The espada’s eyes widened slightly as he felt the small teeth nip down at his lip. His eyes settled back down after the small ordeal. He looked back at the red’s smiling face for a moment before speaking. “…And what was that?”
"Tha’ was me playin’" she responded with a little pout. Of course the nip wouldn’t have any effect on him… Damn hierro…
A bit on the cruel side, Ulquiorra was holding himself back, wanting to make sure she would come after him. But not like some desperate lover that needed some interaction, but more like a lover that had been gone for so long. He wanted see her movements, slow and subtle.
He felt a small shiver flow up his spine as her soft lips pressed into his palm. It was warm and soft and a bit moist. “Of course not…” he whispered. “I wanted your body to remember my touch. To remember me.”
Ulquiorra watched as she inched closer to him and slowly slipping into his lap. He sat back against the bed’s headboard, his arms already around her waist as she settled down in him. He shut his eyes for a moment when Kyumei leaned closer to him and kissed his bridge “…Not just there, onna,” he whispered softly, reached up to run his fingers through her hair. He craned his neck and softly pressed his lips to her.
"It’s impossible to forget, Ulqui~" She hummed his name— slow and sweet. Another light peck found its way to land on his nose before she was guided once more to the familiar sensation of his lips. There, she paused and giggled with a smile. "Hai, hai, I know~"
This time, she added her own little bout of cruelty and picked his bottom lip between her teeth before giving them a tiny nip.
It was the exact reaction he wanted from the little redhead. He wanted to see the different expressions she use to show only to him. He couldn’t keep just her smile to himself or her warmth, but at least this, he could savor and have them play out only for his eyes only.
Ulquiorra pulled back from her, slipping his hands out from her and sat back on the bed. “I am…because I’ve missed those expressions.” He reached over and gently stroked her cheek. “…am I not allowed to see if you still react to me?”
”Mmn...” Kyumei knew good and well that everything the ex-Cuarta did was direct and intentional… and she knew the reaction he expected from her when he decided to pull away.
Such a jerk playing a jerk’s game… But she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love it.
Kyumei’s breath hitched as he moved back, reclined on her bed with those damned placid eyes taunting her. It was a game. He was in the lead. And she was going to knowingly go right along with it.
Nodding twice, Kyumei pressed her lips into the palm of his hand, eyes closing for a few moments before opening to focus on him through the small slit her eyelids created. ”You doubt I’d react…?” Her voice was smooth— almost alluring… Reaching up, she took hold of his wrist and began to inch towards him until she sat in his lap, arms winding around his neck, and leaned in to kiss the bridge of his nose.
Ulquiorra glanced up at the red and slowly slipped his hand up her shirt from behind and slowly traced her spine upward. His finger tips lightly touched her skin. It was a type of punishment to send icy shivers up her spine and throughout her body.
"I may be implying such things…but I won’t lead on to those thoughts." he whispered against her skin and moved down to kiss her collar bone.
”You’re teasiiiinnng.” It was a whine, although a pleasant one (tired all the same). However, it was quickly cut off as Ulquiorra’s fingertips, which could have easily put ice cubes to shame in the still of the cold morning, made their way delicately up her spine. Kyumei wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to get out of her by doing that, but what he did earn for himself was a sharp arch that followed the path of his touch.
Her, now shivering, torso quickly left the mattress to press against his own midsection quickly followed by a strangled yelp that had the redhead’s eyes shooting open. She almost reprimanded him for his actions but was, once again, cut off when his lips found purchase on the tiny nub of her collar bone. Whatever words might have been trying to form on her lips dwindled away to water as they fell past her lips in another small whimper— a poor attempt for a moan.
”Yeah, but you sure are actin’ on ‘em,” she finally managed to breathe out.
An Unlikely Encounter (and an unimpressive starter title)
The day had been boring— though there was no surprise there. Grimmjow couldn’t remember when he’d last had an interesting day. If he had to guess, he’d say it was before he’d ended up lying in a pool of his own blood like some bitch barely scraping by. Out of all the fighting he’d done in his life, that had by far been one of the most thrilling. Even if that bastard Kurosaki had been too much of a pussy to finish what he’d started. Grimmjow hadn’t been finished… He hadn’t been.
Tch. No sense thinkin’ a’ that shit now.
As he lay on his back in the white sand of Hueco Mundo, fingers tilted the severed head of a much smaller Hollow within their grasp, turning it this way and that so he might inspect it in a different angle.
