Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite

The Long Sonata

He awoke to the soft sound of her breathing next to his ear. Groggily, he fully turned to her and began to lay soft kisses on her face which in turn made her smile. The red hair falling across her face made her look sexy so early in the morning and he took his hand and carefully set her hair behind her ear.

"Ah, so I see that you are awake?" He had a faint smile as she snuggled closer to him without opening her eyes.

"Maybe," was her whispered reply.

"And what exactly would I have to do in order to wake you up…fully?" She made no reply. Green eyes surveyed her for a moment more, "I see". Carefully and ever so slowly, he slid his index finger down her cheek, down her swan–like neck, and began pulling the sheet down to expose her already nude body. Leaning in, he began to softly kiss and lick her sensitive mounds as he caressed the delicate area. A soft moan escaped her lips which made him pause and glance up at her. With her eyes still closed, he began his ministrations which caused her to moan a little louder.

He breathed against her heated skin as he continued toward her navel. She began to caress his hair as his sporadic kisses and bites began to create the most wonderful sensation within her. Strong hands grasped her fleshy hips and thighs. How he loved that part of her. A body built so voluptuously but yet so delicately that he would often gazed upon her and thought that she could have been the muse for a statue of the goddess Venus. Releasing a sigh, he gazed once more to the one person whom he had ever truly given his heart to. She was beautiful, smart, eccentric and kind. The last word amused him so. Kind. Ulquiorra couldn't afford to be kind. Being kind was the fastest way that could get someone killed in his line of work. So experiencing those types of feelings with her made her ever so special. Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling that he held for her, yet up until now, he had been like a statue, mute, even to his own beloved. He had not dared tell her how he felt exactly. He couldn't, at least not yet.

Even though it had been two years that they had been together, he had yet to tell her that he loved her. The most surprising part was that, she never badgered him about it, she never questioned him. Feeling pretty sure that she knew, by the way that he would gaze his green eyes upon her own brown ones…only an idiot would not see how much he cared. Those looks were reserved for private moments, never in public. Ulquiorra didn't want to risk anything happening to her. So he would treat her very casually around the guys and…him.

Continuing his sweet caresses, he began to pleasure her with his tongue. Carefully toying with her, teasing her, until her moans became louder and louder. And her raspy voice could no longer keep its discreetness she yelled his name at her point of climax. Slowly unwrapping himself from her confining legs, he returned to her awaiting lips and he devoured her with deep kisses. The heat between them still growing, he plunged his rod into her waiting flowering folds. Rocking within her, with a heated passion, their eyes took each other in with a great hunger. Their breaths became heavier and their movements became faster. Without thinking he said it, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I…love you!" Her eyes widened at his confession and she turned her head, looking at him intently for a moment, she kissed him hard as they both reached the release they hungered for. As his heart rate began to slow, only then did he realize what he had said to her. What he had wanted to say to her many times. Yet the fear or regret that he was expecting did not arise and he felt relief. What exactly had he feared, telling her something so true? Rejection? The sense of relief that he felt at knowing that she now knew exactly how he felt about her, made him feel at peace. He tenderly nibbled on her lips and inhaled her essence, the corners of his lips slightly lifting as he rested his forehead on hers. He sighed then rolled his body off of her as she followed him by placing her head on the spot on his shoulder that seemed to have been created just for her. She nuzzled even closer to his chest, "I believe I am now fully awake."

Ulquiorra was not a humorous man, he didn't express much emotion with many people, he couldn't afford to. Her face looked up at his with wonder at his soft laughter.

"About what I said…" the pale face serious again.

"I know." She interrupted him; her head rose and fell as it lay on his chest.

"I...meant it." They were silent for a long moment. Appreciating the reality of how their relationship just somehow deepened.

"I am hungry. What do you think we should make this morning?" she asked.

"Whatever you wish, it is not like I have a choice in the matter anyway. You seem to have taken over my kitchen."

"Ulquiorra, for today and today only…I'll make whatever you want." She giggled at their little on going joke. "I hope you know that I take full advantage at the fact that you seem to be the only one that likes my concoctions." Leaning up and propping her elbow against the bed she leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips. "Better make it quick or else I may change my miiiiind."

He tried to grab her as she jumped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. "Alright, I want an omelet…a normal one." She turned and glared at him then she let out a giggle.

She turned quickly to Ulquiorra's phone as it rang. "Better not answer it, I would like to have you for a full morning for once!" she said as she walked into the restroom to freshen up. Ulquiorra reached for the phone that sat on the night stand.

"I'll try to get myself out of their plans for today…Hello?"

Hisoka did her business, pulled a clean shirt on that fell below her hips and began brushing her teeth. She felt her heart swell once more as she remembered the words that she had secretly longed to hear for quite some time. Knowing what type of business he was in, he had always been careful as to how he presented himself to his "colleagues" and his boss. Always wanting everything to be perfect, she had let him lead the way of their relationship, only pushing in the direction where she needed him to be whenever possible. Yet she had never expected him to say that he loved her in such a fashion. The confession still burned in her ears and it radiated in her heart. She hoped that this would not affect his work and she would try her hardest to make sure it stayed that way. Letting herself feel the full extent of her heart's happiness for once, she closed her eyes and smiled.

She looked at the reflection in the mirror and was surprised to find sadness in her eyes. If only things were different. If only there was a way that they could be together forever, to never be torn apart. Yet deep in her heart, she knew. This…it wouldn't last long. Quickly brushing such negative thoughts away, she forced a smile on her face. Turning, she reached her arm out and opened the door, only to be met with a gun pointed at her head. She froze.

