(A/N: Well, this is the official prequel to As I Lay Dying. Yep. This is where Grimmjow and Neliel make it all happen…or something. Whatever. It's wall to wall sex! So if you felt deprived…here you go. It's just a bit slow getting into it, I guess.
Anyway, I had fun writing the beginning bits. It made me happy. Well, enjoy!)
How We Began
It was strange that they should have met there, of all the places. She could not remember even opening the garganta, but there she was, standing in some unfamiliar street with strange faces rushing by. Then, she had seen him, and he had looked like her, but not like her.
Naturally, the bluish green hair contrasted to her pale green locks, and his blue eyes were nothing like her golden ones. The thing she found the strangest about him was the fact that his bone fragment was on the side of his face. Then again, she had seen arrancar with stranger looking and strangely placed ones. Hers was rather anomalous, being rather large and placed at the top of her head, obscuring much of her hair from view, and from touch.
It really did make washing her silky locks a great deal harder.
Her footsteps fell lightly against the pavement, her feet being shod in the simplest of footwear. She saw him standing there, looking much like her, confused, out of place, but somehow exactly where he was supposed to be.
She was drawn to him, but not in the way a moth is drawn to candle light. Somehow, she knew he wouldn't destroy her. She was drawn to him the way a dog is drawn to a bitch in heat. She thought that he should have been drawn to her, instead, but he only looked shocked when he caught sight of her, finally.
Though, it wasn't so much shock as it was a look of being a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. Helpless, frightened, yet confident. It was almost a game of chicken, to see who would veer from the course first.
Neliel fully intended to make a collision.
Grimmjow had never seen anyone quite as beautiful as Neliel. He had never seen anyone walk the way she walked, one foot before the other, her chin raised high so that her eyes could look down upon whoever her gaze struck, her hands falling neatly at her sides. He had never heard anyone walk with so little sound, her footsteps never reverberating, only dying into muted thuds.
He could not understand why he was so struck by her strange beauty, but he knew that he was. Nothing had ever moved him the way she had, and he found he could not move, trapped in the glare of her beauty.
Her steps only brought her closer, and still he could not move. Though he was drawn to her, and he wanted to move to her, his feet were trapped in cement blocks, and he was helpless.
"I want sex." She told him boldly as she stopped before him. His eyes widened.
He could not believe the words that had just fallen from her lips.
"You want…"
"You heard me. Don't act stupid." She stated, and his tongue darted out to whet his lips. "You can surely deliver, can't you?"
"Damn right! The hell makes you think I can't?" Grimmjow demanded in return. She smiled sweetly at him.
"Then come with me." She jabbed her thumb in the direction she wished to go, and he frowned curiously. Where would they be going? Then he realized that it didn't really matter. Neliel could take him anywhere.
He followed her as she walked down the street, dodging people even though he knew he would just pass right through them. It was an annoying experience to have someone pass through him, not to mention that the smell and taste of those souls was just disgusting.
He was surprised to end up in Hueco Mundo, for he could not remember passing through a garganta, but there they were, and he was finding it hard to believe that Neliel had been so blunt about what she wanted.
"Why the fuck are you doing this?" he demanded suddenly, and he swore that her lips curved upward in a smile.
"Why? I find that celibacy has grown stale, and I wish to expand my sexual kno—"
"Okay, seriously, that's enough." He wrinkled his nose. "Are you saying you're a virgin?"
"Huh? Of course not!" she held a look of intense shock.
"I guess that's good. What the fuck ever." He shrugged and grabbed her hand, pulling her against him. "Least you won't be scared."
"Oh, right." She smirked up at him, stretching just so that she could bite his nose. "I could pretend to be scared, if that suits your fancy." She smiled sweetly, tilting her head as his arms wrapped around her back, pulling her closer so that she bounced forward, her eyes wide, feigning confusion.
"Fuck that. You're the one whose gotta tell me what to do. You asked for this shit." He smirked down at her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pushing her face up closer to his so that he could kiss her.
"Fine." She pushed him back, and down onto the sand. "Spend less time on the foreplay, and more on the sex. I'm more than ready for this." She told him boldly, and it wasn't too surprising to see that she was naked a couple of seconds later. It was Grimmjow who had to scramble to undress himself, and that bothered him a little bit.
