It was a long, drawn out meeting. Aizen's voice continuously droaning on and on as the Espada sat listening to him. At the moment Nnoitra was on a mission, which meant that Gwen could sit down in the seat between Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. Her constantly shut eyes keeping the little secret that she was in fact asleep from being realised by anyone in the room, but Ulquiorra was probably going to be the first to notice, if he took the time to look at her, of course. As usual however, he was not interested in her while Aizen was talking; but then again, when Aizen was talking the fourth did not need anything else.
Inside Gwen's mind she had been standing within the silver sands of the desert, her head slowly turning to look at Ulquiorra as he held her in his arms.
"My, these Hueco Mundo sands are certainly heaving." she uttered, glancing up at Ulquiorra who was, for once, taller than her and far more muscular than he actually was in real life.
"No more than your beautiful bosoms, m'lady." the Espada replied, flashing her a pleasant smile and come hither gaze. "Ah, the sands have quieted, and only in the sweet embrace of silence can two lovers truly feel-" he murmured, leaning closer towards Gwen before he suddenly stopped to the sound of gulls.
Each squawk and screech changing from what sounded like one Espada to the next as Gwen looked up at Ulquiorra with confusion, as he himself screwed up his normally emotionless face.
"Oooh… such noise. Well, I'm done for the day." he grumbled, dropping the green haired woman onto the sand at his feet before storming off, his back sprouting long black wings before he burst off into the sky. Left with her hand in the air and her mouth agape the woman woke up from her slumber, slightly ruffled and very confused.
"Ahh!" she quietly protested, looking around herself to see that the horde of gulls had in fact been Nnoitra and Grimmjow bickering. "Grimmjow," she snapped with her voice being muffled out by their yelling, this however did not stop her from continuing to plight. "Stop blowing my sex! I mean, stop blowing your sax, your sax! Stop it!" she yelped, blushing with some embarrassment. Feeling something hit the back of her head Gwen turned to look at Ulquiorra, a rolled up document was clasped in one hand as he held his lips to the rim of a cup in the other.
Looking at him the woman let her blush grow a bit more vibrant, her brain reminding her of what she had just dreamed about.
"I love you to, dear." she murmured in a mocking manner, smiling sweetly as he turned to give her one of his looks.