ELLO! This is a GrimmjowXRukia oneshot. Don't like it? Why are you here? Get out. Anyway, so, I've fallen in love with this couple. Yes, I know it will NEVER happen, but that does NOT mean I can't write a story about it! So enjoy!! And review? Thanks :)

Grimmjow's POV

Up and down. Into the air, then into her palm. Up and down.

My eyes followed the small object she carelessly threw around. As if it was nothing. She was standing in the bathroom doorway. She stood in only her nightgown. It was a plain white, see through, silk material.

She looked at me with her intense purple eyes, "What's wrong, Kitty?" She asked, the smile on her face sent shivers down my spine. I was only in a pair of black boxers.

"Nothing," I grumbled.

She tossed it up again. "Are you sure? I don't want my Kitty upset." She asked. Then, thud, right back into her hand.

"Of course I'm sure." She turned away from me, and for a moment my attention switched from the round object, to her hips. They moved back and forth gracefully. As if she was almost dancing.

"Well then, you won't mind if I do this?"

I followed her into the bathroom and watched as she held the very thing I longed for over the tub. "Don't you dare, WOMAN!" I hollared, rushing forward.

She was caught by surprise as my arms wrapped around her waist and I dragged her into our bedroom. "Put me down you beast!"

Laughing, I threw her onto the bed. "Hand it over." I reached out, palm up towards her.

"No." She turned her back on me and clutched it close to her chest.

"Rukia," I growled.

"NO!" She laid down on her arms, completely blocking it from view.

With a roar of frustration, I launched myself at her. We tumbled around on the bed, fighting for the small thing between us. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. "You taste like cherry."

Giggling, she let go and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her fingers pushed their way through my blue hair. I kept her preoccupied while I put the center of our fight into my pocket.

I'll just finish up here and keep this for later. I thought to myself, gently patting the ball of yarn in my pocket.