Even Though He Lies
"You're drunk again", she whispered to herself as she heard the front door of her apartment slam open. It was only a matter of time before he came stumbling into her room, vomiting all over himself and destroying her furniture, but she couldn't help but be used to him by now. The overwhelming stench, the horrors of cleaning up after him the next morning, they were all commonplace.
She sat up in her bed, not startled as her bedroom door swung open to reveal the outline of man. He slowly walked over to her, his footsteps dragging along as he tried to keep his balance.
"You're surprisingly coherent for being so drunk…" she mumbled, wanting to speak her mind but afraid what he would do back. He didn't hear her though, his body slumping over onto the bed next to her. He reached out, pulling the covers off of her body as he climbed over towards her.
"I love you."
She looked up as he spoke, her eyes softening as he lingered over top of her, his fingers finding their way to her side. His touch was never delicate, so when his fingers started traveling underneath her shirt he pushed hard, forgetting how he always ended up bruising her if he wasn't careful.
Not that he cared.
He leaned down, nipping at her neck and letting his teeth drag along her soft skin. She could feel him grinning as she responded to his advances, fully aware that there was nothing she could do against him. She couldn't escape him; she couldn't deny him.
"I love you too," she whispered, knowing he could care less about her answer. He only threw around the word love to make her happy. She knew his true love was her body, or for any woman's body. Hers just happened to be the most convenient.
Before she could let her thoughts wander off any further from the situation, she heard him gag next to her. She turned her face just in time to watch him fall onto his side, a stream of puke coming out onto her comforter just before he passed out.
"I guess I'll have to wash it again."
XO
He hated waking up with a massive headache, and he hated waking up with a massive headache while someone was making noise. There was nothing better at ruining a morning than a ton of noise. Did people have no consideration for the people trying to sleep? Honestly, how could they be so rude?
"Would you fuckin' quite down in there?" he yelled, his arm reaching out to find a pillow to cover his head with. He pulled one over, immediately noticing the flowery smell that bombarded his nose.
"Why do my pillows smell like flowers?" he mumbled, not having much time to think before the door to the bedroom swung open.
"Ah, Grimmjow, you're awake!" a cheery voice came. He immediately sat up, regretting he did as another headache shot through his skull.
"FUCK!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you I just wanted to ask if you were hungry because I'm making breakfast but oh my goodness I'm sorry!" the voice said quickly.
It didn't take him long to discern who the voice was. He should have known from the beginning considering he always seemed to end up there. He opened his eyes, reaching out for the glass of water and Motrin waiting on the nightstand next to him. It was always there waiting for him.
"I'm fucking starving," Grimmjow answered, his eyes finally able to withstand the bright light to look around the room, "what're you makin'?"
"Egg sandwiches!" she announced, a huge smile forming across her face, "Because I know you love them." She smiled wider as he gave her a smirk, his arms crossing in front of his bare chest. She turned around, probably remembering she was in the process of cooking before he had yelled at her.
He stood up out of her bed, noticing the comforter was missing yet again. He must have had a crazy night last night. Not that he could remember of course, but crazy nights for him usually ended with him getting laid or passing out. Judging by the fact only his shirt was missing, he must have only passed out.
How disappointing.
He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter where she was cooking. She turned to him and smiled briefly before concentrating on not burning the eggs she was making for him. He continued watching as she scurried around the stove, making sure she cooked it evenly before placing it on toast for him.
"All done!" she announced, proud of her creation. "I didn't put red bean paste on it, because I know you say you hate red bean paste. I still think you should give it a try. I mean it's quite delicious… that or wasabi… that's quite a toss-up for me… they're both delicious…"
"You're rambling."
"Sorry."
She watched as he picked the sandwich off the plate and took a large bite out of it. He knew her eyes were widening in anticipation to see if he liked it. "It's delicious," he reassured her, wondering why she always looked so scared he wouldn't like it. As long as she didn't add that weird shit to her food he didn't have a problem with it.
Plus it was free.
"I'd rather eat you though," he whispered seductively, dropping his meal onto her countertop before grabbing her shoulders roughly. He pushed her back towards the opposite side of the kitchen, lifting her up by her thighs to set her on the surface of the counter. "You should have changed out of your night gown. You were trying to tempt me weren't you?"