Damn thing barely put up a fight.
Idly, the Sexta tossed the skull into the air only for it to abide by gravity and land within his grasps moments later. He repeated the process, cerulean eyes following it as it somersaulted over and over with each lob. Needless to say, considering he was already covered in a decent amount of blood, Grimmjow didn’t mind the excess that splattered when it came into contact with his open palm.
His eyes narrowed as he sensed a reiatsu coming closer to him, a brow quirking upwards at the sight of a girl who was, for lack of a better term, frolicing, around like this was some happy go lucky fuck party.
Hn, it ain’t a Hollow… What a dumbshit.
He sat up as confusion rolled off of him in waves at the accompanying spiritual pressure that drenched the girl. Though as he looked around, its owner, the Cuarta was nowhere to be seen.
What. The. Fuck.
No way Ulquiorra shacked up with some human. No way, right?
Oh, this is gonna be way too fuckin’ good.
Dropping his toy beside him nonchalantly, Grimmjow stood, sinking his hands into his pockets before beginning to make his way towards the other.
“Oi, Onna. C’mere! I got somethin’ t’ ask ya.”
Peripherals caught sight of movement moments before whatever was there spoke. The gentle flow of her footsteps slowed and the green aura that wove in streams about her began to dissipate into the air as she granted the other her full attention. Again, she did not particularly seek pleasure in killing so, if a hollow was willing to at least strike up something of a conversation, she was willing to oblige until they changed their mind.
… However, now that her eyes were properly fixated on the male, Kyumei took immediate note to change her demeanor entirely… She was no fool wandering about in Hueco Mundo— and she knew the difference between ‘hollow’ and ‘Espada’. The white mask that bedecked the bluenette’s cheekbone and the heavy aura that resonated from his very being told her very clearly that he was the latter of the two.
Well, at this point it looked like she really had no other choice but to oblige to his command anyways…
”Hai,” she replied softly, lowering her arms before beginning her way towards him. ”I have an answer to your question then?” It was a polite inquiry as to what his intentions were— and her feet stopped as soon as it was uttered, allowing a respectable amount of space between them but one so closed enough to permit comfortable conversation… as comfortable as one could get right now that is.
"Then I won’t kiss your lips," he whispered and leaned down to bury his face into her neck and kissed it. "I’ll kiss other parts of you."
Her face suddenly flushed bright red at the heat his words carried through the cool morning air to her ears. ”Ah-ahh—” The surprised yelp drug out into more of a tiny moan as his cold lips pressed into the heat of her neck. She couldn’t help it… It was early and he’d taken her by surprise.
"Mmmh, you implyin’ anything by that?" she teased sleepily, albeit leaning into the kiss regardless of the surprise.
An Unlikely Encounter (and an unimpressive starter title) @ azur-panthere
Ribbons of faded green laced through the air - bright, lifelike rivers that stood out against the otherwise dead, monochromatic world - and at their center, dancing as fluently as the ribbons themselves, was the thin frame of a young female, the sheen of her red hair contradicting the world around her as strikingly as the green that surrounded it.
Life force… pure life energy of all things having lived and died since the dawn of time danced around her, following the steps of her feet and the rhythm of her body as though it was created for this very purpose. It was a beautiful, dangerous thing, and here she stood - danced - controlling it.
Kyumei knew the dangers of Hueco Mundo, but this place offered such serene solitude that it was difficult to turn down. It was the perfect place for such practices. Besides, she knew how to fight— so if any hollow decided to interrupt her dance she would gladly welcome them to become a part of it and her hair wouldn’t be the only thing that stood out bright red against the white sand beneath her feet.
Not that she enjoyed killing…
Despite the occasional interruption, however, the soft desert sands that shifted so smoothly beneath her feet and the cool, dark sky that offered a calming shade overhead made for the perfect place to hone in on her new-found ability…
Nappa & Vegeta
Yammy & Ulquiorra
Coincidence? I think not
"Good morning," he murmured. He lifted up off her a bit and watched her body stretch. His fingers inched a bit up her side after she finished. She was really here. It wasn’t an illusion. It was her. Kyumei…she was back by his side. He leaned in and kissed her lips gently, softly, like a feather brushing across her lips.
"Mmmm" she grumbled as he kissed her. The girl’s freckled nose wrinkled up and she held her breath. "M’got mornin’ breath, be careful," she teased at his early-morning kiss before slipping open a single eye to smirk up at him.