Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in anyway but am inspired by the work created by Tite Kubo

Author's Note: I've had this Grimmjow/Orihime short story rolling around in my brain for a while. Characters more than likely OOC but this is just a fun(?) piece I wanted to get out of my brain. Was going to be a one shot but I think it's a bit too long so I split it into two chapters. Hope you enjoy it!

Hit'em Where it Hurts

Chapter 1

By: Bleachfanficfanatic

It had been two years since the end of the Winter War and things were settled back in Karakura, Soul Society and Hueco Mundo. The biggest change was the treaty between Soul Society and Hueco Mundo. Once the tide had turned against Aizen the arrancars saw a means to freedom if they joined on the side of the shinigami. Most of this influence came from one person: Orihime Inoue. Because of her uncanny ability to befriend almost anyone she'd won alliance from the most unlikely of creatures.

Once the war was done and the worlds had put their respective pieces back together the arrancars were given a choice to stay in Hueco Mundo or they could join Soul Society or even stay in the Living World if they maintained a low spiritual signature. If they got out of line and broke the terms of the treaty they would be shown no mercy. With Tia Harribel and Ulquiorra Cifer in charge of Hueco Mundo the likelihood of disobedience was minimal.

Despite this agreement there was one person who still held a grudge itching to be vindicated: Grimmjow JeagerJacques. He'd never gotten the rematch to the death he wanted against Ichigo Kurosaki and now because of the treaty he would have to find another way to exact his revenge. Sure, they sparred every once in a while just to get their aggression for each other out of their systems but Grimmjow wasn't satisfied.

"I wanted to rip his fucking heart out and eat it," he growled to Szayel Grantz one day while the two were in Urahara's lab. Having two almost mad scientists in one location proved for interesting dinner conversation amongst the various allies living in Karakura.

Szayel nodded absentmindedly while he observed some test tubes. Standing back up to write his notes he commented, "Perhaps you just need to find another way to inflict pain to his heart."

"Oh and how the fuck would I do that?" snapped the bluenette.

"Just take a moment to observe Grimmjow, I'm sure your devious mind will come up with something. But be careful not to cause any permanent damage, we wouldn't want to have the treaty broken now would we?"

"Shit, sometimes I think this is a worse dog collar than the one Aizen had on us," growled out the former Sexta but he nevertheless decided to take the former Eighth's advice and observe Kurosaki to see if he couldn't figure out a way to really get to him.

He found his answer not too many days later. Ichigo had shown up to spar with Grimmjow and as they were fighting both males sensed the entrance of another person to the underground. Pausing momentarily in their clash of swords they turned to see Orihime descending the ladder to the underground.

"Inoue," called Ichigo, "What are you doing here?"

"Hi Kurosaki-kun, Grimmjow-san!" Grimmjow smirked at her honorific for him but elected not to correct her for the time being.

The shinigami had flash stepped over to her location to talk to her when Grimmjow remembered the pink hair's advice and he began to observe. He couldn't hear what they were saying from the distance he was at but the body language told him plenty. He saw the gorgeous orange hair smiling brightly as she spoke then shyly tucking her hair behind her ear while shifting her feet. She was a ball of nervous energy talking to the tall shinigami who stood with his sword slung over his shoulder, nonchalance emanating from his person.

Watching the girl was much more interesting though. She was wearing a short black skirt, thigh high black stockings and black shoes along with a tight, form fitting turquoise top that set off her hair brilliantly. How Kurosaki didn't have a boner looking at her he didn't know because his hakama was certain feeling tighter the longer he watched her. Grimmjow had always thought she was a sweet piece of ass but had never acted upon his impulses because he knew Aizen would have killed him for touching her.

When all was said and done with the war Grimmjow had found other women to indulge in his sexual needs and the girl had momentarily faded from his mind.

However, when he saw the look on Kurosaki's face, the one he thought no one had seen Grimmjow knew exactly how to hit him where it would hurt the most. The boy, no matter how old he was he was still a boy to the centuries old arrancar, was very clearly interested in the girl but for some reason wasn't doing anything about it.

"Che, probably too much of a pussy to try to get into hers," he thought smugly. He could kill two birds with one stone: devastate Kurosaki and have the opportunity to nail the girl he lusted after every fucking day she was at Las Noches.

"Have a nice chat with your girlfriend?" he asked as Ichigo resumed his position opposite him.

"Girlfriend? Inoue isn't my girlfriend," the shinigami countered but Grimmjow could tell he was flustered just by the insinuation that she was. It almost made him laugh out loud but he wanted to play his cards right so he merely commented, "Hmmm, could have fooled me with the way you were eye fucking each other."

"What?! Inoue, isn't like that! It wasn't like that! She wanted to train but I told her not with us, you're too much of a loose cannon and I don't want her to get hurt!"

"Sure, sure Kurosaki, whatever you say. Let's get back to it you pansy."

Their swords clashed again this time with more murderous intent from both sides. Grimmjow ended up with a pretty nasty slash to his arm and abs and when he couldn't properly defend Kurosaki called an end to it.