Then again, a very sexy woman would be sexing him up. After all, little did Neliel know, she was his dream girl. Of course, he hadn't known, either. He hadn't guessed ever that he would have one of those, but it turned out that he did.
He had never guessed that his dream girl would appear in the streets of Karakura Town. Even more surprising were her first words to him—ever—"I want sex."
Could it really get any better?
"Are you even paying attention?" she demanded from somewhere above him, and he blinked twice as he realized she had already impaled herself upon him, and had already begun pleasuring herself, along with him.
"Fuck." He growled, gripping her hips and rolling her over so that he could perform with no restrictions. She gasped softly, her golden eyes widening, though he could tell she was enjoying herself. He couldn't blame her, really. She was a woman and he was a man. There was no union more beautiful than what the two of them had.
He gripped her shoulders as he thrust harder into her, and she threw her head back, her hips rising in turn. He found that this was better than any sex he'd ever had, with anyone.
It was not even close to ending, however, and he knew it. His fingers sprawled across her pale stomach as his hip motions slowed, sped up, and then slowed again. Teasingly, he slowed down a great deal, drawing out of her quickly, only to push within her as slow as possible. He delighted in her shivers, and the half blissful, half pained expression she wore.
Helplessly, she writhed beneath Grimmjow; desperate to return the pleasure he gave to her so easily. Without a word, or a ceasing in his motions, he placed one of his hands just between her breasts to keep her from moving. The look she wore was priceless, and he secretly treasured it, the widening of her golden eyes, and her soft, sharp intake of breath, the biting of her lip.
Somehow, it was just perfect.
He did not realize that he was already spilling his seed until the waves of pleasure hit him. He groaned softly, hoping that Neliel had been fulfilled as well. From the look of sleepy bliss upon her face, he ascertained that she had.
"This should be a regular thing." She murmured, her voice low and faraway.
"You're the boss." Grimmjow returned offhandedly. It was best to be noncommittal, lest he scare her away with clinginess. That, and it wasn't like him to be dependent on anyone but himself.
"I'm aware." She tapped his chin. "I need a second opinion."
"Mine, or someone else's?"
"Oh, well, I'd prefer yours. It wouldn't be easy to track someone down in this place." She said mildly.
"I wouldn't mind." He admitted. "Sex is sex, wherever you get it."
"Certainly." The finality in her tone signified the end of that conversation. "Carry me home."
"Where the hell's home?"
"I'll show you." She gave him a winsome smile, and then, they were off.
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She woke up days later, her body sore, tired, but strangely satisfied. Neliel had let herself remain celibate for far too long, but Lolita complexes really weren't her style. Masochist or not, sex with a child was just wrong in her mind.
Besides, it wasn't like Dondo Chakka or Pessche even thought that way about her. Otherwise, they would have probably done everything in their power to make her return to her adult form.
Though, she had been an adult for a quite some time at this point. Sure, she had come across many men, and many chances to change her status of celibacy, but none of them seemed suitable.
Then, Grimmjow had appeared so suddenly. She had not felt such a raw sexual attraction to anyone since Nnoitora. Finally, there was the one who seemed suitable. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
She stretched out on the bed, not at all concerned to find that it was empty. If Grimmjow had chosen to leave, that was his prerogative.
A rattling from below changed her mind, and she knew that he was there. She flung the covers off of herself, willing her sore muscles to carry her down the stairs to see what the source of that rattling was.
"Grimmjow?" she asked sleepily, and she gained no response. She made her way into the kitchen, finding that the sound hadn't been rattling, but more of a clanging. "You're cooking?"
"Yeah. Not much here, really. How the hell do you live?" he demanded, and she yawned right in his face.
"Barely." She returned, rummaging through the cupboards and fishing out a dubious food item.
"You're gonna eat that?"
"Sure." She shrugged. "It's not like I've got much choice."
"You're fucking helpless on your own, aren't you?"
"What are you saying?" she rose to her full height, her chin held higher than usual.
"Well, fuck, I don't know." He grumbled, stirring the pot of steaming, yellowish liquid.
"What is that?" she peered over his shoulder.
"Soup. If you wait, I'll give you a bowl." He growled in her face, his nose poking hers.
"Oh." She skittered back and flung herself into a seat. "Fine. I can wait." She smiled confidently at him. Food was food, and she'd rather have that aromatic soup that Grimmjow was making over her mouldy trifle.
