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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.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
WARNINGS: We get to see a little bit of Nelliel's "wild side". Also mentions of GrimmBel is featured and Grimmjow may seem a bit out-of-character. I apologize. He makes jokes in this chapter. Yes you read that correctly.
I suppose it would be wrong of me to call you my "beta-reader", so I'll just say thanks to my editor JB! She knows words that I didn't even know existed! (I feel all professional now! Lol!)
"Never spoke lies…" Nicki Minaj
Your Love Chapter 5
Grimmjow pulled his keys from his pocket and Nelliel heard the high-pitched beep of automatic car door locks opening. The sound and quick flash of lights made determining which car was his easy, but Nelliel couldn't help stalling when Grimmjow opened the passenger door to a sky-blue V8 XKR Jaguar coupe. Nelliel was too nervous to say anything staring at the luxury, European vehicle in front of her, so instead she slipped as gracefully as she could into the expensive, butter-soft, beige leather seat, and exhaled heavily when the door was immediately shut behind her. Sliding into the driver's seat, Grimmjow noticed her retrieve her cell phone and became a little nervous.
"Who ya callin'?" He asked as he turned over the ignition; the powerful engine immediately roared to life before settling into a deep purr.
Nelliel fastened her safety belt, "I'm giving Tia a call to let her know that I'm on my way home. She was my ride here, so she needs to know that I've already left the party."
Worry crossed his features when he realized that Hallibel might try and stop him from taking Nelliel home. "Do ya think that's wise? Ya saw her with Starrk in there. Maybe ya should just leave a text message or somethin'."
"Shh… the phone's ringing." Nelliel grinned and turned to look out the passenger's window. He thinks Tia's going to try and stop him. How cute.
Hallibel hadn't answered so she left a quick voice message before turning back to her chauffeur to give him directions to her apartment. Grimmjow drove a little faster than she would have liked, but she had to concede that he handled the beastly car with great skill. Nelliel's mind was a rabble of questions and many of them she was too timid to ask, but she hadn't missed the increasing weight of silence between them.
"You have interesting… taste in women, Grimmjow." She finally broke the silence that hung in the air between them.
"Not really," Grimmjow countered without taking his eyes off the road. "That chick's been tryin' everythin' ta get ta me. She never had a chance." He scoffed with heavy self-assurance. "Cirucci's too loose fer my tastes."
Nelliel studied the man sitting next to her and frowned. But… everything everyone was telling me—
"I already know what ya thinkin'." He interrupted her thoughts. "I have a rep, I know that, but that don't mean everythin' everyone says 'bout me is true."
Should I… should I believe him? Nelliel mused while continuing to stare at him. Nah, I'll just reserve judgment for later.
"Why are you telling me all of this?" She wondered aloud. "Does it matter to you what I think?"
That's a damn good question, Grimmjow thought with a smirk. After making a right turn, he kept his eyes on the road and began to answer her. "I spos' it shouldn't matter what ya think, but fer the damndest reason I just wanted ya ta know..."
Grimmjow was never the type to lie about anything. He'd never even lied to the women he took to bed, so why start now? He was very interested in the woman currently sitting next to him and he didn't want to say anything that would eventually bite him in the ass.
He drove on and the pair fell into a comfortable silence for the remainder of the trip, their individual thoughts consuming their cognitive minds with a mirage of varying questions.
. . . . .
Back at the party, a figure leaned against a far wall observing everyone within and around the surrounding area. The individual watched as Cirucci tried to seduce Grimmjow, twice only to get shot down for Nelliel. They watched as Grimmjow and Nelliel got comfortable with one another in the corner, and chuckled when Cirucci confronted the two only to humiliate herself yet again. Their eyes remained locked on Nelliel and Grimmjow, and when the young couple finally exited the party together, the mystery person slipped a cell phone from their back pocket.
"Hello? Yes I spotted the person you were looking for." A few more words were exchanged before the person spoke again.
"They left the party together."
Incoherent screams were heard over the phone making the person pull the device away from their ear. When the screams finally subsided they returned the phone to their ear, "I didn't follow them because I didn't want to arouse suspicion… Yes… I'll keep that in mind."
Closing their phone with a simple flip, the small cell snapped closed and the outsider pocketed it before leaving the warehouse.
. . . . .
Grimmjow removed his shoes at the door and followed Nelliel to her kitchen. He sat on a barstool at the center island and watched her rummaged through her refrigerator. She pulled out some snacks and sat them on the counter. Looking over her shoulder, Nelliel smiled at the slightly confused looking blunet. "Would you like something, Grimmjow? I have cinnamon buns and milk."
