Dream Sequence (Matsu/Grimm #6)
Fandom: Bleach
Title: Dream Sequence
Author/Artist: Evergrnterrace
Theme(s): #6~”The space between dream and reality.”
Pairing/Characters: Matsumoto/Grimmjow
Word Count: 567
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer (if needed): Uh… Not mine? And the ending sucks?
Summary (if needed): These suck.
Rangiku stood up and smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles from her clothes. She really hated this gigai, nothing ever felt right. All of the clothes she wore, regardless of how loose or slim fitting, always seemed too tight. With a heavy sigh she considered going for an evening stroll to relieve some of her anxiety, then almost immediately decided against it. She instead settled on having a hot cup of peach tea with a spoonful of red bean paste and going to bed a little early.
“Good night, Orihime!” she called out, hoping that her temporary room-mate didn’t hear the nervousness in her voice. She felt a wave of relief when Orihime simply called back a similar round of good night’s and something about bed bugs. Rangiku didn’t really feel that she could talk about her problems right now. She didn’t think that someone like Orihime could understand. She wasn’t even sure if she could understand it herself.
Rangiku walked into the kitchen, made herself the tea and sauntered off to her room. She then slipped into her nighty and crawled into bed. After about 15 minutes of tossing and turning she released a heavy sigh and shut her eyes. Almost immediately she could sense him. His spirit energy was coming off of him in enormous waves. She was hardly surprised when she felt two strong hands grab hold of her and jerk her into an upright position. Her eyes fluttered open and her vision was filled with a sea of blue-green. His eyes seemed to paralyze her entire being.
The image of Orihime sleeping in the room next to hers flashed through her mind for a moment before Grimmjow filled her every thought. He slammed her roughly against the wall, restrained her hands above her head and attacked her mouth with a hunger and need that she had never felt before. Her passion consumed her, she had never felt more needy in her life. Even with Gin she had never lost complete control.
Grimmjow seemed to have lost himself, as well. They made a mess of the bed, he had her ankles so wrapped in sheets that she would have to spend half of the morning untangling herself. She had a half sense that this wasn’t real, but that thought was completely lost when he bit on her lip hard enough to draw blood.
Rangiku’s eyes snapped open and she looked apprehensively around the room. Perspiration beaded on her face and her entire body was quivering. She felt like a bow that was strung far too tightly.
This dream was more vivid, more real than the others. She even thought that she could still smell him on her skin, still feel his soul's energy imprinted on her very being. “The space between dream and reality is growing smaller and more shallow with each passing night.” She murmured.
She couldn’t speak a word of this. Not even to Orihime, especially not to Orihime. She just wouldn’t understand. To her, there was simply black and white, right and wrong, good and evil. And while she didn’t like to see anyone get hurt, even her enemy, she just couldn’t even begin to grasp this. She just wouldn’t understand that Rangiku was falling in love with the enemy. Rangiku licked her lip delicately, strangely enjoying the iron taste of her own blood. No, she decided, best to keep this to myself.
Table
Title: Dream Sequence
Author/Artist: Evergrnterrace
Theme(s): #6~”The space between dream and reality.”
Pairing/Characters: Matsumoto/Grimmjow
Word Count: 567
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer (if needed): Uh… Not mine? And the ending sucks?
Summary (if needed): These suck.
Rangiku stood up and smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles from her clothes. She really hated this gigai, nothing ever felt right. All of the clothes she wore, regardless of how loose or slim fitting, always seemed too tight. With a heavy sigh she considered going for an evening stroll to relieve some of her anxiety, then almost immediately decided against it. She instead settled on having a hot cup of peach tea with a spoonful of red bean paste and going to bed a little early.
“Good night, Orihime!” she called out, hoping that her temporary room-mate didn’t hear the nervousness in her voice. She felt a wave of relief when Orihime simply called back a similar round of good night’s and something about bed bugs. Rangiku didn’t really feel that she could talk about her problems right now. She didn’t think that someone like Orihime could understand. She wasn’t even sure if she could understand it herself.
Rangiku walked into the kitchen, made herself the tea and sauntered off to her room. She then slipped into her nighty and crawled into bed. After about 15 minutes of tossing and turning she released a heavy sigh and shut her eyes. Almost immediately she could sense him. His spirit energy was coming off of him in enormous waves. She was hardly surprised when she felt two strong hands grab hold of her and jerk her into an upright position. Her eyes fluttered open and her vision was filled with a sea of blue-green. His eyes seemed to paralyze her entire being.
The image of Orihime sleeping in the room next to hers flashed through her mind for a moment before Grimmjow filled her every thought. He slammed her roughly against the wall, restrained her hands above her head and attacked her mouth with a hunger and need that she had never felt before. Her passion consumed her, she had never felt more needy in her life. Even with Gin she had never lost complete control.
Grimmjow seemed to have lost himself, as well. They made a mess of the bed, he had her ankles so wrapped in sheets that she would have to spend half of the morning untangling herself. She had a half sense that this wasn’t real, but that thought was completely lost when he bit on her lip hard enough to draw blood.
Rangiku’s eyes snapped open and she looked apprehensively around the room. Perspiration beaded on her face and her entire body was quivering. She felt like a bow that was strung far too tightly.
This dream was more vivid, more real than the others. She even thought that she could still smell him on her skin, still feel his soul's energy imprinted on her very being. “The space between dream and reality is growing smaller and more shallow with each passing night.” She murmured.
She couldn’t speak a word of this. Not even to Orihime, especially not to Orihime. She just wouldn’t understand. To her, there was simply black and white, right and wrong, good and evil. And while she didn’t like to see anyone get hurt, even her enemy, she just couldn’t even begin to grasp this. She just wouldn’t understand that Rangiku was falling in love with the enemy. Rangiku licked her lip delicately, strangely enjoying the iron taste of her own blood. No, she decided, best to keep this to myself.
Table