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

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Oh and I decided to donate this story to the GrimmNel Festival!
WARNINGS: There will be some underage drug and alcohol use, girls dancing like strippers, and more of Grimmjow's potty mouth. You've been forewarned!
Thanks again JB for beta-reading! You're awesome!
"Anyway I think I met him some time before…" Nicki Minaj
Your Love Chapter 4
Nelliel entered the abandoned warehouse approximately five minutes after Hallibel after taking her advice about arriving late. Hallibel didn't want to give Grimmjow any reason to immediately recognize her from the ice cream parlor the previous week. She was immediately met with the heavy stench of cigar and marijuana. Her eyes began to water from the toxic cloud that filled the room, and she found herself blinking while her eyes adjusted to the offensive air.
Looking around the large room Nelliel took in the scenery before her. To her left was a long rectangular table with an assortment of alcoholic beverages and a punch bowl. There's no telling what's in that punch, Nelliel mused as she looked at the red concoction inside the bowl. There was also a platter with chocolate brownies, which Nelliel was positive contained an extra ingredient.
Allowing her gaze to travel slowly back from her left, Nelliel spotted a large, overstuffed orange chair in the corner with Mila-Rose giving Shawlong, Edrad, and a few other young men a private show to the blaring music playing. She shook her head and chuckled, continuing her surveillance.
Nelliel nodded her head to the sultry, upbeat sounds of Rihanna's "Rude Boy", which was pulsing from a large stereo system to her right that had tall speakers on either side of it.
Speaking of 'rude boys', she thought when she spotted the man of her wet dreams sitting in the center of the room on another large, overstuffed orange sofa.
Both of Grimmjow's arms were stretched out along the sofa behind him. The teal-haired man sat with his knees apart, his ever-present grin stretching across his face, and a lollipop stick the only thing interrupting his bright white smile. His blue gaze was focused on only one woman in the entire room…
…and it was not Nelliel!
A small scowl appeared across her lips while she watched an attractive young woman with shoulder-length, curly hair shake her bare ass to the music directly in front of Grimmjow. His eyes were rooted to the apex of her thighs, which were spread wide apart giving the lollipop-smirking rude boy a full view of everything she had to offer.
Never diverting her eyes, Nelliel continued to look on as the woman lowered herself to her knees with her torso to the floor and her ass in the air. The woman licked across the purple lipstick adorning her lips and looked over her shoulder at him, mouthing the sexy lyrics. "Take it; take it, baby, baby…"
Judging by Grimmjow's expression he fully intended to do just that. His eyes remained glued to the thin, triangle-shaped onyx fabric of her G-string, the only thing covering her womanhood while she continued to shake her ass in front of him. He reached forward and traced the triangle outline of the woman's G-string with the tip of his forefinger, which caused Nelliel's scowl to deepen.
This is going to be even more difficult than I originally thought, Nelliel told herself as she approached the liquor table. If that's what I have to do in order to get Grimmjow's attention…
"It kinda makes you sick, doesn't it?" A low male voice interrupted Nelliel's thoughts. She looked up and spotted a tall man with long, dark wavy hair standing to her right, staring directly at her.
He was a fairly attractive man with blue-gray eyes; a tall, lean build, with a lazy expression evident on his face. He wore a white button-down shirt, with the first three buttons open and dark slacks. A simple, chain-linked silver watch covered his left wrist, which he lifted in front of him to check the time.
"…to think that a woman would lower her dignity and self-respect just for a man's attention." His smoky eyes left Nelliel's to look over his shoulder at the mystery woman and Grimmjow with distaste.
"The only thing Grimmjow's going to do is fuck her tonight, and then dump her for the next available woman tomorrow."
"Um… you know that man…?" Nelliel asked the talkative stranger locking her gaze on the punch bowl… which probably was comprised of everything but punch.
"Who? Grimmjow?" The man questioned, focusing his attention back to Nelliel again. "Yeah I know him. He's a hot-head but he's an alright guy. He just sucks when it comes to women. He's always been that way, and no one's really understood why. There's only one woman who he's ever truly respected…"
Tia… Nelliel thought as she sighed. "Well I'm sure he has his reasons." She assured the stranger, while mentally trying to assure herself at the same time.
"He's still very young. He's only twenty-one so he still has a lot of growing up to do. I'm almost positive when the right woman comes along, Grimmjow will do a complete 180 on his personality."