"All right, here." Grimmjow set a bowl before her, and set one before him as he sat beside her. Without waiting for the bowl to cool off, Neliel cupped it in both hands, blew lightly on the liquid, and began to slurp at it.
"That good, huh?"
"I haven't had real food for months." She admitted blushingly, and he smacked his forehead.
"You're a goddamned woman! You're supposed to know how to cook all sorts of things! The hell is your problem?"
"There's really nothing left to cook in this pl—"
"Bull! There's plenty." He scowled at her. "That's it. You're sticking with me. You need serious help, otherwise you'll die." That, and he had decided that he wanted to make her fall in love with him.
It wouldn't be easy, but he was up for a challenge.
"Oh." She stared into her bowl, contemplating the yellow liquid. "Well, I don't know how well that'll work." She murmured.
"What the hell?"
"I mean, I'll have to change my whole routine to accommodate you, and it'll be so hard to get used to…I just don't know—"
"Aw, shut up. You got no choice. You're stuck with me."
"Oh." She perked a brow at him. "I guess I'll have to make room." She sighed.
"What?"
"You'll want to sleep in my bed, won't you?" she frowned. She wasn't used to having anyone around, and though it had been a little hard to fall asleep due to Grimmjow's proximity, she found him comforting.
"Damn right." He smirked. "You're still the boss." He grumbled, and she kissed him on the cheek gently.
"I'll make the decisions then. You'll sleep in my bed. After all, it'd be lonely without you tonight." She pouted. "You'll take care of the cooking—"
"Wait. I can't cook!"
"The soup was great."
"That's the extent of my talent." He scoffed. "I didn't finish school." He joked, with a roll of his eyes. That, and he was no woman. He would not be forced to cook like one.
"Fine. You can be in charge of finding food for me to cook." She licked at his collarbone gently.
"That's fine. Whatever." He shrugged and waved his hand, distracted by the action of her tongue pressing against his skin.
He pushed her away when he felt her teeth digging into his skin, placing two fingers just beneath her chin and lifting her face so that he could kiss her. She looked confused at the gesture, and he scowled. "What's your problem?" he demanded.
"Why do you kiss me so much?" she asked in a hushed tone, her eyes huge in her face.
"Cause you fucking taste good."
Neliel cupped her hand before her mouth and breathed into it so that she could catch a whiff of her own breath. She made a face of pure disgust and scowled at him in return.
"Liar!" she accused, pointing her finger at him. "I'll be right back." She ran up the stairs and returned about five minutes later, her breath fresh.
"What the hell?"
"I had to brush my teeth. Morning breath…ugh!" she stuck her tongue out.
"Dammit." He growled, running up the stairs himself, and returning with equally fresh breath.
"Oh!" she grinned and grabbed his face so that she could nibble on his jaw. He frowned, tempted to kiss her, but not wishing to prompt her to ask any more questions. He figured it just wasn't like him to kiss so much, but Neliel's full lips were just so tempting.
"Dammit, Nel." He growled, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her up the stairs. She giggled and squirmed in his arms, her legs flailing. "Stop moving so damn much, would you?" he asked.
"I'm the boss, remember? I get to move as much as I want!" she grinned at him, and licked his face.
"Damn you and your technicalities." He grumbled, flinging her onto the bed once he reached their room. He tore at her clothes, and she protested weakly. She had a couple more outfits left somewhere in a closet, so she supposed he could ruin one. He grinned once he had her naked, bending to place a series of light kisses on her stomach.
Golden eyes widened as they looked over him, but his gaze told her to keep her mouth shut. She bit her lip, letting her eyes narrow until they closed. His lips trailed down the smooth skin of her stomach until he reached the pink flesh that gave her so much pleasure. He took a small amount of it in his teeth, biting at it lightly, eliciting a sharp gasp from Neliel.
He could tell her hands were fisting in the sheets as his tongue darted forth to taste her, and he could feel how moist she was. He delved his tongue within her, holding her hips to keep her from thrashing about too much. Her fingernails dug into her palms, and she bit down harder on her lip to keep herself from crying out.
Grimmjow could feel the subtle rising of her hips as he sucked upon her flesh, his fingers replacing his tongue within her. The combination of these actions elicited a short, sharp cry from Neliel, and her suddenly relaxed muscles told him that she had had her release.
