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FOR MY ORIHIME!
“No!”
She moved forward, her weight sliding into his lap with newfound boldness. Her palms landed on his thighs first, giving him an unintentional squeeze as she used her arms to pull herself into his space and forcing him to lean backwards in order to accommodate her advance. He produced a soft grunt as her movements triggered them to bounce slightly, and his hands rose up to grip her waist in an involuntary reflex to fasten her against himself in-case they somehow fell from the couch. When she had succeeded at planted herself onto her new throne, Ulquiorra allowed his eyes to move up along the front of her body, the frown creasing his brow behind his mask nothing compared to the affronted, slightly saddened look she had directed towards him.
“That’s not true at all!” She responded quickly, her hands migrating from their positions on his thighs and traveling to his chest, planting their palms on either side of his Hollow’s hole and pressing insistently as she reprimanded him. “I don’t want to- uh-,” she faltered for a moment, her cheeks heating and turning rosy with bashfulness as her next words caused her insides to twist in embarrassment. “…to… do these… kinds of things with someone else! I said so the first time, didn’t I?” Her lips pursed unhappily, but Ulquiorra remained as unmovable and resilient to her charms as always, even when her small palm proceeded to deliver a light slap to the left side of his chest in admonishment. The Hollow didn’t even bother to blink. “It’s true! Why don’t you believe me?!” He remained silent, and in the wake of his lack of a reply, she huffed in annoyance. “I only-,” the blush returned. “…only want to do it with you...” The stubborn frown joined the blush, and Ulquiorra stared at her rosy complexion with a dull gaze.
“I don’t want some other ‘human man’, Ulquiorra-san, I-,”
“Then what about Kurosaki Ichigo?”
She fumbled to a stop, her stubborn expression crumbling onto itself in an instant as he interrupted her. “Wh-what?” She stuttered out intelligently, her heart slowing down and growing heavy suddenly.
Ulquiorra simply stared, his gaze- as always- giving her no assistance into knowing what might be going on inside his thoughts. “Do you not want to do this with Kurosaki Ichigo?” He repeated himself, his patience remaining intact. He was far too interested in seeing her reaction to be irritated.
Orihime faltered anew, her eyes growing large and glassy- ”She’s in the headlights,” an unknown voice in the back of his mind whispered quietly, though he didn’t understand- and he watched in restrained curiosity as her lips began to quiver. The courage and fire seemed to drain out of her swiftly- he wondered, if he were to pull his eye out later and look at this scene again, whether he would be able to see her confidence slipping out of her and onto the floor- and soon the woman who had climbed on top of him a few seconds ago had turned back into the little girl again.
“I…”
“You ‘love’ him, do you not? So you must desire such things with him.” He responded, gaze disarmingly calm. Immediately, a part of her was stricken and angry that he wasn’t upset about all this. Because- because of course she did! Kurosaki-kun was the most amazing, wonderful, kind person she knew! He had a scary face sometimes, and she could tell he was really very sad, but… but…
“O-of course…” She fumbled back, as her heart suddenly beating in her chest heavily. She felt unusually aware of it in that moment, and suddenly found herself wishing fervently that she had the ability to stop it. Gradually, Orihime’s hands slid from their positions on his chest. “Of course I want to…”
But her voice was weak, and Ulquiorra- ever the predatory Hollow, even now- was quick to seize upon it. “Then why aren’t you?” He demanded, voice emotionless but commanding in its tone. And like the trunk of the tree in the face of the gale, Orihime bent under its force.
“I-it’s not that simple-! You can’t j-just decide to do that kind of thing! It’s a big deal, you know, and-,” She ducked her head, eyes falling down in shame, but he interrupted her swiftly.
“Then why were you able to do it with me?” He interjected swiftly, his words acting as the metaphorical blade that pierced expertly into her weak-spot. Orihime jerked her head up, fixing him with a wide-eyed, speechless gaze, before folding up on the inside and shrinking away from him. His eyes narrowed accusingly as she slithered out of his lap, shuffling backwards and awkwardly climbing to her feet. His hands anchored her to him for a moment longer, claws threatening to tear into the fabric of her shirt. Orihime shivered under his hard, cold gaze, one of her hands moving down to clasp tightly over his own. Her eyes stared at him pleadingly, watery and full- begging- and, grudgingly, he allowed her shaking fingers to pry his iron grip from her waist.
She backed away from him in small, tiny steps, and the Hollow observed in thoughtful silence as her world crumbled.
“…I-I’m sorry…” She murmured out simply, her voice a quiet, defeated whimper, before his slitted eyes watched her turn and hurry quickly into the safety and seclusion of her bedroom, and mused quietly over the curious thought that despite all the things the woman claimed to feel and want from the young man, lust was not one of them.
