SUN BREATH.

That's how Ichigo had seemed to play it. So he never brought it up. He'd also never told Ichigo that he was still the last person he kissed.

The food was made with Ichigo's help, everything looked great as he set it on the table. The air fryer would ding right after he set the lasagna down, and he'd reveal mozzarella stuffed garlic breadsticks. "I thought these would go well with the lasagna." He'd prepped them before Ichigo started helping him. They'd been under a cheese cloth to puff up before he popped them into the little air fryer-oven thing he'd bought for the dorm. The wine would also go really well with the food. "If I can, I'll take some wine. Thank ya." He'd flash a grin before letting out a hum. "We gonna want some freshly shredded parmesan on the lasagna?"

He'd always loved his oma's lasagna, it tasted so good, even when he was a kid. He'd been somewhat picky back then but would eat pretty much anything his grandma made for him. His grandpa made some pretty good food too, but he had nothing on his grandma. "It'll taste even better than it smells, trust me on that, Ichigo." At least he'd not slipped and said Ichi, a small little nickname for Ichigo he'd come up with when they were younger.

If there was one thing he could give Grimmjow it really was that he was one hell of a cook. Breakfasts, lunches, dinners whatever. He really did keep him full and energized throughout a day of studying or just hanging around their shared dorm room. He would gladly dig in with a cut of his lasagna with his fork and knife respectively before tasting it. The sauce and cheese melted into his mouth, complimenting the taste of the meat perfectly and tender noodles. "God, this taste so good." He would groan. "You really outta stop spoiling me like this. It might even give Karin and Yuzu a run for their money you know."

"Whatever it is, s'real nice. I like how comfortable and big the seats are." Some of them looked more like beds, actually. It was a private jet so there were many things that weren't on normal planes aboard. Byakuya really seemed to pull out all the stops. First getting Ichigo a month break from anything Soul Society related, then this jet? "I'm already enjoyin' married life and we ain't even gotten to our honeymoon place yet." The hotel was a nice one, had a massive pool, and other things for them to enjoy. Plus there was the beach nearby. They could enjoy that too.

Something told him Byakuya wasn't going to take any money from Ichigo. "I dunno about ya bein' indebted to him. Somethin' tells me he did this because he wanted to. Not because he wanted you to owe him." He simply wanted Ichigo to be happy, and he was happy with his Arrancar, odd as their relationship might have been to others. Especially since they still sparred a few times a month. To stay sharp, of course. They never went all out unless they wanted to work of tension or stress. "Don't think about all of that now, Ichi. Let's just enjoy the ride." He wasn't fond of the human cars or buses. He liked boats. He wasn't sure how he felt about planes but this was a really comfortable one.

"To us, forever and always." As their glasses clinked together, he'd offer a smile to his mate, before bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip. He'd never tried champagne, it was bubbly and tasted lightly sweet. "Yer old man is always pretty dramatic, I'm surprised he wasn't cryin' the whole ceremony." He wouldn't put it past Isshin to try something at their place if he finds out Yuzu has a key. Luckily, he knew she could handle their father without issue and wouldn't let him do anything.

Ichigo grinned at his words. "Honestly I always pictured him more like that--when it was time to give my sisters their own weddings. I can't promise I won't be any different when they get married to be honest." They were his best support system. Feeding and caring him just like their mother had. In a moment he almost thought of Misaki. The mother he lost, the mother he wished was here to see him married. Maybe even calming down his dad or maybe just crying alongside him. He hoped she was happy. Seeing him get married.

"You're it for me too. I didn't think I'd ever even find a person--who would be that or me. But I'm really glad it is you." He'd return that kiss, knowing it was the first of many of course. Their honey moon would be one where they could truly explore their new found marriage dynamic. Though he doubted it would be any different from their regular relationship. He'd briefly look out the window watching the city down below. "We're so high up huh? Everything down below looks like ants doesn't it? I can't wait for us to get to our resort. The brochures you were showing me looked so beautiful. The beach, the private pools, and the hotel room. I wonder if their bathtub really is that big."

He'd been told he had a 'snatched' waist but he'd never bothered to look up what that meant. He had no reason to. Being fairly tall, he was muscular but not bulging, and his waist was small, it looked larger on stage due to his clothing choices, but at home he tended to walk about shirtless. Sometimes it was just in his boxers. "What would ya like to drink? Like I said, I've got a fully stocked bar, and plenty of other things if yer not wantin' alcohol." Either way he didn't mind that much. He wanted to brainstorm with them, and enjoy the burger they'd brought for him.

