Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I am not Tite Kubo, so logic dictates I don't own Bleach.

Slightly cracky pairing of Grimmjow/Yoruichi. Drabble-ish, rated M because Grimmjow is a horny bastard and Yoruichi isn't complaining. (Or is that the other way around?) Also a mild drug reference.

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Grimmjow's eyes are half-lidded as he watches the woman beside him stir languidly. But the intensity of his stare remains the same, and almost as if she can sense it, she turns and fixes him with her golden-eyed stare.

"Hey, babe," purrs Grimmjow, a smirk crossing over his face as he takes in the sight of her naked flesh, drinking it in.

"Hey yourself," replies Yoruichi, making no attempt to cover herself, utterly at ease with her body and with him leering at it.

Leaning back, he sticks a slightly bent cigarette in his mouth, rummages around for a lighter. With a practised ease, he flicks open the lighter, watching as the tiny flame obediently flares to life, the tip of his thumb already starting to burn. Ignoring the pain, almost enjoying it, he brings the lighter up to his mouth and lights the cigarette. Inhaling deeply and blowing smoke out through his nose; Grimmjow feels a rush of deep satisfaction.

Yoruichi's plum-coloured hair is out of its usual ponytail and spread messily around her shoulders, making her look hard and lush all in one. Sitting up, breasts bouncing with the sudden movement, she reaches for the gleaming wine bottle beside the bed, taking a swig from it. Reddish-pink liquid escapes from the space between her mouth and the bottle's neck, trickling down her chin and neck. Slowly, Grimmjow leans toward her, tongue out, licking deliberately at where the wine has left thin red trails. Yoruichi shudders with pleasure, even though his tongue is rough, like sandpaper.

"Mmm, hey, save some of that for later," she tells him with a taunting smile, tilting her head back.

"I've never been all that good at waiting," remarks Grimmjow, lazily, but he sits back upright anyway.

Most of Grimmjow's other trysts just didn't get it. But Yoruichi was different.

She never told him what he was doing was idiotic or insane or dangerous. She seemed just as interested in finding new ways to get a new rush as much as he was. And that in itself was kind of exhilarating.

"Hey,"

Grimmjow, who had not noticed that his eyes had briefly closed, thinking about this, opened them to see Yoruichi pretty much straddling him. He grinned lasciviously as she settled herself on his abdomen.

"Give me some of that," she tells him, indicating the joint still held between his fingers, smoke curling lazily in the air.

Never one to give in to someone's requests easily, Grimmjow merely sticks the cigarette between his lips and takes a deep inhale, eyes still locked with hers. Yoruichi, not missing a beat, leans down, breasts pushing up against him, and puts her lips on his. She tastes like wine and something fruity. He's almost disappointed when she leans back, tilts her head up and blows smoke at the open window, but from this angle he has an even better view of her tits.

"You know how you told me you're known as the 'Goddess of flash'?" Grimmjow said, and he has to bite back a groan when Yoruichi arches her back, like a cat, and wriggles slightly, grinding against him.

"I remember," she replies, a purr in her voice.

"I think I need another reminder," he tells her, and she smirks and presses her lips to his again, letting him bite down on her lip.

And Grimmjow knows that there is a purr in her voice, because she knows full well where this is going and she'll be damned if she's not going to help initiate it, which is what Grimmjow loves about her.

And the sex.

But that one sort of goes without saying.

A/N- In case you were wondering, High Rise Syndrome is the phenemenon of overconfident cats falling from high places.

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