Destructions Malice.

The day drug on as it always did when his only real visitor didn’t make her rounds. Grimmjow did pretty much the only things he could do, slept, ate, and exercised a bit. It always helped pass the day, but only slightly. Before long he found himself staring out of his small cell window from his cot, the night sky was always welcomed…it reminded him of home. He watched the time pass by through the stars, and eventually drifted off into sleep.

He opened his eyes slightly and peered up at the window as he always did to gauge the time. He was surprised to find that it was still night, he almost never awoke once he had called it a day. He blinked the haziness away and began to notice a small sound inside the small building that was his cell. He strained to figure out what it was, his eyes still not adjusted to the dim light yet to find the source. He rolled up so that he could sit on the edge of the bed and stared into the darkness outside his cell. It took a moment but he realized it was coming from outside the door leading into the building.

“Stupid key…” came a quieted voice in frustration.

He raised an eyebrow at the sound, what or who had any business coming in during the night? He doubted it could be good, maybe some relative of some Shinigami he had fought coming to get revenge. He heard the click of success as the intruder managed to get the key into the doors lock. He quickly repositioned himself in his cot to appear undisturbed, if he was going to be attacked he needed something to his advantage and surprise was the only thing he had at the moment.

He remained perfectly still as the door slid open and the interloper crept in. It seemed there was some hope; the person wasn’t very effective at sneaking up on him. The person shuffled in, it even sounded like they tripped on something, though seeing as there was nothing in the room he wondered what. Though the noise hadn’t lessened his will to remain still the sudden sound of his cell opening did. The anticipation of a fight was exciting after all this time, even a fight he had little chance of winning.

“Hey, hey Grimmjow…” whispered a voice from the cell door, “Hey!”

Grimmjow had suddenly pegged the voice, even as quiet and slightly slurred as it was her small giggles were unmistakable.

“Matsumoto?” he questioned turning slightly to find the woman standing half in his cell. “What the hell are you doing?” he started as he rolled back over and sat himself on the edge of the bed.

He took a moment to look the girl over. Even in the dim light he could tell she was trashed, and it looked like she had a fresh bottle with her.

“Coming to celebrate dummy” she said giggling as she slipped inside and closed the cell door behind her, “It’s my birthday you know?”

Grimmjow sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, “You know you shouldn’t be in here? I’m a dangerous criminal after all…”

“Oh is that so?” she said laughing as she grabbed his cheek roughly and tugged on it, “Don’t look to intimidating to me!”

“Get off me drunkard!” he exclaimed tugging on her arm.

The woman just laughed to herself and slid into the cot next to him, “I forgot to bring glasses, So we will just have to share.”

Grimmjow rubbed his cheek showing some obvious annoyance, but did take the bottle when she offered. He took a swig and passed it back, and soon was offered another and another. They went on like that for some time, although the woman did well to take a good deal more then he had. What was really surprising was that she was still even capable of simple things like sitting after the bottle ran dry. Not only had she already been crocked, but the stuff wasn’t light, and had gotten him pretty buzzed by the time it was all gone.

“Awwww, this is no fun!” she exclaimed as she turned the bottle over and shook it as if to verify that it was empty. “Entertain me Grimmy!” she exclaimed as she roughly threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her ample breast, “All those other people are boring, already passed out and we had only drank a few hours!”

Grimmjow was there, but his eyes and mind were in a completely different place. He hadn’t had the touch of a woman in ages…and a wonderful example of one was very drunk and currently giving him an eye full.

“Oh…okay…” he said quietly still unsure of how he should be acting, he of course had never been in a position where he couldn’t simply push a girl over and have his fun. Now…he was more or less powerless, she could probably stay sitting even as drunk as she was if he was pushing against her with all his might.

It was about then that Matsumoto realized what the man was thinking, the eye lock on her cleavage made it rather obvious.

“Oh, Is Grimmy thinking about giving me my present?” she asked pressing her chest upward toward his face, “You pervert…”

She lightly pressed the man down into the cot, a sullen look in her eyes, a light blush across her cheeks. He soft tangled mass of hair fell down about her frame, her wonderfully large breast hung dangerously close to the Arrancars face. The man who had never once felt helpless in his life was now completely and utterly helpless below the woman, and oddly he found he liked it.

“So, my dear prisoner…do you have my birthday present?” the orange haired Shinigami asked in a sultry tone he hardly believed was her.

