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Pina Colada Espada	By : KaiBlueOtaku Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 3019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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  When Orihime and Matsumoto showed up at the cabana, they were wearing their swim suits already. “Oh boys,” Matsumoto called in a teasing sing-song, hand on hip seductively as she beckoned to Gin. She was very nearly busting out of her green string bikini, and a lecherous grin stole across Gin’s face when he saw her.

                            “Wow, babe,” he said in admiration, giving her a smack on the backside. She huffed a little at this display, but he only smiled wider. “Oh, c’mon, Rangiku…” He leaned in and spoke softly enough so that only she and their friends could hear. “That was just a one-handed applause of a fine ass…”

                            A peal of shocked laughter erupted from her. “Oh Gin, you’re so naughty!” She grabbed him into a buxom embrace, and everyone was a little uncomfortable for a few moments as they shared an overly passionate kiss.

                            “Whew!” Matsumoto pulled back at long last with a gasp, giving Gin a coy glance out of the corner of her eye. She fanned herself with her hand. “I need to cool off a bit… Last one in the water is a rotten egg!”

                            Ulquiorra looked at Orihime, perplexed. “I do not understand the reference.”

                            Orihime giggled. “It’s an invitation to a race! You don’t want to be the last one in the water! C’mon!” She tugged at his arm and bounded toward the water, chasing after Gin and Matsumoto, her ample chest bouncing and threatening with each stride to burst the seams of her purple one-piece.

                            Ulquiorra gave Grimmjow a somewhat exasperated look, and followed Orihime, unable to muster nearly the degree of enthusiasm the others had displayed.

                            Grimmjow was about to return to his drink, when something caught his eye. He turned and hitched a breath as Hallibel seemed to float toward him. She was wearing a sheer white, flowing sarong as a swimsuit cover. The wind gusted and teased at the fabric, causing it to billow behind her, reminding Grimmjow vaguely of his dream from last night. He could make out her swimsuit beneath the sheer fabric; a white two-piece with a tie-on top and a skirted bottom, which seemed strangely reminiscent to him of her Resurreccion form.

                            “You look nice,” he said softly to her with a small smile.

                            She had not been expecting the compliment and it caused her to pause and fix her eyes on the ground, a shyness curling the corners of her mouth as her cheeks reddened. “Thank you,” she whispered.

                            Is she… Blushing? Grimmjow thought incredulously. I made Tia Hallibel blush? Something about the idea embarrassed him a little bit as well, and he glanced toward the water where the others were splashing and playing, so he didn’t have to stare at Hallibel. “Are you going swimming?” he asked her, trying to change the subject.

                            “Oh, yes. I love the water. I’ve always wanted to see the ocean,” she confided to him. “Are you coming too?”

                            Part of him wanted to go join the others in their fun, but something in him was wary, holding him back. “Nah, it’s too hot out there in the sun,” he complained, though he knew it was a weak excuse. “I’m just going to sit up here and watch.”

                            She hesitated. He could see it in her eyes as she was torn in herself between the two choices, and it made him instantly regret his words, but he wasn’t going back on them, no matter how much that look in her eyes broke his heart. It seemed like she was trying to share something with him, but he hadn’t realized it until it was too late, and to turn back now would just seem disingenuous.

                            “Ok.”

                            That was all she said. Not, “You’re a liar.” Not, “Get out there… Now!”

                            Just “Ok.” And she gave him a little smile, and turned and swayed hypnotically toward the shore. He realized that it was not her Dominance that held his attention now, but rather her poise and grace. He watched as she untied the sarong and weighted it down in the beach with Ulquiorra’s shoes as she strode out into the surf.

                            Grimmjow could not take his eyes off her as she slid into the ocean. Something about her demeanor made his heart ache. It was like watching someone coming home after being held captive for so long. He could see that this was where she belonged, in this water that was so much the same color as her eyes. She wore the sea with more ease than her own flesh, and he gave a sigh, seeing a peace wash over her that he thought nothing else would ever bring to her. He realized then that she had wanted to share that first moment with him, but he had blown it. He silently cursed himself, but didn’t berate himself too much for it. He could tell that it meant so much more to her than it could ever possibly be to him, and he didn’t want to ruin this moment of her coming home for the first time. It was enough for him to watch at a distance, and see her floating and swimming in the water, seeming as though there was no barrier between the salt water and her very soul. The two flowed as one, intermingling, renewing her as she stood there, completely alone, lost in her own world, unaware of the people surrounding her on all sides. It was almost sacred to behold, as though she had been reunited at long last with her source; a moment of Holy Communion between the creator and the created. She was breathtaking.