"Should have had the chick stick around Kurosaki, could use some fucking healing," growled out blue hair.

"That's not all she's good for, plus you have regeneration!" shouted Ichigo not liking the idea of Grimmjow near Inoue.

"Calm down asshole, I'm not going to hurt her, why would I? You know she's healed me before back when we were enemies!"

"Tch, that's because she was ordered to you bastard."

"Says you Kurosaki, you still have no fucking clue about what went on in Hueco Mundo and Las Noches do you? Have you even asked her?"

Ichigo's silence was enough of an answer making the espada chuckle, "Wow, it's a sad day when I see how fucked up that is."

"She probably doesn't want to talk about it! I just…shit, why am I even talking to you about this? It's none of your concern!"

"Whatever," muttered Grimmjow and made his way out of the underground.

He sonído'd to Orihime's new apartment and knocked on the door. When she opened it her eyes widened slightly but she still smiled.

"Grimmjow-san, what-" she gasped when she saw his injuries and dragged him inside, flustering over his wounds, "Oh my goodness, let me heal you." She called forth her fairies and soon he was feeling like a million bucks.

"Thanks princess," he muttered. Normally he wouldn't be so polite but he figured if he wanted his plan to work he was going to have to work for it. He didn't want to take her by force, that wouldn't serve his purposes at all. He wanted her begging him for what Kurosaki wouldn't give her. He knew, better than most, she wasn't the same ditzy, childlike girl she'd been when she first went to Hueco Mundo. He could see in her eyes and even smell on her a desire for intimate connection but the dumbass known as Ichigo Kurosaki was too blind to see it. She was ripe for the picking and Grimmjow was in the mood for some sweet, sweet fruit.

She seemed surprised at his gratitude but before she could question it he strode forward and made himself at home on her couch. Orihime was too polite to ask him to leave and truthfully she didn't mind his company. Despite his brashness and violent tendencies they'd had a tentative connection established in Hueco Mundo when she'd healed his arm and he'd saved her from the attack made on her by Loly and Menoly.

There was a moment of silence before Grimmjow broke it, "So, Kurosaki tells me you stopped by today to spar but he wouldn't let you?"

He grinned when he saw her face darken slightly and her tiny hand fist up. Oh yes, this was already going very well in his favor.

"Kurosaki-kun doesn't believe in me, doesn't understand…"she trailed off but then asked brightly, "Would you like some tea Grimmjow-san?"

"Sure princess and you can drop the san shit, just call me Grimmjow," he replied as she made her way to the kitchen. There was silence again as she brewed the tea. When it was completed she made her way back to the living room and sat down next to the Sexta setting down two cups of tea.

They drank for a moment before Orihime spoke again, "I don't understand it Grimmjow. I mean, I can fight now but I need to get better in case something else happens. I…I'm not the same and I don't think he understands that or he doesn't want to see it. He doesn't…see me."

Grimmjow took in her words trying to figure out to use them to his advantage. Chuckling darkly he placed his cup back down on the table before looking at her, "Do you know what I see when I look at you?" She shook her head.

"I see a fucking hot woman who put in place creatures who could have killed her ten times over. You don't need his permission to spar, at least not with me. If you want to spar, I'll do it with you, no problem."

She'd blushed slightly at his crude compliment but smiled nonetheless when he told her he would spar with her.

"Really? Could we maybe go tomorrow?" she asked bouncing excitedly. Grimmjow usually found her exuberance annoying but the resulting movement of her chest was worth dealing with the peppiness.

Leaning forward he clasped a piece of her hair, trailing it through his fingers as he purred, "Sure princess, come by tomorrow night, I'll be waiting for you." He didn't fail to hear the slight hitch in her breath nor the bright flush to her cheeks at his proximity to her and the suggestive nature of his words. Smirking he lifted himself off the couch and walked out her door.

The next day crawled by but Grimmjow spent most of it sleeping since he was by nature a creature of the night. Soon enough it evening and he was in the underground waiting for Orihime. She arrived around eight o'clock clad in tight black workout pants, sneakers and navy blue t-shirt. Her hair was pulled up in a tight twist with her hairpins secured to temples holding her bangs back.

"Hi Grimmjow!" she exclaimed happily. He gifted her with a feral grin that would send any normal human running for the hills but this silly girl ran straight toward him.

"Like a lamb to the slaughter," he muttered to himself jumping down from the boulder he'd been sitting on.

"Hey there princess, you ready to get started?" he asked smoothly cocking an eyebrow at her.

"Hai, I'm ready to train Grimmjow-sensei!" she laughed.

"It's sensei now?"

"Well you are kind of acting like my teacher," she countered hesitantly.

"Tch, I'm not teaching you shit, you know how to do this, remember? Now, get in position over there," he pointed. She backed up to the spot he indicated and readied herself.

The next moment Grimmjow was rushing forward drawing Pantera from his sheath. Orihime didn't hesitate, "Santen Kesshun!" Her shield flashed up blocking the attack. The next moment Tsubaki flew out from the center and clipped Grimmjow's cheek.

