Hello! It's been a long time and I've missed you all~ ^_^ As you can probably tell, this is winding down to a close...one more chapter after this and we'll be bidding movie-star-Grimmjow and intern-Ichigo goodbye!


It has been a long while since I last woke up with a warm body next to me. It has been an even longer while since I last woke up with a warm body that I actually want to see next to me.

The minute the orange spikes slide into focus in my blurry morning vision, my heart rate shoots through the roof.I blink for a few moments, willing myself to calm down and wondering if I'm still asleep at the same time.

Holy shit, Kurosaki's in my bed. It's not a fucking dream.

Of course I remember everything we've done the night before. Everything he said, everything I said. It just seems...almost too good to be true. Yet, there he is, lying on his side not two feet away from me, one arm tucked beneath the pillow while the other is clutching one of the spare pillows. And his mouth...

I barely stifle my snicker in time.

He's drooling. I would never peg Kurosaki as a drooler but the wet patch on the pillow begs to differ. I stare at his mouth and remember how soft they'd felt last night, and that's all I manage to think about for the next minute.

Those soft, supple lips; I want to kiss them so bad. Right now.

Slowly, quiet as a ninja, I inch my way towards him. It's a feat, let me tell you. The sheets cling to my sort-of-sweaty body, and it is all I can do not to snarl in frustration. But I eventually get there, close enough to brush my nose against his hair. I gingerly prop myself up on one elbow and bend over him.

Heart thudding in my chest, I lean closer, straining not to make a sound, not even daring to breathe as I approach. Four inches, three inches, two inches...

His eyes fly open suddenly, and before I have time to say hello, his fist shoots out and - bam! - hits me right on my nose.

"Muddehfugg-" I clutch my nose and roll away, my eyes tearing up in a most unmanly fashion.

"Aww shit, sorry!" Kurosaki cries out, his voice still a little thick with sleep. He presses up to my side and grabs my wrists, trying to pry my hands away from my poor, abused nose. "Sorry! It was just natural reflex!"

I attempt to glare at him with watery, narrowed eyes, but I can't summon any heat, not when he's looking at me all frantic and worried like that. To my chagrin, what I meant to be a scowl becomes a crooked grin instead.

"So your natural reaction to a wake-up kiss is a punch in the face?" I grumble, giving my nose bridge one last pinch. "Remind me not to do that again next time."

At that, Kurosaki blushes. I watch in wonder as the pink stain spreads from his neck up to the tip of his ears.

"Tch, it's...my dad, you wouldn't..." he mutters, scratching the back of his head. "You wouldn't understand."

I open my mouth to ask what wake-up kisses have to do with his dad, but Kurosaki surprises me by silencing me with his lips. I reach up to cradle his face, cupping his cheeks with my palms and pulling him close, morning breath be damned. I part my legs and he slides right between them, our bodies fitting together easily as if we've been doing this for years. His hips press down on mine, and I feel the unmistakable bulge in his boxers rubbing against my thigh.

And that's all we do, grinding against each other like overeager teenagers, ours hands groping and grabbing at every available inch of each other's skin. Kurosaki is surprisingly demanding, and I can't help but take that as a challenge. I don't think I've ever felt competitive in bed, but Kurosaki definitely brings that element with him. His hand keeps moving, gripping me tightly and squeezing and stroking expertly, and I do the same to him, reveling in the lustful moans tumbling from his lips. It's almost as if we're having a race, seeing if we can get the other off first.

I hate to admit it, but I think he just might be winning. I can feel the end barreling towards me, the delicious, pulsating heat that's gradually spreading throughout my body. His ragged breaths, wet and hot along my jawline, hint that he's getting close too, so I try even harder to hold back. My toes begin to curl as I fight against the building tension in my groin, my muscles straining, with only one thought in my mind.

Not before him. Not before him. Not yet...

But I lose that fight. I'm not even able to stifle the loud moan that comes with the explosive high that crashes over me. I buck into his hand shamelessly, eyes screwed shut and teeth bared as he practically shoves me over the edge. For a moment, nothing registers in my mind except sweet, glorious release, then it hits me that he's grunting into my neck, his hips thrusting erratically against my abdomen, his cock pulsing in my fist.

Looks like we both lose.


I don't know what it is about Jaegerjaques that turns me into a horn dog every time I see him. Well, since the truth came out anyway, which hasn't been all that long even though it feels like it has always been this way. It's as though my body is catching up now that it finally realizes what it wants, and it's trying to make up for lost time.

At least I'm not alone in this. I look at the stupid grin on Jaegerjaques' face and grin back. He's all sweaty and gross, but still looks as gorgeous as ever. Life is just not fair.

We continue to lie next to each other, limbs tangled loosely together. The comforter is pushed off to the bottom of the bed, the sheets wrinkled beyond belief. We're not exactly cuddling, but it feels comfortable. So comfortable, in fact, that I end up dozing off.