                            “What a fox.” A hand clapped in congratulatory camaraderie on Grimmjow’s shoulder, and he turned to see the bartended giving him an admiring smile. “You’re a lucky man.”

                            Grimmjow frowned sourly. “We’re not together. She doesn’t feel that way about me.”

                            The bartender laughed. “Could have fooled the hell out of me…”

                            Grimmjow turned fully in his seat, eyeing the man skeptically. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

                            The bartender grinned. “A girl doesn’t give a guy a look like that unless she has feelings for him.” Grimmjow opened his mouth to protest, but the man over-spoke him. “Real feelings, not just ‘hopping-in-the-sack’ feelings. Trust me; I see it all day long, I’ve become kind of a love expert.”

                            Grimmjow regarded him with doubt, but something leapt in his chest at hearing this. “How… How do you know?”

                            “One thing,” the man told him, drying a drinking glass with a hand towel, “Is that she didn’t beg you to come with her.”

                            “More like order,” he muttered bitterly under his breath. “But why would that mean anything?” Grimmjow shrugged indifferently.

                            “She’s secure, man.” The bartender leveled a serious look at him. “Secure enough to not need to be clingy and think she needs you by her. I’d venture to guess you two have some history together?”

                            Flashbacks flickered vividly though the Sexta’s mind from days long past, and he gave a distant, “Yeah.”

                            The bartender nodded. “Don’t let the moment pass you by, brother, is all I have to say. Sometimes people pass out of your life, and you never get a chance to make things right with them. A second chance like that is rare. Don’t waste it.”

                            The man turned to attend to other customers, but his words remained, carrying a weight far beyond his understanding, setting heavily on Grimmjow’s shoulders. He gazed out toward the water and saw the others, now including Hallibel, splashing and playing in the ocean. Even Ulquiorra seemed to be allowing himself to enjoy it, just the tiniest little bit.

                            Hallibel had taken a break from the splashing and was floating along on the gentle waves when a shadow eclipsed the warm sun that had been shining down on her. She cracked open a green eye, and peered up to see Grimmjow, backlit and silhouetted against a cloudless expanse the exact color of his hair. He gazed down at her with eyes that seemed to be made of the very deepness of the sky itself. The smile that bloomed on her face tugged at his heart. For me, he thought. She’s smiling for me.

                            “Hi,” Hallibel whispered up at him, sending a chill racing up his spine in spite of the warmth of the day.

                            “Hey.” Grimmjow smiled back at her, his hands stuffed deeply in the pockets of his swim trunks, and he watched as she twisted effortlessly in the water to a standing position before him.

                            “Changed your mind?”

                            He stared down through the magnification of the crystal clear water, kicking a little at the sand with his bare foot. “You could say that…” He glanced up at her, his face still downcast. “More like a change of heart, I guess.”

                            Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a pang in her chest. That look… It transported her instantly back across the years, to the first moment that she knew he was the one. She turned away, flustered, and faced the open sea, hands outstretched as though welcoming the waves. “It’s so vast,” she breathed to him, changing the subject. “I had no idea how beautiful it could be.”

                            “Me either.” She looked quickly over at him, and flushed as she realized he hadn’t been staring at the ocean as he had made his comment. Embarrassed by his compliments, she dove under the water, giving a strong kick that resulted in playful splash as she made her escape. “Hey!” Grimmjow laughed, wiping water from his face, wading after her in the waist-deep ocean.

                            They were both oblivious as four sets of eyes exchanged knowing glances and pleased smiles.

WWWWWWWWWWW

                            Included with the hotel accommodations for the contest that Orihime had won, there were tickets for a few tourist activities. “I booked us a whale-watching charter!” Orihime told the others enthusiastically over sandwiches, as they enjoyed a picnic-style lunch on the beach.

                            Matsumoto’s eyes widened and she grabbed Gin by the shoulders, shaking him bodily as she squealed in girlish excitement. “That sounds so fun! Doesn’t that sound fun, Gin?!”