“No!”
She moved forward, her weight sliding into his lap with newfound boldness. Her palms landed on his thighs first, giving him an unintentional squeeze as she used her arms to pull herself into his space and forcing him to lean backwards in order to accommodate her advance. He produced a soft grunt as her movements triggered them to bounce slightly, and his hands rose up to grip her waist in an involuntary reflex to fasten her against himself in-case they somehow fell from the couch. When she had succeeded at planted herself onto her new throne, Ulquiorra allowed his eyes to move up along the front of her body, the frown creasing his brow behind his mask nothing compared to the affronted, slightly saddened look she had directed towards him.
“That’s not true at all!” She responded quickly, her hands migrating from their positions on his thighs and traveling to his chest, planting their palms on either side of his Hollow’s hole and pressing insistently as she reprimanded him. “I don’t want to- uh-,” she faltered for a moment, her cheeks heating and turning rosy with bashfulness as her next words caused her insides to twist in embarrassment. “…to… do these… kinds of things with someone else! I said so the first time, didn’t I?” Her lips pursed unhappily, but Ulquiorra remained as unmovable and resilient to her charms as always, even when her small palm proceeded to deliver a light slap to the left side of his chest in admonishment. The Hollow didn’t even bother to blink. “It’s true! Why don’t you believe me?!” He remained silent, and in the wake of his lack of a reply, she huffed in annoyance. “I only-,” the blush returned. “…only want to do it with you...” The stubborn frown joined the blush, and Ulquiorra stared at her rosy complexion with a dull gaze.
“I don’t want some other ‘human man’, Ulquiorra-san, I-,”
“Then what about Kurosaki Ichigo?”
She fumbled to a stop, her stubborn expression crumbling onto itself in an instant as he interrupted her. “Wh-what?” She stuttered out intelligently, her heart slowing down and growing heavy suddenly.
Ulquiorra simply stared, his gaze- as always- giving her no assistance into knowing what might be going on inside his thoughts. “Do you not want to do this with Kurosaki Ichigo?” He repeated himself, his patience remaining intact. He was far too interested in seeing her reaction to be irritated.
Orihime faltered anew, her eyes growing large and glassy- ”She’s in the headlights,” an unknown voice in the back of his mind whispered quietly, though he didn’t understand- and he watched in restrained curiosity as her lips began to quiver. The courage and fire seemed to drain out of her swiftly- he wondered, if he were to pull his eye out later and look at this scene again, whether he would be able to see her confidence slipping out of her and onto the floor- and soon the woman who had climbed on top of him a few seconds ago had turned back into the little girl again.
“I…”
“You ‘love’ him, do you not? So you must desire such things with him.” He responded, gaze disarmingly calm. Immediately, a part of her was stricken and angry that he wasn’t upset about all this. Because- because of course she did! Kurosaki-kun was the most amazing, wonderful, kind person she knew! He had a scary face sometimes, and she could tell he was really very sad, but… but…
“O-of course…” She fumbled back, as her heart suddenly beating in her chest heavily. She felt unusually aware of it in that moment, and suddenly found herself wishing fervently that she had the ability to stop it. Gradually, Orihime’s hands slid from their positions on his chest. “Of course I want to…”
But her voice was weak, and Ulquiorra- ever the predatory Hollow, even now- was quick to seize upon it. “Then why aren’t you?” He demanded, voice emotionless but commanding in its tone. And like the trunk of the tree in the face of the gale, Orihime bent under its force.
“I-it’s not that simple-! You can’t j-just decide to do that kind of thing! It’s a big deal, you know, and-,” She ducked her head, eyes falling down in shame, but he interrupted her swiftly.
“Then why were you able to do it with me?” He interjected swiftly, his words acting as the metaphorical blade that pierced expertly into her weak-spot. Orihime jerked her head up, fixing him with a wide-eyed, speechless gaze, before folding up on the inside and shrinking away from him. His eyes narrowed accusingly as she slithered out of his lap, shuffling backwards and awkwardly climbing to her feet. His hands anchored her to him for a moment longer, claws threatening to tear into the fabric of her shirt. Orihime shivered under his hard, cold gaze, one of her hands moving down to clasp tightly over his own. Her eyes stared at him pleadingly, watery and full- begging- and, grudgingly, he allowed her shaking fingers to pry his iron grip from her waist.
She backed away from him in small, tiny steps, and the Hollow observed in thoughtful silence as her world crumbled.
“…I-I’m sorry…” She murmured out simply, her voice a quiet, defeated whimper, before his slitted eyes watched her turn and hurry quickly into the safety and seclusion of her bedroom, and mused quietly over the curious thought that despite all the things the woman claimed to feel and want from the young man, lust was not one of them.