"Inoue Orihime." He said coldly. His green eyes were void of emotion. A chill ran up her spine. She had seen this look before, a look that frightened fully grown men and turned them into blubbering fools. The goose bumps made her body tremble as her pulse rate began to quicken. Shit! How the hell does he know?

"Uh, baby? You are scaring me…" She gave him her most wide-eyed and innocent look that she could muster.

"Don't play coy with me." His deep voice once again, emotionless. "FBI? You honestly think that I would not find out about you? I had the inkling of checking your resources many times and I kept telling myself that you were harmless so I kept putting it off. Turns out, you were the one after all. The informant."

Orihime slowly lifted her hands to show she didn't mean any harm. "Look I know that this looks bad, baby, but it's not what you think. Really…so please, put the gun down, okay?" She whispered and she silently prayed that he would listen to her. His hand didn't waver and he held it firmly against her forehead.

"Do not call me that. You fail to understand the gravity of this situation, Orihime." His voice seethed with anger as he said her name. They kept their eyes locked on each other, neither of them moving. The quiet in the room was heavy and it echoed any small noise made…the leaky drips from the bathroom faucet, the far away honking of a car horn and the heavy breathing that kept being expelled from the two individuals standing in the room as if frozen in time.

The phone in his hand rang which disrupted the intense moment and in a flash, Orihime took the opportunity and punched Ulquiorra's hand away from her face which caused the gun to fly across the room. With the quickness of a feline, she kicked him on the shin and quickly ran toward where the weapon had landed loudly on the hardwood floor.

Ulquiorra's surprise was evident at the sudden noise of the ringing device in his hand and he had made the mistake of glancing away from the wretched woman. The sharp pain shot up through his leg from the kick she had so happily given him that he fell across the floor. Without a second thought, he quickly spun and grabbed her ankle and pulled her down, just before she reached the gun. She tried to kick but his strong hands held on to her legs and he pulled her toward him, making her hands slip and her upper body fall backward. They continued to struggle until he pinned her with his legs and arms. Their hard breaths no longer full of passion but now held a mixture of emotions. Faces inches away from each other, their eyes held.

For the first time since knowing Ulquiorra, his eyes held anger toward her. She felt a pang of guilt palpitate through her heart; guilt and something else…worry? Why would she be worried? Had not the point of it all been to make him fall for her, to confide in her? So her team could finally reach the most important of the entire "Arrancar" mafia? Aizen Sousuke? Her heart felt heavy and her mind seemed suddenly clouded. She had to concentrate, she needed to get him to co-operate with her as much as possible. Maybe in the end…he would be spared. Maybe.

"Please, Ulquiorra, you need t-"

"Shut up!" Without raising his voice, he had managed to make her so.

"Why? Did I seem that easy of a target? What exactly about me did you see that made me look so easily manipulated?" he paused, "That was my private source that called me Hisok-…" his teeth gritted as he almost said her fake name, "and he confirmed to me that you had been lying to me. Lying about it all. Your dead brother, your life alone? No family? Everything was a lie. Even your name…Hisoka, it means secret, no? How fucking comical."

"I am so-" She didn't finish as he squeezed her arms with such force.

"You waited for me to feel this way, did you not? You waited for me to stupidly fall into your trap. What were you hoping that I do? Give you information? If so, then you are as stupid as I now think you are."

Even after saying such words, he doubted their validity. He had hoped to one day run away with her, he had imagined a house with a white picket fence, 2.5 kids and a dog. The very idea made him sick to his stomach now, yet still, having her so close to him continued to stir his deep unquenchable desire for her. Damn it! He thought, what was this power that she held over him? All this time, she had seemed to be the only one to truly understand him.

"Uquiorra, baby…Oh god, I'm sorry!" tears streamed down her eyes, "I lov-. I want you to know that-that, I lov-."

"Do NOT say those words to me, woman! Don't you dare say those words! You bitch! How could you betray me?" Torn between love and hate, Ulquiorra stared hard into her eyes, unable to come to a quick decision. He knew the very thing that his job demanded him to do and the idea of getting rid of her pained him.

"Please, Ulquiorra. Please listen to me…I- I am so sorry!" She paused, "Oh god, I-I want you to know that…that…this too shall pass." She couldn't say the words that she desperately wanted to say to him. Her team was listening and she couldn't bring herself to say them out loud, just how much she had come to love him. He rested his forehead against hers and shut his eyes with such force that it caused stars to explode within his vision when he once again opened them. As they focused once again on her, he swallowed hard and suddenly forced a kiss upon her. Her eyes widened and for a moment, her body tensed then it began to relax. She let out a cry as he parted his lips from her.

"Now that I know who you are, it will not be long until everyone else finds out…Orihime." His eyes softened, "that is why I cannot let you live. I cannot bear to know that someone will take you away from me." His hand quickly grasped the gun that lay close to their bodies. He rose and pointed it at her.

With tears in her eyes, she bit her lip and nodded. Yes, death sounded so much sweeter to her and being close to it, she now understood her feelings perfectly well. She would rather die now than to have to live without him.

Yet the sound never came, instead a crash of the door being smashed to pieces created another distraction, bodies flying through the window created another opportunity for Orihime to throw the man on top of her away from her body. She quickly scooted herself away from him as he began to be accosted by the number of agents that had now entered at her signal of rescue. This too, shall pass. The irony she thought, her feelings for this man, her love for him she hoped that…they too, should pass.

I am sorry it took so long to revise this, I just finished my finals and I am also going through a nasty break up and that effen sux.