                            Gin nodded in agreement, or at least appeared to be nodding, as he was still flopping around in her grip. “Sure, Rangiku-san! It sounds great!”

                            Grimmjow wasn’t sure what it was all about, but the sparkle in Hallibel’s eyes was all it took for him to jump on board.

                            After lunch, they went down to the dock where the boat was already waiting. Orihime handed over their passes, and they all boarded the craft and found seats as the vessel began to fill up with other sight-seers. As the boat pulled out of the dock, Grimmjow clutched at the railing that surrounded the deck. The bouncing and rocking of the mid-sized craft made his stomach uneasy as they began to pick up speed, headed for open water.

                            Excited cries exploded near the back of the boat, and Hallibel gripped Grimmjow’s arm tightly, gasping. He was acutely aware of her leaning into him, and he followed her line of vision to see the most remarkable sight.

                            Great creatures were swimming in the wake of the boat, leaping out of the water, effortlessly keeping pace with them.

                            “They’re magnificent,” she murmured breathlessly. “What are they?”

                            “Orcas,” Orihime told them, reading over a brochure.

                            “It is… A fish?” Ulquiorra asked, unsure as he stared hard at the massive animals.

                            “No, it says here that they are mammals. They breathe air, and nurse their young. They live in family groups called ‘pods,’” Orihime read from the pamphlet.

                            “They care for their young?” Hallibel was amazed. The idea of some creature caring for its young was alien to her, but it sounded wonderful.

                            “Oh yes, cetaceans such as whales and dolphins have very strong familial ties,” Gin affirmed.

                            They all watched the splendid beasts follow the boat for a long while, reveling in the strength and power of these gentle giants. Grimmjow was enjoying the whale watching immensely; not so much because of the activity itself, but more because of how much he saw Hallibel was enjoying herself. She was in utter awe, and it inspired a quiet reverence in Grimmjow as he observed her.

                            The boat lurched suddenly, and so did Grimmjow’s stomach. He had been so absorbed in watching Hallibel and the whales, that he hadn’t even realized until that moment that he was feeling sick. He pressed his palm to his brow and lowered his head, sweating profusely. Hallibel sensed the change, and as she turned to him, worry filled her. “Are you alright, Grimmjow?” she asked, leaning down, trying to see into his face.

                            He shook his head, eyes closed, panting heavily. “I don’t feel good,” he gasped, swallowing hard.

                            Hallibel pulled anxiously on the sleeve of Gin, who was seated next to her. “Gin, I think Grimmjow is sick…”

                            He and the others turned to see Grimmjow feeling very ill indeed. “Uh-oh, looks like he’s got a touch of sea-sickness,” Gin said, frowning. “Hang in there. We’re almost back to the dock.”

                            Grimmjow leaned into Hallibel and panted, eyes clenched shut in agony, stomach churning like the water beneath the propellers of the boat as the craft sped back to shore. They couldn’t get there soon enough for him. His head was spinning, and Hallibel’s bare arm, cooled by the wind as the boat raced across the water, felt glorious on his clammy temple. Her hand came up and caressed his cheek as she tried to comfort him. She hesitantly reached out with her Reitsu, and covered him softly in it.

                            He gasped, not expecting it here, with everyone else around, but this was not her pressing Reitsu of Dominance, as she had used in the past. This was a soothing, gentle stroking, and while it didn’t do much to relieve his physical symptoms, it calmed his mind and soul, which did much to ease his distress. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder, pulling him to her. “You’re going to be alright,” she whispered, resting her head against his on her shoulder. He felt her humming something that he could not make out the melody to over the whine of the boat engine, but he knew what song it was that she sang, and he settled against her with a calming sigh.

                            As the boat docked and everyone unloaded, Grimmjow didn’t want to move. He felt so at peace there in her arms, just sitting still, that he could almost forget the convulsions plaguing his stomach. “Grimmjow, come on,” Hallibel whispered to him, guiding him gently at the shoulder.

                            With a groan and a stagger, he lurched unsteadily to his feet, leaning wearily on Hallibel. She guided him carefully off the boat. Fortunately, the hotel was just up the beach, and they didn’t have far to go. “I’ve got some anti-nausea medicine in my bag in my room, I’ll go grab it and bring it over,” Orihime told them, running ahead to fetch the pills.

