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Pina Colada Espada	By : KaiBlueOtaku Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 3027 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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  Grimmjow tried to hide his disappointment as he plodded along behind the others into the aquarium. Things had just started to get physical between him and Hallibel when they had been so rudely interrupted by the invitation to come participate in tourist activities with the others. Hallibel had seemed genuinely interested, so he had agreed, knowing full well that the moment had passed them by; the spell broken, for the time being.

                She had been fierce with him. It was something Grimmjow hadn’t been overly surprised at, but it had left him crestfallen nevertheless. He knew this Alpha instinct in her was deep-seated, not so much part of the Hollow she once was in the past, as much as her intrinsic self. He was finally beginning to gain a sense of this whole Alpha and Omega dynamic, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. Maybe when he had still been a Hollow, it would have appealed to him to have been claimed by a powerful Espada such as Tia Hallibel. It would have been an honor, especially considering her high rank.

                But here in the World of the Living, with human emotions coursing through his body, Grimmjow couldn’t cause the notion to lay down. It troubled him to no end. What if she can’t let go of this idea to claim me? he worried. He didn’t want to end up as just some toy of hers, merely there to amuse her whims and meet her needs. He didn’t want a mate. He wanted a partner, and he wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted before. He wished at that moment that he had an ability like Ulquiorra’s Solita Vista, with which he might share to Hallibel what he was feeling, or in some way, confirm to his own heart that what she felt for him was the same.

                Walls of glass displayed huge artificial reefs, with a rainbow of different fish. Hallibel was mesmerized, but when she glanced to Grimmjow to see if he was enjoying himself, she could see his smile was forced. Damn him, why did he come if he wasn’t interested? she wondered silently, resolving to enjoy herself in spite of him.

                It was easier said than done. The others were clearly having a fine time, and Hallibel would be just starting to get back into it when she would look at Grimmjow; quiet, brooding, fake smile, and completely sucking the fun out of her afternoon.

                She let the others get ahead of them a bit, hanging back to have a moment alone to speak to him. “You didn’t have to come, you know,” she snapped.

                Grimmjow looked surprised, and then wounded. “I… I just wanted to be with you. You looked like you really did want to come.” Hallibel’s face softened at this. “Like the whale watching the other day. I couldn’t have cared less about them. I mean, it was kind of cool, I guess. But watching how excited you got… That’s what I enjoyed the most.”

                Hallibel was conflicted. “I don’t understand.”

                “What’s there to understand?” he asked. “I want to be with you. What’s so hard to see about that?”

                “But you won’t submit to me,” she growled, and Grimmjow felt her Dominance flaring.

                He looked sadly at her, and shook his head. “Don’t. Please.”

                She took a deep breath, getting herself back under control. “I’m sorry,” she whispered raggedly. “I’m not usually like this…”

                “I know.”

                “You’ve stirred things up, Grimmjow.” She gave him a dark glare. “I don’t know how to fix this. You won’t submit, and I don’t know another way. I don’t understand how to make things work now between us.”

                He gave a heavy sigh. “I don’t know the answer either. I just know that’s not what I want. It doesn’t feel right to me.”

                “Hey, you guys! Come on!” Matsumoto called. “They have whales, and there’s a show starting soon!”

                Hallibel gave a sigh of resignation, and followed. At least seeing the whales again would be nice. She gave a wistful little smile, remembering the majestic creatures that had followed the boat for so long the day before.

                She sat grudgingly beside Grimmjow near the back of the amphitheater as it began to fill up with spectators. Finally, an orca was released from somewhere, and swam into the large pool below. Her heart soared to see this beautiful, powerful creature.

                But as the show progressed, Hallibel began to feel an ache in her heart. This was the same sort of animal from the day before, there was no mistaking that. But this was more like a ghost of the ones she had seen previously. No glory or nobility was to be found in this sad shade of a beast. It was truly little more than a glorified house pet; held captive, bribed with food and attention, forced to perform. The handlers seemed kind enough, and she was sure they were not blatantly abusing the animal… But there was something about this wild thing being enslaved and trapped that robbed it of its noble dignity, and shook her to her core.

                Grimmjow had actually been watching the show, and was enjoying it to some small degree, when he saw Hallibel stand and head for the back of the auditorium. He was about to let her go, figuring maybe she needed to use the restroom, when he spotted a glimmer of something wet reflecting on her cheek. The rain had let up quite a bit, and the amphitheater where they were seated was covered, so he was sure it was unlikely to be a stray rain drop. He watched for a moment, but when he heard her stifle a sob, he stood. Gin looked questioningly at Grimmjow, but he gave the white-haired man a brisk wave of assurance, and followed Hallibel.

                He found her slumped against the wall of the hallway, just out of sight of the others. Her arms were wrapped around her tightly, and she was weeping uncontrollably. “Hey,” Grimmjow said softly, approaching her hesitantly.

                Hallibel turned her face from him. “Go away, please. I don’t want you to see me like this again.”

                Grimmjow ignored her hard words, and approached her, kneeling. “Not gonna happen.”

                She glared at him. “You’re an asshole.”