"What are ya, five?" Grimmjow's blue brows rose before he found himself fighting back a smirk.
Giggling at his sarcasm, Nelliel placed a bun in the microwave to warm. "Not at all, silly. I just know what I like."
The bun finished warming and Nelliel turned to retrieved it before she sat with her food across from Grimmjow and ate in silence.
This feels weird, having a man in my home at such a late hour. She looked at the wall clock noting it was fifteen minutes after two.
"So what do ya do? And how d'ya know Halliberry?"
Finally, an icebreaker! Nelliel mentally cheered. "Well I work at Barnes & Noble and I've known Tia since high school. When we met, we just instantly clicked. You can call it 'cosmic chemistry' I suppose." She laughed and took a sip of her milk, all the while feeling a bit nervous under Grimmjow's scrutiny.
"Does this 'cosmic chemistry' also explain the matchin' tattoos the two of ya have?" It was something Grimmjow always wanted to know in regards to Hallibel's tattoo. He had always been curious about her tattoo but, whenever he would ask her about it, she would dismiss him without an explanation. That could also be because he always tried to trace her tattoo while filling her head with explicit sexual fantasies of the two of them.
But, Nelliel didn't need to know all of that.
"I suppose you could say that." Nelliel took another bite of her cinnamon bun and swallowed more of her milk.
Grimmjow's penis twitched when he watched Nelliel lick away the cinnamon and milk residue from her lips. If she keeps doin' that shit, he thought as his eyes traced every movement of her small, pink tongue. I swear I'm gonna take her right 'ere in this fuckin' kitchen!
"Well I've read many books on numerology and I found out that Tia and I share the same number, which is 3. The number 3 also represents our personality pretty well. Any person whose number is 3 is known to be self-expressive, imaginative, artistic, and insightful. But 3's can also be extremely moody and procrastinators."
When Grimmjow didn't respond, Nelliel chuckled nervously and continued. "I know to someone like you it may sound silly, but…" She swallowed another gulp of milk and bit into her bun again, thus causing her to automatically lick her lips. "I…" Her words were lost on her lips when Grimmjow was suddenly standing in front of her. With a fist full of her hair, he began, tilting her mouth towards his.
When did he get up!
"Heh, I told myself that if ya licked yer lips like tha' one more time, I was gonna fuck ya right here, and right now…" He leant down so that their lips were almost touching and Nelliel could feel his breath wash over her face. Traces of the fruit-flavored lollipop from earlier filled her nostrils and Nelliel licked her lips responsively. "But I spos'… the fuckin' part can wait a bit." Fierce blue eyes trapped her own so that she couldn't have looked away even if she wanted to.
Nelliel's eyes were locked wide with shock and amazement for the way he moved, the way he spoke and smelt and—heaven, the way he made her feel. A crimson blush spread like wildfire across Nelliel's cheeks; she couldn't believe this was happening! "Grimm…jow…" She barely managed to speak his name before he crushed his lips against hers.
Grimmjow's fingers slid through Nelliel's satin-like strands of hair as his lips massaged against her own full, juicy lips. He traced his tongue from her milk mustache to her bottom lip where the cinnamon-sugar mix had collected.
Nelliel melted into the kiss, her eyes instantly closing of their own accord and her hands immediately moving to tangle in his blue locks. Before she knew what was happening, her elbows were resting on Grimmjow's broad shoulders, her hands were fisted in his hair and she was returning his kiss with equal vigor.
I'm allowed to break one rule tonight, she thought deviously to herself.
Grimmjow pushed his tongue past her lips, forcing his way into her sweet cavern where he devoured the taste of milk, cinnamon, sugar, and the natural taste that was only Nelliel.
He relished in the light moans Nelliel was making and the knowledge that they were because of him. For Grimmjow, this would never be enough; he tilted her head back with the hand that was in her hair and held her jaw with the other, he wanted to taste every last inch of this woman.
Nelliel slid her fingers from his scalp, down his neck and defined arms, before moving back up to his solid chest; his body was amazing! Eventually, she balled her hands into fists and gently pushed Grimmjow away to give them both some much needed oxygen.
Panting heavily, Nelliel breathed out, "I-I think I better get ready for bed."
Nelliel's comment only served to increase Grimmjow's determination to stay; there was no way he intended on leaving her home… not yet. The night was still much too young.
"Ya know," Grimmjow followed after Nelliel until they reached the back of her apartment. "If ya need someone ta scrub yer back…" He was surprised when she didn't protest his staying, but he chalked it up to Nelliel wanting more of his company, which he was only too happy to comply.
