A/N- A random little drabble of GrimmHime :) Not meant for analysis, just for the purpose of a fun little scene. So enjoy and review please!

Warning- Use of a curse word from…guess who? Honestly now.

Disastrous Nectarine

He watched with hooded, aquamarine eyes, as the orange droplet of nectarine juice trickled down from the corner of her lips. In an unconscious action, teeth captured his lower-lip, lightly puncturing the soft flesh. A pleasant sound rumbled in the back of his throat, as primal instinct urged him to lean closer.

"Grimmjow?" Orihime's voice snapped him back from the delirious state. "Grimmjow…" she paused and presented to him an incredibly odd look, "what are you doing?" The half-eaten fruit paused in the inevitable path to her moistened lips.

Grimmjow recoiled immediately, as if her mere presence burned. Muscular arms folded in an angered stance, as the blue-haired man jutted his chin in the opposite direction. "You've got a dribble running down your chin," he stated, waspish. "Now leave me the fuck alone, woman."

"Oh," she replied softly, wiping the dribble away with a careless swipe of her forefinger.

Something within Grimmjow withered and died. What a waste of a nectarine dribble…

Ignore the utter randomness. In the future I promise I will have a longer story -.- Both of the stories I have posted so far have been disgustingly short. I do apologize for that...