                “It’s one of my better qualities,” he laughed. “Or so I’ve been told.”

                She was taken aback by this, and he sat down. “What do you want?”

                “What’s going on with you?” Grimmjow dropped the cavalier attitude, becoming completely transparent and bare before her in an instant. “Please, Hallibel… Talk to me.”

                She wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her hooded sweatshirt, sighing. “That whale… It was so sad to see it penned up like that. The ones we saw yesterday were so beautiful, but this was just like a shadow of them…” She sniffled. “It’s stupid. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten in to me lately. All these emotions.” She gestured futilely with her hand.

                “I’ll talk to the shop keeper when we get home,” Grimmjow chuckled, standing and offering Hallibel a hand up. “Faulty merchandise.”

                Hallibel laughed, in spite of herself. He helped pull her to her feet, and she dusted herself off.

                “Hey… I think I saw an ice cream shop near here on the drive over. Do you want to go get some ice cream with me?”

                Hallibel stared at him. “You are so weird sometimes, do you know that?” she demanded. “Why ice cream, now of all times?”

                Grimmjow shrugged. “I dunno. Just sounded good. Something to help take your mind off your troubles.”

                She gave an exasperated sigh. “Ok, lead on.”

                The rain had mostly relented, for the time being, and they walked out the exit of the aquarium. A few doors down, near where they had parked the van, they found the ice cream shop. Grimmjow looked over the offerings, unable to decide. “You pick,” he told Hallibel.

                She peered into the case. “Peach,” she said. “With peach topping.”

                Grimmjow wondered if it was just a strange coincidence or something more, as he took his bowl and sat down at the small table across from her. He watched her take a bite of her ice cream, and the look on her face was exactly that from his dream. Sublime satisfaction. He mournfully wondered if he would ever be able to cause her to make that face. She noticed his sadness, and commented on it. “I thought we came here to cheer me up. Now it’s you that needs the cheering. What’s wrong?”

                Grimmjow shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

                “Talk to me.” Her eyes were pleading, and something in him ached.

                “This isn’t a good place for it…” Grimmjow glanced around.

                “There’s nobody here,” Hallibel pointed out. Even the shop keeper had gone in back. They were completely alone.

                Grimmjow poked at the peaches on top of his ice cream, and pushed the bowl away from himself a bit. “It doesn’t matter.”

                “Grimmjow…”

                The softness in her voice made him glance up at her. She looked sad. “Maybe things can’t work out between us. Would that be so horrible?”

                He swallowed hard. “Yes.”

                His honesty was like a blade twisting in her chest. “I was trying to be sacrificial,” she muttered with a hint of sarcasm, but there was no humor in his face.

                “I just don’t see how it can work. You have this Alpha thing, which I don’t understand at all. It’s not working for me. I just…” He sighed, exasperated.

                “You just… What?” Hallibel demanded, when it became clear that he didn’t intend to finish his sentence.

                Grimmjow shook his head, tight lipped. He looked like he was about to cry.

                “Dammit, Grimmjow, I’m trying,” she hissed, throwing her spoon into her dish. “You could at least meet me in the middle. It’s not easy for me either. I want this too. You know how long I’ve waited. You didn’t even know it, all that time.”

                “I did,” he whispered raggedly.

                She stilled, her heart pounding in her ears. “What?...”

                He looked away. “I knew. Not that you had marked me, or that you were an Alpha, or that I was an Omega…” He glanced at her, the tears welling heavily. “I knew you were the one, Hallibel. I’ve always known.” Her face was unreadable. Come too far now to turn back, he thought with a labored sigh, and continued. “I mean, I guess I hoped. There was never anybody else. Not really. I mean, there were girls I was with, but…” He gazed deeply at her. “I never saw another queen at my side. You always felt so far out of my league, though. You never showed a shadow of interest, since the old days. Until two days ago.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he wasn’t done yet. “Why, Hallibel? You’re selfish if you think you were the only one who suffered during that time. Do you think I didn’t feel something was missing? I could never put my finger on it before now. In the Destruction of battle, my Aspect was sated, and I didn’t feel the ache. To die a glorious death at the hand of a worthy opponent, that was the best I could have hoped for. And when that finally came, do you know what?” He gave her a hard stare. “I thought of you. You, Hallibel. Not Loly, not any of the others that I fooled around with over the years. Only you. And I hoped that maybe in the next life, that we’d have a chance to make things right. But here we are, and now, it’s this.” Grimmjow stood, and stormed out of the shop. He was so angry, he was on the verge of tears, and he would not let allow her the satisfaction of seeing him cry. He walked back to the van and got in the back, slamming the door. He found his music player in his jacket pocket, and plugged in his headphones, turning it up on full blast, closing his eyes.

                It wasn’t long before he heard the voices and laughing of the others, and he knew everyone was loading up. He glanced around and saw Hallibel had sat down in the back seat, as far from him as she could. She was staring despondently out the window, her jacket lying on the seat next to her. Hot tears streamed silently down her cheeks. He closed his eyes again, preparing for another night on the couch.

