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regasssaTitle: Too Many Surprises
Pairing: Grimmjow/Matsumoto
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winterfeelings
Prompt: http://winterfeelings.livejournal.com/13913.html?thread=29785#t29785
Rating: G (although it has a crack rating of OW, MY JAW)
It was supposed to be a surprise -- a surprise that, admittedly, himself and the large breasted Shinigami had dreamt up when they'd discovered Kurosaki Isshin's bottle of sake discreetly hidden in the same place that he kept his pornography and mementos of his late wife. It was, after all, the day that Kurosaki Ichigo became a real man -- his father and sisters were out of town for the weekend, leaving the house empty, and Rukia has planned this birthday celebration -- apparently, birthdays were still a big thing for a boy who was just turning 18.
So he and the Shinigami had decided to bake him a cake, since that was what you were supposed to make kids on their birthday, and the real surprise turned out to be just how hard cooking was. It wasn't his fault! After all, until he'd been dragged back here from Hueco Mundo, he'd only eaten Hollows for...well, for as long as he could remember. You didn't cook Hollows. They didn't go stodgy, and they certainly didn't burn on the bottom when you put them in the oven. Hmm, maybe it might have been worth trying with Wonderweiss...
The worst problem with the cooking wasn't the cake itself, although admittedly when he and Rangiku had tried the monstrosity that had finally emerged from the oven they'd discovered it to be less than edible; it was the mess that they and the kitchen both inevitably got into in the meantime.
And Grimmjow really didn't take kindly to being yelled at by insolent, little, silver haired Aizen-wannabees, either.
Splash.
He was drenched from head to toe, and the rolling bucket tripped him over as he threw himself at the Shinigami, reaching for her throat. That was it, she had earned whatever was coming to her with that stunt.
"Well you shouldn't take about Hitsugaya-taichou that way!" she squealed, smacking him in the face with a wet sponge.
With a hiss, Grimmjow flinched away from the sponge, slipped in the soapy, slightly floury water on the floor and crashed onto his back with Matsumoto on top of him.
"Get off, woman!"
"Woman?!" Sharp steelyness slashed across the back of Matsumoto's eyes, and she closed both of Grimmjow's hands in one of her own. Not for the first time did Grimmjow feel a bubble of disgust climb up his throat at the weakness of the gigai that Urahara had forced him into. Matsumoto's long eyelashes were half concealing her hungry predator gaze now, and the sopping wet sponge was running down the center of his chest, soaking the pathetic white shirt that Ichigo had leant him and turning it translucent. His nipples, invisible before, now stood to attention through the wet fabric, and the Shinigami's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she noticed.
"I didn't realise you were so fond of me, kitty."
"Kitty?" Grimmjow growled. "I'm no..."
"Ssh, kitty." Rangiku squeezed the sponge, and trickles of water ran their ticklish paths along the furrows of his ribs as gravity compelled them. It was a horrible sensation. And just a little arousing. "I've been wondering," she purred, when he'd grimaced and flinched away from her, protestations dying, "about the texture of your tongue..."
She was leaning down, plump lips closing on his own with frightening inevitability, when Captain Shorty finally decided to reappear, and yell, in a voice much too loud for someone his age "MATSUMOTO!" In all honesty, he could probably have kissed him right then and there, for his perfect timing, but, as he slipped back to his feet he realised that he had more important things to do right now -- like licking off all this goddamned soapy water, for one thing.
Pairing: Grimmjow/Matsumoto
Requestee:
winterfeelings Prompt: http://winterfeelings.livejournal.com/13913.html?thread=29785#t29785
Rating: G (although it has a crack rating of OW, MY JAW)
It was supposed to be a surprise -- a surprise that, admittedly, himself and the large breasted Shinigami had dreamt up when they'd discovered Kurosaki Isshin's bottle of sake discreetly hidden in the same place that he kept his pornography and mementos of his late wife. It was, after all, the day that Kurosaki Ichigo became a real man -- his father and sisters were out of town for the weekend, leaving the house empty, and Rukia has planned this birthday celebration -- apparently, birthdays were still a big thing for a boy who was just turning 18.
So he and the Shinigami had decided to bake him a cake, since that was what you were supposed to make kids on their birthday, and the real surprise turned out to be just how hard cooking was. It wasn't his fault! After all, until he'd been dragged back here from Hueco Mundo, he'd only eaten Hollows for...well, for as long as he could remember. You didn't cook Hollows. They didn't go stodgy, and they certainly didn't burn on the bottom when you put them in the oven. Hmm, maybe it might have been worth trying with Wonderweiss...
The worst problem with the cooking wasn't the cake itself, although admittedly when he and Rangiku had tried the monstrosity that had finally emerged from the oven they'd discovered it to be less than edible; it was the mess that they and the kitchen both inevitably got into in the meantime.
And Grimmjow really didn't take kindly to being yelled at by insolent, little, silver haired Aizen-wannabees, either.
Splash.
He was drenched from head to toe, and the rolling bucket tripped him over as he threw himself at the Shinigami, reaching for her throat. That was it, she had earned whatever was coming to her with that stunt.
"Well you shouldn't take about Hitsugaya-taichou that way!" she squealed, smacking him in the face with a wet sponge.
With a hiss, Grimmjow flinched away from the sponge, slipped in the soapy, slightly floury water on the floor and crashed onto his back with Matsumoto on top of him.
"Get off, woman!"
"Woman?!" Sharp steelyness slashed across the back of Matsumoto's eyes, and she closed both of Grimmjow's hands in one of her own. Not for the first time did Grimmjow feel a bubble of disgust climb up his throat at the weakness of the gigai that Urahara had forced him into. Matsumoto's long eyelashes were half concealing her hungry predator gaze now, and the sopping wet sponge was running down the center of his chest, soaking the pathetic white shirt that Ichigo had leant him and turning it translucent. His nipples, invisible before, now stood to attention through the wet fabric, and the Shinigami's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she noticed.
"I didn't realise you were so fond of me, kitty."
"Kitty?" Grimmjow growled. "I'm no..."
"Ssh, kitty." Rangiku squeezed the sponge, and trickles of water ran their ticklish paths along the furrows of his ribs as gravity compelled them. It was a horrible sensation. And just a little arousing. "I've been wondering," she purred, when he'd grimaced and flinched away from her, protestations dying, "about the texture of your tongue..."
She was leaning down, plump lips closing on his own with frightening inevitability, when Captain Shorty finally decided to reappear, and yell, in a voice much too loud for someone his age "MATSUMOTO!" In all honesty, he could probably have kissed him right then and there, for his perfect timing, but, as he slipped back to his feet he realised that he had more important things to do right now -- like licking off all this goddamned soapy water, for one thing.
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Date: 2009-04-26 03:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-26 03:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-26 03:21 am (UTC)for once)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-04-26 03:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-26 04:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-26 02:42 pm (UTC)and why do you attract needy self-insert teenaged girls?Hitsu has potential for awesome, I just wish he'd act like it sometimes T_T
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Date: 2009-04-26 08:09 am (UTC)Two kitties on the floor ^_^
There was a drawing of this two days ago?
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Date: 2009-04-26 02:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-26 09:51 am (UTC)Now i want to know too D:
The last line is pure win :D You'll make yourself sick Grimm if you lick off all that soapy water!
Don't worry I'll nurse you back to health >D(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-26 02:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-04-26 02:32 pm (UTC)