It was now the day after the events. Grimmjow and you went home that day where the two of you sorted everything out. As for Ulquiorra, last you heard was that he was spotted with Hime at her house.

You had called it a day now and here you were descending underneath the covers when Grimmjow walks in.

"W-What do you plan on doing with those?" you squeak out, as you raise the plush, white duvet higher up your face. In Grimmjow's hands were a plateful of fresh strawberries, chocolate syrup and of course, whipping cream.

"Hm? We're ending the dry streak tonight. Why not get a lil freaky an-"

"No."

"But-"

"No!" you yell stubbornly, as you furiously shake your head from side to side.

Grimmjow gives you a dejected look before turning around and exiting the door. Slightly cringing as to how adorably sad he looked, you couldn't help but call him back in and have him leave the tray on the night stand.

Grimmjow excitedly climbs into the bed where he immediately begins to tear your pajama's off of you.

"T-Take it easy!"

Grimmjow grunts in response as his furious fingers begin to un button your shirt. When you insist that you'd do it considering he was tearing some buttons off, he merely climbed on top of you and placed a sweet, tender kiss onto your collar bone. That was always one way to shut you up.

Grimmjow successfully takes your top off and he is now left with the daring task of the bra. Grimmjow always said he'd try, but he always ended up snapping the clasps off. So this time, you were a bright, lacy blue bra with the clasps fixated in the front.

Grinning at the sight of you under his touch, Grimmjow easily un clasps your bra, tossing it to the side.

Shyly, you cover your breasts from his lustful gaze. All knowing that un-cooperativeness in the bed did not please Grimmjow.

"If ya' like, I'd be more than happy to cuff ya'," he murmurs, as he rests his hard, lean body on yours; teasingly trailing his warm fingers down your ribs.

Inhaling sharply, you let go of your breasts, meeting Grimmjow's demands.

"Good girl," he whispers, as he begins to gently massage you. Moaning, you can't help but arch your back into him. Pleading for him to do more, he finally does. Grimmjow envelops your hard nub into his mouth, rolling his tongue ever so delicately. Your body tenses, waiting for it. The one thing that'd send you over the edge. And then it comes. Grimmjow roughly bites on the bruised flesh, causing you to grab the sheets roughly.

"I should be telling you to take it easy," he says dryly, before paying the same blissful attention to your other one.

You could feel yourself beginning to grow more and more agitated. Not doing it in months had made you much more sensitive to everything. Heck, even taking a shower made you excited.

Suddenly, you notice, well feel Grimmjow's manhood pulsing against your thigh. Getting an idea, you quickly push him off of you so that you are now sitting on his pelvic region.

"I wasn't-"

"Now it's your turn," you say softly, as you lean across the bed towards the infamous tray Grimmjow had brought in. Grabbing the whipping cream, you spray a generous circle on each nub. You shiver uncontrollably at the coolness hitting your hot, sweaty skin.

"Holy-"

Grabbing the bottle of chocolate syrup, you pull Grimmjow's boxers a little further down. Just enough to tease him much more than you were already about to. Starting from the bottom, your pour a straight line of syrup up to the crook of his neck.

Grimmjow shakes as you do this. Finally, you grab a strawberry and place it in his mouth, just before he has time to ask what you were doing.

Shuffling further down on Grimmjow, you teasingly begin to lick upwards, pausing at times to give him an alluring, playful look. You hear his suppressed moans from underneath the strawberry. Finally, you place your lips around his where you bite off the other end of the strawberry, placing some cream into your mouth from earlier.

Grimmjow looks at you with a blank gaze. Suddenly, you are worried you did something wrong.

"Grimm- ah!"

Grimmjow tackles you down onto the bed where he finally strips off all of the remaining clothes.

Grimmjow greedily, as always, begins to immediately position himself. But before he enters your pulsating warmth, he takes the can of cream and sprays on two happy faces on each of your breasts.

Usually you'd roll your eyes at him but this time, you can't help but smile as to how happy the both of you were, finally. This was all you ever wanted. All you ever needed.

Before entering, Grimmjow looks down at you to see you smiling. Leaning closer to your face, he gives you his famous, lopsided smirk.

"As much as you kept denying it, I always knew you wanted my d-"

"S-Shut up!" you whimper, as your cheeks begin to flush.

Laughing, Grimmjow finally throws your slender legs over his shoulders, as he enters you in a tantalizing motion.

Groaning, you wrap your arms around him, hugging his warm body against yours. Never did you want to let go. And never would you.