                Back at the hotel, when Gin got out, Grimmjow clambered ungracefully over the seat and out the open door. He stomped back to the room, only to realize when he got there that Hallibel had the key card. He took a deep breath, leaning his head against the door, and tried to stuff the emotions back down that were threatening to spill out of his eyes.

                Hands snaked around his waist, and he bristled at the feel of Hallibel leaning into his back, embracing him from behind. She brought her lips close to his ear, and whispered. “I’m sorry. I will try, if you will. It might not be easy, but I know it’s worth the effort.” She leaned her head against his shoulder blade. “Today, with the whales… I cried because I realized it was you. Everything that makes them beautiful and worthwhile is because of their wildness. Without their freedom, they are a pale shadow of themselves.” She sighed. “I will not claim you. I don’t want to own you anymore. I want you to be free, but I still want to be with you.”

                He turned to look at her, and she pressed her lips to his. He could taste the salt of her tears there, mixed with peach ice cream, and his tongue ran along hers in delicious relief. She pressed against him, but pulled back a little, realizing maybe she was being overly aggressive. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her tightly to him, his head spinning.

                “Hallibel, you… OH!” They both looked up to see Matsumoto coming around the corner with Hallibel’s sweatshirt in her hand. She stopped, a look of surprise on her face. “You forgot your jacket,” she said, rummaging in the pocket of it and pulling out the key card. “I figured you might need this.” She slid it through the lock and pushed the handle down, popping the door open, and dropping the jacket and card just inside the doorway. She gave a naughty grin to the both of them. “Honestly, it’s about time, you two,” she whispered with a knowing wink and a smirk. They grinned themselves, and looked at each other. Matsumoto reached around behind the doorknob, pulling out a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, and hung it on the outside of the knob. “I’ll see you two tomorrow, check out is at eleven.” She turned and waltzed happily down the hall, humming something cheerful as she went to her own room.

                Grimmjow chucked, and looked deeply into Hallibel’s eyes. She pushed the door open, and gestured for him to go inside. He understood the significance, and seriousness clouded his face. She let out a squeal as he scooped her up in his arms, and carried her across the threshold, bridal-style. “Together,” he whispered as the door shut behind them.

WWWWWWWWWW

                Grimmjow carried Hallibel to the bed, and laid her down. Her pupils were dilated, and her breathing was quick and shallow. “This won’t be easy for me,” she confided. “I am going to have a hard time holding back. I don’t want to hurt you. My instinct is strong. But as I told you before, I don’t want to own you.” She pulled him down roughly onto the bed, and flipped him over. “But I will make you mine.”

                Grimmjow gasped. This fierceness… It had been off-putting earlier. But now… He shuddered. “Yes,” was all he could say.

                She fell on him like a predator, with an intensity that was glorious to him. She bit his lip, drawing blood a little, and a small cry from him. She licked at the wound, sucking at it, and then turned his head to the side, pressing it down firmly into the pillow, exposing his throat. She let out an animalistic growl, and bit his shoulder, hard. He whined, and she licked at his ear, clamping her hand over his mouth. “Shhh,” she whispered, a wicked smile curling her lips. “You’ll only make this worse for yourself if you make noises like that, Grimmjow.”

                He panted heavily through his nose, and pressed his tongue against her palm. She smirked. “No.” Her hands reached to his wrists, and held them down above his head. “Just lie there for now. You will have to bear the brunt of years of pent up frustrations, before you will be allowed to lay a finger on me.”

                He understood, and nodded silently. Her tongue trailed down his throat, and she paused to nip him softly. He panted, but did not utter one sound. Even when she bit his nipple roughly through his t-shirt, the only sound to be heard was the sharp intake of his breath. She sat up for a moment, eyeing him. “You’re doing very well,” she murmured. “Perhaps a little too well. You’re making this far too easy for me, Grimmjow…” As she hissed his name into his ear, she pressed him with her Reitsu of Domination.

                “Ngh… H-Hallibel…” His eyes rolled back in his head, and he squirmed, gasping. “Oh, f-fuck… I t-thought…” She pressed him again, harder, and he moaned. “Ohh… But you said…”

                She leaned down to his ear, sliding her tongue into the canal, nuzzling behind it, breathing hot air against his skin. “Do you want me to stop?” She withdrew the Reitsu, and he cried out in dismay.

                “No! Please…” He was trembling. “Oh, please…”

                “Only because you ask so nicely,” she murmured, slowly allowing the Reitsu to return, lapping at his own in flaming tongues of ecstasy.

                “Yessss,” he hissed, arching his back into her. “Oh, Hallibel… What is this? It feels so good. You’re barely touching me, but… Aaahhh!” He cried out again as she pressed him harder.

                “You know,” she growled in a low voice.

                He nodded. This was her claiming him. He hadn’t expected it to feel like this, to be so erotic. He was incapable of resisting her advances. He knew his Omega instincts must have finally kicked in, but he didn’t care. He just wanted her to take him.

