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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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Thanks JB for beta-reading and stuff.
"…so they hate on him…" Nicki Minaj
Your Love Chapter 7
Grimmjow held Nelliel against his chest, the young couple's bodies molding together as they lay in the backseat of Grimmjow's car at the local drive-in movie theater. The teal-haired man rested his chin atop her head and he gently caressed her left breast through her shirt.
Releasing a contended sigh, Nelliel tightened her grip around Grimmjow's arm. "You never really told me about yourself. I want to know more about you. What do you do? Where are you from? Do you have any relatives?"
Grimmjow's light chuckle at his over-inquisitive date rumbled through his chest, the sound and vibration stole Nelliel's attention and had her repressing a shiver. Grimmjow gave Nelliel's nipple a pinch, which elicited a squeak from his date and answered, "There's nothin' ta really tell. I grew up 'ere in Karakura, and my parents died in a car accident when I was six. I lived with my uncle 'til I was old enough ta move out on my own."
"Do you… remember anything about your parents? Do you have any siblings?" Nelliel knew she was prying but she couldn't help herself. Grimmjow had always intrigued her, so it was only natural she would want to know more about him now that she had the opportunity.
Grimmjow clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I don' have any siblin's, but I have a belt tha' my father left behind—"
"The one with the panther," Nelliel remembered the belt with the panther buckle he wore the day they were at Baskin-Robbins. It was such an odd buckle for a belt, and it left her curious as to whether there was a story behind it. She watched American television shows and movies that showcased people wearing different belt buckles of bulls, skull heads and the like, but never panthers.
Nelliel surmised that the panther Grimmjow wore had a lot to do with his aggressive personality. From the few books she had read on animals and their meanings, she knew that the panther symbolized power and ferocity, and that they were loners, comfortable in their own surroundings and beings they were familiar with. It made her wonder if Grimmjow followed any of the ancient meanings behind animals. If he did, it would only increase her interest in her date all the more. It'll show that he's about more than just fighting. Nothing interested Nelliel more than an educated man who's willing to broaden his horizons.
"Does it hold any sentimental value?"
Nelliel was surprised when she listened to her date brake into a bout of hysterical laughter from behind her. A nervous sweat broke out against her forehead and she could feel her body temperature rise. Did I say something wrong? A hint of panic began to swell in her mind she hoped her date hadn't lost it. I didn't mean to trigger any bad memories…
"The only 'value' this belt holds, is the memories of my old man beatin' my ass with it every time I misbehaved."
A small smile crept against her lips with Nelliel trying to hold in her own chuckles. I should've known, she thought to herself as she imagined little a Grimmjow running away screaming while his father chased him down with that belt. I wonder if he shares his father's looks. Unfortunately the happy moment between the two was short-lived when Grimmjow spoke his next words.
"My bastard uncle moved in our home immediately after my parents' funeral an' got rid of everythin' my parents owned. Said it was fer my own good an' it'd toughen me up if I would forget everythin' about 'em. He thought I was too young ta really give a damn 'bout either of my parents an' I would eventually forget about 'em as I got older.
"Heh," Grimmjow closed his eyes and chuckled without humor. "I spos' in a way he was right cos' I only remember my old man whoopin' my ass whenever I would sneak cookies before bedtime or some shit. I don't remember jack-shit 'bout my mother. I don't even have a single picture of 'em. All I have is this belt my father owned."
The empty, disdainful tone was not lost on Nelliel's ears while she listened to the story of Grimmjow's past. She didn't think he was even aware of the emotional change in his voice, and she had no intentions of letting him know. She was simply thankful that Grimmjow was allowing her to see beyond the gruff exterior; she knew it wasn't something many people would be privy to.
What kind of monster would do something so vile? Nelliel wondered about what kind of man Grimmjow's uncle was. She didn't judge Grimmjow for his feelings towards his uncle; with everything he said so far, she felt he was justified in his hatred.
"The son-of-a-bitch moved in an' took control of everythin'." Grimmjow continued to relive his past for her. Aside from his closest friends, he always kept his personal life under lock-and-key; there were even things about himself that Hallibel didn't know.