He knew how to mix drinks, so if they wanted something mixed, he could make it. Blended drinks too. If they wanted water, pop, juice, or whatever he had that too. Even an array of teas. "Hey now, what ya doin' hidin' that body of yers?" Blue eyes would intentionally rake over Ichigo before also raking over Shiro. Both of them were really hot. He knew he couldn't make a move though. That would likely be viewed as unprofessional.

Not that he really cared about that.

"I'd be just fine with a whisky if ya had it, and m' king usually likes fruity stuff. Strawberry flavored stuff if ya can believe it." He would tease him considering what else his name could also mean. Ichigo hated that he got called variations of that over the years. One of the few reasons he acted out as a kid, other than just the fact most judged him before they really knew him. Angry resting face and all that. Shiro would lead the way towards the table and help to get their food set up with Ichigo's help. The smell of hot large fries and burgers filled the air, making his stomach growl.

"And I've always told my band mate here, that I am not gonna perform shirtless. They have him to look at after all." He would sigh, as he accepted his shirtless fate. Especially if it mean that Grimmjow continued to look at him like that. Sending a brief soft flush of pink over his features. "Ah dessert though? I mean I'm usually a sucker for something with chocolate. It's uh, always been a bad habit of mine I guess. I've had a choclate specific sweet tooth for years." It was something he often got asked about in interviews as the pair got more known. Fans would even try and gift him home made chocolates sometimes.

Being called out on his small lie made his cheeks grow darker for a few moments. Grimmjow really did know how to push his buttons and get him to react. Maybe one day he'd be immune to his charms but he didn't really want that to happen. Not even a little bit. He liked the affection, the touching, and... the sex. Not that he'd ever admit to that out loud. It wasn't like they were dating. Grimmjow was a host and they had private rooms for them to have fun in private with a guest. "I want to be bad for you." He wanted to be punished. He wanted Grimmjow to do something to make him unable to talk or maybe even move for a while. He did need to finish his book, but being with Grimmjow helped him get some muse.

He squeaked at the touch to his thigh but his face didn't bloom any redder. It remained a fairly light pink as he was finally coming down from the earlier teasing. Once Grimmjow backed off just a little bit he'd eat more of the sushi. "This is really good." His words were quiet but he was genuinely enjoying the food. He shivered and let out a quiet moan as his ear was licked. Grimmjow was the bad boy trope for the host club and he was damn good at it. "..Tease." After speaking he resumed eating, and also drinking the water that was left for him, or the tea. Whichever was there. Maybe both.

"Course the food is good Angel baby. Ya know our staff ain't sparin' any expense baby." He would tease him. Of course he also sometimes had them prepare him a lunch or two himself. They were always complimentary anyway and he figured it was better than spending money eating out. Plus they always made him whatever he requested most days. But those thoughts were briefly silenced by how his favorite little author was enjoying that sushi. He watched out of the corner of his eye, as he had taken a sip of his own water glass--to see his tongue tracing around those chopsticks. Oh he was playing at that game was he?

So she was a caretaker personality. It made sense to him. She did seem the type. "Three girls, huh? I ain't got any kids myself adopted, or otherwise." He was always careful with his conquests. Lately he'd not had any, the people were too shallow. Either after him for his looks or his money. Not someone he'd want to stay with. Even if he wanted to settle. He'd never really understood the appeal of a host club. Mostly because they were all different. Had different rules and different sorts of people in them from what he'd gathered. This one, it was nice, really nice and he wanted to visit again.

"Oh ya can, can ya?" He grinned wide, pearly whites on full display as he did so. Her words almost seemed like a challenge to him. Is that what she was after? Someone to challenge her? "See, I ain't sure ya could ride my ride, if ya catch my drift." He wasn't like anyone else. He was wild and almost feral depending on what his partner asked of him. He liked leaving marks and making them ache oh so good. He always rose to challenges without issue. Of course, there was no way he was going to have sex with her the day they met. Maybe sometime down the line.