                She pulled up his t-shirt, he thought to take it off, but when she got it around his wrists, she stopped and twisted it tightly, fashioning a makeshift restraint, which she was then able to hold with one hand. The other reached down and deftly undid the button of his jeans. Grimmjow moaned, trying to thrust against her hand. She gave him a severe glare, pressing him harder with her Spiritual Pressure until he felt like he was about to suffocate. He could not move under her Reitsu of Dominance. He gave a pitiful, begging whisper. “P-please, Hallibel… It hurts… I want to feel you touching me.”

                She smiled a little. “In due time, my precious one.” She dragged her fingernails up the zipper, causing tiny little vibrations to skitter through his groin, and he moaned. She pressed her fingertips against the straining denim, and slid them along his length. “Hmmm…” She licked her lips, and his eyes widened. “I don’t remember what you taste like, Grimmjow. I think I’m going to have to jog my memory.”

                She nuzzled down the front of him, licking periodically, before stopping to unzip his pants with her teeth. He shuddered, and she brought his hands down to rest on his stomach, pressing them down there and giving a warning glare that was clear in its meaning; Move them, and there will be consequences…

                Grimmjow nodded slightly, and gasped at her mischievous grin. Her tongue darted out and slid just under the waist band of his boxer shorts, causing him to squirm against her. “Oh, H-Hallibel,” he whined. He tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down, a firm hand on his chest, and came back up by his face, leveling a feral look at him.

                “No,” she commanded, a haughty look in her eyes as she drew herself upright, more commandingly. Grimmjow felt the strength draining from his limbs as she pressed him, and he lolled listlessly to the side, gasping. He whimpered, a hot tear streaking down his cheek.

                “It hurts,” he whispered, shutting his eyes tightly. “Please…”

                She let up the weight of her Dominance, and he gave a small sigh of relief. Hallibel slid her hands under Grimmjow’s backside, lifting his hips as she knelt between his legs. She pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, then twisted them on themselves to restrain him, stretching a leg back to pin them down. She made an animalistic sound in the back of her throat, and he glanced down to see the wild fire in her eyes. She was usually so self-controlled, but to see her like this… He swelled, and clear fluid beaded at the tip of his length. Hallibel gave an approving hum, and flicked her tongue across him to remove the droplet. He hissed and gave an uncontrollable thrust of his hips, moaning piteously, biting his lip.

                “Do you want more?” Hallibel teased, panting hot breath on his straining erection. Grimmjow nodded deliriously. Hallibel crawled up to his ear and nuzzled him. “Then ask for it,” she taunted.

                “Please,” he gasped. “M-more…”

                “Not good enough,” she snapped, and straddled his waist, trapping his bound hands between his stomach and her groin. She ground herself against him, letting out a delicious shudder as she sat high above him. “You had better be quick about it, Grimmjow, or I’m going to have to make a decision. Now…” She fell over him, landing on her forearms, her forehead against his, gazing with hunger into his eyes as she kissed him deeply. “Tell me… Exactly…” She breathed hotly on his neck again, speaking the most intimate words directly into his ear. “What… Do… You…. Want?”

                “Touch me,” he pleaded, not wasting a moment, realizing how serious she was in spite of her playful demeanor.

                “Touch… You?” she asked, running her fingers over his chest. “Like this?”

                “Ngh… No…”

                She dug her nails into him, and he cried out. “Like this?”

                “Fff…” Grimmjow bit his lip. “No… I want you to lick me… Please…”

                She dragged her tongue across his stomach. “You’ll have to do better than that, Grimmjow…”

                Tears streamed down his face unchecked. “F-fuck, Hallibel… You know what I want…”

                He came up to his face and glared at him, pressing his bound wrists back above his head. “I’m going to make you do this by the book, Grimmjow. Just this once. It may seem cruel. It’s going to hurt, I guarantee you. But trust me…” She slipped two fingers into his mouth, and he looked questioningly at her. “Get them good and wet, Grimmjow,” she ordered.   She slid her digits slickly over his tongue, and his eyes widened as realization came over him. He tried to cry out in protest, but his mouth was full of her fingers. She braced against the pants that held his legs in place and leaned toward his ear, speaking in a tone that sent shudder up his spine. “This will be easier for you if you relax. I did warn you, Grimmjow, that I might not be able to control my instinct. Now, be a good boy, and be as quiet as you can when I take my fingers from your mouth. You don’t understand now, but you need this…”

                He swallowed hard, and took a steadying a breath as she slipped her fingers out from between his lips. She lowered her hand past his swollen member, and pressed her moist fingertips against his entrance. He closed his eyes at the sensation. It was surreal, how amazing it felt. He breathed heavily, and gave her a hungry look, nodding his head in affirmation. Hallibel smiled, and slid inside of him.

                It was all he could do not to scream out in ecstasy. He turned his head to the side, burying it in the pillow, giving a muffled whimper. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. He felt completed at her touch deep inside of him. She buried her fingers, sensing for the place she knew would cause him to lose his self control completely, and she knew she had found it when his eyes shot open and he gasped. “Ngh… Oh, f-for fuck’s sake…” He writhed under her, his eyes rolling back in his head as he was lost in his pleasure. “H-hallibel… Will you… Suck on me?” he asked timidly. “Please…”

                She grinned slyly. “Suck on…?”