She shook her head no, her voice stuck in the back of her throat as she tried to keep herself from moaning as his hands traveled up her thighs. "I… I… just didn't want… to… wake… you…" she said between breaths.
"Like banging your fuckin' pots around didn't wake me up?" He smirked as her blush grew darker, wondering if it was from either from the comment or from his fingers rubbing against her clit. He didn't really care. "Mm, I can tell you want me. You're so wet." His voice had become husky, his grip tightening on her waste to keep her from squirming out of his grip.
She wanted to push him away and tell him to stop using her. She wanted to tell him he was an asshole and she was sick and tired of his games. In her head, she was strong enough to do so, but as soon as she looked at him she became putty in his hands. When he touched her she never stood a chance, her body craving his attention. She loved him.
He didn't love her.
She reached down and undid his belt buckle and fumbling to undo the zipper. He was pressing hard against her in anticipation, his eyes lighting up as she took the initiative. Her hand reached down below the waistline of the jeans. He groaned when her fingers brushed against his tip.
"Orihime," he said through clenched teeth, trying not to let her get the best of him. He slid his jeans down, placing his member at her entrance, "I fucking love this position."
He was never gentle. He slammed into her, causing her to let out a scream mixed with both pain and pleasure. There was not time to adjust to his tempo, his member continuously pounding into her despite her cries for him to slow down.
He held her wrists against the cabinets behind her when she started scratching at his back. "You're so tight," he said just before biting into the junction of her neck and collarbone. She let out another scream, her head rolling back away from the pain. He didn't let up, enjoying how her body pressed harder against him when he bit down on her, making sure to lick up the wound he had inflicted so it sent tingles throughout her body.
"Scream, bitch, scream," he ordered, slamming into her harder to make his command more effective. She was screaming, her body trembling and shaking as he relentlessly pounded into her, but her voice was giving out as her body began to reach its climax.
"Gri… Grimmjow!" she yelled, her whole body convulsing as her vision became blurred white. Her arms fell limp and her shoulders slumped as a sudden wave of exhaustion came over her. A few thrusts later Grimmjow soon followed her, his torso slumping towards her after her released inside her.
"God, you're so tight," he groaned, not pulling out from her quite yet. "It's fucking amazing." He stepped away, pulling up his pants and grabbing the sandwich she'd made for him. "You always give me the bests breakfasts', love."
She didn't look up as he walked out of the kitchen, probably to go retrieve his shirt out of the laundry room to see if it was missing because she had washed it. It was just like every other morning when he came to visit her drunk, and just like every other morning he was walking back into the kitchen, fully dressed with a half-eaten sandwich in his hand.
"I gotta go now, love," he said almost as if he was trying to be affectionate. "Let me know what you're up to tonight." He picked up the key he'd left on the counter from the night before, pocketing it before he walked out the door.
She never was brave enough to ask him to stay. She never was brave enough to ask for him to give her back the key to her apartment. She couldn't though, because if he had that key he was more likely to come in and visit her then to go off and sleep with some other girl. She would rather have a thousand sleepless nights then to imagine him sleeping somewhere else.
She wasn't dumb enough to believe he wasn't sleeping other places though, but she always wanted to be an option available to him whenever.
She finally looked up, her grey eyes staring at the closed door in hopes she would come back through it.
"Happy birthday to me."
XO
"Orihime!" Rangiku squealed as her friend walked through the doorway. "You were almost late to your own party! How could you do such a thing? Now hurry in, hurry in! Everyone has been waiting for you. You can't be late for your own birthday!"
Orihime couldn't help but smile at her friend's pushy antics, despite the fact it was probably brought on by the woman's alcohol intake. She was always like that back during their first year of college when they were roommates. Funny, it seemed so long ago when it was really only two years earlier.
The busty blonde pushed the birthday girl forward through the large doors of the hotel, linking arms with her to lead her towards the ball room that would be holding the party. "Now listen here, there are soooooo many people, but you gotta be on the lookout 'cause there's one person and he's an extra special surprise."
Orihime could only nod, not sure whether or not her blonde friend actually knew what she was talking about. Rangiku had the tendency to be delusional whenever she started drinking extensive amounts of sake.