That statement made Nelliel smile and her determination return. She knew she was light-years away from Grimmjow's usual hit-and-runs in terms of personality. She could only hope that would be enough to lure the extremely outspoken man to her side. Maybe it's time he tried something different.
"Heh." The stranger chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "Here I am talking to you like I know you, and I haven't even told you my name."
A nervous sweat broke out against Nelliel's temples as she began to wave her hands frantically in front of her. "You don't have to worry about that! We were just having small talk."
"Even still it's disrespectful for a man to speak to a woman without introducing himself." Outstretching his hand he said, "I'm Coyote Starrk."
She gripped his hand and returned the firm hand shake. "I'm Nel…" Her words just escaped her lips when she glanced over Starrk's shoulders to see her teal-haired Adonis standing directly behind him.
. . . . .
Grimmjow looked up from Cirucci Sanderwicci on the floor to gaze at the sea-green-haired beauty standing at the drinks table, talking to that lazy bastard, Coyote Starrk. His sapphire gaze focused on the curvaceous beauty that seemed extremely out of place at his party. He took in the sight of her exposed creamy back, which was dominated by a large number 3 tattoo. The way her ass protruded from the dress had the teal-haired man fisting his hands at his sides while imagining his fingers digging into the massive cheeks.
My damn dick's hard just thinkin' 'bout it, he thought as he twirled his lollipop with his tongue.
Cirucci began to straddle Grimmjow's lap to grind against his length, but was rudely pushed away causing her to fall non-so-gracefully onto the sofa beside him.
"What the fuck, Grimmjow?" Cirucci stood and yelled while she lowered her dress to her knees. She had done everything she could to get inside the fighter's pants for months, and tonight it seemed all of her hard work was paying off. She finally had the resident bad-boy right where she wanted him… or so it had seemed… and he'd rudely pushed her away!
"Explain yourself right now!" She demanded as she stood in front of him with her fists balling at her sides.
"Tch, I don't have ta explain myself ta ya," Grimmjow told her biting into his lollipop, chewing the Tootsie Roll center. Discarding the stick he brushed past the stunned girl, "I watched ya dance. I'm finished; that's all."
"But I thought—" Cirucci coyly placed her finger on her bottom lip and swayed her hips.
"Ya thought wrong," He interrupted and rolled his eyes at the pathetic attempt to seduce him. "So whatever ya were gonna say, save it. I don't wanna hear it." His hard, blue eyes narrowed into slits as he scowled menacingly at her. "And if ya keep makin' a scene, I'll kick yer ass out. D'ya understand?"
Cirucci was thankful that the loud music drowned out their conversation from other prying ears. Lifting her nose high in the air, she flipped Grimmjow her middle finger and turned to leave. Unfortunately she couldn't escape without hearing his last mocking words.
"Heh, ya'd like tha' wouldn't ya?" He cackled, "But yer better off fuckin' ya'self!"
His eyes focused back on the sea-green-haired beauty standing with Starrk. He witnessed her nervous blush and her waving hands at something Starrk had said.
"Fuckin' bastard's trying ta put the moves my woman, eh?" Clenching his teeth together Grimmjow's fingers twitched and he resisted the urge to rub the painful erection straining his jeans.
Her body's a fuckin' killer, he thought as he stood to make his way over to the talkative couple. I gotta have her!
Grimmjow moved to stand behind Starrk and grinned when his eyes locked with the unknown woman's hazel orbs. He drank in her every curve, all of them easily and beautifully seen in the body-hugging dress she wore. Allowing his gaze to travel upwards, his eyes settled on the birthmark that ran across her face.
His eyes continued their journey, licking his lips at her long, shimmering hair. Even in the dim lighting of the warehouse, the mystery woman's hair sparkled like summer ice cubes.
She kept her gaze on him and Grimmjow had to admire her for that. He reveled in a confident woman, and was equally humored by a nervous one.
This woman's an interestin' mix of both, Grimmjow thought, smirking at her non-wavering gaze, while still repeatedly smoothing her hair over her voluptuous bosom, an obvious indication to her nervousness.
His mouth watered as he imagined his hands underneath her breasts, weighing the enormous mounds in his palms. Grimmjow pictured his face buried between them and leaving numerous passion marks all over them. He could already envision her sensitive peaks pointing towards his mouth, practically begging his tongue to taste them.
"Well Starrk, I see yer enjoyin' ya'self. Ya even met a lady friend. Why don't ya introduce us?" Grimmjow stated more than asked, all the while never taking his eyes off the beauty before him.
