The Assassin's Tango

Part 2! You guys ready for this? I am so happy!

Anyway, the warnings are the same, and this is rated M for mature content, obviously. I just got my internet back, so don't get pissy for not updating.
I seriously had no WiFi for a whole week. It's so sad, I know. SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER!

Ok, on with the story!

Ichigo made an 'oof' sound as she hit the bed and bounced slightly. The ride to the motel was a blur, as the limo took them, and Grimmjow took the chance to kiss Ichigo. To say the truth, that was her first kiss, and she was glad she had it with Grimmjow. He was a damn good kisser.

The bluenette distracted the woman from thinking any longer when he leaned over her sprawled body and began to kiss her again. Ichigo opened her mouth to the proding tongue, and moaned when Grimmjow's hand reached down to carress her leg. "Take the dress off, it'll only get in the way" Grimmjow husked into her ear. Ichigo shivered at the feeling of his breath on her neck and ear, and scooted over to the edge of the bed and did as she was asked and slipped off her dress and heals.

The orange curls of her hair was already escaping their hold and were spilling down her back. Ichigo stood there with a light blush on her cheeks, in her red lace underwear and bra. "So this is what was underneith" Grimmjow purred and got up, walking over to Ichigo and pulling her close to him. This time, Ichigo smirked. "Were you wondereing what I was wearing, Grimmjow?" She asked, her brown eyes dancing with amusment.

Grimmjow's own blue eyes sparkled with devious intent. "Oh hell yeah I was, the whole time I saw, and since I felt your body against mine" He said and leaned down to kiss Ichigo, and shut her up. Almost instantly, Ichigo melted into the kiss, and dindn't even protest when Grimmjow's large hands came down to grip her ass, and hoist her up, her legs instinctivly wrapping around his waist.

The bluenette walked over and put Ichigo back onto the bed and stood back, breaking the kiss to get rid of his white coat and dark blue shirt, his clean white pants following the rest soon after. Ichigo looked the other over, up and down, taking in his tanned msucles and his strong legs. Those strong, large thighs made her mouth water, and the large tent in his boxers made her own womanhood pulse with heat.

"Grimmjow...You sure have grown since we last met" She said in a slightly breezy voice. Ichigo was never the kind of woman to shy away from what she wanted, and she was the kind of woman that would take the situation into her own hands if need by. So she did. Standing, the orangette grabbed Grimmjow's shoulders and guided him to the bed, and forced him to sit down.

His blue eyes looked at her in a silent question, but he didn't make a move to stand from his positioned. She pushed him roughly onto his back, and he narrowed his eyes, but widened when she sat directly over his crotch, and ground down onto him. Ichigo threw her head back and moaned at the feeling of his cock just barley brushing against the most secretive, sensitive spot in her whole body.

The other moaned also, and reached up his large hands to grip Ichigo's hips, and guide her in the grinding, and thrusting his own hips up to meet hers. Ichigo's not-so-shy hands reached down to pull at Grimmjow's boxers, and trying to stand on her knees and pull them off. She got them down to his knees before she sat on his cock and rubbed her clothed cunt against his cock.

"Eager are we?" Grimmjow teased, a cocky grin on his face. Ichigo scowled. "Shut up, Grimm" She said and gasped when the man took charge. He flipped them both over and hooked his thumbs into Ichiigo's red lace panties and slowly pulled them down. The orangette blushed and squrimed slightly when Grimmjow took off her panties and gazed at her womanhood.

"So you are naturally orange" Grimmjow said, more to himself than anyone else. Ichigo scowled and lightly smacked his arm. "Of course I am, asshole!"she growled out. Ichigo squirmed under the gaze of the bluenette. "Just get on with it, Grimmjow" Ichigo said, turning red. The man grinned and leaned down lower to inspect Ichigo's flower.

Gripping Ichigo's thighs, Grimmjow parted them and looked hungrily at Ichigo's secret place. Grimmjow leaned over Ichigo and snuck his hands to Ichigo's back and unhooked the clasp on Ichigo's bra. The large bust was free to the air, and the woman hissed as her nipples hardened at the cold air. Grimmjow grinned like the cat who got the cream.

Ichigo scowled at the blue haired assassin. "It would be nice if you stopped being a dick" She mumbled, looking away, a cute blush gracing her cheeks. Grimmjow grinned even more at this. "Do you have a condom or something?" he asked, eyeing the way Ichigo flushed red.

"No! Why would I have something like that?" She growled, and tried tonsit up and punch Grimmjow but he easily helld her down and a hand slipped down to slide into her warmth. A gasp of pure pleasure escaped Ichigo's mouth and it dropped open into an 'o'. The man smirked at making Ichigo moan his name.

"Grimmjow! Ha, ah" She moaned out, as the other searched his pockets for a condom that he had stuffed there, just in case he got laid. While Ichigo was distracted, he rolled the condom onto his own shaft, skipping the foreplay. That could be used later. He slipped his fingers out and grabed onto Ichigo's hips, guiding his cock to her opening and slowly pressed in, kissing Ichigo on her mouth, to distract her.