                            Hallibel opened the glass slider door of their room and led Grimmjow in, sitting with him on the edge of the bed, helping him to get situated, which took several minutes, since he had to move so slowly. A muted knock came at the door, and Hallibel strode to answer it. “Thank you,” she said, and closed the door again, returning to Grimmjow’s side. “Here, take these.” She pressed two small pills into his palm, and searched around for a bottle of water to offer him.

                            He have her a dismissive wave, and quickly dry-swallowed them with a breath of relief, turning his cheek into the coolness of the pillow. Hallibel sat lightly on the edge of the bed and stroked some of his hair back from where sweat had matted it down to his forehead. He sighed and leaned into her touch, and gave a small smile, closing his eyes. His chest rose and fell laboriously as his brow furrowed, the room seeming to pitch and spin around him.

                            “I’m going to let you get some rest,” Hallibel told him, but as she went to stand, he grabbed at her wrist.

                            “Please…” His eyes were pleading with her, almost panicked. He didn’t want to seem desperate, but he truly was. He felt awful, and he didn’t want to be left alone like this. Her presence was calming to him, and just having her there near him was calming. But, “Stay,” was all he was able to get out.

                            She was overcome with pity and compassion, and nodded, sitting back down on the bed cross legged. Grimmjow sighed in relief again, and Hallibel was shocked a little when he adjusted his position to lay his head in her lap. She smiled as he closed his eyes, finding a sliver of peace there with her. She absently stroked his hair, running her tanned fingers through the spiky blue. She did the same unconsciously with her Reitsu, smoothing over his ragged, frantic energy with her own warm, golden, steady Spiritual Pressure. She did not press him with her Dominance as before, but only tenderly soothed him now with a tranquil, gentle touch.

                            Grimmjow made a noise then that caused her to stiffen. It was a breathy half-moan, and she wasn’t sure if it was a sound of discomfort, or… The thought caused tingling warmness to pool in her lap, where his head was placed, now too close to her for comfort, and she felt awkward. She continued to stroke his hair though, and her fingers strayed to his ear, sliding over the folds of the skin. He made the sound again, unmistakable this time. Pleasure. She quivered, unsure what to do, and felt his Reitsu, calmed now, arching against hers delightfully. She leaned her head back against the wall and let out a sigh, closing her eyes, something giving way the smallest bit in her. Then he rubbed his head into her lap, causing her to gasp, suddenly much more uncomfortable than she had been just the moment before. He stilled again, and as she watched, she realized he had fallen into a light slumber. Hallibel smiled, and laid her hand on his chest, feeling the now-steady rise and fall of his breath. She shook her head a little and looked down at him with a soft-hearted sympathy.

WWWWWWWWWW

                            When Grimmjow awoke, he was shocked at the darkness. It must have been very late, because the full moon was high, shining its light through the sliding glass door. His mind, still muddled with sleep, began to clear, and he reached in a panic for Hallibel, but she was not there. Alarmed, he looked around the room but did not see her anywhere. The sliding glass door was open a crack though, and the long sheers billowed in the warm breeze. Grimmjow stood carefully, and was relieved to find that he felt fine, with no trace of the dreaded former ‘sea-sickness’ as Gin had called it. He went over to the glass door and looked through it.

                            Down on the beach, he could see a haunting figure crossing the sand. Hallibel was wearing her white sarong, walking slowly along the water line, like a ghost in the moonlight. Grimmjow slid open the door and went down to her. She smiled when she saw him, and stopped. “You’re finally awake,” she remarked. “I think that medicine Orihime gave you must have knocked you out.”

                            Grimmjow smiled a little shyly, and rubbed at the back of his head. “Yeah, must have been.” They were silent for a moment, looking out at the glistening silver on the water. “Out for a walk?”

                            Hallibel nodded, and sat down, patting the sand beside her, inviting Grimmjow to come sit with her. He did, and they looked out over the ocean together. She turned and stared mournfully down the long stretch of sand. “It reminds me of being home,” she said, wistfully.

                            “Do you miss it?” Grimmjow asked, surprise in his tone.

                            Hallibel shrugged. “Sometimes. Not so much Hueco Mundo itself, you know. Not the fighting, or the hatred, or the…” She hesitated, and glanced up at him for a moment as she whispered, “…aloneness… But things here are complicated. There, it was so much more…”

                            “Simple?” Grimmjow offered.

