Addicted

Rating: M

Summary: Orihime craved his desire. It was enough to drive her insane. The Fourth Espada was beginning to feel the same. Ulquihime

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story. :0(

Chapter 1

" Ul—Ulquiorra?"

It came as a small whisper. If the room hadn't been so silent, he would have missed it entirely. He turned, stiffly, and peered over his shoulder at the prisoner. His piercing green eyes took in the sad expression on her beautiful young face.

" What is it, woman?"

She hesitated. The woman was weak like that. Always concerned about meaningless things. His prisoner, Orihime, thought with her heart. Something he would never understand. After a moment's pause, she parted her luscious pink lips and spoke.

" Will… will you stay with me?"

That was not expected. He turned his entire form to face her. Inoue was biting her bottom lip, watching him expectantly with nervous eyes.

" It's just… I'm so lonely," she continued, almost desperately. " I need someone I can talk to. Please… you don't have to stay long."

The fourth Espada watched her eyes fall to the floor. Something red tinted her cheeks. Was she… blushing?

Without a word, Ulquiorra crossed the well-furnished cell slowly and sat beside her on the couch. His hands remained in his pockets, his head facing forward, but his eyes watching her… always watching.

The orange-haired beauty gave a soft sigh and pushed a lock of hair behind an ear. She turned to him, and almost out of nowhere, beamed with pride.

" Thank you so much, Ulquiorra! I really appreciate you taking time out of your day to do this for me!"

His eyes shifted for a second before returning to her.

" It's… my duty, woman."

She raised a hand in embarrassment and nodded. " Of course! I just meant… I didn't mean…"

He blinked. This was already becoming tiresome.

" Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."

Instantly his eyebrows rose. He hadn't expected to do much talking. Honestly, with this woman, he didn't think he'd have to.

Orihime fidgeted with her hands for a moment before continuing. " Do you… feel… anything?"

Her eyes watched him intently, searching for any sign of reaction. The stiff Espada showed none. Her eyebrows furrowed when he stared at her for what seemed like hours. Finally, he spoke.

" I feel bored of this conversation."

Orihime sighed in frustration, her face flushing madly. " I just… I only wanted to know if an Espada… could love?"

If she was looking for a reaction, she got it. His eyebrows rose and his green orbs seemed to grow in what appeared to be shock.

" Love?" He repeated, his monotone voice slipping slightly.

She nodded, her beautiful blue eyes growing with anticipation. Her gaze pierced through him, almost like a blade. For the first time since Ulquiorra had met her, he had a hard time keeping eye contact. He had to admit this woman was getting under his skin.

Ulquiorra turned his gaze forward and frowned.

" Foolishness."

Orihime watched as he stood, almost too quickly, and headed for the door. Before he exited, he turned to his prisoner.

" I'll bring you food in the morning, woman."

With that, the door slammed shut, echoing throughout the young woman's cell.

Orihime remained on the soft couch, her hands clasped together tightly. Her eyes were downcast as she desperately fought the urge to cry. The feelings that had developed over the past couple of weeks were only growing stronger. This need for Ulquiorra to notice her… to acknowledge her…

" To want me…"

The thought made her blush in shame. Tears filled Orihime's eyes and she let the sobs escape her lips. She feared she would never be anything but weak or trash in the eyes of the ones she loved.

She didn't know, however, that on the other side of the door, the fourth Espada stood listening to her emotional outburst. The rietsu she produced floated out of her cell and surrounded him like a thick cloud.

"Her rietsu… smells sweet", he thought, his face remaining stoney. "Just like her hair…"

Ulquiorra's eyes closed as if to block out that last thought. He knew this woman would be trouble the moment he laid his eyes on her. The past few weeks had been tiresome and disturbing. Things were happening… things inside him… things he'd never felt before.

His thoughts halted as Orihime's cries came to a stop. The rietsu she produced from her passionate outburst diminished, and he was left feeling cold and hollow again.

Ulquiorra listened for a moment longer and was content to hear her breathing heavily, indicating to him that she had fallen asleep. He looked down the hallway, making sure no one could see him. He was about to do something he already felt guilty about.

With upmost grace, the Espada entered Orihime's cell, making sure to remain completely silent. He took a few steps to the sofa and peered over her sleeping form. Words that would have described her in that instant were unknown to him. Words like beautiful, radiant, peaceful… All he knew was that something tugged at his chest when he watched her.

His eyes went from her sleeping face to follow the curves of her very ample chest. She lay on her side, so she managed to make them appear larger. Ulquiorra's mouth went dry as he noted momentarily that the room was getting chilly. Never had he been so fascinated than by watching this woman's nipples harden. It stirred something foreign in him. Something he couldn't grasp or understand. All he knew was that he had to leave before she bewitched him with any more of her girlish charms.

Once he was on the other side of her cell, he sighed deeply. Ulquiorra stood, deep in thought. He'd never felt this way over a female before. He'd never spent nights aching for another glimpse of a woman's figure. He'd never felt this strange fascination he had with her. It was all so maddening.

Ulquiorra glanced down the hallway to make sure nobody had seen him, and he continued with shame and confusion to his living quarters for the night.

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