The Arrancar only smirked lightly, what was he going to say? “No you are drunk and this isn’t right?” He had wanted this woman since the second he saw her, and he was hardly one to ignore opportunity. He lifted his head from the cot below him and growled lightly, his lips just barely grazing the woman’s.

Matsumoto giggled and sat up on the man, “Oh…” she said with a thin smile as she gyrated her hips on the large bulge between her thighs, “It looks like you do have a present for me.” She lightly flicked her hair away and lightly tugged at her Kimono letting her breasts fall free for the Arrancar to see. The moonlight cast subtle lines across her skin, the shadows cast by the bars almost perfectly hid her nipples behind a dim shroud.

Grimmjow sat up so that he could better admire the woman’s bust; he hadn’t seen the like since he was In Hueco Mundo, but that stuck up bitch wouldn’t bed him no matter what he did. He lightly moved his hands up over her hips, across her ribs and over her perfectly soft skin. He lightly lifted them and let them fall admiring the bounce as they returned to their natural position. He lightly pressed against her making her arch her back, he grinned as she lightly wrapped her arms about his neck that ever present sultry smile still sat between those supple lips of hers.

“I wonder how mad all of those punk ass boys out there would be if they knew what I was getting…” he said bringing his bright blues to meet the woman’s own.

Matsumoto simply giggled and ran her fingers through his hair, “Oh the trouble you cause.”

The man smiled and returned his gaze to her breasts. He smiled and playfully traced the edges of her areola's with his thumbs, he had to admit, he had never seen breasts so perfectly balanced. For their size of them her nipples matched perfectly, and the cool night air had those small nubs standing at attention. He lost his ability to resist rather quickly and abruptly took one of the pink beauties into his mouth.

The light moan the erupted from the woman’s lips was a sound he missed greatly, and quickly drove him on to hear more. He firmly groped her remaining breast, rolling it in his hand, occasionally tugging and twisting at her nub. Each whimper and moan the fell from her mouth sent shivers down his spine. He growled into her bust and playfully nipped at her nub, tugging at the sensitive nipple with his teeth.

Matsumoto yelped girlishly and pulled his head into her bust, causing him to stop his pursuit of her pleasure, “Oh you are just mean Grimmy.” She said laughing as she slowly pulled away from the man.

Grimmjow was smiling happily, and lightly flicked his tongue across the “boo boo” he had inflicted, “And you taste good…Just wanted more is all…”

The woman arched an eyebrow, “Oh?” she said smiling as she pushed him back into the cot, “Well maybe you should try this…”

The woman stood up and wiggled free of her Hakama, the small sashay of her hips to free them of her rear was easily one of the prettiest things he had seen in decades. She kicked the clothing off and snaked her way down onto him again, the shear fluidity of her movements was enough to send a man over the edge.

She slid up his body until her groin hovered just above his face, she reached down and untied the sash holding her Kimono on letting the material slide open. Reaching further down she teasingly slid her fingers across herself, the folds of her slit showing slightly beneath the thin fabric that were her panties. Grimmjows head moved up ravenously, but her free hand quickly pressed him back to the cot leaving his mouth just out of reach.

“Not so fast my dear, it’s my birthday after all…” she said smiling deviously down at the man.

She inched up some and pinned his arms to the bed, “You just stay there and watch…” she commanded as she tenderly removed her hand from his head in case he wasn’t going to comply.

He of course listened and against his primal urges refrained from burying his face in her crotch. “You’re a tease you know that?” he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

The woman only smiled at him and leaned over so that she was hunched over his head, one arm holding her up while the other remained between her thighs. She slid her fingers across her covered pussy in slow circles, tracing her clit and lightly pulling at the lips of her entrance hinting at the wondrous embrace beneath. Her hand moved up then pushed its way beneath her panties and to her slit. She was careful to show that she had reached the entrance and made her movements agonizing slow as a finger slid down and into her cunt.

Grimmjow was already practically humping air beneath her, although he was doing rather well at hiding the fact that she was getting to him so easily. Of course even then the woman likely knew what she was doing to him, and was surely enjoying it.

Her hand adjusted and a second finger slid in, she let out a subtle whimper as it did giving Grimmjow the chills. Her movements increased ad he began to see a stain of her sweet juices against the cloth of her underwear. The girls head fell further down as her pleasure seemed to increase, her long soft hair falling over her shoulder across Grimmjows chest.

He watched in awe as the Shinigami pleasured herself, her panties growing more and more damp as time passed. Soon gentle trickles of liquid coated the inside of her thighs, the shear amount that she produced was incredible and the scene of her doing it gorgeous.