                            Hallibel smiled, and ducked her head in agreement. “I think you understand in a way that the others don’t.” She sighed.

                            “Well… Gin was a Shinigami before he was resurrected, and Ulquiorra had that weird splitting thing going on, so really, you and I are the only regular Espada in this,” Grimmjow told her.

                            “Hey,” she protested, turning to face him more squarely, “That’s something else! Why did you never tell me about what happened, with Ulquiorra and Orihime?”

                            Grimmjow shrugged. “I don’t know. It didn’t seem like it mattered. You never asked. I wasn’t going to brag about it, it’s not like I even finished the job...”

                            “I’m asking now,” she prompted, pulling her legs up and crossing them.

                            Grimmjow gave Hallibel one of his skewed grins. “Uh, ok… Aizen sent Ulquiorra to kidnap Orihime, and while he was taking care of her, he started to fall for her.” He looked down at the sand. “When he realized what was going on with Murcielago, that he was losing control, he knew Orihime was in danger, and he came to me to ask for help.”

                            Hallibel shook her head. “But why you? I don’t get it.”

                            “Who else? I mean, c’mon… Think about it.” Grimmjow counted the other Espada off on his fingers. “Aaroniero, Szayel, Zommari, Nnoitora… After that, everybody was either higher ranking, or obviously wouldn’t have agreed to such a crazy idea.”

                            “Why did you agree, though?” Hallibel demanded. “I mean, Starrk wouldn’t have bothered. It would have been too much effort to him. Baraggan was… Well…” She looked at him and they both said, “Baraggan!” together, laughing. “I know… And Yammy…”

                            Grimmjow rolled his eyes. “Ugh. What a douche. I mean, I’m a jerk, but he was a special case…”

                            Hallibel cocked her head to the side for a moment, gasping. “Oh my gosh… I just figured it out.” Her eyes widened as he looked to her. “It’s because you’re an Omega.”

                            “So what?” Grimmjow asked, a little tone of defense creeping into his voice.

                            “No, no, you don’t understand…” She laid her hand on his arm in a motion of pacification. “The others wouldn’t have been willing to do it. Alphas and Betas, they follow the rules, you know? But you’ve always sort of blazed your own path. You go your own way. It’s…” She paused, glancing up at him, hesitating. “It’s one of the qualities that first attracted… My attention.”

                            He could hear the weight of the words she didn’t speak… The qualities that first attracted me to you. It was painfully obvious now; he didn’t know how he ever could have missed it before. It was a deflection, and he was thankful for it, in a way. It had seemed to him that lately, whenever things got uncomfortable between them, they just parted ways. But Grimmjow was enjoying this time with her here, in their own little private slice of Hueco Mundo, and he didn’t want it to end yet.

                            “It was really Ulquiorra,” he told her as she sat listening. “When he came and explained to me what was going on, he used his Solita Vista. I… I could actually feel how he felt about Orihime. I didn’t understand it, but I knew it was something worth having. It kind of… I don’t know how to explain it.” He gave a weak laugh, and absently rubbed at his stomach, where his Hollow hole had previously been located.

                            “Filled an emptiness in you?”

                            Grimmjow shook his head. “No, not exactly… That was what I felt from Ulquiorra. I knew that’s what it meant to him. But for me, it was like…” His eyes glistened in the pale light. “Do you know what a phoenix is?”

                            “The mythical fire bird, reborn from its own ashes?”

                            Grimmjow nodded. “It felt like the answer to me. Like the only possible satisfaction to my aspect, Destruction. And I know now, that the part of it I didn’t understand, felt like Life.”

                            “Do you think Murcielago was more powerful than us?” Hallibel asked suddenly. “Or would any of us have been able to achieve a Segunda Etapa, like Ulquiorra did?”

                            He looked at her, the moonlight tenderly caressing her face. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter now, though. He was able to achieve that through overcoming his aspect of Death. I feel that in becoming human, I’ve fulfilled and overcome mine. This is as good as that, or better, really.”

                            Hallibel’s brow furrowed. “Mine was Sacrifice. I don’t know how I’m supposed to fulfill that.” She stared at him openly. I don’t want to sacrifice you, after all this time… Maybe it’s selfish of me, but I’ve waited so long.