                He winced, squeezing his eyes tightly as she pressed him again with her Dominance. “M-my… My… Cock.”

                She fell on him instantly, rewarding his obedience by fulfilling the deep need he had finally found the boldness to ask her aloud to meet. “That’s all I wanted, Grimmjow,” she said, lapping at the head as he moaned pleasurably, sending shivers down her own spine. She twitched her fingers, still buried inside of him, and he jerked with a gasp as she pressed the tip of him against her lips, allowing them to part slightly as she forced him past grazing teeth. He pressed his hips into her, and she took his full length to the back of her throat, her tongue swirling on his shaft as she did so. She pulled back, giving a little bite on the head as she lapped at the dribble that issued from his slit. “I wanted to hear you ask for it. That’s not so much, is it?” She gazed into his eyes, and saw something there breaking in him. She had not expected this, and had not expected to see so clearly that he wanted it. “Do you… submit to me?” she asked, incredulously.

                “Yes,” he whispered, tears running down his face. “Yes, my queen.”

                She sighed, leaning her forehead into his chest, a peace washing over her and tears welled at her eyes. “Grimmjow…” She lowered her voice, allowing her fingers to slide back out of him. He shuddered, and she slumped against him, seeming as through all the ferocity had gone from her, and she was spent. He felt hot tears dripping on his stomach, and he unwound his wrists from the shirt, raising her chin to see her crying.

                “What’s the matter?” he asked, worried.

                She sniffled. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I tried, but it was too much. I told you I wouldn’t…”

                Grimmjow smiled indulgently. “No, Hallibel. You were right. I did want it. I just didn’t know it.” She buried her face in his neck, sighing with relief, her hand wandering his flesh, teasing at his firmness. “I submitted because I wanted to, not because you forced me,” he murmured, nuzzling into her soft hair.

                “Then it’s done,” she breathed. “Sealed by blood, our fates are bound, one to the other, from this day forward. You are mine, but more so, I am also yours.” She kissed him softly, speaking over him the ancient words of the pact, passed down generations of Hollows from time immemorial.

                “That’s it?” Grimmjow regarded her warily. “That’s all there was to it?”

                “Non-traditional, to be sure, as far as a claiming goes, but yes,” Hallibel affirmed. “What, did you think you were going to end up as some mindless zombie?”

                “Well, honestly… Yeah, kind of.” he chuckled.

                “It’s submission, Grimmjow, not mind control,” she laughed musically. “Otherwise, I would already have had my way with you and been done with it a long time ago.”

                “Well…” He reached down and slid his hand between the two of them, pressing against the moist heat that could be felt through the crotch of her sweat pants. She gasped, and grabbed at his wrist in surprise. “I was hoping we weren’t done…”

                “Oh, of course not,” she assured him, releasing his wrist. “We still have to consummate the claiming.” She ran her fingers through his blue hair, and he sighed, leaning into her tender caress. “But there’s no hurry in that. We have all night.”

                Grimmjow pulled her down to him, laving at her neck like an animal licking its wounds. She shuddered. “You can’t have forgotten, even after all this time,” he breathed into her ear. “I’m not that quickly satisfied, Hallibel. We had better get to it.”

                She leaned down, nuzzling at his neck, nipping playfully as her hand found his erection, still firm. “Oh, that’s right…” She gave him a gentle stroke, and he made a hissing gasp, pressing his knee between her legs. “The legendary stamina of the Panther King,” she teased in an overly-dramatic tone. “The bane of the Whores of Las Noches… Their cries echoing into the night, ‘Save us from the Sexta! He shall be the ruin of us all!’ Did you ever truly break any of them, Grimmjow?”

                He ground his knee into her groin, and she shivered, gripping him tighter, returning the sensation. “A few. But you, my queen…” Hallibel trembled breathlessly, hearing him call her that title, and he slid a finger into the waistband of her pants, “…You are made of sterner stuff. I’m sure you would know what to do if I got too rowdy with you.”

                “You mean something like… This?” She flared her Dominance, pressing him, and he wilted, hands falling limply to the bed, the mischief in his eyes replaced by passionate agony. He glared hungrily at her, panting.

                “If you’re going to keep doing that, you’re going to have to take care of things yourself,” he gasped.

                “Hmmm…” Hallibel slid her body against his sensually, and he moaned. “I think that could be arranged…”

                Grimmjow’s eyes widened as Hallibel slipped out of her clothing, and her feverish flesh burned against him. She pushed with her foot against the jeans still tangled around his ankles. “You’d better behave yourself,” she warned as she freed him of the makeshift binding. “Alpha or not, you will remember that I only play by my own rules between the sheets.”

                “Of course,” he whispered, leaning up to suck on her ear lobe. “My queen.” She gasped as his knee came up again to meet the growing moisture between her thighs. She pressed him with her Dominance in a quick reprimand, and he fell slack again.

                “Don’t get too hasty, my love,” she scolded. “You wish to touch me?”

                He grinned. “Yes. I do. Please, may I touch you?”