"He swore he was some kind of god. The pussy even made me call 'im 'Lord'." It had been many years since Grimmjow last saw his dear old uncle Sosuke Aizen, but the word "lord" still left a foul taste on his tongue. Just thinking about his only known relative made his blood boil. Grimmjow could happily live the rest of his life without ever setting his blue eyes on that man again.
Murderous thoughts of beating Aizen until the man was unrecognizable entered his mind, but he quickly dismissed them, remembering he had a beautiful woman in his lap listening intently to everything he was saying. Grimmjow shook away the visions his imagination conjured and continued with his story.
"I ran away when I was sixteen an' fought ta survive in these streets. I've been in and out of juvenile, and it was in juvey and the streets that I found out I had a talent for kickin' people's asses." Nelliel could almost hear the grin in his voice. "I've done some shit I'm not proud of fer money an' a place ta sleep, but I don't regret it, either. A few years later, after savin' the money I earned from… workin' on the streets, I opened my own kick-boxin' studio and have been whoopin' asses fer a livin' ever since."
Nelliel relaxed against Grimmjow's chest and exhaled before she spoke. "That's very admirable, Grimmjow. You managed to get out of a bad situation, turn your life around, and do well for yourself." She meant every word she said, too. She firmly believed people were in control of the choices they make in life, and life was all about making mistakes, learning from them, and growing wiser with the experience one gained from them.
Grimmjow couldn't help what happen with his parents, and he had no control over his uncle's authoritative upbringing; without the love and guidance from anyone who cared, he made the best out of a bad situation the only way he knew how. For that, Nelliel admired the man behind her for daring to defy all odds and forge his own path.
Nelliel's words surprised Grimmjow; he had heard a lot of things from people in regards to his past, but nothing positive. Grimmjow was used to being called different names like: "thug, uneducated, delinquent" and he would use other people's negativity as fuel to drive him to prove them all wrong.
Grimmjow had always been a driven man; always wanting the best in life and wanting to be in control of everything around him. So it was no surprise to the few people close to him that at the age of twenty-one he had managed to become a young entrepreneur, opening his own business using the knowledge he acquired from the streets. Grimmjow felt there was no point in working if one couldn't work for themselves. He taught others the importance of self-defense with his own fighting studio. He also hired some of his close friends, people that he had met while he was still on the streets who were also adept fighters.
He knew there were others his age who were still trying to find their path in life, but Grimmjow got paid a lot of money to do what he enjoyed more than anything in the world; he also managed to do it all without a high school diploma, GED, or a college degree. The teal-haired man felt no sympathy for anyone who wanted to ride the coattails of life without a care in the world, or any direction of where they were going. Bastards who only existed on Earth just taking up space and breathing wasted air, they deserved to live life without experiencing the joys of success.
"Enough about me." He flatly told her. Grimmjow knew Nelliel meant well and she was only trying to get to know him, but he already felt vulnerable, like he had said too much. Nothing made him feel weaker than vulnerability, although somewhere deep inside he knew Nelliel wouldn't use anything he said to her against him.
"What about yer family, woman?" He demanded of her more than asked.
Nelliel sat up a bit, pressing her bottom against his groin, making her date grit his teeth as his hardness pressed against her soft derriere. She gnawed on her bottom lip and tried to think while Grimmjow continued to toy with her nipple, causing her to fight back her moans of pleasure.
Humming out her desire, she shakily replied, "I-I never knew my… parents… ah, um… I've been living with my… f-foster mother until just r-recently… We were never really… close… but l-living with her wasn't un-un…comfortable, either…"
Grimmjow grinned naughtily, taking pride in knowing that he was the cause of Nelliel's speech impairment. I can't wait until the time comes when she lets me really make her stutter!
"I-I met my room…mates in middle school, and… and T-Tia in h-high school. They're like my f-family. They're b-basically the only family I've ever r-really known…"
Grimmjow's hands crept underneath Nelliel's shirt to fondle her breasts more fully. He grinned wildly behind her when she began to cry out those baby-voiced moans he's become so addicted to.
