It's only been three months since the war with Aizen has ended and they haven't been together long. They're total opposites and yet what do they mean to each other? Or rather, what does Orihime mean to Grimmjow?

Soft Spot

She fiddled with her fingers as she sat on the couch in the front of the warm fireplace in the dark living room waiting for him to come home. Orihime was worried sick about Grimmjow. It was super late; it was three in the morning. Grimmjow had promised her that he would be home hours ago.

Orihime had called all her friends and found out that no one knew where her mate had disappeared to. She was about sick to her stomach with anxiety.

Orihime jumped to her feet and ran to him and threw her arm around Grimmjow's lean tall frame when he finally came through the front door. "What the hell are you doing woman," Grimmjow asked irritabily.

"Hugging you," Orihime answered. "I was worried about you," She stated. Orihime stood on her tip-toes to kiss him. She looked at him surprised and confused when Grimmjow grabbed her arms a little too firmly and pushed her back. "What's wrong?" She wondered.

"I'm sick of you touching me and making a big deal out of me coming home late," Grimmjow growled.

"I was worried about you, Grimmjow," Orihime told him.

"Yeah, so what?"

"So, don't you think the least you can do is say 'sorry'?"

"Why should I?"

"I just told you, twice, why, Grimmjow," Orihime said. Tears were starting to fill her eyes. "Don't you even care that I thought that you may not come back? That I though you left me and went back to Hueco Mundo? I was beginning to think..." Orihime couldn't finish. She ran out of the room, rushed into the bathroom, and locked the door.

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. He started to go to the kitchen to get a beer when his attention perked up when he smelled blood. He heard deep sobbing coming from the bathroom. Grimmjow was confused when he felt a heavy pang of guilt against his empty chest when he continued to listen to her crying.

He went to the bathroom and knocked, "Hime..." There was no answer. "Hime, I know you're in there. Open the door."

"No," Orihime finally said.

"Open the door, now," Grimmjow told her.

"Why should I?" She wondered.

"I want to talk to you, kitten," Grimmjow answered.

Orihime sniffled with a whimper and unlocked the door. Grimmjow went in. He sat down in front of her. "Hime, you're not cutting are you?" He asked.

"No," Orihime shook her head. Grimmjow saw her slyly trying to cover up a huge band-aid more on her wrist.

Orihime whimpered when Grimmjow took her right hand and pushed up her sleeve. He saw the band-aid. He slowly pulled it off and saw a deep large cut. Orihime shrank back when Grimmjow looked at her. But there was no anger in his eyes.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" He asked her. He sighed when she started crying again. "Hime, c'mon, talk to me."

"It's what I get for being a idiot and not the mate you want."

"Hime, what makes you think that you're not the woman I want?"

"I..."

"Kitten, there's no other woman than you. You're the only woman," Grimmjow told her, "If I didn't..." He brushed Orihime's hair out of her face. He let her climb into his lap and hug him. He hugged her to him and held her. "I love you," He purred against her ear.

I love you too," She hugged him tighter. "Please don't leave. I'm sorry," Orihime sobbed.

"Shut up, kitten" Grimmjow told her gently. "Don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong. Just stop this cutting shit," He tenderly ran a thumb over Orihime's cut.

"Okay." She slowly closed her eyes and listened to sound of the deep rumbling, which sounded like purring, Grimmjow was making in his chest to soothe her.

FIN