Nelliel blushed and looked away, while Starrk scowled in response. "I don't think that'll be necessary, Grimmjow." The brunet narrowed his eyes at his friend. "We were just standing here talking about you as a matter of fact."
"Oh really…" Grimmjow smirked at Starrk's acquaintance, enjoying how she now refused to meet his gaze. "I hope it wasn't anythin' too bad…"
"That depends on how you look at the truth," Starrk replied simply with a yawn. His smoky eyes looked past Grimmjow's to the scantily-clad woman approaching them. For the first time that night, Starrk allowed himself to smile as she met with the group.
"Jaegerjaquez," Hallibel's even voice spoke in his ear as she leaned against his shoulder. "I'm disappointed in you. Surely you haven't forgotten my friend Nel already, have you? You only met her last week at Baskin-Robbins."
Grimmjow's eyes widened with surprise, staring at the sensual beauty before him. There's no fuckin' way that's mop-head from last week, he thought incredulously.
There was little room left in his boxers as Grimmjow's erection strained against the fabric. His palms sparked with electricity when he recalled how delicious her breasts felt against them. He still remembered the way her nipples hardened against his hands, the soft sounds of her erratic breathing pounding in his ears like a rhythmic drum.
"I told you she was out of your league," Hallibel continued to bait the very-stunned Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. "Why don't you go find Cirucci and apologize? The poor girl's humiliated beyond belief."
Grimmjow ignored his pestering friend and made his way over to Nelliel. He hid his chuckles while Nelliel, Hallibel, and Starrk all gasped when he confidently grabbed her hand. He looked back over his shoulder at Starrk who was scowling deeply, and Hallibel who remained stoic.
"What are you doing, Jaegerjaquez?" She asked while she folded her arms over her chest.
"I'm minding my business, Halliberry." He told her. "Now both of ya can leave; I wanna to talk ta Nel, alone." Dismissing both of his friends with a wave of his hand, he then returned his attention to Nelliel.
"Ya look thirsty. D'ya want somethin' to drink?"
Nelliel could barely contain her excitement as the butterflies in her stomach did somersaults. She looked down at their joined hands and squeezed his a little tighter.
Nodding, Nelliel replied, "Yes, a drink would be nice, thank you."
Di Roy stood behind the refreshment table guzzling Grey Goose from the bottle. He looked past the bottle's stem and nearly choked when he saw the death glare Grimmjow was giving him.
"Ugh… ah… ahem," The seventeen-year-old choked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He placed the bottle on the table and straightened his spine to resemble an army recruit. "Uh… yes boss?"
Not bothering to ask him why he was drinking the liquor instead of serving it, Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "The lady wants a drink."
Di Roy gave the woman that Grimmjow had his arm around a twice-over. He whistled lowly, appreciating the curvy beauty standing next to the man he admired most.
"She's a real look'r, boss," Di Roy wiggled his brows suggestively.
"Just get the damn drink," Grimmjow's teal eyebrow twitched. His patience with the young teen was wearing thin. He could feel the veins beginning to bulge from his temples. If he says another dumb thing…
Grimmjow looked at Nelliel who was shifting uncomfortably from side to side, "Wha' do ya want ta drink, Nel?"
Nelliel closed her eyes and shivered at the way her name casually rolled from his tongue. She relaxed her shoulders a little bit when Grimmjow's hold on her tightened more. "I'll… I'll have some juice, if you don't mind." She gave Di Roy a polite smile.
Di Roy looked under the table and retrieved a bottle of Seagram's Gin & Juice. "I have some right 'ere."
Nelliel shook her head at the beverage. "No not that, but regular fruit juice. I would like some apple juice if you have it."
The seventeen-year-old scoffed at Grimmjow's date. Grimmjow also stared at Nelliel in shock, like she had grown a third breast.
Nelliel felt instantly self-conscious and looked from one man to the other and began trying her best to explain her choice of beverage. "Well I don't drink alcohol, and I really like fruit juice. So when you asked me what I'd like to drink, I thought it'd be okay if I told you."
Is she… she's fuckin' serious! Grimmjow tried to make sense of what was happening. Thinking back to the women he usually involved himself with; he could never remember any of them ever saying that she didn't drink. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on her that Nelliel appeared out of place. He finally realized just how right his instincts were.
That's probably how she keeps such a smokin' hot body, he thought perversely.
"Aha, ah ha ha ha…!" Di Roy guffawed from the other side of the table, showcasing his gapped teeth. Nelliel's cheeks warmed in embarrassment.