                “Hmmm…” She thought about it for a moment. “Perhaps after I’ve had a bit of my own fun…” She worked her way back down to his abdomen, running a slick tongue over his well-defined muscles, her fingers sliding under his back side and digging in a little. “You’ve got quite the tight little ass, Grimmjow,” she told him, trailing a finger torturously along the curve of his cheek. “Both in, and out…”

                He quivered at her touch, squirming slightly. “P-please, Hallibel… My queen…” She grabbed him tightly and stroked him in a steady motion. He groaned, and reached for her. “Please, let me touch you,” he begged. “I want to feel your heat…”

                With her free hand, she took his wrist and guided him to her, in a gesture of permission. They both sighed as his fingers slipped over her velvety folds, gliding along the hot, wet trail. He withdrew and found the tight nub at the apex of her opening, and traced practiced little circles around it, feeling it swelling as her arousal grew. He rubbed at the tip of it and she slouched forward, momentarily losing herself. He shivered at having found something she enjoyed, and continued to stroke teasingly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. All the while, she never stopped her own steady stroking, sometimes increasing in her pace to match the intensity of the pleasure he was giving to her.

                He slid his fingers along her silky slit, probing to either side, but not venturing inside yet. His palm cupped her, pressing firmly on her mound as her eyes glazed over again with lust, a throaty, pleading sound coming from her.

                “Do you want something?” he asked teasingly, and she eyed him with a smirk.

                “I want your fingers buried inside of my wetness,” she told him. His eyelids fluttered and he gasped, electricity shooting up his spine at hearing her speak so boldly. “It feels nice, doesn’t it? To hear it.”

                “Yes,” he agreed, pressing his fingers into her as she let out a heady moan. “It feels nice to feel it, also. And to hear you, while I feel it.” Hallibel slumped onto his chest, biting at his shoulder half-heartedly, unable to gather much strength with his fingers buried inside her, stroking her intimately. Her grip slackened on him, and she became dazed under his touch.

                She listed to the side, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, laying her down softly. She tightened her grip on him, and rocked her hips, simultaneously thrusting against his hand inside of her as she mimicked the motion with her own, surrounding him. They lay astraddle each other for a while this way, their bodies moving in tandem, each time drawing back only to lunge toward one another again.

                “I can’t take it anymore,” Grimmjow panted. “I need to be in you…” Hallibel smiled, and licked his lips, sliding her tongue between his and drawing him into a hungry kiss. He felt her shiver as he pulled his fingers from her depths, and she rolled to her back, much to his surprise. “I thought… You preferred to be on top?” he asked her, confused.

                “I do, generally,” she agreed, pulling with need at his hips. “But we’re not Hollows anymore. These human emotions are playing hell with me, and I’m a little off my usual game. I want this right now.”

                Grimmjow smiled, relishing the pleasured sigh and look of ecstasy that crossed her face as she felt his member slipping hotly against her slick folds. “Well, in that case, I’m happy to oblige you.” He enjoyed the rare feeling of power that being on top of her gave to him. He knew it was only power borrowed from her; Hallibel would never let anyone truly control her in the bedroom, he remembered that well. But for a moment, he felt as though this was her way of giving something back to him, a tiny token of submission in return, for allowing himself to be claimed by her.

                The tip of his length rubbed against her swollen bundle of nerves, and she cried out, hands splayed, pressing hard against the sheets as she bucked against him. “Don’t tease me,” she said, half order and half plea, tears welling in her eyes. “You know how long I’ve already waited.”

                Grimmjow gave her a soft, apologetic smile, and ran his fingers down her cheek. “I just want to be sure I make it worth the wait for you.”

                She reached her hands up, taking his face in them and drawing him down to her, pressing their foreheads together, nuzzling him. “It already has been,” she murmured, her tongue pressing deeply into his mouth. “We both deserve release, though, Grimmjow. Too long have we both been haunted by these ghosts. End it.”

                “As you wish, my queen.” He bowed his head to her chest, and sighed as he slid inside her. It was so warm, and her wetness was remarkable. She must have been dreaming of this day for a long time, Grimmjow realized as he buried himself eagerly to the hilt in her. Truly, he had spent many a lonesome night himself, thinking about this moment, hands struggling in frustration against an unfulfilling shadow of the satisfaction he found now as she wound her arms and legs around him, drawing him into her. Her wail of desire resounded off the walls, further igniting the fire that was already burning hotly in his stomach. He slowly withdrew, quivering at the pitiful mewling sounds she made, and very nearly losing himself as he slammed roughly back into her. Hallibel gave a guttural cry, digging her nails into his back, which only served to excite him more. He pounded against her again and again, her laments filling his ears as the room began to spin, his vision darkening.

                “Yesss,” she hissed, her breath quickening, and he realized she was on the verge of release. He stared into her eyes intently, watching them flutter and roll as she panted, a low moan stirring deep in her throat, rising in pitch into a ragged shriek of ecstasy as she clawed the sheets, fisting them within a white-knuckled grip. He maintained a steady pace, never relenting, until her fingers finally loosened from the bedding and she listed slackly to the side. Her hand came to his arm in tenderness, and she jerked with a gasp. “Oh, Grimmjow,” she lilted, touching him in a signal of pacification. “Enough…”

                He leaned low over her, purring in her ear. “I’m not done yet, Hallibel…”

                She writhed on the sheets beneath him, sighing, on the verge of over-stimulation. “It’s too much,” she gasped. “Here, let me…” She reached for him, intending for find some other means of pacifying his insatiable lust, but he pressed himself against her chest, holding her wrists.

