his head in Nelliel's direction, who was now hiding underneath the blankets, not caring about how uncomfortable his houseguests felt at the moment. "So, if y'all don't mind, I appreciate ya bein' here, but kindly get the fuck out." He slammed the door in their faces, which in turn caused everyone to gasp at his audacity.
"Hmpf, see if I come back to this shithole!" Mila-Rose tossed aside the glass she was holding on the carpet and folded her arms over her chest. "He can be so rude at times! I don't know how Nel puts up with him!"
Hallibel rested her back against the bedroom door and stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jeans. She chuckled and looked at everyone. "Heh, if you think the reunion is something… just wait until their wedding. Craziness will ensue."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way." Apache grinned at her friends, who all joined in laughing.
Sun-Sun started walking towards the living room with everyone following behind her. She looked over her shoulder and asked, "What do you think we should get them for their wedding?"
"A box of condoms and a video camera," Yylfordt suggested with a smile.
"Birth control pills?" Edrad added jokingly.
"A bottle of holy water and a prayer, because those two are gonna need it!" Everyone looked at Apache, and Hallibel poked her in the side with her finger.
Sitting down on the round leather sofa, Hallibel added, "I know I'm going to need a massage therapist and a bottle of aspirin for the headache I'm going to receive because of those two."
"Well, this is the happiest Grimmjow has ever been with a woman." Shawlong spoke after remaining quiet for some time. "As a matter of fact, in all the years I've known him, this is the happiest he's ever been, period."
"You're right about that." Hallibel's gaze became distant and a gentle smile adorned her lips. "Nel's good for him, Shawlong. And he's good for her. I'm glad those two found each other."
"Oh, Grimmjow! Please! I can't handle it!" Nelliel's lustful screams were heard throughout the apartment, making Apache cringe.
"You have to take it, Nel!" Immediately followed by Grimmjow's.
"Now if only someone could find me some earplugs so I can drown out their voices." The short-haired young woman muttered, rolling her multicolored eyes.
Hallibel ignored her friends and thought about Nelliel and Grimmjow's future together. They've been through so much and still, they've come out it stronger than ever. Nel had changed so much because of him and he'd changed because of her. I just hope they can make it through any obstacle that comes in their way because they truly need each other.
"Yes, Grimmjow! I'm cuming! I'm cuming!"
And I hope I can make it with my sanity intact.
. . . . .
It's officially over people! Special Author's Notes are now available only at mm. org! Please leave a review or message/e-mail me about your thoughts. I love reading and responding to them!
Look out for Your Lust, a serious of one-shots featuring Grimmjow, Nelliel, and Hallibel.
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