As her gloved hands canvas his broad chest, eyes remain fixed to her visage, observing the vermilion hue that had began to permeate from what he assumed was the origin; her cheeks. Her arms are eventually slung over either shoulder of him, his hands beginning to roam across her figure, gently grazing down either side of her abdomen subsequent to leaving their positions across the wall.
Another kiss broke the silence the two shared, Grimmjow groaning rather harshly as she nibbles at his bottom lip. There’s a sense of urgency that is typically associated with him, though tonight it was absent. Whereas he would typically bend whom ever he was courting that night over and rail them, he was seemingly content with taking his time when it came to her. He wanted to kiss her, not as harshly and as halfhearted as he typically kissed but kiss nonetheless. He wanted to please her, not himself as it had often come to with others. He sought to cherish her, to hold her and to only let go when she asked him to. He wanted to tell her these things and yet for some reason... he couldn’t.
Actions spoke louder than words and tonight they’d be speaking fairly loud if he had anything to say about it.
⠀〝 Of course I want all of— . . hey. 〞
Suddenly he was alone, she’d gotten out of his grip that easily? Teeth grit together at her actions, his body turning to face the source of her chastising tone. Whether or not he wanted to admit it, the reactor was clear across his face; he was enjoying this game of theirs too much for his own good. Eyes are affixed to her in that instant, that look in her eye and the beckoning of her finger— it was enough to drive him wild.
In a flash he’s after her, preforming Sonido time and time again as he began to track her through the halls. For every step taken by him, she’s taken three and all the while she’s calling out to him as if she needs him. Of course she needs him, he’s the Sexta Espada, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
Several corridors separated them at this point, her reiatsu fairly easy to track as it was a recent trail. From the looks of it, she was running to her room, and fast. Grimmjow opts to cut her off, knowing a shortcut that’ll take him to the opposite end of the corridor, albeit a bit further away, if he hurried he could beat her home.
Skidding to a halt outside her door, the Sexta can already sense her presence. She was faster than him, easily. He was panting lightly and she’d beaten him here with enough time to spare to let herself in and close the door behind her. Entering Nelliel’s quarters, the first thing he’s made aware of is the scent which so casually surrounded him. The entire room smelt of her, that sweet scent that drove him crazy.
Several steps were taken inside, closing the door and locking it behind him, Grimmjow scans the initial room for any sign of her. How big were her quarters? His chambers had three rooms, just how many did hers have?