                “Please,” he pleaded, and he felt her nod numbly in permission against his shoulder as she labored to breathe. He slowed his pace to a crawl, now that she had been sated, and drew himself completely out slowly, thrusting back in with a vigor that surprised even him. Hallibel let out a choked sob, and Grimmjow looked sharply, afraid he might have hurt her.

                The look on her face, however, was the furthest thing from pain. Her hands absently stroked the sides of her breasts in her delirium, and Grimmjow leaned down to lap at one of her pert nipples. She couldn’t even respond properly, she was so overcome with the all-encompassing sensation that washed through her. Grimmjow smiled. This felt so good. He felt powerful, in a way he never had before, with her lying there beneath him, wreathed in downy locks of hair, glowing with sweat. He had never seen anything so lovely, and he wanted nothing more than to please her forever, and to be pleased in return. A sensation of fierce protectiveness flowed through him then and he felt his Reitsu flare with a sudden, unexpectedly torrential increase, as though he had broken down a wall somewhere within himself, and the flood of Reitsu that resulted was amazing. He knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do to please or protect her, and the weight of that responsibility covered him like a cloak.

                “Ngh… Grimm… jow…. What…?” Hallibel seemed unable to breathe suddenly, and he stopped, worry replacing the sensation of power he had been lost in.

                “Are you ok?”

                She gasped, and looked at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What happened? That almost felt like…”

                “Like what?” he prodded her, pulling out and laying next to her, concern for her wellbeing pushing away any ideas he’d just had of completing his satisfaction.

                She shook her head, staring warily at him as she leaned away some, but doubt was there in her eyes. “Like Domination.”

                He chuckled. “Yeah, right.”

                She leaned hesitantly toward him, laying her hand on him, staring at his chest. “Do it again.”

                “I don’t know if I can,” he muttered, confused.

                “Feel it,” she insisted. “Just summon that feeling again, remember and feel it.”

                He nodded, and watched her face as he did so. She melted as the Reitsu flowed through the room. A sly grin cracked across his face. “Well,” he murmured, pressing her with delight and watching her squirm as he had so many times. “This is an unexpected turn of events…”

                “But… How?” she panted, struggling to focus.

                “Faulty merchandise?” Grimmjow suggested, pulling the Reitsu back into himself, leaving her a ragged, trembling mess. “How do we have abilities like this in the first place? These bodies are supposed to be human, remember…”

                “Maybe we should speak with Urahara when we get back…” she suggested, chewing on her bottom lip.

                “What, and ruin our fun?” He licked at her Reitsu with his, and she shuddered, biting her lip harder. “Here, let me do that for you,” he teased, leaning down and sucking and biting on her lip, starting things all over again.

                “Ngh… Grimmjow, you’re going to have to give me a little break…” Hallibel gasped.

                “I still haven’t gotten mine yet,” he reminded her, prodding her thigh with his erection.

                “Damn, you really do have far too much stamina,” she laughed, pulling the sheets over them as she climbed on top of him for round two.

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                Grimmjow sighed and stretched, cracking an eye at the first light of dawn that was spilling through the windows, illuminating Hallibel in a halo of pale hair. He gazed down at her, still locked in the blissful embrace of slumber, lying peacefully on his chest, and he gave a satisfied sigh. He wondered idly how many times they had gone last night. He’d stopped counting after three. It had been the wee-hours of the morning before they’d both been too tired to carry on, and fell into a couple of hours of much needed sleep. He brushed a few strands of hair from her eyes as she exhaled, nestling into him.

                What an unexpected turn of events, he mused. Neither of them had quite known what to do with the development of his breakthrough of his own Reitsu of Dominance. Grimmjow wasn’t sure what that would mean for the two of them, but he figured they’d work through it. He was never one to follow the rules anyway. But he knew without a doubt that after last night, he could never let her go again. Their fates were bonded, she had said, sealed by blood, one to the other, from this day forward. Grimmjow grinned and licked at the scabbed-over bite on his lower lip. She was a wildcat between the sheets, for sure, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

                She had given her word that she wouldn’t force him to submit, but her instinct had gotten the best of her. The strangest part of it all, was that when the moment finally came, he hadn’t minded in the least. He had been more than willing to give in to her, and she had claimed him as she had set out to do from the beginning. He hadn’t ended up a mindless slave to her, though, which had been his biggest point of contention regarding the matter. If she had been able to explain it more clearly from the beginning, he thought, I might not have fought her so hard… He gave a little chuckle at that. Who was he kidding… It was part of his nature to be confrontational and defiant. He was sure they’d be having quite a few knock-down, drag-out brawls between them, if she allowed him to move into her apartment with her. One of his signature skewed grins stole across his face. But that means make-up sex…

                “What is his majesty thinking about, hmm?” Hallibel asked with a sleepy smile, looking up at him from behind a mess of tousled bangs.