"I'm a businessman. I own a few nightclubs in the city, high end ones, nothin' cheap about the booze. Affordable prices though. I'd rather not scalp my patrons. I also own a larger business." He wasn't going to say the names of the clubs unless she asked, but he didn't think she'd pry quite so much so soon. Of course, he could be wrong. She was interesting and gorgeous. Tall with curves in just the right places and all that. Her bronze skin and blonde hair, then those bright green eyes, she was unlike anyone he'd ever met before. As she gave him permission to feed her, he'd lift a slice of the steak toward her. "I want ya to try this. S'real good. I like it a lot." It was cooked to absolute perfection and seasoned just right as well.

Halibel would chuckle. "Well I can tell you that children are quite the challenge sometimes. Even if I did not birth them, they certainly gave me a headache." But she did have help, close friends that would help her to manage her girls. Even while she worked different jobs or had busy schedules. Girls that she helped take off the streets and into her home, becoming very special parts of her. At his words though, Halibel briefly arches a brow. She couldn't ride his ride could she? He had no idea what she was yet capable of. Maybe one day she would surely show him. "I am no ordinary woman, Grimmjow. Despite my line of work I have--a particular appetite. Perhaps you should be wondering about me wearing that ride out. Making it impossible for others to take part hmm?" She had been told once or twice that no one could ever compare to her. She was very precise and did not waste time taking whatever she wanted.

"Oh truly? That is quite impressive there, my dear. I spend much of time here working that I hardly go out myself. I suppose I am quite boring that I enjoy my nights at home--reading my books." She really did suit her role sometimes. The intellectual who enjoyed her nose buried into the books she read. Though none of them were all high literature. Some of them were downright trashy romance novels that would make even this man blush. She would gladly part her lips however, leaning forward to take the bite he offered to her. She would chew delicately, an intrigued hum echoing from the depths of her throat. Their chefs were truly top notch. Their owner, always spared no expense when it came to creating a first class experience.

Kikyo rose the instant the scream split the quiet of the carriage, though there was none of the haste that often accompanied panic. Her movements remained measured, almost serene, as though she had long ago accepted that terror arrived without warning and served little purpose if allowed to command the heart. The frightened cries of the passengers swelled around her, mothers clutching their children while others shrank into their seats, uncertain where safety could be found. Her gaze followed Rengoku as he surged forward with unwavering resolve, his voice cutting cleanly through the confusion like the ringing of a temple bell. For only a fleeting moment, she watched the certainty with which he stepped toward danger, and an old familiarity settled quietly within her chest. Then, without another word, the priestess moved after him, her white sleeves whispering softly against the wooden floor of the carriage. "Let me help where I can."

She reached the trembling passengers before the source of the disturbance came fully into view, kneeling beside an elderly woman who had nearly collapsed from fright. A gentle hand steadied the woman's shoulder while Kikyo's calm voice spread through the carriage with quiet authority, encouraging those nearest to remain seated and move away from the aisle without pushing one another. Fear traveled swiftly through crowds, she knew, often leaving more wounds than the danger itself. Her composed presence slowed the mounting panic as several passengers obeyed almost instinctively, finding reassurance not in loud commands but in quiet certainty. The children ceased their crying one by one as their parents gathered them close beneath her guidance. Only once the immediate chaos had eased did Kikyo lift her eyes toward the far end of the carriage where Rengoku had disappeared.

That ripple she had sensed upon the station platform returned with unmistakable clarity, no longer faint enough to dismiss as imagination. It coiled through the air like an invisible stain, cold and unnatural against the warmth of living souls packed tightly within the train. Although she had encountered countless restless spirits throughout her life, this presence carried a hunger unlike that of ordinary ghosts, something darker that seemed to breathe beneath the rhythmic clatter of the wheels. Her fingers brushed lightly against the sacred bow slung across her back, more from instinct than conscious intent. She could not yet see what Rengoku faced beyond the adjoining carriage, but the unease settling over the train confirmed that the night's trial had only begun. With steady resolve, Kikyo rose to her feet and followed toward the growing darkness, prepared to lend her strength wherever it would preserve the lives entrusted to their care.

"Show yourself fiend! Hiding yourself amongst the passengers is but a weak ploy!" He would look around, eyes flashing from end of the cabin to the other. Then he would catch his enemy in the momentary flesh, sliding down between the aisles and plush seats. A figure like a shadowy snake just waiting to strike. Oh but Kyojuro Rengoku was that much stronger. As soon as he smelled such an enemy behind him, he would turn---swift and quick, with a slice of his blade, earning a howl of pain from his enemy. Ah yes, there went that warm feeling. The feeling of setting a heart ablaze, his own in this moment. To fight, To protect those that needed him.

of course she has to be a little cheeky. teasing even. anything to distract her from the way her heart is slamming against her chest currently. "not much of a prisoner if i want to be here."

