His lips pressed softly like a butterfly's wingbeat up my arm. I flinched with red coating my cheeks from his touch as he progressed up all the way to my shoulder. Pausing for a moment, he lifted his lips from my arm and looked into my eyes. Those green orbs seemed to be analyzing my expression – they were so deep and brooding that goosebumps rose up on my skin. He was so beautiful – the moonlight that was pouring in through the window really complemented his milky complexion. It was almost as if there was an angel in my room, sitting on my bed with me holding my hand with his face incredibly close to mine.

"Are you sure you want me to continue?" Ulquiorra wondered, his voice low.

I nodded, "Y-yes. Of course I do."

"You're trembling." Ulquiorra observed. I hadn't noticed, but indeed I was quivering. My hand was seated in his, but I could still tell that I was shaking. I had to admit, I was nervous as hell. It had been a while since Ulquiorra had told me that he loved me, but only now have we decided to… 'do' anything. We didn't talk about it at all before this, but here we were – sitting on my bed together with little to no space in between us, the door closed behind us and the light turned off.

"It's n-nothing." I blushed, looking away from those eyes of his, "I've just never done anything like this before, OK?" It was rather embarrassing to admit that it was my first time, but men hardly gave me a second glance. Only Ulquiorra bothered to give me a chance.

"I admit, neither have I." Ulquiorra told me, which didn't really surprise me. He… it was hard to describe, but he was the obedient type – not the sort of type to philander or to have any promiscuous relationships with anyone. Even still, that was pretty attractive in its own right.

"Then it's a discovery for both of us." I whispered, pushing myself in closer toward him. I looked at his lips, tracing them with my shivering finger, "Just… I suppose you just do what feels necessary." As soon as I said that, I was suddenly pushed down onto the bed with Ulquiorra on top of me. I gaped up at him with blush burning its red tinge on my cheeks. Tenderly, he rubbed my face with the back of his hand.

"If that's the case," Ulquiorra began, "then I do not have to hold back any longer." With that, Ulquiorra brought his face down to mine, kissing me delicately on the lips. I had been longing for his lips forever – and finally they are on mine. He had been teasing me with his kisses on my hand and on my arm all this time, but now they were right where I wanted them. Holding his face in between my palms, I drew him in even closer than he was before and kissed him even harder back. Ulquiorra took one of his hands to reach into the inside of my shirt – his flesh running across mine.

We broke apart and I could clearly feel his hot breath on my cheeks as we caught our breath. His green eyes continued to analyze me, constantly checking my features as if he was trying to memorize everything about me. With his free hand, he traced my jaw so gingerly that if I didn't know any better than I would have thought there was a ghost touching me. It would appear that he was doing that to distract me because he quickly lifted my shirt up so it was just seated above my breasts, exposing my bra to him.

I turned a bright red as I felt myself twitch under his eyes, suddenly embarrassed, "Sorry, they aren't very big…," Ulquiorra quieted me down as he slipped his hand into my bra and squeezed my breast in his fingers. I moaned as Ulquiorra brought his mouth to my neck and lightly kissed it.

"They're perfect." He whispered, his sweat breath once again brushing its warm fingers across my tender, now very aware flesh. Ulquiorra brought his face down even lower until he came to my collarbone and sucked on the hollow space between the two of them. I couldn't stop a gasp from escaping my lips as I arched my back from how furiously he was sucking on that spot. I put my hands on the back of his head, lacing my fingers through his dark hair as I bit my lip to try not to moan too loudly even though I desperately wanted to. So that was what he meant by 'not holding back any longer' – he certainly wasn't relenting in the slightest.

He almost seemed to have to force himself away from that now red part of my body, but when he did, he ripped the collar of his shirt down. This revealed a hole similar to that of Grimmjow's right in the same spot he gave me a hickey. I also saw the number '4' tattooed on the left side of his chest. Despite him having a hole right there that I could clearly see through, I felt excitement shoot out to my fingertips as he placed his bare flesh back down on mine. Ulquiorra placed his tongue in the place between my ribs, tracing his tongue along the bone. I gasped, his warmth now flooding more effectively into my body. While he was doing that, his hand slipped down my body and to my jeans. I braced myself, stiffening unconsciously when his fingers breeched my panties. In the meantime, his face had made its way to my neck again. There, I could feel him take in a breath through his nose, causing my already fast paced pulse to move even faster.

"Relax." Ulquiorra commanded, not in a stern way – but kind and gentle, in fact. I listened to him, letting out a breath that I didn't realize until now that I was holding as I put my trust in him. When he noticed me physically relaxing, his hand that was halfway to my woman parts continued its course. I bit my lip, but remembered Ulquiorra's words and instead of bracing myself again, I took Ulquiorra who was kissing the underside of my chin and brought his face to mine again. I forced my lips onto his as his fingers had finally made it to my vagina. I moaned in our kiss as he forced some of his fingers into me. In and out, he pumped them into me and each time he did, the wetter I got. The sensation was almost too much, I felt as though my skin was on fire, which wasn't too far off because the smell of sweat and Ulquiorra's unidentifiable but enjoyable scent was filling my nostrils.