                            “Sacrifice doesn’t have to be yourself, I don’t think,” Grimmjow said. “There are other kinds of sacrifices. Maybe you’ve already made it. Maybe it’s in the past and behind you, and you can just live your life happily now.”

                            They stared out over the water in silence for a while, and she moved closer to him, shivering as the wind gusted coolly. “Here,” Grimmjow told her, positioning himself behind her, with his legs splayed to either side. He wrapped his arms around her and she sighed, leaning into his warmth, laying her hand on his arm. “This reminds me…” he began, and felt her chuckle. “What?”

                            “Me too,” she said. They both laughed, then fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the waves washing against the sand, and each other breathing, each lost in their own memories of the past.

                            “What happened, Hallibel? Between us?”

                            She shook her head with a sigh. “I saw something in you, but you weren’t ready. I knew I had to wait for the time to be right. So I just marked you.” He felt her shudder. “It was so lonely, Grimmjow. You can’t imagine what it was like. How hard… There were times…” He saw a tear streak down her cheek, and leaned his face against hers, breathing in her scent.

                            “I’m sorry,” Grimmjow whispered. “You never told me.”

                            She hitched a breath. “I know. It was stupid of me. I suppose I assumed you knew.” She gave a bitter chuckle. “Omega dynamics, I guess. I should have known better. The Alpha dynamics are known instinctually by the Alphas, and most of the Betas know it as well. But Omegas play by their own rules. They’re so far outside the box, half of them don’t even know there is a box to be aware of. Sounds like what happened with us.”

                            Grimmjow nodded in agreement. “I’m sorry, all the same. If I’d have known…”

                            “It wouldn’t have made any difference.” Hallibel shook her head. “Would you really have cared? Back then?”

                            “No. You’re right.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m just sorry you had to go through it alone.”

                            She smiled, looking back over her shoulder at him. “That’s why I waited. Because of this. I could see that you weren’t ready. You are now.”

                            “Time,” Grimmjow said. “That was your Sacrifice.”

                            The realization hit Hallibel like a ton of bricks. She began to weep uncontrollably then, and turned to face Grimmjow. He wrapped her in his arms, holding her tight as sobs wracked her body. The years washed over her, and she cried in relief that her waiting was over.

                            She calmed finally, and he still held her tightly, nuzzling her soft hair. Hallibel let out a huge yawn. “Tch, these Gigai of ours are miserably weak…”

                            “Go to bed,” Grimmjow insisted gently. She stood and looked at him questioningly. “I’ll be along in a while,” he assured her. She nodded, satisfied, and gave him a warm smile in parting as she headed back to the room.

                            Grimmjow sat alone on the sand for a long while, watching the moon cross the sky. He wondered if it was his resurrection to this Gigai that had prompted the change that Hallibel had been waiting for. There was certainly a tenderness between them which had never been there in the past. He did not feel the constant anger that he once did. She completed him, balanced him out, brought what he lacked, and together, they became something more.

                            He knew that he had changed, since he’d been resurrected. It had begun when Ulquiorra came to his room that day in Las Noches, asking for his help. When he’d fought with Ichigo at last, when he had thought he was dying, as he had slipped into unconsciousness his last thoughts had been of Hallibel. How he had longed in that moment for a chance to make things right with her. The bartender had been right earlier today; he needed to be sure not to waste this, or he would regret it for the rest of his mortal life.

                            When Grimmjow finally stood and returned to the room, he saw Hallibel was already asleep in the bed. He hesitated, and stood watching the moonlight illuminate her features. The softness of her face while lost in slumber, the steady rise and fall of her chest… These things felt very precious to him, in this moment. He pulled off his shirt, and crawled into the bed alongside her. She rustled slightly as the bed shifted, and she rolled over, laying her head on his shoulder. Grimmjow froze at first, but it felt so wonderful to have her lying there against him, he relaxed and snuggled up to her. She let out a sleepy sigh, and snaked her hand across his stomach and around his side, pulling herself close to him.

                            It was perfect.