At her next words, Gintoki could feel his heart briefly pick up in pace in return. Sure he figured--she wanted to be there--she had cuddled up close to him in the first place. But that confirmation? It just made the moment feel that much more intimate in some way.

then nezuko spoke, something that made his heart flutter in his chest as he was more than happy to know that even if he didn't find them, she would have found him and brought him over. he offered her a smile, but before he could show his gratitude, the band started up.

"Waah, that was so loud." Nezuko would say as the crowds in the bleachers settled to listen to the football's team speech about their varsity trip win. "I hope your okay. You can always give my hand a squeeze if you need." She didn't want her friend to feel like he couldn't relay on her at all.

being told that he was going to be his support was something that irked the young man. he could fight, he was getting better at it bit by bit, but this was also a hashira, he should be glad that tengen even wanted him to fight by his side.

the demon's attack whizzed past zenitsu's head thanks to tengens quick thinking. the instant surge of panic by the sudden missiles did cause zenitsu's heart to beat faster in his chest. another few centimeters and he would have been lost to the world. but he would take a breath, try to calm himself down.

he had a job here, he had to show that he could still fight without having to go into that comatose state that he always had been known for.

so, with a nod of his head, he held onto his sword, getting into that stance that people have seen countless times, and waited on the signal to jump into the fray.

Tengen would clash with their demonic counterpart. Hearing snarls and nasty growls, fangs bared from a nasty looking mouth. No thank you he thought, he wasn't gonna succumb to this weakling or any other. He would swing his blades expertly, one clash after the other. Landing a few blows, as he briefly danced with their foe in the clash dance.

He then would look back to Zenitsu, a grin wide on his handsome features.

subtle smut sentence starters // accepting !

"are you cold?"

it's the first thing that crosses her mind. spoken softly as she glances up from her manga. looks over at gintoki who is sitting next to her on one of his couches. but there's a more softer look in his eyes. maybe she's just imagining it, but something else clicks in her brain at that moment. like the pieces of a puzzle are slowly being put together.

and rei scoots over closer to his side. leans against him casually as if she's done it a thousand times already. the side of her head rests against his shoulder as she goes back to reading. well, more like she tires to go back to reading. his close proximity is a little distracting.

The way she scoots closer to him. Her scent, her softness. It wasn't like anything he'd experienced before. Most girls dismissed him because they thought he was useless or just an overgrown kid. Rei didn't seem to think that. He would gently wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her securely to him as his cheek rested atop her head.

it was inevitable that they would run into a demon while being here, it was the entire reason that they came out here in the first place after all, but it was only rumors that there was a demon, so of course zenitsu would be hoping that that's all it was.

but hearing the way that the sounds of the night turned on a dime the moment that a demon came along, zenitsu knew that they would have to fight. hand gripped upon his sword when he told the sound hashira that he believed that they were being watched, he rose to his feet when the man told him to follow along after him.

he gave a nod of his head, his heart pounding in his chest as he would stay behind tengen for now.

Tengen is careful as he steps down the front steps they had been sitting on. His blades are carefully drawn from his back. Oh he could see their on-looker alright. In the bordering forest he could see the brief reflection of their eyes in the moonlight. Sneaky bastard. Thinking they could get the pass on them. Nice try. He would look back to Zenitsu for a moment, before looking forward again.

His steps were careful. Calculated. One could not underestimate their enemy no matter what. Tengen also wanted to make the first move with the utmost flash of course. That was simply who he was.

the place was packed with students, zenitsu would be having trouble just finding somewhere to sit, the loud screams and laughter from the kids around him wasn't helping with his sensitivity towards sounds either, but when he heard someone call out to him from the crowd, his head whipped around to see that it was nezuko herself!

he had a bright smile on his face as he waved to her, rushing over to see both tanjiro and inosuke as well, good, at least he wouldn't be sitting by himself during this assembly.

The high school bleachers could easily become crowded. She understood that much. Even as teachers tried to police who sat where and when. It was a lot of noise too as the cheer leaders and others got the crowds hype for the rally. Still she wouldn't have allowed Zenitsu to have been by himself at all! She wanted them to all sit together.