Fifteen minutes passed and each one felt like an hour watching the woman pleasure herself, every small twitch, every sultry moan and whimper driving him mad. The girl was panting now, her toned abdomen heaving quickly, and her large breasts rising and falling in time with her labored breaths. She let out a long moan and arched her back, her head jerking up as she came. Grimmjow was grinning madly as the girls squirted into her hand, small spatters of her sweet nectar hitting his neck and face.

Seeing the girls spike in pleasure and seeming exhaustion from her orgasm he took advantage of the situation. After a bit of wiggling he managed to free his arms, and get them between her legs. Taking a firm hold of her hips he rolled them both over so that she was beneath him, she let out a cute little yelp at the sudden burst in movement causing the man to chuckle down at her. Pulling her legs up he pressed them forward until her lower body was off the ground. He scooted in letting her large squeezable rear rest against his chest and lightly pulled her wonderfully strong thighs apart.

The girl simply smiled up at him, her sincere enjoyment was something of a marvel to behold. Even though she was flushed and her eyes ever so excited, that confident smile was enough to entice any man into doing things he never thought he would. He settled himself so that his head was just above her exposed groin, the smell was wonderful her groin sent of waves of heat seeded with a light smell citrus. He vaguely wondered if she naturally gave off that scent or if it was something she washed with. But the thought was a fleeting one, for there were more important things to tend to.

He lightly slid his fingers over the small knots across her hips holding her panties on, then with a wide grin tugged letting the thin fabric fall from her body. He was amazed to see just how wet she really had gotten. Her groin and inner thighs glistened ever so gently in the moonlight, it was doubtful he had ever seen anything so delicious looking in his life.

The Arrancar brought his gaze to meet hers; she was nibbling on her lip in apparent anticipation, and it was impossibly cute to behold. He grinned and slowly, almost agonizing so slid his tongue across the length of her vagina. He started carefully at the base, then lightly slid between her soft folds up across her until he came to her clit. He savored the sweet taste of her body for a moment before letting out a satisfied sigh, it had become unclear who was getting more out of this. Reaching in he lightly placed his fingers on either side of the very peak of her slit, and with a slightly pulling motion slid the hood hiding her pleasure nub back. The nub was perfect, wonderfully pink, and erect, and as he soon found out extremely sensitive.

Placing his lips around the area he lightly suckled at her for a moment, noting the swift breath that followed. Pulling back he traced the small nub with his tongue, his eyes locked to the Shinigami’s. Every small flutter of her eyelashes, or drop of her jaw excited every nerve in his body. He flicked his tongue across her, almost laughing at her small seemingly uncontrollable muscle spasms. He went on casually teasing her, coaxing her back into that state of bliss she had been into for some time. He alternated between her clit and entrance, his methods varying greatly. Sometimes he was rough, burying his tongue and lips into her drinking up every ounce of fluid she offered. Other times he didn’t even touch her, just let his breath and eyes do the work for him.

His methods were affective, and soon he had the girl clawing at the sheets. He saw an opportunity for climax and he took it, quickly slipping his tongue into her slit and thoroughly exploring her shallows. His hands went to work as well, massaging her clit in sporadic bursts. Slowly her moans and body movement grew, whimpers became moans of ecstasy. Small twitches became toe curling thigh clenching teeth grinding seemingly maddening pleasure. But even with all his work it took little more then a thumb to send her over the edge. Whether it was the surprise of it or just a hidden fetish the woman had the sudden forceful entry of the digit into her rear sent a torrent of that sweet nectar into the mans mouth. The woman moaned out into the night, the sweat coating her form sent goose bumps across her skin, her back arched heavily and she threw her head back into the fabric of his bed. He remained still against her, ravenously lapping up the fluid that flooded from her.

It seemed like hours before her body finally fell limp and her breathing caught up with her again. She was actually unable to speak between her labored breaths, a sight that filled the man with pride and accomplishment. Although he would never have admitted it he had worried that he would be unable to please her after so long, those worries had been torn to shreds as of now.

“I…I’ve never…from this…I mean…” she stammered between gasps for air, “Oh Grimmjow…” she said sighing out heavily as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Grimmjow didn’t respond, he was to busy cleaning her up. His tongue continued its task until he was satisfied that her juices weren’t the dominant fluid coating her groin any longer. He gently slid back letting her body come to full rest in the small bed, his well toned body rippling in the moonlight over the woman. He leaned forward and crawled up her until his groin was resting firmly against hers. Leaning in slowly he brought his lips to within inches of hers, his eyes were uncharacteristically soft and the surprise in the woman’s own eyes was obvious. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, a small trickle of her own juices fell from the corner of her mouth as the man transferred a serving of her nectar to her. The woman took it without a peep, quickly swallowing every drop he gave her.