WWWWWWWWWW

                            Grimmjow fell asleep quickly, and dreamed again of the orchard. Hallibel was walking through the cherry blossoms, as before, but he could see her face was no longer marred by her Hollow mask now. She made her way to the center of the garden, and the single peach tree that waited there. The peach was ripe now, the color of a sunrise, hanging heavily on the branch. She leaned in close and inhaled its heady scent, stroking the soft fuzz on its surface. As she did so, the fruit released from the branch and dropped into her waiting hand. The joyous smile she gave was delightful to behold. She held it up to her lips, and took a bite of its sun-warmed flesh. The juices ran down her chin and she gave a sigh of utter contentment, closing her eyes.

WWWWWWWWWW

                            When Grimmjow awoke, he found he was alone. The slider was ajar, and he saw the curtains rustling faintly. He rose, massaging his neck, which was still slightly kinked on the left side from the night he had spent on the couch. He knew where he would find Hallibel, and he made his way to the door.

                            The sky collected dark clouds overhead, the omen of a coming storm. Sure enough, there she was, out on the shore line, doing her exercises. How he loved to watch her. He slid open the door and crossed the swath of patchy sea grass to go down to the sand to be with her.

                            Hallibel greeted him with a smile, still stretching. “Good morning.”

                            “Mmmm.” Grimmjow gave a pleased sigh. “Good morning.”

                            Her brow furrowed and she nodded at where he was still rubbing absently at his neck. “What’s with that?”

                            He looked away, a flicker of shame skittering across his face. He didn’t want to make her feel guilty, which he suspected she would if he told her it was from sleeping on the couch the night before, even though it was his own stubbornness that had been the cause. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

                            “Here, stretch with me,” she suggested, leaning sideways into a long arc.

                            Grimmjow’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he laughed lightly. “Yeah, right.”

                            Hallibel rolled her eyes and grinned at him. “Tch. Here,” she said, and laid her hands on him. Electricity shot through Grimmjow with her unexpected touch as she went about moving and positioning his body. He allowed her to do so, more to please her than at any actual desire to participate in her exercises, but also in no small part because he was thoroughly enjoying the feel of her lithe fingers sliding over him. He could not hide the shudder that passed through him, and Hallibel paused for a moment, blushing a little at the realization of what he must have been thinking.

                            A few fat drops of rain pelted the two of them, and broke the intensity of the moment. Hallibel giggled, and wiped them away, but they were quickly followed by more. A booming crack of thunder ripped across the beach, and the sky began to dump on them by the bucketful. Hallibel let out a mirthful scream, and ran for the hotel room, Grimmjow right on her heels.

                            Although it couldn’t have been more than twenty yards from the sand to the door, they were both thoroughly soaked by the time they made it, both breathless from laughter. Grimmjow attempted to wring out the corner of his shirt, grinning at Hallibel’s laughter. He shrugged at the futility of the effort, and instead, just peeled the sopping wet garment off.

                            You could have cut the tension in the room with a knife. Hallibel looked away awkwardly, and Grimmjow silently cursed himself for making such a stupid, unthinking move as that. He muttered something under his breath about getting changed, and Hallibel hoisted her bag on her shoulder, taking it into the bathroom. She looked after him with sadness and longing in her eyes as he rummaged through his own bag, his back to her, searching for something dry to change into. Hallibel let out a sigh of frustration, and closed the door behind her.

                            After they had both gotten changed, Hallibel suggested they go get some food. Grimmjow was hungry, having slept through dinner last night, and agreed readily.

                            The continental breakfast offered in the lobby of the hotel was meager, but adequate. Grimmjow grabbed a muffin from a tray, and sat down, biting into it. Hallibel spotted a basket of fruit, and selected a large orange from amongst the offerings found there. She set it at the little table that Grimmjow had seated himself at, and went to get herself something to drink.

                            The orange began to roll, and Grimmjow shot out his left hand to catch the falling fruit before it could hit the floor. It hit the floor anyway though, as he froze in agony. “F…fuck!” he gasped, the wind knocked out of him.

                            Hallibel turned and when she saw him, rushed to his side, worry in her face. “What happened?”

                            He shut his eyes, trying to straighten his neck, letting out a cry of pain instead. “Ugh… My neck. I think I pulled something.”

                            Hallibel picked up the orange, and stuffed it into the pocket of her hoodie. “Come on, come back to the room, I’ll work it out for you.”

