Title: A Pleasurable Interlude.

Author: codegal

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.

Author's Notes: Just a little concept that Eloni and I have come up with. A smut drabble collection for our Bleach OTP couple GrimmNel that should get updated every Fridays. XD Check out Eloni's collection as well. *cookie*

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Her slap rang out in the silence of the night.

Grimmjow encircled his hand around her wrist, looking down into her flushed face as she panted, her full breasts heaving up and down in indignation, her eyes narrowed in anger. Fuck, but she was a damn sight to behold. "I missed you, too, Nel," he murmured, bringing her hand up to his mouth and kissing the sensitive skin of her wrist.

She struggled within his grasp, trying to yank her hand away, but his iron grip made it impossible to pull free. "Let me go, you beast," Nel snarled, opting to lash out with the only weapon left to her, her tongue.

He pulled her close, leaning back against the desk and entrapping her legs in-between his, effectively putting a close to her struggles. "Settle down. You're going to end up hurting yourself."

"Me hurt myself? That's rich coming from you, Grimmjow!"

He wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer still so that she was a mere breath away from him, and every heave of her breasts rubbed against his chest. She gasped at that and tried to calm her breathing, jerking her body away from that contact, but his tight grip on her wouldn't allow it, and her face burnt with shame as her body began to quicken with desire, despite being lividly angry with him.

"I'll make it up to you, later, Nel. Just enjoy this for now. It's too fucking pleasurable to fight."

"You think you can just waltz in after leaving me for three months, without a word from you about your well-being or where the hell you were? I'm so angry at you right now, I don't want you to touch me."

His hooded gaze swept down to take in her beaded nipples visible against the thin nightgown she had worn to bed. "Your body is telling me otherwise."

Nel looked down and saw her body's helpless reaction. Mortified, she hunched forward, trying not to have her breasts poke out so much. Grimmjow gave a low laugh, and his sure, hard fingers reached out to stroke her breasts, bringing them into full arousal before leaning down to suck on her nipples through the nightgown.

The feel of his tongue rubbing against her nipple behind the material of her nightgown sent a jolt of white-hot pleasure through her, and her lower body tightened and heated up. She wanted desperately to refuse, wanted to give him the cold shoulder after the hell she had been through, but she couldn't deny his touch, couldn't deny the claim he had on her body, couldn't deny her body of the pleasure of his touch after having missed him so terribly.

With a moan, she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head closer to her nipple, arching her back, thrusting her breasts higher. "I hate you for doing this to me," Nel muttered.

Not lifting his head, Grimmjow replied, "then hate me, but we're going to fucking enjoy this." And with that, Grimmjow ripped her nightgown, wrenching the fragile fabric aside, taking her breast into her mouth with firm pulls, rubbing the nipple against the roof of his mouth while his fingers stroked and played with her other breasts.

She leant up on her tip toes, crying out as Grimmjow's ferocious hunger washed over her, as his hot mouth sucked at her nipples hungrily, as his hard fingers stroked and rubbed her breasts, pushing her higher and higher, the heat inside her growing hotter and hotter until it was almost too much. She stuttered out a wordless cry before yanking desperately at Grimmjow's head. "Grimmjow, no! Wai—"

It was too late. Her muscles tightened and her lower body convulsed.

"Damn," Grimmjow smirked, watching her face as she panted. "All that just by sucking on your nipples? You must have missed me a lot."

"Don't be an idiot," Nel admonished, glaring up at him as her breasts heaved.

Grimmjow stared down at them and lost his smirk, his gaze narrowing as he took in the full sight of her breasts, her flushed face, her soft body. "No," he muttered, "not gonna be an idiot."

With that, he grasped her hips firmly and lifted her, turning around and depositing her on the desk he had been leaning against. He removed the remainders of the flimsy material from around her waist, lifting her legs and bending them at the knee so that she was beared wide to him. The scent of her was intoxicating, feeding Grimmjow's hunger for her. He leant down and touched his lips to the delicate folds, licking along them until he reached the apex and the bundle of nerves. She gave a keening sound, her hips thrusting up. "Quit playing around, Grimmjow!"

He grunted and pulled back, rearing upwards to free himself from his pants. His gaze glittered down at Nel, his look promising wicked delights.

He guided himself to her moist entry, rubbing the tip, lubricating himself with her wetness, and the feel of it brought a gasp from the both of them. Not wanting to wait any longer, he pushed through, slowly, surely, until he was in to the hilt. Nel cried out at the feel of his broad length filling her, and she lifted her legs higher, placing her ankles on his shoulders. Her actions tightened her muscles around his penis, and Grimmjow groaned, lifting her hips in his hands as he thrust wildly into her. Nel moaned with each thrust, helpless in Grimmjow's tight grasp, able only to receive his wild movements.

Feeling his orgasm close upon him, Grimmjow released one hand around Nel's hip, sliding it inward til it found her clitoris again, rubbing it, alternating between a soft and heavy touch. Nel screamed, her hips bucking as his touch sent her over the edge, her inner muscles shivering and clenching around his length, milking him for all her had. At the first tremor of release, Grimmjow let go, giving a few final thrusts before spilling his seed into her.

He collapsed weakly against Nel's spread legs, and she wrapped them around him to hold him tight. He groaned in the aftermath and stroked her body absently as he moved to withdraw from her body gently. She tightened her hold around him and leant up to wrap her arms around him. He chuckled softly, and moved to straighten from the desk, his hold firm around Nel.

He hoisted her higher, his mouth seeking hers, his tongue lazily playing with hers. Nel sighed in contentment, her tongue responding to his. "Welcome home, Grimmjow," she murmured.