"Ya can't be serious! Who do ya think ya are? Mother Theresa? Or maybe ya think yer at Disneyland! Boss, where did ya find this—nugh!"
Nelliel covered her mouth and gasped in horror as Di Roy clutched at his right eye frantically and bit his bottom lip to keep from howling out in pain.
"Don't ya even consider disrespectin' Nel." Grimmjow spoke with cool malice and forced himself to unclench his fist. He wanted to hit him again for making his penis to return to its flaccid state. "If she says she wants juice, then get her some fuckin' apple juice!"
"R-right boss," Di Roy stammered and tried desperately to reach underneath the table with one hand.
Releasing Grimmjow's arm from around her waist, Nelliel moved to the opposite side of the table and reached for Di Roy. "Don't worry about the juice. Are you alright?" She grabbed his hand and removed it to inspect the damage Grimmjow had done to his eye.
Another gasp escaped her mouth while she studied Grimmjow's handiwork. Di Roy's right eye was swollen red and was filling with blood from where Grimmjow's punch had cut above his brow. She quickly reached for a cup of ice and some napkins. Disposing the ice on top of the napkins, Nelliel folded the napkins over the handmade icepack and placed it over Di Roy's eye.
"Here, keep this over your eye to reduce the swelling." She told him as she held the icepack over the wound.
Di Roy gave the woman a look of disbelief, "Wha'… wha' are ya doin'? Why do ya even care?"
"You greatly misunderstand me. I don't care at all," Nelliel corrected him as she continued to hold the icepack in place. "I just didn't think it was necessary for you to get hurt, even though you were mocking me just a few moments ago."
Grimmjow looked on with his mouth agape as Nelliel tended to Di Roy's wound. No one had ever shown any concern for the way he treated his friends, let alone voiced their opinions about it (except Halliberry, but she didn't count). So why would a total stranger give a shit?
Something deep inside him swelled and made him walk to the other side of table. He ignored whatever foreign emotion that threatened to manifest within him and stood next to Di Roy and Nelliel.
"Do as she says an' go ta the bathroom ta see 'bout yer'self." Di Roy held the makeshift icepack in place and headed toward the bathrooms, leaving the two alone.
Before departing Di Roy looked over his shoulder at Nelliel. "Th-thank you…"
She gave him a small smile in return, "It's no trouble. Don't worry about it."
After Di Roy left, Grimmjow turned his attention to Nelliel, "Why'd ya do that? He was standin' there makin' fun of ya."
"Yes I'm aware of that, but I really don't like to see people hurt. I loathe violence. You didn't have to punch him for my sake, Grimmjow." She looked at him then looked down at her shoes, suddenly feeling silly at her admission at despising violence. She was attracted to one of the most violent men she's ever known.
People all around Karakura town were aware of the many street fights Grimmjow was involved in. Sometimes he fought for no reason other than to fight. None of the senseless violence made any sense to Nelliel, but neither did her attraction to him. Maybe she found it challenging to see if he would change for her. Or maybe she possessed a secret fetish for violent men and was looking for a protector because of her attack years ago; either way, Nelliel didn't try to understand it. She just went along with her feelings and her feelings had led her to the man standing in front of her.
Grimmjow nodded in understanding but made no attempt to respond. He stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and licked his lips, suddenly, desperately craving a lollipop.
The music changed from "Rude Boy" to a slow, R&B tune. A small grin stretched across his lips while the familiar song began to fill the airwaves.
Keri Hilson's "Slow Dance" sounded through the room and couples began to fill the space in the middle of the room to dance. He looked at Nelliel whose eyes were still glued to the floor and reached for her hand again. "Dance with me."
Nelliel looked up, her eyes suddenly sparkling in surprise. She didn't respond or make any move to protest when Grimmjow led her to a dim corner away from the rest of the partygoers.
He leaned against the wall and allowed Nelliel to settle her back against his chest. Her plump derriere rested comfortably against his pelvis and she leaned her head back against his chest.
Grimmjow reached around to circle his arms around Nelliel's waist. He lowered his chin on her left shoulder, allowing it to nest comfortably in the crook of her neck. "I told ya back at Baskin-Robbins that ya smelt good, and ya still do." He slowly rolled his hips into hers to the rhythm of the music. He grinned when he felt his erection returning. "What's that yer wearin'?"
Nelliel's eyes became hazy when she felt the liquid heat flow between her legs. She pushed back against Grimmjow's body, enjoying the feeling of his hardness moving in tune with hers. "It's Luscious Pink," she replied with a contended sigh. "It's my favorite perfume."