She let out a small whimper as the mans mask pierced her cheek, an annoying side affect of its placement. He withdrew and eyed the shallow scrape on her cheek before gently leaning in and lapping up the blood that he had drawn. Matsumoto only smiled warmly at him and draped her arms around his neck once again.

“Shall I return the favor now Grimmy-Kun?” she asked in a way that could only be described as that of a teenage girl, endlessly cute and seemingly inexperienced.

Grimmjow smiled, the fact that even after all that she had no issue waiting longer simply to please him was erotic in that of itself. He slid his hands beneath the small of her back and lifted her up into his lap so that they were chest to chest. The woman leaned in and laid a surprisingly gentle but oddly erotic kiss on him, he savored every second of it. She pulled away seemingly satisfied and gave him a gentle nod to continue. He adjusted some then slowly slid back so that she was atop him once again. The woman slowly slid into a sitting position, her nails lightly dragging across his toned chest and abdomen. She bit her lip and lightly traced the hole in his abdomen, the sensation was almost ticklish, and the small smile that crossed her lips and his short gasp caused him to smile in return.

Sliding off and down him he watched intently as she positioned herself over his groin, and the notable bulge beneath. She slid her hands up and slowly, almost nervously slid his Hakama down and off letting his rather large length fall free. Now Grimmjow would likely never look back on this as some romp, or some random fuck, it was rather fun and special. But in that moment of unveiling the only real description anyone could possibly give of the woman’s response was, Cock hungry. Her eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushed, her mouth fell agape and she let out a light almost inaudible whimper.

The Arrancar only smiled down at her, waiting to see what she could do with those lips of hers.

The woman slid one hand up and tentatively slid her fingers around his length; she let out a girlish giggle as her hand took hold of him fully, “You are very hard Grimmy-Kun.”

She leaned in and placed a small kiss on the head of his member, and then with a touch so gentle it was almost bizarre she lightly took hold of his foreskin with her teeth and tugged it down to reveal the head of his length. She moved back up and parted her lips ever so slightly, letting a thin stream of saliva pour down onto his length and her hand. She withdrew here head and lightly rested her chain on her free hand, her seductive eyes returning to meet his gaze as she began lightly stroking him.

“I bet this is your first time with an experienced woman.” She smiled warmly at the man, “How has it been so far?”

Grimmjow chuckled and slid one arm behind his head, “I couldn’t complain if I wanted to Matsumoto.”

The girl let out a small coo and went back to work, leaning in and flicking her tongue across the tip of him. Readjusting herself so she was resting comfortably on her stomach she lightly slid her lips around him and applied a gentle suction as she continued stroking him. The girl slowly began sliding her lips down him, her tongue massaging him roughly as she moved down his length. She pulled back after about an inch and flicked her eyes up to him for a moment, forcing a thin grin to slip between his lips.

“You’re a tease Shinigami…” he said snickering at her.

“You love it Arrancar.” Responded the woman with a light chuckle.

She dipped back down onto him, this time taking over half of his length into her mouth. She applied varying pressure as she slid back up his member, causing a low growl to slip from the Arrancars throat. The girl let out a muffled giggle as she delved back down his length, this time placing her hands on his abdomen and pressing deeply down him. She managed to wiggle every last inch down her throat without so much as a twitch or sound. She held herself there for a moment and let her eyes peer up at him seductively before pulling back quickly and taking a slight breath in as her air passage was cleared.

“Good?” she asked casually once again taking to stroking his length.

“sexy…” he said smirking down at the woman, surprisingly satisfied letting her take control.

She nodded and let out a cute sigh before once again taking him into her gentle embrace and slipping his entire length down her throat again. Reaching the base she withdrew until he nearly fell from her lips, and then effortlessly took him in again. She took to a gentle but deliberate rhythm, taking him in as far as possible then slowly pulling away. Within a few minutes he was groaning lightly at every movement, the woman was very skilled, and it was obvious she could make him do or feel whatever she wished.

The woman was relentless, and when it came down to it Grimmjow just didn’t have the ability to maintain his composure much longer at the mercy of the Shinigami. Lucky for him the woman seemed to acknowledge this and after a final toe curling motion pulled away. After taking a deep breath and seductively licking her lips she brought her gaze to meet his.