"Nice try," Nelliel smiled at him, trying her best to keep from laughing. "You're gonna have to wait in the room." She pointed to her closed bedroom door and entered the adjacent bathroom.
Grimmjow turned the knob, flipped the light switch, and entered the room. Given Nelliel's personality, he expected stuffed animals all over the place and pink furniture everywhere. What he didn't expect to find were several bookcases with hundreds of books. The entire décor of Nelliel's bedroom was white, which Grimmjow felt at least matched her somewhat innocent personality.
Two bookcases were placed against the wall on either side of the bedroom window opposite where he stood. A vanity sat in the corner, a full size bed was centered in the room, and to his left near the door was another bookcase as well as a Chappy nightlight plugged into the outlet.
All of these books and she has no T.V. Grimmjow entered the room and sat on the bed. She gets more interestin' by the minute.
He looked at the various pictures of Nelliel, Hallibel, and random people together on the walls. In every single one of the photos Grimmjow noted that Nelliel was smiling with her lips closed and hiding behind her bangs.
"Shit don't make sense." Grimmjow mused aloud as he sat on her bed. "She can be outspoken, but she still finds a way ta hide herself whenever she's 'round lot's a people." His mind replayed the events of the party and how easily he made her blush. He also couldn't help remembering the way she so openly admitted her attraction to him, the way she tended to Di Roy after he insulted her, and the way she stood up to Cirucci.
"Who is this girl?"
Nevertheless, Grimmjow had to give credit where it was due. Anyone who was willing to look after his own immediately earned his respect. He mentally promised himself to purchase some ointment for Di Roy at the drugstore later that day. He laid back and folded his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling when Nelliel walked in.
She was completely dressed in an oversized t-shirt, much to Grimmjow's chagrin. "I see you made yourself comfortable." Nelliel spoke as she roughly towel-dried her hair and tossed the linen into a hamper that Grimmjow hadn't previously noticed.
Grimmjow righted himself and noticed that Nelliel's locks were no longer straight; the wavy mass cascaded down her back, and dampened her shirt. He watched when she approached her vanity and sat down. Reaching for a bottle of lotion, she began to moisturize her legs.
"Ya know, I can help ya with tha'." Grimmjow grinned; his blue eyes following Nelliel's hands caressing the bare skin of her calves.
Nelliel smirked at him and gave him a wink. "Maybe… later…"
"I'm gonna hold ya ta tha'." Grimmjow switched his position to lay on his stomach with his head at the foot of her bed, directly facing her.
Cradling his chin in his palm, he gave Nelliel a hard look. "What's an innocent girl like ya'self doin' with a stranger like me at yer place at this hour? I'm a very bad boy ya know…"
Finished with her skin regimen, Nelliel swiveled her chair to face Grimmjow as he lay smirking on her bed. She lifted her feet and placed them against the edge of her bed on either side of his body. Reaching for the hem of her t-shirt, Nelliel lifted it up, flashing her houseguest without a hint of hesitation.
"I'm not as 'innocent' as people assume." Nelliel enjoyed the wide-eyed expression on Grimmjow's face while his eyes focused at the center of Nelliel's thighs. "I'm just reserved; there's a difference."
Grimmjow had to force himself to remove his gaze from Nelliel's camel-toe and regain his composure. He looked up at her with a wicked grin and said, "With those little-girl panties, I can't tell."
"Touché." Nelliel giggled and stood before turning her back to him. She flashed her pink with yellow polka-dots boy shorts that barely fit her round ass. "But you like my 'little-girl panties', don't you… Grimmjow?"
As Grimmjow stared at the bare flesh protruding from Nelliel's boy-shorts, he was stunned silent for the millionth time that night by her actions. With his eyes glued to the cheeky peaches-and-cream skin bared before him, all he could think was: damn she has a lotta ass! He felt his dick twitch again, screaming that it wanted to join the curvy woman standing in front of him.
Down Pantera!
Nelliel adjusted her shirt and sat facing the mirror at her vanity again. She grinned at Grimmjow's scowling face, his eyes boring holes into her through the glass.
"Yer such a fuckin' dick-tease." He told her with conviction. "I should put ya over my knee and spank ya fer that shit."
A witty rebuttal instantly entered Nelliel's mind, but she felt it would be wise to end their flirting, before things got out of hand. Instead, she sprayed a bit of oil-sheen into her hair and gathered it into a ponytail.
Concentrating on securing her hair, Nelliel didn't notice Grimmjow's attention shift.
"That's one helluva scar ya got there."
