Prompt: Hair

Summary: Orihime has an idea and wants to run it through with Grimmjow.

Rated: T-M

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"Hey, Grimm?" Inoue asked, weaving her long fingers into her lover's teal hair. It was messy, as usual, and she remembered offering to fix it up so it stuck up right. As a response, he slammed her to her wall and fucked her harshly, threatening that if she ever touched his blue locks, he would kill her. Like he would ever bring himself to do that, anyways.

But it got her thinking.

The arrancar below her, with the sheets covering most of his body except for his set shoulders and head, muffled a small response, face shielded by the soft pillow. His eyes were still closed and he kept his permanent scowl on. Inoue thought he looked cute asleep.

"I was thinking about…cutting my hair" she paused, letting her auburn hair fall over her face and onto his naked shoulders. "What do you think?"

There was silence. Then Grimmjow removed his face from the pillow and looked up at her with glazed teal eyes. He gave up a deep growl and scowled at her. "No".

Orihime blinked down at him. "Uh…huh?"

Grimmjow fell back against the bed, causing the huge furniture to shift a little. "I said no. Don't cut your damn hair."

Inoue lay there quietly, over his back, letting his decision echo in her ears. "But, you always complain about it"

That was true. She remembered one time, when they were doing it, that Grimmjow took 5 minutes just to manage to pull her hair away from her body. On other times, he cursed about the length. "I was thinking if I got rid of it then it wouldn't cause problems anymore"

Grimmjow flinched. "No"

His lover huffed. He was really stubborn at times. "Why not?"

"Cause I said so"

That was one of his favourite lines to say to her.

"That's not a good answer" Inoue sighed and rolled over. She pulled her covers over her naked form and huddled her body up.

"I thought yer hair was special or somethin'" Grimmjow commented. That was surprised. Orihime opened her eyes suddenly. He never really liked pillow talks. He hated them in fact. Somehow, she managed to get him to speak with her sometimes though.

"Well…ya it is…" Inoue answered, recalling her promise to her best friend Tatsuki. She wouldn't cut her hair till she became strong enough to protect herself. Orihime wondered: had that time come already? When she stood up against Aizen and helped the shinigamis push their enemies back into HM, wasn't that her peeked chance? "I think I'm ready to rid myself of the burden"

Feeling the creeks and rough sounds, Inoue knew Grimmjow had moved again. He swung his arm around her chest, which was on body part that was exposed and leaned himself over her. Orihime looked up, surprised at his body covering hers. His eyes were opened slightly and looked at her. Teal hair got into her face.

"Grimm…jow?"

"Don't cut it," he said. Grimmjow dipped his nose into her locks of auburn. He closed his eyes again "it's fine the way it is"

"B-But…what about-"

"Doesn't matter" he growled. Grimmjow shifted his head and kissed her lightly on the side of her forehead. Inoue flushed at his softness. "Just don't"

The two lay there, covered in white curtains, as the sun peeked into the room, blinding the human girl temporarily. She looked at Grimmjow's calm, handsomely etched face and smiled warmly.

Now her hair seemed to take on a new representation. Her promise was completed when Tatsuki had come over to congratulate Inoue on a job well done and the shinigamis thank her with true appreciation. And now she was here, in the arms of an enemy and a loved one, accepting the consequences. He was her strength now.

"You like my hair?" she giggled, silly-like. That kind of laughter usually got her thrown in bed fast.

He paused. "…sort of"

Her smile widened as she wrapped her skinnier arms around his.

"As long as you keep it mid-way. Then it just becomes fucking annoying."

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