Disclaimer: This is flash fiction (short stories under 300 words). I do not own Bleach or its characters.
Another date. Another night of faux relaxed arguing disguised under calm words and soft smiles. Another date Ulquiorra contemplated all the ways he could leave without causing a fuss. Another date with Miss Orihime Inoue. Their wine glasses clinked together, Orihime implying sweetly that he didn't need to be so uptight, he implying that she didn't need to drink anymore because she couldn't hold her liquor. The waitress complimented them when she came to take their orders that they were 'such a cute couple'.
And they smiled at her and thanked her and she kicked him under the table. He ordered seafood. She ordered meat. They ate and insulted each other without really saying anything and he complimented her. Once. Her dress looked good on her. She replied sweetly that it was typical of a man to notice her body. He didn't realize it was an insult until later.
As they stood and were paying she turned to him, a frown on her lips. "Why did we do this again?" She asked. Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow, arms halfway into his coat. "I don't have the faintest idea." He said with a shrug. At her apartment's door she turned, stood on her toes and kissed him. It lasted longer than he thought it would. "Oh," She breathed. "Again?" He asked, holding the door open. She strode pass him, hips swaying a little more than he remembered. "I'll call you." She said. He remembered now. It wasn't as bad as he thought.