Nelliel's eyebrows lifted at Grimmjow's sudden words, she had completely forgotten about it. A crimson blush flushed her cheeks and she hastily released her hair to hide her scar. "I… uh… um…" Nelliel frantically looked around at the items on her vanity, desperately trying to find any distraction from the questions she knew he would–shit!
"How'd ya get it?"
Nelliel lowered her head down, using her bangs to further conceal her shame. She meekly replied, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Sitting up, Grimmjow leaned forward and pushed Nelliel's hair back, ignoring her flinches. "That don't look like nothin'. Tell me Nel, how'd ya get it?"
Closing her eyes, Nelliel gently pushed Grimmjow's hand away and folded hers in her lap. "When I was sixteen, I was on my way home from school. I stopped by the candy store really quick and when I left someone starting calling out for me. I turned around to see who it might be, but I saw no one."
Nelliel was fidgeting in her seat, but Grimmjow remained quiet and gave her his full attention. Her head immediately began to ache and she reached for the bottle of aspirin she kept on hand. Opening the container, Nelliel popped two in her mouth and swallowed them whole, before she continued with her story.
"So I ignored the voice. I figured it was someone playing a prank and didn't think much of it. I turned around continuing on my way home and the next thing I remember I woke up in a hospital."
Nelliel clutched at her t-shirt, swallowing the lump of discomfort rising in her throat. She loathed going down memory lane when it came to that haunting day. Hazel eyes looked up with the strength and wisdom of someone much older than the girl they belonged to. She tried to read Grimmjow's face but saw nothing aside from a slight hardening of his jaw.
His teal brows slowly creased into a frown and his lips formed a thin line. Grimmjow licked his suddenly dry lips. "How severe were yer injuries?"
Sighing, Nelliel resumed pulling her hair in a ponytail and wrapped it in a bun. No sense of hiding it now. The cat's out of the bag.
Tying a silk scarf around her head, Nelliel stood then sat next to Grimmjow. "I was told that my scalp was split open from the middle of my head which trailed down to the top of my nose. My skull was fractured in three places, and I had over two-hundred stitches to help close the wound."
Nelliel waited for Grimmjow's response, but there was none. Grimmjow clenched his jaw and his eyes hardened while he looked at the deep beige scar that traveled from her nose upwards, hiding beneath her hair.
Nothing made his blood boil more than a coward. Only a coward would attack a defenseless sixteen-year-old girl. Grimmjow hoped that whoever attacked Nelliel was dead and gone, eradicated from this world, tortured in the most painful way possible.
After several moments of silence Grimmjow asked her, "Did they catch the sick son-of-a-bitch?"
"Unfortunately no," Nelliel shook her head and laid backwards, her head resting against the pillow. "The culprit escaped before the authorities came and there were no leads."
He looked over his shoulder, "How'd ya feel about it?"
Crossing her ankles and folding her hands behind her head, Nelliel answered, "Honestly I try not to think about it. I mean… I don't remember the actual attack itself—which is a good thing—but I usually try to put what memory I do have of it out of my mind. However…" Nelliel trailed off and curled in a fetal position, facing away from Grimmjow.
Grimmjow continued to look down at the young woman snuggling into her pillow. For the second time that night something inside of him began to flutter and again, Grimmjow pushed the sensation aside; it certainly wasn't a pleasant feeling. Nevertheless, he did feel astounding amounts of anger knowing that the sick bastard who did this to Nelliel was still out there living their life. Scum like that shouldn't be alive.
"…I do not like being alone." Nelliel quietly admitted. She was thankful that the aspirin was finally working, beginning to numb her headache. If Grimmjow weren't listening, he wouldn't have heard her. "I get scared whenever I'm by myself."
Well, that explains why she didn't ask me ta leave. Grimmjow turned his gaze from Nelliel to the bunny nightlight next to one of her bookcases. That also explains why she keeps a nightlight for someone her age… tho she coulda' chosen a better lookin' one.
He stood and walked towards her bedroom door near the light switch and didn't miss the look of rising panic in Nelliel's face when she faced him again, although she didn't say anything. Grimmjow removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He was more than sure Nelliel was now mentally questioning his actions.
Grimmjow looked over his shoulder at her and noticed her staring at the number 6 tattoo on his lower back. "Ya don't have ta worry 'bout anyone hurtin' ya anymore… and ya don't have ta worry 'bout bein' alone anymore, either."
Nelliel's large, honey eyes widen; she stared at him and tried to move her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"Heh, it's late. Let's go ta bed." Grimmjow smirked and turned off her bedroom light.
. . . . .
Next chapter: the GrimmNel lime!
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