"Undercover Librarian", a Bleach ficlet
Title: Undercover Librarian
Rating: T
Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez; GrimmIchi
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Language; suggestiveness
Author’s Note: Fem!Ichi people. Request for the OG herself, Miss Breezy (miszxbrii). Enjoy apple dumpling. ^^
Disclaimer: Bleach isn’t mine. We know this. Why must I continue repeating myself? Sheesh. Property of Tite Kubo (you wonderful, sick, ship-teasing man, you).
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“What the hell did you just say?”
“I saaaaid I dropped my contact.”
“…Y-you wear…contacts?”
“My god, you act like I have a disease. It’s not my fault you aren’t observant enough to notice. Now stop standing there like a big oaf and help me find it.”
Making a perturbed face before joining the search efforts, Grimmjow did all in his power to ignore the small smirk on his significant other’s lips. ‘Damn it! She’s lucky I’m fond of her.’
“I can’t find it. God, this is a pain!” Ichigo howled, delicate fingers traversing the carpet hairs at an unforgiving (and rather frantic) speed.
“…You’re tellin’ me,” Grimmjow grumbled, aqua eyes lazily darting around the maroon carpeting in hopes of finding the clear little window so he could get back to watching the mouthy minx cook their meal.
Ichigo gazed up at him through thick auburn bangs, her dark eyes warning the temperamental man that her own set of nerves were wearing dangerously thin as well. And when both sets of patience left, battle royales began.
“This blows. Look, it’ll turn up eventually!” He shouted, jumping to his feet with an agility that typically only felines possessed. Jaegerjaquez was anything but typical. “Lemme know when you find it so I can get back to-”
“There it is!”
Grimmjow’s eyes rounded at her sudden outburst, his suddenly weak knees wobbling beneath his sturdy weight, “Holy fu-”
“DON’T MOVE!”
Stomp.
Ichigo’s outstretched fingers twitched curiously as the pair’s breathing slowed and some immortal being somewhere in the cosmos pressed the mute button on their life. Silence; awkward, bone-chilling silence.
He didn’t need an explanation. The look on the strawberry’s face said it all. Ichigo had indeed found her lost contact, and her blue-haired lover had all but annihilated it between his running shoe and the floor.
“Fuckin’ shit! Ichi…I’m-”
“That was my last one,” She murmured, lowering her hand dramatically.
“I didn’t see the damn thing, alright? Look…just forget about it. You still have one more left.”
“I’m going to be blind in one eye, Grimmjow. I can’t walk around Japan like that. I’m going to be run over.”
“Look…I didn’t know it was there. I’m s-sorry, alright?”
Ichigo sighed heavily, returning to her feet and brushing off her knees before pushing past the guilt-trodden Grimmjow, “Now I’ll haveta wear my glasses.”
Jaegerjaquez’s eyebrows shot upwards as he stomached what she had just said, “Wait…glasses?”
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Ichigo pulled the rectangular spectacles from their case and slid them into place on the bridge of her nose, “Now I’ll haveta go to the eye doctor to get a new prescription.”
“Oi.”
The redhead blinked stupidly for a moment before turning towards the bedroom doorway. Leaning against the frame in a manner that screamed lethargy, Grimmjow watched her switch seeing-devices.
“What is it?” She breathed, rubbing at her temples as she tried to adjust to her new eyes.
“Where’d you get those?”
“I’ve had them.”
“You never wear ‘em.”
“Hello! Contacts! Jeez…”
The floor creaked as her lover crossed space and stopped in front of her, “They’re-”
“Dorky?” Ichigo cut in, eyes wild and flustered all in one deliciously warm, brown package, “Yeah, I know.”
Grimmjow snorted before brushing pieces of hair from her face to get a better look at her new accessory, “Nah.”
“…”
“I like ‘em.”
Ichigo rolled her eyes, highlighted by thick, black frames and clear glass, “Whatever. Don’t make fun of me.”
The haughty man sneered darkly before leaning down and placing a kiss that was more than a little suggestive on her pale neck, “I’m not makin’ fun of ya. Actually, I’m thinkin’ dinner can wait.”
Kurosaki’s face tinted a light shade of pink as she arched her neck and her nails found Grimmjow’s broad shoulders, “Oh yeah?”
The other laughed, eyes hungrily devouring the added sex appeal of his counterpart, “Yeah, besides, we gotta break in those glasses.”
Ichigo smiled slightly, hips aligning with Grimmjow’s as the overly-muscled man pushed her hard against the desk adjacent to the window and lifted her atop. “You know…I never took you as the glasses type.”
Grimmjow shrugged, “Didn’t know I was one. But I think if you wore a trash bag I’d think it was fuckin’ sexy.”
His lover giggled lightly, legs wrapping around his sides and pulling him closer, “You’re hopeless.”
Jaegerjaquez shrugged, teeth leaving their mark on her collarbone, “Whatever. Now how about you stop makin’ fun of me and start actin’ like this is a bad porno.”
Ichigo’s mouth parted in surprise as she stared at his toothy grin.
“Oh Miss Librarian,” Grimmjow teased, voice taking on a pleading tone, “ I’m sorry but I believe my book is overdue. Guess I’ll haveta pay some sorta fee.”