                            Grimmjow followed her, his neck canted at an unnatural angle. She waved him toward the couch, and he sat gingerly. Hallibel climbed behind him, sitting on the back of the couch, straddling Grimmjow between her legs. “Lean back,” she instructed him, and he complied. She pointed her elbow and dug it into his shoulder, eliciting a sharp whine of protest from him. “Sorry,” she muttered apologetically as she continued to press into the area. “Try to relax.”

                            He winced and panted, the pain causing him to see stars. “Damn these Gigai,” he chuckled wryly. Hallibel let out a little laugh. “I’m going to have a word with that lousy shop keeper when we get back. Faulty merchandise.” Grimmjow felt the muscle spasm release, and he gave a heavy sigh of relief. “Oh, wow… Thank you.” Hallibel’s strong hands began to massage firmly at his neck and shoulder, and Grimmjow instantly melted into the enclosure of her legs, a small moan escaping his lips as he leaned into her touch.

                            Hallibel bent her head down to his ear. “You probably shouldn’t make noises like that,” she muttered threateningly.

                            He moaned again, and electricity coursed through her, causing her to give a sharp gasp. He looked back slyly at her over his shoulder. “And why not?”

                            She stilled, her breath coming in quick pants as she saw the hunger in his eyes. “Be… because…” she breathed.

                            He moaned again, intentionally this time, and she couldn’t stop herself from meeting his sounds with a small one of her own. He brought his lips close, brushing her ear. “But, it feels so good,” he whispered.

                            Lust glazed her eyes, and she leaned down, her lips touching his neck. He sighed, welcoming the touch he had been aching for so long. Hot breaths passed over his throat as her tongue slid out between her lips, pressing against his flesh. He hissed, pressing back against her, his hands wandering, clutching at her legs to either side of him. She gasped, and grabbed his wrists, restraining them. “Don’t,” she warned, darkness flashing in her eyes. “Just be still. I’ve been trying to break my Alpha instinct, but don’t push your luck.”

                            Grimmjow chuckled, and rubbed his head against her cheek. A purring noise came from his throat, and she quivered under the strain of her self-restraint. Her lips opened wide, and she mouthed his throat, her teeth grazing. His vocalizations were too much for her though, and she bit him. Hard.

                            The cry he gave was less pain, and more surprise. She felt him lean into her, and the sound changed to one of pleasure. “Yes,” he begged in a gasp. His purr gained a tinge of a growl, and she bit his shoulder, eliciting another cry of delight from him. He strained his wrists against her grasp, but she held him firmly, digging her nails in as she felt him give in to her.

                            Hallibel stood and repositioned herself, kneeling and straddling Grimmjow’s hips. His eyes widened, and she gave him a fierce glare as she twisted his hair in her fingers and pulled back, exposing the front of his throat. She bit him low on the front of his neck, strangling his cries. She sat back and stared at him, trying to discern the submissive response she had been hoping for.

                            It was not there. Instead, she saw something that made her chest ache. There was hunger, but also sadness. She looked away, feeling ashamed that she had allowed her blind instincts to take over as they had. She knew she couldn’t force herself on him like this, but she didn’t know any other way.

                            Grimmjow’s hand stroked her face, turning it softly back toward him. His lips met hers, and she shuddered at the soft brush of them. This gentle touch was unexpected from him, and it felt wonderful. Grimmjow sighed, and slid his tongue against hers, feeling her hands roaming his chest and shoulders. She had just reached for the hem of his shirt, when a knocking at the door interrupted her. They looked warily at each other, embarrassed a little at being caught in the middle of such a compromising position.

                            “Hallibel? Grimmjow? Are you up?” Orihime’s voice called through the door. Grimmjow glanced down at his lap, and gave Hallibel one of his skewed grins and a nod. Her eyes widened and she stifled a snicker, swatting at his chest as she pushed back from the couch, standing.

                            “Yes, Orihime, just a moment,” Hallibel said, going to the door. When she opened it, she saw that it was not only Orihime, but the others as well. Grimmjow crossed his legs instantly, not wanting anyone else to get any ideas about what had been going on, even if it was the truth of the matter.

                            “Since it’s raining out, I scheduled us to go to the aquarium today! Did you two want to come with us?”

                            Hallibel looked to Grimmjow and smiled. “That sounds fun. What do you think?”

                            I can think of something that would be more fun, he thought, but nodded. “Sure. We’ll meet you down at the van in a few minutes.”
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