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Interlude:
This Wasn’t In The Job Description
There were certain things she had
expected after deciding—against her better judgment—to become what she had
become. Throwing her normal life away wasn’t really that hard, considering her
life had been anything but normal, to those around her anyways. However, now
the sword at her side had become a natural accessory, as natural as the purse
she would have worn had she been walking around a mall.
That wasn’t the case this time.
No, this time, she was running
for her life. Her reiatsu was strong, and though training had been hard, for
her it wasn’t that hard, considering she had been around him for quite an amount of time before she finally made the fateful
decision. Of course, certain parties weren’t very happy about the time factor involved,
but there would be eternity to forget about that little detail after it was
done.
What she wouldn’t give to be back
in that situation.
Retaining all of her memories
from her life thanks to a special circumstance—that of being personally
escorted to Soul Society by a captain of the Thirteen Squads himself—she was
still amazed that she could move so fast with only the simplest usage of this
strange thing every Shinigami had: reiatsu, or as the case may be simplified
further: reiryoku. She never was able to get over the
thrill of moving at such incredible speeds, but right now she was cursing
herself for not being able to move faster.
She had expected this sometime
along her life, but for some reason she had never actually thought it would
happen to her, as naïve as that sounds.
She was currently running for her
life away from a being with a broken Hollow mask, an Arrancar.
Her personality rarely allowed her to back down from a fight and her courage
and stubbornness usually allowed her to win, but this time retreat had become a
necessity after witnessing his blatantly superior power. It was not to be that
simple, as life rarely is, and she soon found herself pursued by her assailant
and through the skies and surroundings of the night-laden town.
She was a blur barely trackable in the streetlights, but she was not so hopeful
to think that the small static shifts of the air behind her were that of the
wind. He was hot on her trail, and she was running low on strength. She prided
herself on her endurance—especially in certain activities that usually involved
a lack of a certain black kimono—but even she was feeling a strain after
running for so long. She didn’t know her fatigue was causing her to slow down,
but that became very noticeable when she felt a body press to her back and
suddenly she was face first again a brick wall. He had apparently thought it
through very well too, as the dimly lit alley would be nigh impossible to spot
anyone in, especially if they had no spirit power.
A smooth chin brushed her neck as
the man behind her nuzzled his head against her neck tauntingly and she
shivered when his tongue stretched out and lazily gave a light lick to the
flesh of her jaw. In the position he had her in it was impossible to move or
fight back, and any squirming rubbed her against a place she didn’t even want
to think about, as she found out rather quickly. He was using his whole body to pin her, and though he
wasn’t using enough force to scrape her skin into the wall, within a second he could, and she didn’t really want to
experience that anytime soon.
She was completely at his mercy,
and as she knew very well, mercy was something not a whole lot of Arrancar’s had a concept of.
“You led me on quite the little
chase there, woman,” the deep voice spewed sardonically from behind her as she
felt that much-rather-forgotten piece of anatomy press into her backside.
She gulped silently and tried to
ignore the beads of sweat falling from her brow, but she was sure every action
was caught by the man behind her, no matter how hidden they may be. She knew
she had little chance of escaping, and nearly all her strength was gone for
fighting, but she wasn’t about to go down without fighting back. Trying to get
just the littlest of leeway against the wall as inconspicuously as she could,
she put all her effort into lunging her elbow backwards and hopefully right
into the area it would hurt him the most—he was
significantly taller than her after all.
That hope was dashed and crushed
into a million pieces when he caught her elbow in his unoccupied hand like he
had seen it coming a mile away.
“Still have enough spunk left to
fight? Impressive, Shinigami.”
She tried to fight off the
offending other hand as it wound its way around her stomach and up to her
clothed bosom, but it was futile. What was even more humiliating, was when his
hand rubbed ever so slowly over her breast and pinched the nipple hardening
against her will, her body responded even though her mind didn’t want it to.