“Delicious…” she smiled sheepishly and licked her lips again as if to make her point.

Grimmjow let out a thankful sigh and ran his fingers through his hair, “Fuck you are good at that woman.” He exclaimed chuckling lightly, “Better then any I’ve had anyway.”

The girl was practically beaming; just as he knew she was no stranger to the bed she knew he was not inexperienced. The mutual enjoyment and pleasure was a testament to their acquired skills.

“Well let’s see how you like this then Grimmy.” She said with a light blush upon her cheeks.

Matsumoto wiggled her way up him slightly, and with a slight tug pulled her ample breast up and around his groin. Pressing her breast together she encased his cock in her wonderfully soft bust. She let out a small coo once she was in place and let a bit of her saliva slid down over the exposed head of his length. She lightly pulled upward then moved back to rest, then slowly began repeating her movements until his length and her breasts became slippery enough to allow for easy motions.

Grimmjow had to admit, he had had other breasts wrapped about him before, but never had he been so snug between a pair. The shear mass allowed her to keep him firmly embraced at all times, no matter how quickly she moved. Within minutes quickly is exactly what he got, the woman moved at a fast but strategic pace. Massaging every inch of his cock with her bosom, constantly re-lubing them both with her saliva as she went.

Without much of a break the Shinigami had the Arrancar groaning in pleasure long before she got into full swing. When she dipped her head down and added a strong suction to the head of his penis the man almost instantly lost control.

“Fuck woman…” he groaned while grinding his teeth, “Cumming!”

The sudden burst of his seed seemed to catch her off guard for a moment as he fell from her lips and she caught a thin line of his cream across one of her cheeks before she managed to slip him more deeply into her mouth. He came hard, he couldn’t remember ever feeling such relief. The white liquid filled her mouth quickly and streamed out over her chin and down onto her breasts before he finally let up.

“Oh you bastard!” she exclaimed laughing in between slightly labored breaths, “You should give a lady more warning!” she sat up and placed her arms on her hips, “You got it all over me!” she said nodding to the cream coating her cleavage.

Grimmjow only found the whole situation comical and rather sexy, he had always enjoyed a woman wearing what he offered…and one as beautiful as her was a sight to behold. The woman lightly removed the bit on her chin and cheek and cleaned her fingers delicately with her tongue. The look she gave and the light tune she hummed showed just how much she enjoyed his taste.

He watched intently as she scooped up finger-fulls of his cream from her breasts and drank it down without a moment’s hesitation. Eventually she resorted to lifting a breast and licking what she could reach clean, her seductive gaze locking on his making it all the more sexual.

“There…” she started lightly wiggling her bosom for him, “Nice and clean again.”

Grimmjow sat up and firmly took hold oh her chin bringing her gaze to his and laying a light kiss upon her lips, “I like it better when you are dirty.” He grinned deviously and gently moved her hand to his length slipping her fingers around it, “Now give me that pussy, or I’ll have to take it.”

He of course had all but forgotten about his inability to enforce that threat, but in the heat of the moment he had reverted back to his dominant ways. It was a good thing the woman was as hot if not more so then he was at that moment, or he might have gotten a swift kick to the head.

“Oh yea?” she asked lightly slipping her fingers across his chest, her nails leaving gentle trails as she moved up and straddled him, “Here it is Grimmy…” she spoke quietly, almost as a whisper as she teasingly gyrated her hips across him, “But you’ll have to take it.” She playfully stuck out her tongue at him, her hips taking to a light bounce against his throbbing length.

The Arrancar only grinned in reply to her challenge, and after taking a firm hold of her rear flipped her onto her back. He ran his hand up one thigh, lifting it up and hanging it about his waist, “You ain’t resisting too much Mastumoto, Maybe it’s because you want it?” he asked playfully as he returned the favor by slowly pushing his member against her slit, only to let it slip up and over her clit.

“Are you calling me a slut?” she asked, that playful smile remained gracefully between her supple lips.

“Maybe I am? Does it piss you off…slut?” he sneered.

“Ha ha, dickhead.” She replied with a light smirk.

“Yes ma’am!” he said happily and roughly pressed his thick length into her slit.

The speed and surprise combined and caused the girl to let out a loud yelp, her nails dug into his back painfully…but it only caused him to laugh at the woman.