She managed a weak smile at him, and she caught her breath softly, her eyes shutting as he took his place beside her. She pushed him down onto the bed, and he struggled against her. He was tired from what he had just done, and as much as he wanted what she was about to give him, he would rather rest for a little while, first.
"Nel…stop." He rolled onto his stomach, peering at her from under his arm. "Give me a break."
"Oh." She climbed onto his back, folding her arms beneath her head and resting it there.
"You're warm." He murmured, and she snorted.
"So are you." She licked and bit at his neck gently, trying to get some sort of reaction from him, but he would not be swayed. He was hell-bent on taking a break, and she was not about to change his mind. "Oh…Grimmjow, you're not fun anymore." She whimpered.
"Oh, really?" he rolled over so that she fell off of him, and before she could roll off of the bed, he caught her, carrying her with one arm as the other undressed him. He set her down on the floor somewhere, and she got down on her hands and knees, somehow knowing that's what Grimmjow wanted.
He grinned as he finished undressing himself, and he grasped Neliel's hips, expertly performing a rear entry. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, and her nails clawed into the floor as his hips pumped his hard length in and out of her. Eventually, her arms let her weight go down until it was just her lower body in the air. Of course, that part of her had the aid of Grimmjow's hands, but her head rested on the floor.
She was rapidly being pushed toward the sensation of orgasm yet again, and she knew she'd collapse afterward. Or, try to. Grimmjow seemed suddenly, strangely driven. She tried to look back, to catch a glimpse at his face, but it was practically impossible to do. She could only gain pleasure, and give Grimmjow pleasure in return.
Her hips rose as far as possible as she came in a rush of starbursts and ecstasy. Her body fell limp, and her world went black. Never before had she experienced anything like that, and it was something she wouldn't mind repeating over and over again.
Grimmjow eventually let her body rest upon the floor, once he had finished, of course. He rolled her onto her side, noting that her eyes were closed, her breathing steady, and her face holding an expression of pure bliss.
He bent down to kiss her calm, blissful face, taking advantage of her state of unconsciousness. No questions would be asked. Once he reached her lips, he felt her begin to respond, her eyes fluttering open. Instead of pulling away to question him, she kissed him, her hands slowly moving until she held his face. She rolled over until she was on her back, and pulling Grimmjow onto her.
He licked at her neck once he pulled away for air, and she held an expression like she was kilometers away, yet still right with him.
"Grimmjow…" she murmured, her eyes veiled by her eyelashes. She felt her heart pounding somewhere within her chest, or at least it felt like a heartbeat, and she knew that no one else had ever made her feel quite like she felt at the moment. Though, she knew nothing of love, or perhaps she did. She couldn't say for sure.
"Shut up, woman." He growled, lifting her up as he stood. He pressed her against a wall, biting into her neck until she bled, and then entering her with one quick thrust, pounding her up against the wall.
Neliel could have sworn she heard her back crack, and she felt it, too. Her head fell back, and her eyes rolled back into her head as Grimmjow's thrusts intensified. His hands gripped her sides to keep her steady, though she had one foot resting on the ground to keep her balance.
She moaned softly as he cupped her breasts, her hips pressing forward as her back arced, her shoulders digging into the wall. He brought his mouth to hers, muting all sound with a deep, passionate kiss. He couldn't help but enjoy the sex, and the amazing body of Neliel. She was something else, and he had set himself quite the challenge. To make her fall in love with him would be rather tough, but he knew he could do it.
He felt her nails rake down his back as her hips pushed forward even more, and then, from the relaxing of her muscles, and her sudden limpness, he knew that she had released again. He followed suit soon after, and somehow managed to drag her back to bed.
"Fuck…" he rubbed at his eyes, and Neliel lay limp beside him. The ragged breathing and the uneven rise and fall of her chest told him that she was as exhausted as he was. With his final amount of strength, he drew her into his arms, letting his head fall to her breasts.
I'm gonna make the bitch love me…
(A/N: There'll probably be another chapter. Yeah. This is just cos I want to post something NOW. And I have class in like…a half hour, so I wanted to hurry up and finish this, and maybe something else. Not to say I'm rushing through these stories by any means! It's just tough to make a woman fall in love when you feel rushed…whatever. Hope you enjoyed.)