I guess the prompter for this one was TNT for showing the movie Independence Day XD




"Is Mommy sleeping now?"

The president pulled his daughter tightly into his arms, hiding his tears from her. "Yeah, Mommy's sleeping."


He straightened and pulled Neliel closer, keeping his eyes glued to the television. "Yeah, baby?"

"Are you crying?"

"What?! Hush your mouth, woman! Like I'd ever do such a sissy thing!" he growled, still refusing to look her in the eye.

"You sniffed," she insisted.

"So I'm not allowed to have a frickin' tickle in my nose?!"

"You just wiped at your eye."

"Dust, woman! Dust! We live in a frickin' desert! Now shut up and listen to the movie." He pulled her head down onto his shoulder and she complied, smiling to herself.


"…but we fight for the right to live!..On this, Independence Day!"

Neliel suddenly reached up her fingers and gently swiped at his cheek. "Aha!" she shouted triumphantly while showing him the dampness on her fingers. "You're crying again!"

For a silent moment Grimmjow stared at her, stricken. "I-It was a good speech! They don't make presidents like that anymore!"

"Anymore?" Nel raised her brow at him. "Grimmjow, this is just a movie. They've never made presidents like that."

"Not true!" He started ticking off fingers. "Abraham Lincoln, John F Kennedy, Winston Churchill-"

"Hold up, hold up. Winston Churchill was not a president. He was a prime minister. And when did you go all history-nerd on me?"

"I'm not! I just…admire certain orators."

"Admire certain orators?" she smirked at him.

"Dammit Nel! Just stay quiet and watch the damn movie will ya?" He shifted uncomfortably and concentrated on the movie.


The old pilot grinned at the massive alien ship, its deadly aquamarine glow reflecting off of his face. "Hello, boys! I'm baaaack!" The plane bee-lined for the heart of the sonofabitch and sent it to hell in a blast of billowing fires and flying debris.

Grimmjow jumped and shook his fist in the air. "Yeah! Now that's what I'm talkin' about, baby! That's what I'm talk-" He was cut short by giggling and turned to glare at Neliel.

"Y-You're really into this movie, aren't you Grimmy?"

"Stop giggling. It's a good film." He plopped back down on the couch. "What was it called again?"

"Independence Day," was her grinning reply.

"And who's that black dude?"

"Will Smith."

"Cool guy."


"Now shush"

"No problem, Grimmy"

"And don't call me Grimmy."



Neliel lifted her head from his broad shoulder and grinned at her panther gazing at the credits. "Did you like it?"


"Yeah? You know," she ran her finger along his mask piece. "You're really cute when you get all involved like that."

He shot her a side long glare. "And you just don't know when to quit."

She raised big eyes to his narrowed ones and leaned in closer. "I don't?"

His gaze turned suspicious. "What do you think you're doin', woman?"

"Nothing." She swung her leg around so that she straddled him on the couch.

A blue eyebrow popped up skeptically. "It don't look like nothin'. Looks more like you're tryin' to get somethin'."

Neliel bit her lip as he let her slide his jacket off his shoulders and down his muscular arms. "I'm not trying to get anything." She leaned down and licked lightly at his neck, gaining a strangled groan for her trouble. "I'm trying to give something." Her hand "slipped" and brushed against his bulge.

Grimmjow growled and roughly grabbed her ass in both hands. She softly moaned and then pushed at his chest and bounced away from him. "Oi! Where do you think you're going?!"

"Just proving I know when to quit," she grinned cheekily back at him.

"Why you little- Get back here!" he demanded.

"Nope. It really is a good idea to quit…this isn't exactly a private room, why anyone could walk in at any moment and-"

Somehow she was suddenly back on the couch and underneath a half-naked espada sexta. "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

She giggled despite the fact that his hand was already driving her crazy as it crept towards her breast. "You watch way too many movies, Grimmy."

"Shut up." He grasped her breast and stole her lips in the same heartbeat. Her arms and legs clapped around him. They both looked up at a loud cough from the doorway.

"Ulquiorra," Grimmjow snarled. "This had better really goddamned good."

"Aizen has requested a meeting in thirty minutes."

Grimmjow cursed under his breath. "All right, whatever." He leaned back down to continue their business… "Ulquiorra? You gonna watch or somethin'?"

"There's a meeting in thirty," he repeated.

"So I heard. Now run along and mommy and daddy will be there to hold your hand in a little bit. But first daddy has to make mommy scream, okay?" He grunted at a swift punch at his stomach.

Ulquiorra rolled his green eyes as he turned to leave. "Don't be late."

"Yes, emo-sama." He smirked down at the woman narrowing her eyes at him. "What? You don't want me to make you scream?"

"Th-That's not – you just don't have to blab it all over Hueco Mundo!"

Grimmjow laughed. "Oh I don't have to. You're screams travel farther than any gossip ever could."

"Is that so?"

The espada suddenly felt nervous at her calm response. "Er…yeah…"

Neliel curled her leg around his and then flipped them around. "Well, let's see how far your screams can travel, hm?"

"Tch," he scoffed, trying to hide what a major turn-on the move she just pulled was. "I don't scream."

She tugged at his pants. "You will."

"No way."

Fortunately for his libido and unfortunately for his ego, Grimmjow was quickly proved wrong.




I dedicate this to my dearest tough-guy friend, Ron, whom I caught crying several times during the course of this film XD Love ya, kid! Thanks for the idea XD