                “Sex,” he replied honestly, and she laughed.

                “You’re more rabbit than cat,” she scolded him with a yawn, sitting up and straddling his hips, giving a big stretch. He admired her dark curves, running his fingers over her taut flesh hungrily.

                “Well, you do know about lions, don’t you?” he teased.

                “What about lions?” She crossed her arms, meant to be a gesture of mock-sternness, but it only served to make her look more endearing to Grimmjow, and lift her ample bosom on display for him.

                “When the females are in season,” he explained, “A bout of mating can last for several days. They will copulate between twenty to forty times per day, frequently forgoing food during this time.”

                Hallibel’s green eyes widened. “That is not true,” she insisted in disbelief.

                Grimmjow cackled deviously. “I swear to you, it most assuredly is.”

                She flopped face-down into the bed beside his head. “Kami,” she groaned, muffled by the pillow. “You’ll break me, sire.”

                He drew his fingertips up her spine and she shivered pleasurably as she disentangled her legs from his, trying to stand. “Hey…” he protested playfully, snagging his arm around her waist and yanking her back onto the bed.

                “Grimmjow!” she shrieked in laughter. “Let me go shower! I smell like the southward end of a north-bound yak!”

                He buried his nose in her side, inhaling deeply. “Mmmm… You smell like…” He eyed her hungrily. “…us.”

                She glared at him, but her face softened as she chuckled. “Alright. One last time. But we need to leave in a few hours, so after that, you have to let me go shower!”

                He pulled her back into the bed with him, grinning as he buried his face in her neck, biting her. “Hmmm… Only if I get to join you…”

                WWWWWWWWWW

                “Are they going to make it?” Orihime asked, worry creeping into her tone as she checked her watch yet again. It was already five past eleven, and she was concerned that the hotel was going to charge her if the two lovebirds didn’t vacate the premises promptly. Everyone else was there, waiting for them.

                “Here they come now,” Ulquiorra said, nodding in the direction of the lobby. Hallibel squealed and skipped out of reach, swatting at his hand as Grimmjow made a grope for her backside, laughing. When they spotted the others waiting by the van, they both sobered immediately, standing upright and failing miserably at hiding their mischievous smirks.

                “I can guess what was holding them up,” Gin whispered to Matsumoto, and she giggled, smacking his shoulder.

                “Shhh! Don’t embarrass them, they’ll hear you!” she scolded playfully.

                Orihime wound her fingers in Ulquiorra’s, smiling warmly at him. “I think it’s sweet,” she said. “I’m glad to see them so happy together.” Ulquiorra nodded in agreement, and opened the door for her.

                Matsumoto waved at them. “Oi! Good morning, you two! Over here!” They waved back, and hurried to the van. Grimmjow took Hallibel’s bag with his own and climbed into the rear seat, tossing them both unceremoniously on top of the pile of luggage in the back. Hallibel followed behind him.

                The others loaded in and got situated for the long drive home. “Is everyone wearing their safety restraints?” Ulquiorra asked as he finally started the van. All eyes scanned around the vehicle, and landed ultimately on Grimmjow and Hallibel.

                The two unrestrained lovers lay in a reclined, spooning cuddle. His arms were tangled around her, face buried in her silky hair. Soft snores drifted from the both of them, already overtaken by sleep.

                “Awww, the poor things,” Matsumoto cooed. “They wore themselves out.”

                “Poor things?” Gin snickered. “I could hardly sleep myself last night, for all the racket they were putting up. Had to go out in the hallway at nine o’clock and put a Kido seal on their room when the Reitsu started flying, didn’t figure we needed Soul Society sending anyone here, poking around to investigate.”

                “That was prudent of you, Gin, thank you,” Ulquiorra said as he pulled the van out of the parking lot, and onto the road.

                “Well, it looks like they must have worked things out,” Orihime said cheerily.

                Matsumoto glanced back on the exhausted couple, and saw Grimmjow shift in his sleep, his hand reaching up to tangle his fingers in Hallibel’s downy locks. She gave a soft smile from her dreams, and sighed peacefully, laying her hand over his.

                “Yes, I would most certainly say so,” Matsumoto agreed with a warm smile.

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A/N: Completed, at last! Thank you so much to everyone for the outpouring of support on this story! I’ve gotten a remarkable amount of feedback on this one, it seems like it was very well-liked! I will admit, I had my doubts at times; this wasn’t an easy pairing to write, and there were moments I wanted to give up on them… But they managed to work it out quite well between themselves, I think.

Thank you all for reading, and for your reviews, they are so encouraging to me, whether it’s the story I’m currently working on or another one, every review fans the flames of my writing, making me want to do more! Next up, since I don’t have anything else planned, I’m doing a little one-shot UlquiHime Lemon/semi-PWP, which has been running around in the back of my head for a while, and will be available when it’s ready, here on Adult-FanFiction. Thank you to Esaint Dracul, for sticking it out through this story; don’t worry, my friend, I’ll make it worth your while on the next one! ^.^
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