tampered | Log; complete

When; today
Rating; PG-13... maybe higher [asdfghjk plz don't blame me. ;__; she's innocent, I swear]
Characters; Hinamori

hajikemomo and Grimmjow

6thsword
Summary; A little bit the worse for wear, Hinamori finally makes it to see Grimmjow.
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She wasn't in too much pain, the shock of the Privaron fighting her at all serving to dull it. Tobiume murmured her reassurance while the dark haired shinigami had fled, less from fear and more from wanting to avoid the fight completely. What wounds she'd ended up with were superficial, small cuts, scratches, perhaps a burn? The fight was more of a blur to Hinamori at this point, just her need to get away and avoid the Privaron fueling her.

And get away she had, but while she would have rather headed to Isane or Unohana she had somehow managed to wind up at her original destination despite herself. Hesitating long enough to wonder if it was worth it, she finally convinced herself it couldn't hurt any more than it did already, even if she'd rather not see his fear.

Trying not to appear like she minded, she knocked. Timidly.

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What a nice turn of events.

Grimmjow returned the kiss, perhaps a little rougher than he should have, one hand tangling in her hair at the back of her head and the other falling to her hip. His height was enough to force her backwards, and he would take full advantage of that, though navigating towards the bed would prove slightly difficult.

He also had to remind himself that this was Hinamori, not Cirucci or one of the other Numeros. He'd have to be a little more careful if he was going to have his way.

It wasn't quite what she'd had in mind, but she was otherwise occupied and made no effort to complain, letting him push her back, doing her best not to trip over her own feet - or his - in the process. It briefly occurred to her that this, what was happening, was part of the reason she'd wanted to say no before but...

To hell with reasons, really. They never quite matched up to expectations, after all.

It didn't take long for them to hit the edge of the bed. Balance gave way to gravity and Grimmjow let himself fall, catching himself on his elbows so as not to crush the shinigami beneath him. He mused briefly that though the view was familiar, his partner was not, and his grinned only widened at the possibility that today, despite the curse, would be the perfect time and place.

"Didn't expect this from the bleeding vice-captain on my doorstep," he whispered into her ear, tongue flicking her earlobe. "You don't stop surprising me."

She blushed, slightly breathless - from the kiss, from being pushed back, it didn't really matter - struggling with a response. Quite why, she did not know. After all, it wasn't like it was first time he'd kissed her, wasn't the first time he'd had her pinned beneath him and yet -

"I'm surprising myself." A brief frown, before she pulled his attention back to her. "I make no promises," was all the dark haired girl murmured before kissing him again, really unsure as to where this was going.

"That's good to know." And it was. It served Grimmjow quite well, actually, and though Hinamori hadn't quite fathomed the implications of their situation (judging by her slighty bewildered expression), she'd find out soon enough.

The arrancar moved away from her lips, licking at her jawline before trailing kisses down her neck. That would distract her for a bit -- until, of course, his hand slipped underneath the hem of her shirt to caress bare skin.

She... didn't mind, actually. Not that much, although she did laugh nervously as the hand came close to her scar, moving to halt it. "Um..."

It didn't help that she was assaulted by his fears once more, and even though she kissed him reassuringly, it was clear she was feeling more than a little bit awkward.

He stayed his hand but not his thumb as it stroked her ribs. He expected her to be hesitant, but it wasn't in his nature to back down at the first sign of discomfort. He just had to try a little harder, that was all.

"Something wrong, Momo?" His voice was hoarse with want.

She blushed at the tone, glancing off to the side. There were plenty of things wrong with the situation, mostly stemming from her own insecurities and while she'd be the last person to admit that she didn't mind in the slightest the way he was clearly ignoring her hesitation in favour of continuing his show of affection she didn't, couldn't, wouldn't.

Hinamori smiled shyly though, having already given up on the stupid challenge, and instead trying to distract him - and herself. "I-" No, that wasn't right. She tried again, meekly murmuring "I don't know if I want this," against rather painful images.

His smirk vanished abruptly and his eyes shut as the blood-stained floor and his own released zanpakutou, even if it was Hinamori's vague mental image, flared glaringly in his mind. He sat back, all mood gone, and raised a hand to his forehead.

"Damn this curse," he snarled, opening one eye to peer down at the shinigami still sprawled on his bed. He briefly entertained the idea of just taking her with or without consent, but no... He'd be a gentlemen this time. She was different, after all.

Forcing herself to sit up, she nuzzled against his non-masked cheek, resigned. "I'm sorry. But... I still want to be here." Was that enough? It was the truth, at any rate, and hopefully he wouldn't throw it aside as a weak attempt to console him. It wasn't, it simply wasn't, she wanted him to know that but he was always taking the things she said the wrong way.

"The curse will go away and... We'll see?"

He said nothing to that, simply accepting the comfort and kissing her forehead in quiet gratitude. Under normal circumstances, he would've probably snarled and stalked out of the room, but the curse completely overwhelmed his disappointment.

"Yeah," he said quietly, lowering himself onto the mattress. He wasn't tired at all, just generally annoyed and wanting to forget all of the fears he'd seen that day through blissful, peace-granting sleep.

She sat watching him for a minute, wondering if maybe she shouldn't have tried in the first place but she was here, had come. Even though it had only served to depress him again. Stupid, she told herself, before moving to curl up at his side, just wanting to be there, do something that wasn't a mistake on her part.

Pulling his hand to her - she hadn't lain that close just in case - Hinamori kissed his palm gently, smiling softly. "Thank you."

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