Author's note: I just thought about this pairing, then tried to figure out how it could come about. This fic is the result. And the reason I haven't put up much lately is that I have relatives over, and little babies. x_x Life is so difficult sometimes.

Why am I doing this? His body was so close to mine. He was burning me with the heat of his skin. His flesh was so hard against my soft body. It felt like he could break me, but I was stronger than that.

"Why are we doing this again, soul reaper?" His voice was a warm grumble in my ear. His breath smelled faintly of old blood. No surprise, for a creature like him.

An excellent question. She had no idea why they were doing this. It was beyond stupid for them both. When had it started? How had it started? Well, she knew the answer to all that. The real question was why they'd thought it made sense to continue it.

"Because you're horny and I'm stupid." She muttered in his ear, giving him the truth she knew. There was a sharp bark of laughter in her ear and hot hands were under her clothing, pulling it away. For a brief moment, she was thankful that he was so much taller than her. Even if someone happened upon them they would see almost nothing of her.

They were in a back alley. There was trash in the corners, puddles of things that were better left unnamed littering the ground. For one horrible moment she thought he would just drop her clothing, but he was better trained than that. Although not by much, since he tossed it onto the roof of a nearby building.

"You're getting that for me when we're done." She snarled, fighting down a blush at the thought of having to fly up there stark naked to retrieve her things. A wicked grin greeted her.

"I love it when you're mad." He purred in her ear before playing with her. Those huge hands, so expert at crushing lives and hopes, cupped her breasts with surprising delicacy. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and she groaned before biting her hand, silencing any sound. They couldn't afford to be caught, and somehow the danger made her lust sharper.

He kept playing with her for a while, sharp fangs dragging across the soft skin of her neck as he fondled her beasts. Then his hands moved to her rear, teasing her and parting her legs. A thick thumb found her nub and stroked that small, sensitive piece of flesh. Her mouth opened in an O of pleasure as a single finger slipped past her folds, delving into her wet heat.

"Nice and wet down there, soul reaper. Ready for more?" He undid his hakama, letting the white fabric pool around his feet, headless of the dirt. She nodded, trembling with anticipation. "Good, because I can't wait." His cock was hard and upright, pressing against her belly. She glanced down at it, marvelling at the size. It was huge, just like always.

Then it was sliding inside her and she arched as her small body flexed, fighting to accommodate that huge length. It didn't take long for her to adjust. She knew his body as well as her own and knew exactly how to take him into herself.

And he knew how long it would take her. When she was ready he began to take her, groaning as if her insides were the best thing he had ever felt. Was it because she was so small? Because she was a soul reaper? Because if Ichigo ever found out, he would be furious? Pleasure wiped away any coherent thought and she clung to him, tangling her small hands into his white jacket.

His cock continued assaulting her inner walls, pounding into her with skill and ferocity. It was always like this with him, always rough and quick yet oh, so good. His fangs grazed her throat again, raising the merest kiss of blood. Those tiny droplets excited him, but were not enough to leave a mark. They couldn't afford any marks.

"Nnnn, ah!" She panted, resting her forhead on his broad chest, feeling the scar that decorated his skin and the rippling muscles beneath. "Grimmjow." She whispered his name into his ear, feeling him shudder at the soft touch of her breath.

"Rukia." His answering snarl made her insides react, gripping and squeezing down on that hard length. She was so close to release she could taste it and each thrust was taking her closer to the edge. "Gah!" His deep howl was too loud, but she didn't care as his movements suddenly became quick and erratic. Those harsh, jolting thrusts took her over and she cried out as her body convulsed around him, her juices sliding over him as he emptied himself into her waiting warmth.

They stayed like that for a moment, both of them breathing hard and tangled together. She didn't want to let go of his jacket, didn't want to remove her face from his chest. The sweat, the musk of sex and the feeling of hard muscles against her were intoxicating. Even his scar felt good, rasping and pleasant against her skin. He was still inside her, slowly softening. She could feel his uneven breathing, the rise and fall of that powerful chest.

He finally drew away, a gush of warm fluid following. Rukia grimaced as it ran down her leg, catching herself on unsteady feet as he pulled up his hakama. To her surprise, he produced a handful of tissue from a pocket hidden somewhere.

"I noticed I seem to have a bit more in there than you can take, thought you might like these." He said with his typical arrogant cockiness. She smiled in amusement and took the tissues.

"Keep flattering yourself." She said as she sponged away the mess from her thighs. He fetched her clothing and tossed it to her. She had just finished buckling it up and was about to speak again when they were rudely interrupted.

"Rukia!" She turned, surprised, as she heard Orihime's voice. The human woman paused, looking puzzled and glancing around. "Was there someone else here? I thought I felt a hollow." She said uncertainly and Rukia silently blessed Grimmjow's sonido. He was amazingly deft with it and equally good at hiding his reiatsu when he wanted to. She would never have believed it when they first met – he'd seemed as brash as Kenpachi or Ichigo – but he said it came from the endless hunts in Hueco Mundo. Grimmjow was an excellent hunter.

"I took care of it." She said, which was technically not a lie. She'd taken care of it alright. "Were we going to tea?" Her gigai was sitting outside not too far away, inhabited by her Chappy soul candy. She would take it back and join her human friends for a bit of down time. Orihime beamed at her and nodded.

"The tea place is serving a full English high tea! It will be so amazing!" She said happily and Rukia smiled back. She'd done the Japanese tea ceremony many, many times, but never an English style high tea. For once crazy moment she wished Grimmjow could join her. He'd endured the Japanese ceremony and hated it. What would he think of the European version?

Rukia put the thought out of mind, following her friend. She would never find out.

It was better that way.