After a short walk, they reached the ball room, and with a shove of the doors Orihime was at the entrance to the gigantic crowd.
"Happy Birthday!" they all yelled, random people whistling and making cat calls jokingly. She hadn't expected there to be so many people. Everyone she had ever met since high school had to be there. Heck, even earlier than that.
She was relieved she wasn't rushed all at once by the crowd though, only Rukia and Renji directly making their way towards her.
"You made it!" Rukia squealed, her cheeks tinted a light pink showing she had consumed a little too much alcohol. "And you look astonishing! I mean… astounding… or is it amazing? Is astounding a bad thing?" She looked over to her fiancé, a small pout forming on her lips, "Am I insulting the birthday girl?"
"No," he answered simply, turning his attention back to Orihime. "You do look very nice."
"Thank you," she responded, flattered by the compliments. She was quite proud of her teal dress, considering it was the only dress she owned in his favorite color. Not to mention the low cut and tight material to show off her curves, just in case he happened to show up at her party.
She doubted it.
"Drink this!" Rukia offered, holding out a strong smelling drink to Orihime. "It's your birthday! You need to lighten up! You're finally 21, woohoo!" The small woman was spinning in circles, stumbling back into her fiancé when she lost her balance. "I love celebrating!" she shouted, her voice lost in the chatter of the crowd.
"We can all tell," Rangiku giggled, turning her gaze back to Orihime. "Now back to you missy! Drink your drink! Live life on the edge for once!"
Trying not to smell the strong stench, she drank it.
XO
She didn't really find being drunk all that enjoyable. It was so hot once you got drunk, and everything just became so blurry, and she could tell she was really having a good time… but then she would all of the sudden feel sick.
She also didn't like the fact it reminded her of Grimmjow. If it wasn't for that, she wouldn't be sitting against the wall wishing he could have bothered to show up at her birthday party. She wouldn't think of all those nights he came storming into her house at three in the morning with the smell of sake on his breath. She wouldn't be thinking of how he always told her he loved her when he was drunk, and how he'd whisper sweet nothings into her ear until the effects wore off from the night before.
How could she fall for his tricks every single time?
She didn't realize she had started crying until a voice called out to her, "Inoue?"
She looked up to see a blurry face topped with a bright tuft of orange hair. "Kurosaki-kun?" she questioned. She tried standing up, only to be caught by his strong grip when her knees started giving out from under her. "You were in America studying medicine," she stated, the blurriness she was battling earlier seeming to disappear as she sobered up to the man in front of her. "You're here?"
"I'm here," he responded, pulling her up so she was leaning her back against the wall. "I'm not leaving again."
She stared at him confused and unsure of how to react. He had been her first love, her everything, until he just up and left one day to go study in America to be a doctor. Why was he back now? Just when everything in her life had become complicated enough, why did he have to return?
"I'm not leaving again, Orihime," he stated again, letting his fingers reach up to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I won't leave you again."
His hands were so gentle as he cupped her face. He was always so gentle with her, like she was a fragile flower that he was afraid of breaking. "You look beautiful. Can you say something? You're making me nervous…"
"I've missed you," she whispered, "and thank you." She didn't know what else to say. Was she happy he was back? Was she happy he was leaning and gently kissing her with those lips she hadn't tasted in years?
Almost.
He pulled away just in time for her to see the flash of teal behind him. Her eyes widened as the man looked at her, his hands in his pockets, his eyes staring at her without any expression. He titled his head to the side slightly before turning on his heel and walking into the crowd.
She had hoped to see a tinge of jealousy, anger, or some sort of emotional reaction, but all he had given her was a blank expression void of emotion. He had just looked at her like he could care less what she was doing and who she was kissing.
She was just a toy.
She turned her attention back to the man in front of her, "Ichigo," she said softly before leaning in and giving him another kiss. "I've missed you."
XO
Well, I probably shouldn't start another story when I have so many unfinished ones, but I really don't want to work on them while my writing skills are rusty. So, instead, I'm writing THIS story in order to hopefully get my writing skills in check! I shouldn't have stopped for over a year -_- silly silly me! Well, I hope this wasn't too horrible. Sorry if something didn't end up making sense! Please review :)