"Keep wearin' it," He husked while nuzzling her neck. His hands dug into her sides as his rhythmic thrusts increased. "About the other day at Baskin-Robbins… why… why didja let me touch ya? And more importantly, why didja enjoy it?"
Opening her eyes wider, Nelliel looked over her shoulder and smirked at Grimmjow's questions. "You just answered your own question, Grimmjow. When I saw you last week… I… I…" Her face darkened with embarrassment and she turned her gaze away from him.
Nelliel didn't need to complete her sentence; Grimmjow immediately caught on to her meaning. He grinned knowingly against her neck and began placing light butterfly kisses over the sensitive skin, punctuating each word with a kiss. "So -kiss- ya wanted me -kiss- ta touch ya -kiss- eh? That's why ya didn't protest or make any moves ta stop me. Is that why yer here right now grindin' that sweet, juicy ass against me…? Is it because ya want me, Nel?"
Giving him a sweet smile, Nelliel held on to his arms and closed her eyes. "I'll admit that you intrigue me, Grimmjow. I will not lie about that."
For the umpteenth time that night Grimmjow was surprised by this woman. She wasn't one of the many women trying to play hard-to-get just for his attention, nor was she one of the many women to throw themselves at him. Grimmjow's smile grew further when he realized that Nelliel was just a young woman who was going after what she wanted. She didn't want to play any games, or lie about her feelings; she simply wanted him to know where he stood with her.
"Well if it matters at all," Grimmjow's kisses trailed from the crook of her neck to the upper portion of her bare shoulder. He grinned in delight when Nelliel shivered under his lips. "From the moment I saw ya standin' there talkin' ta Starrk, ya managed ta intrigue me, too."
Another forceful thrust of his hips caused Nelliel to gasp out loud. "Ahh…" Responsively she thrust back into his groin, matching his vigorous movements. "Oh… Grimmjow…" the baby-voiced woman moaned softly.
How did I get so damn lucky, Grimmjow asked himself as he gently bit into Nelliel's shoulder, eliciting another passionate gasp from the lust-filled woman. Tonight may just end even better if this keeps up.
He traced his tongue from her shoulder to the outer shell of her left ear, mentally programming each shiver and moan into his memory. Grimmjow wanted to know every sensitive nerve-ending of her body. He wanted to know exactly where to touch her to make her body shiver a million times over.
"Why don't we—"
"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" Grimmjow was cut off when he heard another woman's voice disrupting the moment between him and Nelliel. "She's the reason why you humiliated me earlier?"
Nelliel opened her eyes only to meet the hard, cold violet glare of Cirucci Sanderwicci. Nelliel looked at her with distaste, while Cirucci lifted her nose in the air in disgust.
"Don't tell me you turned me down for silicone-slut here?" Cirucci waved her hand in front of Nelliel, dismissing the woman as though she were trash.
"You have a lot of nerve, Grimmjow," Cirucci continued, her eyes never leaving Nelliel's. "Honey trust me, when he's done with you he's going to leave you for another one. That's how it always is with Grimmjow. He isn't even worth your time."
Grimmjow was about to make a rebuttal, but Nelliel beat him to it. "And yet here you are, wishing you were in my shoes. I'm not going to stand here and argue with you, nor am I going to give in to your little games." Removing herself from Grimmjow's body, Nelliel lifted her hand towards him.
Nelliel turned her back to Cirucci, "Grimmjow, will you please take me home. I'm ready to go now."
"Heh," Grimmjow lifted himself from against the wall and reached for Nelliel. Without giving Cirucci another glance he answered, "It'll be my pleasure, Nel."
. . . . .
Grimmjow hoisted Nelliel against her front door, bracing himself with one hand while the other tore at her thong. He felt her ankles lock behind the small of his back and her arms circle around his neck.
"Fuck me… fuck me now, Grimmjow…" She cried out softly into her dark, empty apartment. Usually she missed her roommates whenever they went out together, but tonight she was thankful that Pesche and Dondochakka were at a comedy club. Something deep inside her mind told her that Grimmjow fully intended to utilize every room in her home to give her the ultimate pleasure.
"Ya don't have ta tell me baby," He husked in her ear. "I'm gonna fuck ya so hard that everyone livin' in this buildin' will know my name by mornin'."
Ha, ha, ha! Fooled you! That is not how this chapter ends!
Next chapter: homebound.
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