I guess Jaegerjaques must've fallen asleep too because the next thing I know, I'm being shaken roughly.

"Oi! Do you know what time it is?" Jaegerjaques barks in my face.

I crack an eye open and steal a glance at the clock on the nightstand...and immediately jump out of bed.

We're half an hour late to the first shooting. I am fucking screwed. Jaegerjaques is the big star so he'll probably get away scot-free but I, on the other hand, have an eccentric Director and a downright crazy Assistant Director to report to.

"Shit!" I grab my boxers and wiggle into it, trying not to grimace when the material sticks to my stomach. I search wildly for my shirt before realizing that it must be outside in the living room, so I make a mad dash for it. Finding it, I throw it on and run to my shoes, slipping my socks-less feet in even as I'm still struggling to get my shirt over my head. I can hear Jaegerjaques' voice behind me, probably asking me to chill or something, but I just wave him off and throw a "see ya later!" over my shoulder and yank the door open.

Now I just hope that I can get back to my room, wash up, throw on fresh clothes, and pray that nobody has noticed my absence. Yet.

Of course, things never go the way I want them to. The first thing I see when I step out of the elevator is the lanky, colorful form of one Hirako Shinji in front of my room. He has his back towards me, his arms crossed in front of his chest. The lime green top he's wearing should be clashing horribly with his checkered orange skinny jeans, but he somehow manages to pull it off. I gulp and attempt to dart back into the elevator, but he turns around before I can. His eyes go wide immediately.

I grit my teeth and brace myself for the barrage of questions that are sure to come. Where did you go? Why are you late? What happened to you?

"Why are you walking around in boxers?" Shinji asks incredulously.

If there ever was a time I'd wish to be swallowed whole by the ground, this would be it. Neck moving slowly and stiffly, I look down at myself, willing it not to be true but alas...it is.

In my frantic hurry to leave Jaegerjaques' suite, I'd left my jeans behind. The sad part is, I don't even remember taking them off. And then, to my dismay, I realize that the key card to my room is currently sitting inside the pocket of that very same pair of jeans, back in Jaegerjaques' room.

"Shit!" I say for the second time within fifteen minutes. "Shit, shit, shit!"

Then comes the soft "ding" of the elevator, and before I can hide behind Shinji to cover myself, the steel double doors slide apart, and out steps Jaegerjaques, clad in a white bath robe. I bite back a groan as I watch Shinji's eyes dart from my disheveled form to Jaegerjaques, then to the dark-washed jeans in Jaegerjaques' hand. I swear, if Shinji's eyes grow any larger, I'm going to have to pick them up from the floor.

Jaegerjaques ignores the way Shinji is gaping at him and simply walks up to me as if Shinji's not even there. Throwing my pants at me, he rolls his eyes and says in an exasperated tone, "I told you to put on your pants."

"Thanks," I mumble. I can feel heat creeping up my neck, and I know that my face is going to turn fire-engine red within seconds.

Jaegerjaques chuckles, apparently amused by my predicament. "See ya later, Kurosaki." Then he turns and disappear back into the elevator, leaving me alone with - oh shit - Shinji, who looks downright evil with his sparkling eyes and wide grin.

"Well, well." Shinji rubs his palms together. "Someone has a lot of explaining to do."


By the time lunch time came, I'm quite certain that at least half of the crew has learned that I - Kurosaki Ichigo, production assistant intern and former nemesis of Grimmjow Jaegerjaques - had left my pants in Jaegerjaques' suite last night. I want to kill Shinji, I really do.

But I throw myself into work instead. There is plenty to do; contractors to call, notes to go over, paperwork to send to Urahara for his signature, so I escape into the tiny little office to avoid the teasing smirks and envious looks thrown in my direction. It's embarrassing, but for the life of me I cannot summon even an ounce of shame or anger. Sure, I'm annoyed at Shinji for having such a big mouth, but more than anything, I feel relieved. Relieved that that I don't have to convince myself that I really hate that man, relieved that I no longer have to spend my days with all that tension around me, and more than anything, relieved that I'm not crazy to actually feel something for Jaegerjaques.

And that's just what it is, isn't it? Despite his many flaws - or perhaps it's because of his many flaws - I have a soft spot for him. My cheeks grow hot at the thought, images of certain things that are definitely not soft filling my mind all of a sudden. Okay, who am I kidding? I'm fucking smitten. I don't know when it began; when the fury he stoked in me turned into something much, much different, something so completely incomprehensible that I can't even recognize it for what it is.

Unfortunately, like most things in life, it's usually too late by the time you realize that you have something precious. I know it's a little premature to worry about something like that, but I can't help it. I look at the calendar, and my heart sinks further. I have less than three weeks left; after that, it's back to school for me, and Jaegerjaques will remain in his glamorous life as one of the world's most sought-after movie star.

Would he wait for me? Would he still want me by the time I graduate from college? Heck, will he even remember me?


To be continued...