"Nonsense. I would've gone out of my way to try and find you." Nezuko offered him a gentle giggle. "You're apart of our group after all. We wouldn't be complete without you."

Maybe he could find a date? No, he doubted that. No one he'd tried dating the past few months had worked out. Most of them ended after the second or third date, and some of them didn't even make it through the first because they were so shallow. "I don't think that she'll listen to me but I can try talkin' to her next time we visit." He liked going with Ichigo to visit. That was another thing that ended his relationships. They were jealous of Ichigo for some reason. Thought he'd cheat on them or something with his friend, who had his own relationship, and he'd never do that anyway.

"I'm gettin' the sauce started here in the pan with the meat, but for now, can ya add the dry noodles to the pot once it's boilin'? They gotta be boiled for eight minutes." Once they were done boiling, he'd let Ichigo know to toss them into the bowl of cold water nearby to stop them from continuing to cook. Then, as everything was ready, he'd layer the pan with the sauce and meat, other sauce, cheese, noodles, and repeat until they were topping it with more cheese and sticking it into the oven.

He would chuckle gently at his comment about his mom. What those two had was for sure something else. But he did enjoy bringing Grimmjow back to his family for sure. They always loved visiting with him and catching up. He would listen to his instruction and do as he was told quite happily. He liked cooking with him and honestly it helped to improve his own skills with how limited they were. Once everything was assembled and in the oven, Ichigo would help to set up the table so that they could eat once it was done. Picking out a couple of plates, and some silverware as well. Even grabbing some glasses for them as well depending on what they both wanted to drink.

A thank you fruit basket? Well, he didn't know what that meant, but something told him his younger sister was going to do something nice for them before they returned and she gave him his key back. He trusted Yuzu, he knew she wouldn't do anything to their home. "If ya don't got everythin' or we need somethin' while we're on our honeymoon we can buy it." He was looking forward to having Ichigo all to himself for a full month.

Sure, they might make a few friends or something, if they decide to chat with people, but something told him they'd be spending a lot of their honeymoon tangled up with one another in their hotel bed. Not anything he'd ever complain about. Not when they were both so addicted to one another it wasn't even funny. "Somethin' special for the honeymoon huh? Lookin' forward to it, Ichi." The whole go big or go home thing he understood and it made him rather curious about his husband's very special something he packed for their honeymoon.

Getting to the airport wasn't difficult nor was the short drive to where the personal jet was waiting for them. There were no lines to go through, no bag check, so they didn't need to worry about baggage claims or anything of the sort. He let out a whistle. "Damn that's a good lookin' plane. They all look like that?" More than likely not, he supposed, since it was one of Byakuya's private jets he had in the living world.

"I mean, most airplanes are packed to the brim with people and very little room to sit. This is just Byakuya Kuchiki at work I think." Ichigo would admit with a small chuckle. Of course he'd have something lavish like this. He had plenty of money being a Kuchiki after all. He again would have to thank him tremendously after their return from their honey moon for certain. The inside looked pristine and well-kept with soft comfortable seating and even the sight of a mini-fridge stocked with fresh drinks and refreshments for the ride.

Once he got settled with Grimmjow he would sigh with a relaxed expression on his face. "Honestly, I think I might be forever indebted to Byakuya after all of this." He would admit as he heard the pilot announce they were ready for take-off. He would buckle in and straighten up slightly as he heard the airplane began the motions of take-off. "I think this is going to be a really perfect start to our marriage I think." And soon the jet would be in the air with a smooth transition into the air space. Once the pilot announced they would be free to explore the cabin, Ichigo would unbuckle himself and grab the freshly stocked champagne bottle he saw in the fridge. Pouring some into the tall glasses for himself and his newly married husband.

He wouldn't mind helping them upkeep their energy. "Well, swimmin' helps, plus ya can relax in the water if ya do get tired. Cardio also helps. I can show ya both some of my trainin'." If not for becoming a rock star he'd likely have become a personal trainer or something like that. He was very active and he liked staying active. "I won't push ya or nothin' like that. I can see what yer capable of before helpin' come up with somethin' to help ya work on yer stamina." Pushing them would be detrimental not helpful he knew that much without even having to read about it. He mostly knew because he'd tried pushing himself in the past when he was building up his own stamina.