Once I had gotten pretty wet down there, Ulquiorra retrieved his fingers to pry at my jeans. After fumbling with them for a bit, he pull them down to reveal my rather unappealing undergarments. Blushing and lifting my knees up with embarrassment but was stopped when Ulquiorra put his hands on my knees and as I looked up at his eyes, I saw longing that I didn't realize was there before in his jade eyes. At first, he would stop and tell me whether or not I wanted to continue with what he was doing, but now – ever since he said he wasn't going to hold back – he had been giving me no chances if I wanted him to proceed or not. I was certainly fine with this development of his because it was unbelievably sexy.

"Trust me, Keiko." Ulquiorra murmured.

"I do." I replied back, letting my knees down which granted him access to my virgin nether regions. He hooked his fingers around my panties and inched them down my thighs. I watched with excitement as he discarded both my pants and my panties to the floor before grabbing my fat thighs. Ulquiorra didn't hesitate when he brought his face between my legs and began to lick the already wetted area. I gasped and moaned at the same time as I laced my fingers through his black hair. There was no amount of surprise in my body at how seemingly experienced he was at this – there was doubt in my mind that he hadn't done this before, but as an orgasm awoken my already heightened senses and dulled my thinking, I discarded that thought immediately.

Though as soon as the orgasm began to wane soon after it erupted, I felt something also course through my body. It wasn't pleasure, that much was sure – even though my body was full of ecstasy. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, but it was something akin to loss. Why would I feel that toward the end of an orgasm? What did it mean? Did it have to do with how I was doing this with Ulquiorra outside of marriage? I wasn't big on religion, but a part of me was thinking that maybe marriage was the best idea for the two of us – it'd make my parents happy; but who'd do the service? A medium? Unlikely. Then, if that wasn't what was bothering me, what was it? My stomach tied into a knot and I began to feel nauseous.

"Ulquoirra…," I groaned, but he didn't seem to hear me at first because I had to raise my voice a little the second time to get his attention when I continued, "Ulquiorra! Stop."

When I said the word 'stop', he immediately obeyed. With passionate, but confused eyes, he asked, "Is something amiss, Keiko?"

"No… it's just… I don't know…," I admitted running a hand through my now messy hair after getting into a sitting position. What was that? Why was it making me feel so dejected? Most likely sensing my distress as he always seemed able to do, Ulquiorra pulled himself against me, snaking a concerned arm around my bare waist.

"Did I displease you?" Ulquoirra wondered, which caused me to burn bright red.

"It's nothing you did! It's just… I felt… something; I don't know what it was, but it was strong and sudden – I don't know how to describe it." I sighed, now feeling drowsy all of a sudden. I held onto my head and, even though I didn't want to stop having these special moments with Ulquiorra, this feeling just seemed to hook into me worse than a summer cold, "I think I need some rest… I don't feel so good…,"

"…very well." Ulquiorra replied in his usual monotonous voice. Yet, in the time I had gotten to know him, I realized he had certain 'tones' to his monotone, if you can believe it. It's strange, but in this certain tone he just uttered, I could have sworn I had heard disappointment.

"Are you angry at me?" I inquired, desperate. I didn't want that to lie between us all night: Nearly having sex with him only to brutally pause right in the middle of it. Ulquiorra place his hand on my cheek, stroking it carefully.

"I could never be angry with you." Ulquiorra told me which caused me to smile but he ruined the mood when he added, "But, I must admit, there is some frustrated part of me that is wanting to finish what we started." The way he worded it was so like him: Straight to the point and devoid of subjectivity.

Embarrassed to even say it, but wanting him to feel a little bit better, I stuttered, "W-well… I guess tonight just wasn't the night, huh? Perhaps another time." It was worth the embarrassment because there was a hilarious hopeful glint in his seemingly emotionless eyes. It took every ounce of my willpower not to laugh at his eagerness.

"Indeed." Ulquiorra simply stated, as if that gleam in his eyes wasn't there at all. He removed himself from the bed and passed me my clothes, "If that is our current stand point, then we should hurry ourselves to bed." Rolling my eyes at him humorously with a grin, I put my panties back on but removed my shirt and bra in exchange for a long T-shirt that I actually had stolen off my dad to wear to bed. I wasn't exactly not ashamed of changing in front of Ulquiorra, but as I changed I put my back to him so he wouldn't see how pathetically tiny my breasts actually were without my bra.

When I had changed, I crawled into my bed where Ulquiorra followed me in. I cuddled up close to him and he smoothed the hair from my forehead to plant a soft kiss there. As he drew his arms tightly around me, I whispered a quick 'good night' to him then I closed my eyes, but when I did, thoughts of that feeling that had enveloped me during probably one of the worst times it could have popped into my head. What did it mean? Was it just my imagination? No – it couldn't have been… a bad feeling crept into my heart the more I thought about it. I didn't know what it meant or what it was for that matter…

…all I know is that it couldn't be anything good.