...ell, he'd had plenty of it – but this was more, on every conceivable level. Pulling his head away from her breast, he stared up at Shaolin as she gasped at the loss, snapping her head forward to look at him accusingly. The way she looked – her cheeks flushed, her hair down and her flashing black eyes – had him drawing in a ragged breath as he swore, "Fuck, Shaolin. You're - "
Not giving him the chance to finish, she slipped from his grasp, a wicked smile on her face as she walked over to the neglected shower, testing the water. Carefully, deliberately, she slipped her hakama down over her hips and let it pool at her feet, stepping out and into the shower. Grimmjow could only stare as she stood under the spray, letting the water run over her skin. She raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you said you were joining me?"
He blinked in surprise, before grinning and quickly adding his own hakama to the pile of clothing on the floor. Slipping into the shower behind her, he pulled her against him, letting his hands map out her body. She shifted to face him, her gaze very appreciative as it roamed his body. He couldn't help but grin.
"See something you like?"
Her eyes met his as her lips twitched. "Actually, I do."
He stepped back out of her arms. "Now, ain't that odd. I coulda sworn that I asked you that before and you said no."
She almost snarled as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth to h...