"Tattoos can be expensive, but I've got a friend who does them, maybe I could get ya hooked up with him at some point. If ya really wanna get some quality ink." He had a number of friends, all from high school and before, he kept in touch with them. He never lost his roots. He cared about his friends and not all of them were assholes, just some of them. The ink he had on his skin was all done by his friend. So if they asked about his he'd let them know that. "We're always gonna be our own worst critics until the time comes where we know we're better than that. I'm sure he's just got a bit of time to work on that is all."

Maybe working with him would show Ichigo that his lyrics weren't shit. Would he trust the rock star's opinion or think he was lying to some extent? He knew that some people really believed that they weren't good enough, or what they created wasn't good enough. "We could both toss some chords in if ya think about it. I got my guitar right here. I don't really trust anyone with it." Not due to how expensive it was but because of how they looked at it. Like they wanted it for themselves. Or that they'd likely steal it or something.

"I think us workin' together would be great, honestly. Yer sound and mine work really well together already, just imagine the music we'll create." Grimmjow grinned as he spoke, showing that he was genuinely excited that they agreed to work with him. He'd pull a piece of paper out and write his address down for them. "Here, gate code is the number at the bottom. Just in case yer driver gets held back or the food takes longer to pick up." Once he knew what was available he'd have them pick up his meal too, rather than having to make two stops. He also gave them far too much money to pay for the meals and simply said to do with it what they wished. So if they wanted to give it to the family to help start fixing up the diner they could.

"That'd be super nice of you yeah. Um, we were thinking from a track from your debut album. I think track number 2's chorus." He would remember briefly as Shiro simply snickered beside him. Obviously entertained by this chain of events. Who would've thought they were honestly being entertained by their inspiration. "R--Right. I guess that's just something I have to work through I suppose. I think my lyric work is alright but I guess after having you listen---maybe you can help me polish it up." Ichigo admitted his rhyming scheme and lyrical structure could use a little bit of work here and there. Usually Shiro offered his input and knowledge where he could.

Shiro would grin as they were given the address and gate code. Oh yeah this would be super fun alright. "Sounds like a super fun time for Ichigo and I then. We'll be there alright." He would stand up with a careful stretch and then nod for Ichigo to stand up beside him. The pair would bow respectfully to him and part ways, before heading out to their driver outside. They would pick up the food on their way with that overly amount of money and give the rest as tip money. As they had pulled up to his manor, Shiro would let out an impressed whistle. Once they were inside, Shiro would raise a brow at the shirtless sight of the rockstar. "Well king, ya the only one out of dress code now ya know." He'd tell him as he gently kicked off the combat boots he had been wearing. "Ya outta shed that lame tank top. It hides the real beauty beneath." He would tease him, reaching to pinch his cheek as his bandmate attempted to not ( and failed to ) oogle at the rock star's physique.

"Y-yeah, a signing. F-for the new novel." The way he squeaked part of his words out would likely amuse Grimmjow and that was fine. The other man knew how to pull various reactions out of him it was almost absurd. People could bring in the previous novels and he'd sign them too. He had no issues with that at all. He liked doing signings but he rarely did them. "I-I'm not- not cute, you know that. I'm jus-just me." He saw nothing remarkable about himself and he found himself plain not attractive. So he didn't think of himself as cute.

"N-nothing! Nothing at all." A lie but Grimmjow had heard him, otherwise he wouldn't have asked him to repeat himself. He wasn't going to. He did like the idea of a punishment coming from Grimmjow. Maybe he was a bit of a masochist, or more than a bit, depending. Either way, he was enjoying their banter, despite how red his face and ears were already. "I'll... be real bad for you when I-I want to be. You, you know? Just really, really bad." As bad as he could be, maybe. Until he got more confidence, then he'd be even naughtier. Just wanting all of Grimmjow's attention for himself made him a bad boy.

"Ah, Ah. Ya can't lie to me Angel baby. Not in here. Or I'll have to stop bein' real sweet to ya." And of course he knew his angel baby liked having him real close---probably a touch closer than the club allowed, but Grimmjow got away with it. Because he was himself and one of the top earners at the club. Plus anything beyond this he took into the private rooms. "You think ya can be bad f' me? Oh, Angel baby. I'm real good at punishin' someone whose been bad. I got a real knack for makin' sure they can't walk or talk the next day." He would wink a sapphire hue at him, a hand gently moving to caress up and down the writer's thigh.