The orangette blinked up at Grimmjow with hazy brwon eyes, her breath coming in pants as she didn't speak, but allowed Grimmjow to enter her, and waited for him to fully sheathed. Ichigo gasped when she slowly felt her cherry pop, and a small trickle of blood seeped down her thigh, and she bit her lip until it bled to stifle the groan of pain. Grimmjow noticed this, and slowly eased his way in, actually showing that he cared about Ichigo's well being, and her comfort.

With a few final soft thrusts, Grimmjow sheathed himself inside Ichigo's hot warmth, groaning out in pleasure as the woman below him clenched and unclenched, trying to get used to the feeling of something so large inside her.
"Grimm...It kind of...Hurts" She said, not to loudly, to shy to show her feelings, or her pain in front of someone. That kind of thing was trained out of the young assassin. With a small sigh of comfort, Ichigo nodded her head, saying it was ok to move.

Grimmjow nodded back, holding tightly onto Ichigo's legs as he began to shallowly thrust into the woman below him. The muscled man held back, knowing with a slight smirk that he could easily break Ichigo in two if he wasn't careful. The man was about to ask if Ichigo was ok, when the orangette glared feircely at the blunette, making him pause in his soft thrust.

"Fuck me harder, or I'll deck you in the fucking jaw" She growled, her eyes blazing with a feirocity that made Grimmjow's animal instincts kick in. "Fine, Ichigo, You want me to fuck you harder? I can do that" Grimmjow growled out and threw Ichigo's creamy legs over his shoulders and thrust into the woman below him roughly, making the orangette moan and scream out in pleasure as her g-spot was hit, and rubbed against.

"Grimmjow! Oh god!" She moaned and writhed in pleasure, throwing her head back to scream out, and grab onto Gimmjow's broad shoulders. The other smirked.

"I'm not god, but I could be your god if you want me to" he said, earning a blazing brown glare from his woman. Ichigo threaded her fingers into Grimmjow's hair, at the nape of his neck, and yanked hard bringing their mouths together in a brusing kiss, Ichigo's tongue fighting Grimmjow's for dominance. That's what Grimmjow loved about Ichigo. She was a ball of fire, and she wouldn't submit easily, even if she was the one receiving the pleasure from a man. You would haave to wrestler her down to get her to submit to anyone.

The tempo of the thrusting and kissing became faster, sloppier, more animalistic. Grunts and breathy moans filled the room as Ichigo slipped her legs off of Grimmjow's shoulders and wrapped them tightly around her partners waist, and ground back on his shaft. The orangette couldn't stop herself from moaning like a whore. It was all to much, and she could feel the heat pooling in her lower abdomen, and could feel the rush of her soon approching orgasim.

"G-Grimmjow!" she stuttered slightly, white splotching her vision as her orgasim hit her like a tidal wave of pleasure, crashing over her to make her see white and her mouth drop open, a small scream escapinng her mouth.

The man groaned as the tight canal, clenched and fluttered, making him groan out Ichigo's own name before he realeased into the condom and colapsed on top of the other assassin. They stayed like that for a few moments, before Grimmjow sat up sluggishly, Ichigo's hazy half lidded brown eyes blinked at him sleepily. The taller person stood and slipped off the condom, tying it in a knot and tossing it in the trash, and using his boxers to wipe himself clean and climbed back into bed with his girlfriend.

Ichigo yawned, her eyes fluttering closed.

"You know...I was supposed to kill you tonight, but I guess I couldn't bring myself to do it" She mumbled, not opening her eyes. Grimmjow blinked, his blue eyes trained onto Ichigo's face. "...So was I..." He said. The blue haired man watched as a small smile slipped onto Ichigo's lightly skinned face.

"Good, because I don't do necrophelia" She said, chuckling slightly. Gimmjow smirked. "Neither do I, babe" He answered, before spooning Ichigo's back, his arms wrapping around her middle, and fell asleep, Ichigo drifting off after him.

Blinking her brown eyes, Ichigo lifted her head up and yawned, stretching her arms over her head. She glanced around the room and smiled as she remembered what happened, the ache in between her thighs telling her it was all true. Honsetly, Ichigo didn't regret one minute of it. She would have regreted killing Grimmjow, but she didn't. He also didn't try to kill her. Maybe by pleasure, not not actually shooting her, or slicing her head off.

So that was a bonus. Looking over, the adult saw a mop of bright blue hair sticking up from the covers and she smiled. The thought that crossed her mind was that the night before Grimmjow and herself did the tango. One in the form of a dance, and one in the form of sex. Combine them, and what do you get?

The assassin's tango! With that thought in mind, Ichigo laughed quietly to herself as she got up and found the bathroom, prepaaring to shower. After jumping in, a noise made her shift the screen and she saw Grimmjow, as naked as she was, stading there, with his arms crossed, a grin on his face. She moved aside to let him in.

Ah, let the tango begin again.

DONE.

Sorry for taking so long on updating this, I got MEGA writrs block. And I was busy...Sorta. Anyway, that's not the point. I hope you liked it, and please review! It's very appreciated!

Ja!