He kept his left hand alternating between her breasts while his right hand slowly traveled down her torso to the button of her jeans. Grimmjow silently waited to see if his date would protest or make any sudden movements to stop him, but to his surprise, she shifted her body upwards and separated her thighs, giving him silent permission to continue.
"Are ya sure ya wanna do this?" Grimmjow asked her while sporting a triumphant grin from behind her head. Regardless of her answer, he was going to continue, but he wanted to hear her say that she wanted it for his own ego boost. "We're in public y'know? Anyone who looks in the window could see us."
Nelliel turned her head to the side and shot back, "Are you sure you wanna finger me in public? You seem to be having doubts, Grimmjow. You need a little reassurance to continue?"
She's gonna pay for that! Grimmjow refused to admit it to himself, but his ego took a hit at Nelliel's taunting. He also wouldn't admit that a woman who was able to match wits with his aroused him greatly.
Unzipping her jeans, Grimmjow allowed his fingers to trace the hem of her panties before slipping inside. There he paused, holding his position to quickly look out of the window.
The sea-green-haired woman on the other hand had already braced herself for the intense pleasure she knew she was about to receive. She closed her eyes and chewed on her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Digging her nails in Grimmjow's arm, Nelliel waited for him to proceed. After a few moments passed by, she wondered why her date remained frozen so she opened her eyes to investigate.
"Shh…" the blunet whispered in her ear, his gaze following the drive-in security officer standing at the car next to his. He watched as the uniformed man shined his flashlight on the couple who were caught doing everything but watching the movie. "Be still; ya don't want him ta notice us."
Absolutely mortified, Nelliel's eyes widened and she felt her palms became clammy from nervousness. Her hazel eyes followed every movement the security officer made as he banged his flashlight on the windows of surrounding cars and told the couples not-so-kindly that they had to leave.
Nelliel recited silent prayers that she and Grimmjow wouldn't get caught, however no one responded in kind. A quick moment later a bright light shined through his back window, causing the young woman to hide her face behind her hands and the vehicle's owner to scowl menacingly at the guard.
This is not how I imagined this date turning out. Nelliel thought as she felt her face warm in her hands due to her blush. What humiliated her even more was the fact that Grimmjow's hands remained inside her jeans and underneath her shirt. He had made no moves to remove them, either.
The security officer tapped on the glass with his flashlight to get their attention. He motioned with his hand to roll down the window, and Grimmjow released Nelliel's breast in order to comply. She sighed in relief although she continued to hide behind her hands.
"Hey you two," the officer sporting a large afro poked his head inside and shined the bright light in their faces. "You're gonna have to leave. This drive-in isn't the local Motel 6."
Grimmjow sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, grabbing Nelliel's crotch with a firm grip. A sound between a squeak and a moan escaped her lips and liquid heat pooled in his palm. How can I get turned on by something like this? This is even worse than Baskin-Robbins!
"Ya know," the blunet spoke and began to trace feather-light kisses along the outer shell of Nelliel's ear. He maintained direct eye contact with the guard, all the while focusing on gently pleasing his date. Why waste a good opportunity? "Nothin' in life is free, even fer rent-a-cops. If ya wanna watch, I'm afraid I'm gonna have ta charge ya." To emphasize his point, Grimmjow stirred his fingers inside her core, and Nelliel closed her thighs around his hand to keep him from continuing.
Is he serious? She mentally screamed when she tried—and failed—to control her shivering body. She ground her teeth together and bit her tongue; anything to not let the security officer know that she was secretly taking pleasure in what Grimmjow was doing to her. He could at least take his hand out of my pants!
The insulted security officer's face darkened in fury as he growled at Grimmjow, "You impudent, arrogant son-of-a—"
"We're leavin'." Grimmjow calmly interrupted the officer's tirade and removed his hand from Nelliel's jeans. He licked his palm and fingers clean of his date's natural juices and grinned at the guard, pleased to know he managed to make the worker feel as uncomfortable as possible.
Grimmjow positioned himself upright along with Nelliel, who reluctantly slid her hands down her face to fasten her jeans. "The movie sucked dick anyway."
"Yeah you better leave!" The security officer taunted the couple when they got out of the backseat to sit up front. "We don't need your kind around here…" The security officer stepped away from Grimmjow and cowered a little in fear when he mentally compared his 5'7 height to the tall, teal-haired fighter.