“Grimmjow!”
Rating: T
Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez; GrimmIchi
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Language; suggestiveness
Author’s Note: Fem!Ichi people. Request for the OG herself, Miss Breezy (miszxbrii). Enjoy apple dumpling. ^^
Disclaimer: Bleach isn’t mine. We know this. Why must I continue repeating myself? Sheesh. Property of Tite Kubo (you wonderful, sick, ship-teasing man, you).
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“What the hell did you just say?”
“I saaaaid I dropped my contact.”
“…Y-you wear…contacts?”
“My god, you act like I have a disease. It’s not my fault you aren’t observant enough to notice. Now stop standing there like a big oaf and help me find it.”
Making a perturbed face before joining the search efforts, Grimmjow did all in his power to ignore the small smirk on his significant other’s lips. ‘Damn it! She’s lucky I’m fond of her.’
“I can’t find it. God, this is a pain!” Ichigo howled, delicate fingers traversing the carpet hairs at an unforgiving (and rather frantic) speed.
“…You’re tellin’ me,” Grimmjow grumbled, aqua eyes lazily darting around the maroon carpeting in hopes of finding the clear little window so he could get back to watching the mouthy minx cook their meal.
Ichigo gazed up at him through thick auburn bangs, her dark eyes warning the temperamental man that her own set of nerves were wearing dangerously thin as well. And when both sets of patience left, battle royales began.
“This blows. Look, it’ll turn up eventually!” He shouted, jumping to his feet with an agility that typically only felines possessed. Jaegerjaquez was anything but typical. “Lemme know when you find it so I can get back to-”
“There it is!”
Grimmjow’s eyes rounded at her sudden outburst, his suddenly weak knees wobbling beneath his sturdy weight, “Holy fu-”
“DON’T MOVE!”
Stomp.
Ichigo’s outstretched fingers twitched curiously as the pair’s breathing slowed and some immortal being somewhere in the cosmos pressed the mute button on their life. Silence; awkward, bone-chilling silence.
He didn’t need an explanation. The look on the strawberry’s face said it all. Ichigo had indeed found her lost contact, and her blue-haired lover had all but annihilated it between his running shoe and the floor.
“Fuckin’ shit! Ichi…I’m-”
“That was my last one,” She murmured, lowering her hand dramatically.
“I didn’t see the damn thing, alright? Look…just forget about it. You still have one more left.”
“I’m going to be blind in one eye, Grimmjow. I can’t walk around Japan like that. I’m going to be run over.”
“Look…I didn’t know it was there. I’m s-sorry, alright?”
Ichigo sighed heavily, returning to her feet and brushing off her knees before pushing past the guilt-trodden Grimmjow, “Now I’ll haveta wear my glasses.”
Jaegerjaquez’s eyebrows shot upwards as he stomached what she had just said, “Wait…glasses?”
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Ichigo pulled the rectangular spectacles from their case and slid them into place on the bridge of her nose, “Now I’ll haveta go to the eye doctor to get a new prescription.”
“Oi.”
The redhead blinked stupidly for a moment before turning towards the bedroom doorway. Leaning against the frame in a manner that screamed lethargy, Grimmjow watched her switch seeing-devices.
“What is it?” She breathed, rubbing at her temples as she tried to adjust to her new eyes.
“Where’d you get those?”
“I’ve had them.”
“You never wear ‘em.”
“Hello! Contacts! Jeez…”
The floor creaked as her lover crossed space and stopped in front of her, “They’re-”
“Dorky?” Ichigo cut in, eyes wild and flustered all in one deliciously warm, brown package, “Yeah, I know.”
Grimmjow snorted before brushing pieces of hair from her face to get a better look at her new accessory, “Nah.”
“…”
“I like ‘em.”
Ichigo rolled her eyes, highlighted by thick, black frames and clear glass, “Whatever. Don’t make fun of me.”
The haughty man sneered darkly before leaning down and placing a kiss that was more than a little suggestive on her pale neck, “I’m not makin’ fun of ya. Actually, I’m thinkin’ dinner can wait.”
Kurosaki’s face tinted a light shade of pink as she arched her neck and her nails found Grimmjow’s broad shoulders, “Oh yeah?”
The other laughed, eyes hungrily devouring the added sex appeal of his counterpart, “Yeah, besides, we gotta break in those glasses.”
Ichigo smiled slightly, hips aligning with Grimmjow’s as the overly-muscled man pushed her hard against the desk adjacent to the window and lifted her atop. “You know…I never took you as the glasses type.”
Grimmjow shrugged, “Didn’t know I was one. But I think if you wore a trash bag I’d think it was fuckin’ sexy.”
His lover giggled lightly, legs wrapping around his sides and pulling him closer, “You’re hopeless.”
Jaegerjaquez shrugged, teeth leaving their mark on her collarbone, “Whatever. Now how about you stop makin’ fun of me and start actin’ like this is a bad porno.”
Ichigo’s mouth parted in surprise as she stared at his toothy grin.
“Oh Miss Librarian,” Grimmjow teased, voice taking on a pleading tone, “ I’m sorry but I believe my book is overdue. Guess I’ll haveta pay some sorta fee.”
“Grimmjow!”