She shivered again at the jolt sent to her core as she was pinned again as his
other hand went to work on her other breast, worrying it into the same state as
its twin. She gasped and tried to fight off the admittedly pleasurable feelings
even though she knew she should be feeling violated.
“Don’t…” she whimpered
helplessly, something of which she thought she would never do.
She could practically feel the smirk of the man behind her
until she felt the soft caress of his mouth on her neck as it worked its way
down, moving the offending material of her shihakushou until her entire
shoulder was exposed to his mouth.
“Don’t what? I’m just getting a
little more fun out of this, Shinigami. Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying it?”
She bucked against the wall when
his hand glided off her breast and down her hakama
easily, and with no hesitation whatsoever, pushed a finger into her embarrassingly
wet core.
“Don’t…” she pleaded again.
Once again, she felt the smile
against her skin, the sick, wicked smile of a beast unhindered by such petty
things as inhibitions and mercy.
“Don’t what? You’re so wet
already…”
She whimpered this time when
another finger was added, and even she couldn’t deny the magnificent molten
heat that was coursing through her body even against every ounce of willpower
that told it to stop. This was a beast, something that had tried to kill her
and was now violating her, it was not something to
feel pleasure from.
But it felt so good.
Her resolve was failing fast and
he seemed to sense this, for soon after her obi had been untied and her hakama pooled around her ankles as her underwear was simply
torn from her body. Without the obi and hakama, the haori of her shihakushou lay loosely around her but
thankfully, still on her. Even that wasn’t really a blessing, for her scarcely-clothed
breasts were open to full view because of the loose state of what once covered
her. That was soon to be rectified, and it was only moments after her pants
fell to the ground that she felt him tear the bindings covering her breasts
away. Now nothing prevented the contact between his hands and her skin other
than the loose jacket, but what it covered he wasn’t really interested in.
A moan escaped her as she felt
him grind against her but she quickly shook her head and tried to deny that
that sound had ever escaped her mouth. Her long hair dangled over her face and
she hoped to use it as a cover for her eyes, but even that was taken away from
her with a disconcertingly gentle swipe of his hand over her face. Then he took
her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him, and only then did he push
his face forward and devour her lips.
The finger in her core, the hand
now back on her chest, and the rough and pure testosterone
of the male behind her had her mind quickly losing any semblance of rational
thought. It was because of that that she didn’t feel his hand leaving only
momentarily before his pants too fell to the ground. Thus she was completely
unprepared, though definitely not unready, for the feeling that suddenly shot
through her body when he thrust into her fully in one clean stroke from behind.
She had been so ready for him it
was humiliating, and the bliss was making her muscles tremble in delight even
though she knew she should be wanting to vomit. She
moaned again, and this time she couldn’t deny it, nor
the many others that gladly joined that one. Both of their breaths were becoming
heavy and sweat was making her skin glow in the semi-lit portion of the alley
illuminated only by the moon and a solitary lamppost.
The need inside her was growing,
becoming more insistent by the second and it was pushing her towards a peak she
knew all too well. Just when she thought the humiliation would never end, she
was wrong. She was going to climax. It wasn’t going to be a small one either.
Had he been rough and uncaring there would have been no way for her body to
respond the way it was to him, but he had been anything but, and her body
responded to him of its own accord even though she attempted anything possible
to keep it from doing exactly that.
Eventually it seemed to be too
irritating for him, and with no warning he had withdrawn from her and twisted
her around until he could lift her off the ground and pound into her as her
back pressed against the wall and he was fully able to bruise those sensual
lips with abandon as her resistance failed completely.
“You like it, don’t you?” he
asked tauntingly as his own sweat started trailing down his skin, but he was in
too much pleasure to care.
“Oh god…oh god yes…” she tried to
scream, but she was too breathless to be able to.