“I apologize, if that’s all it takes for you to make such dirty sounds you really aren’t a slut.” He frowned sarcastically, “To bad, I always liked that about you.”

The woman bit her lips and gently shoved him, “Idiot, no wonder you are so good with your tongue…cause you aren’t any good with that thing between your legs.”

“Oho, is that a challenge?” he asked grinning happily.

The Shinigami only smiled slyly at the man, but that was really all he needed to ensure him that it was. He slid up her body pressing the remaining length into her; the slight gasp that slipped from her lips was one of the most pleasant sounds he had ever heard. The Arrancar moved his hands across the woman’s body, his right came to rest on one of her breasts, his left took a firm grasp of her rear. Sliding back he began his pursuit of pleasure with a slow smooth stroke into her tight entrance. His entire body tingled at her textured interiors grip, the shear heat her groin put off was enough to make him lightheaded. He drew away and piled himself back into her, in increasingly rapid succession.

Soon the two were covered in sweat, their bodies glistening in the moonlight. Each thrust of the mans hips forced a deep pleasure filled moan out of the woman’s throat, and a growl of delight from the man atop her. His hand roughly clutched her massive breast, using it as a grip to pull himself forward into the girl. Each thrust sent the woman bouncing away, but his firm grip on her body pulled her back into him, making sure she felt every last inch that filled her.

“I’m…I’m gonna…” the girl could hardly speak under his onslaught, “Cum…I’m coming, I’m…COMING!” she cried loudly into the night.

Grimmjow had though he would be able to drive through her orgasm, but the shear strength of her vagina's contractions along with the torrent of juices that gushed out around his shaft gave him little choice in the matter. He pushed deeply into her, she was so tense it was almost painful, and let loose a strong thick helping of his semen into her. He barely managed to get his arms up to hold himself up as came, his entire body shuddered against the woman.

“Fuuuuck…” he groaned as his climax finally subsided.

The woman laughed in short gasping breaths, and pulled him close, “I haven’t came like that in ages!” she cheered into his shoulder.

The two remained intertwined for some time, simply enjoying the rise and fall of the others chest. Slowly Grimmjow withdrew himself from her warm embrace, a small rush of his cream slipping out as he did so. He fell into the small bed next to the woman, who rolled over so that they could remain together.

“So how was that for a birthday?” he asked with a thin smirk.

“Perfect…” she let out with a light satisfied sigh.

Grimmjow chuckled and swept a strand of sweat soaked hair from her face and pulled her closer so that she was tightly pressed against him. He let his hands come to rest on her hips, an extremely comfortable position if he had ever been in one.

“So…should you be running before someone comes to see what all the screams were about?” he grinned playfully.

“Well…” she started as she playfully ran a finger up his chest in light circles, “If it had been last night I probably would have been thrown in a cell right alongside you…” she looked up and gave him a warm comforting smile, “But seeing as today is your last day in here…I doubt they would go through the paperwork.”

Grimmjows eyes widened, and for the first time in his life he found himself speechless. Sure he had never kept track of his time in there, but it sure as hell hadn’t felt like ten years.

“La…last day?” he asked skeptically.

“Yea dummy, wait…no one told you?” she replied her eyes turning slightly sad. “Those idiots, still refuse to accept you for anything but what you were…”

Grimmjow laughed suddenly, the woman actually jumped at the sudden outburst, “I guess they won’t have a choice come tomorrow eh?!”

Matsumoto couldn’t help but smile at the man, for all his apparent flaws he had grown on her. Besides, it was hard to argue that he wasn’t fun to be around when given the chance.

“I suppose they won’t will they?” A light smirk snuck its way between her lips, “And to think, along with the idea that you had your way with me who knows how many more Shinigami you are going to piss off…”

“Aren’t we full of ourselves?” he replied, a devious smirk matching his bed mates.

“Bastard…” she shot back with a swift but playful jab to his chest, “It was you I was full of dummy…” the remark made her blush whether she meant to or not.

“I plan on making it routine…” for the first time the man found himself blushing in return to one of the many women he had bed, though only for a moment.

Matsumoto only let out a soft mew and snuggled up closer to him, resting her head against his chest.

“I guess you will be crowding my cot up tonight?”

Grimmjow let out a painful groan as the girls nails roughly pinched his cheek, “I’ll take sat as a yesh…” he forced out through the pain.

“Now be quiet…I need my beauty sleep.” She commanded sternly.

Grimmjow didn’t reply, he didn’t need to…after all, it wasn’t often a woman just wanted to sleep after something like that.