Damn he's tall, the officer thought and began to feel a bit intimidated in Grimmjow's presence. Only a bit though. Now that big-titty chick… The officer's gaze switched from Grimmjow to Nelliel. Even though she has that mark on her face, she's a cutie!
The security officer whose name badge read Kurumadani, allowed drool to escape his lips and his eyes to follow every curve on Nelliel's body. I don't blame that bastard for wanting to get knuckle-deep in her! Hell, I wouldn't mind if-"Ugh!"
"Ya might wanna keep those eyes of yers on somethin' else, and that tongue in yer mouth… unless ya wanna lose both!"
Nelliel shrieked from the passenger's seat, watching her date continuously slam the officer's head on the hood of his car. She hollered out her window to get Grimmjow's attention. "Grimmjow! Grimmjow, stop it! That's enough! He didn't mean anything by looking at me! Please stop!" She cried, hoping he would listen to her before the drive-in movie theater's staff called the police and he got himself arrested.
Contrary to what most people thought of her, Nelliel wasn't as naive as others assumed. She was fully aware of her well-endowed curves and the attention she received from them. She knew from the way men stared at her like ravenous wolves what they were imagining. She simply didn't pay the salivating opposite sex any mind; and right now, she wished her date wouldn't either.
Hearing Nelliel crying out his name, Grimmjow released Kurumadani and pushed him away from his vehicle. "Get lost jackass." He spat at the now terrified officer who immediately complied with the angry man's request.
Slamming his door shut, Grimmjow started the ignition and drove out of the theater. Nelliel bravely glanced at her date and shakily asked, "Was… was any of that… necessary…?"
"Nope." Grimmjow honestly replied and kept his eyes focused on the road. "I bashed his head in cos he pissed me off. No man ogles my woman in front of me an' thinks he's gonna get away with it."
A small smile stretched Nelliel's lips at Grimmjow's words. Did he even realize what he said just now? She decided to repeat his words, just for reassurance. "I'm your woman now?"
Grimmjow rolled his sapphire eyes at his date and sucked his teeth in annoyance. One of the many things he hated, (and he had a long list of things he hated) was to repeat himself, yes even to the woman who now held his interest. "Tch, what'd I just say? Are ya deaf or somethin'? As long as yer with me, men better learn ta keep their eyes on everythin' except you. And the same goes for you. Yer mine now; so if yer even thinkin' 'bout anyone else—fuck him!"
If it weren't for his quick temper and trigger-happy fists, Nelliel would find Grimmjow's jealousy adorable. Wanting to provoke her easily agitated boyfriend, she teased. "Oh… so that's what you want me to do if I'm attracted to another man… sleep with him?" She burst into a fit of giggles at Grimmjow's ocean death glare.
"Joke all ya wan." He told her, his eyes focusing on the road again. "Yer my woman now, I'm yer man. I intend to ruin ya fer any other man cos the only person yer gonna wan' from now on is me."
Nelliel closed her eyes and sighed heavily. It wasn't the most romantic way to ask someone to be their girlfriend. Heck, Grimmjow didn't even ask her out on this date—he told her to come, leaving no room for protest! Nevertheless, she understood where he was coming from and she was happy just the same. Out of all the women who chased him, Grimmjow chose her to be by his side.
Little do you know, Grimmjow, Nelliel mentally told him. You already ruined me for any other man in the future, because there's no one else I'll ever want but you.
"Where'd ya wanna go now?" He asked her, decidedly finished with the subject of their status as a couple.
Nelliel pondered for a moment before making her decision. "There's a diner not too far from here. I would like to get something to eat."
"Jus' show me the way."
. . . . .
Nnoitra Jiruga sat behind his desk in his home office with his hands folded behind his head. He stared at the photographs on his computer screen with mild interest as his assistant, Tesla, e-mailed him more pictures of his target.
"Pet… enjoy yer fun while it lasts, cos soon you'll be mine… again."
. . . . .
About the panther thing, I visited this website The Black Paper that gave a detailed analysis about the panther.
Next chapter: Nnoitra.
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