Just like her, he too was finding
release all too near and was almost surprised by the amount of pleasure he was
gaining from this act. She was so tight and warm around him he almost lost it
the moment he penetrated her, and those feelings only became more pronounced
when she started moaning and squirming against him, this time in search of
greater friction. Now he was able to thrust into her with his full strength
behind it and he noted offhandedly that thanks to her shihakushou’s
haori she wasn’t scraping her bare back against the
cold brick wall.
He was losing feeling in his
limbs, and the only thing he could feel were her lips and her sex as he drove
them together with exponentially growing force as time went on.
Her hands sought out his face and
one massaged the bone-like mask piece somehow connected to his body as the
other rubbed the other side of his face life a cat, gradually trailing up his
jaw and to his ear, where it chose to rub softly. He couldn’t resist the purr
that escaped his throat as his thrusts became more erratic, and her long soft
hair fell around them both in waves as she kissed her way down his jaw to his
neck, and her hand never strayed from his hair and ear.
“Don’t stop…oh god please don’t
stop…” she moaned this time.
From this position, his rough pubic
hair ground mercilessly against her clit and he made it his mission to have as
much bodily contact as possible, teasing each and every nerve that could even
have the slightest chance of raising their pleasure higher than it already was.
Their muscles were in spasms and their breaths were labored pants that hung in
the air just from the sheer heat their bodies were generating. Their minds had
long shut down and now there was only one thing going through them other than
the bliss of their heated joining: completion.
They were both so close, he knew
it and so did she. So as the burning fire within them exploded into a cataclysmic
inferno, they both cried out as their orgasms ripped through them with the
finesse of a wrecking ball.
As they stayed there panting, and her long red hair caught the light as it fell
over her and onto his shoulders, the Arrancar smiled
over at his lover mischievously.
“I told you you
wouldn’t be able to keep up that act all the way,” Grimmjow teased with
amusement written all over his voice.
Chizuru wiped her forehead with
the sleeve of her shihakushou and smiled back at the neon-blue haired male she
had fallen in love with. “Acting wasn’t exactly in the job description when I
decided to become a Shinigami so we could always be together,” she answered
back weakly, still reeling from the aftershocks of her climax, and still
acutely aware of the fact that he had yet to pull out of her. Not that she
minded of course.
“I guess it’s my turn next time?”
he queried roguishly as he held her hips possessively and snuck down to kiss
her once more, delaying the answer he knew was coming.
Chizuru moaned appreciatively as
she licked her lips when he pulled away and she smiled. “You better believe it.
You better run, Arrancar, this Shinigami is going to
get you and get you good.”
He smiled again. “Only when I’m done with you, woman. Only
then.”
Her squeal of delight when he
restarted their favorite activity echoed into the night.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Author’s Notes: I just had to write this. That’s all there was to
it, it just sounded so perfect to me about what they would do. LOL, I’m sorry
if anyone thinks I’m on crack or something. As the title said, this is an
interlude, so in other words, somewhere in that five year period I alluded to
at the end of the previous chapter. Next time we’re back to the story, but I
wanted a bit of this for a change and I even got some character development in,
so it was fun nonetheless. I hope you all enjoyed this,
I certainly had fun writing it.
And by the way, I forgot to do
this last time but I’ll do it now. Yes, I am a guy. A nineteen year old male. I don’t know why a girl looking for a girlfriend would
be writing het, but I guess there are weirder things
in this world so I guess it never occurred to me. Just clearing that up for
eva24, though I’m pretty certain she was just joking. That is, IF eva24 is a
girl (take that!), but then again, images of a guy getting fangirlish
(a word used in a previous review by her that I still take pride in no matter
what the circumstance, LOL) about my writing kinda
makes me shiver in revulsion.
I know it was a short chapter but
I usually don’t do PWP so this was a change from the norm, so I hope you can
all forgive me. If you’re thinking it’s lacking in any way, tell me and I’ll
try to add to it.
Thank you all for you reviews for
the previous chapter! As always they were a great boost to me!
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