"Nice move," he said in spite of himself. "What the hell, I don't compliment people!" he thought irritated before sonidoing behind her but she anticipated the move and ducked as he swung again.

"Koten Zanshun!" she shouted sending her angry sprite after him again. He slammed against Pantera before flying back to her hairpin. Before Grimmjow could counter she sent him out again, this time directing him with her arms, swiping left, right, up and down, making contact from time to time.

Finally Grimmjow caught him in a direct hit distracting Orihime and making it possible for him to close the distance between them. Suddenly he was at her back, arm wrapped across her chest clenching her shoulder and Pantera lightly pressed against her neck.

"I win this round princess," he breathed into her ear and he felt her shiver. "Hehe, this is going to be too easy," he chuckled in his mind. He could feel her heavy breathing and guessed it wasn't only from their recent physical exertions.

Orihime was feeling quite flustered and it irritated her. Here she was, in the arms of a former enemy supposed to be training and all she could think about was wishing he would just keep holding her, sword or no sword. "What is wrong with you Orihime? You're supposed to be in love with and faithful to Kurosaki-kun," she thought as she worked to gain her composure.

But the truth of the matter was Orihime was getting tired of him still seeing her as a silly girl he had to protect. She wanted him to see her as a woman, because that was what she was now. She didn't know if maintaining a false perception of her made dealing with his guilt better but she for one was sick of it. But the man behind her, he knew better, he treated her differently.

"What's the matter princess, giving up so soon," Grimmjow's purring voice brought her back to the present and she frowned. No way was she giving up!

"Santen Kesshun!" she shouted and her shield popped up between them shoving Grimmjow away from her but the movement caused him to nick her throat. "Soten Kishun," she called next healing herself as she put distance between herself and her opponent.

Grimmjow was slightly impressed. When he realized he'd accidently nicked her he thought she'd panic but she calmly healed her injury while going on the offense again because out came Tsubaki again.

He was moving faster in tighter arches making it harder to dodge them. Because she wasn't putting her full resolve in he wasn't causing much damage but the fact that she was even able to hit him was surprising to the arrancar. She had indeed increased her skills considerably.

"Santen Kesshun, imprison sphere," she shouted and suddenly Grimmjow found himself encased in a glowing orb of power. He slammed Pantera against it but it held fast. With wide eyes he realized she was slowly closing it in upon him. When he'd been almost completely shoved into a fetal position she smiled, "Second round goes to me." He almost laughed at the cocky look on her face.

"Alright princess, tie game, now let me the fuck out of here."

Giggling she did as he said and he rushed forward making her squeal in protest as he slammed her against a boulder. He'd been careful to not hit her too hard but just enough to take a little wind out of her sails. With his sword at her throat again and face extremely close to hers he sneered, "Third round goes to the victor, I win."

"No fair Grimmjow, I wasn't ready," she pouted. He was tempted to grab her lip with his teeth but knew he wasn't there yet with her.

"What's that human saying I've heard so much? Oh yeah, all's fair in love and war," he murmured. Her cheeks flushed crimson but she didn't say anything.

"That's enough for tonight princess, you did good," he said removing his sword from her throat but he hadn't stepped away from her yet, just enjoying the sensation of towering over her while she looked up at him with those doe grey eyes of hers. Her breathing had increased again, partially from the suddenness of his attack and from the nearness of their bodies.

Finally he took a step back and she took a deep breath. As she began to walk away he grabbed her wrist and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Next time we'll work on your…stamina." She shot her eyes to his and for a millisecond she thought he was going to kiss her, but what surprised and frightened her a little was that she wouldn't have minded if he had. Grimmjow, though, merely released her wrist and she proceeded forward to the ladder.

Their training sessions continued over non-consecutive days and each time while Orihime was getting better and better Grimmjow was slowly working down her defenses sexually. He knew she wanted it but she was still unsure of herself. Her innocence had been tainted in Hueco Mundo but she maintained just enough of it for her to not take the first step. Plus, she was a traditionalist; to her the male makes the first move. But, if she were honest with herself, Grimmjow was making plenty of moves on her.

A touch of her cheek there, lingering hand holding after helping her up from the ground, and prolonged embraces during the times he was able to pin her whether it be against the floor, the wall or himself. She found herself addicted to his spicy masculine scent and could barely stop herself from inhaling deeply every time they were in close enough proximity to each other.

Grimmjow was aware of her struggle, both because he was watching her so intently but also because he could sense her desire in her reiatsu. It was impossible for her to hide it completely, especially from someone like him. The longer this game went on the more he found it difficult to hold himself back from just taking her but despite his impulsive nature he could be a patient man when he wanted. Plus, this was reminding him how much he loved the thrill of the chase.

One day after training particularly hard both needed some healing which Orihime took care of. The next instant Grimmjow raised his eyebrows when she asked, "Um, Grimmjow, would you like to come over for dinner? You know, as a thank you for helping me train?"

He smirked, "Sure princess, sounds great." He knew about her odd cooking but wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to be with her alone…in her home…where her bed was. For some reason he felt this was the night, the night he'd been waiting for and he was going to do everything he could to not mess it up.