Nurse Love

A One-Shot by CosmicPantera

A/N: Just a very short One-Shot between Orihime and Grimmjow, I came up with it while doing sketches of Orihime earlier and thought I'd write it down. It's also a celebration, Yay! My computer is working (for the moment) so I'm resuming work on Chapter three, which is coming along smoothly (sort of).

Enjoy, it's not real detailed but you get the story-point idea.

"Hello? You're not changing are you?" a voice asked at the purple cloth draped over the entrance to her room.

"No, come in." Orihime smiled.

Grimmjow walked in glancing around at the walls and took a seat where he normally did, on her bed, which was just a mattress on the ground.

Orihime looked forward to Grimmjow's visits, he was the only one in all of Las Noches that would come to visit her just to talk, not because of anything else.

"So, any news of… Ichigo?" she asked, sitting at the foot of his bed.

"Look, Orihime, I know I told you I'd give you updates as soon as I get them, but honestly, I haven't heard anything since the last time I talked to you." he admitted.

It was shortly after he and Ichigo had fought, and Ichigo finally won that Orihime healed him and they were both put on security watch.

"Ulquiorra…" she began.

"Look, I haven't seen Ulquiorra since last time either, trust me I'm just as anxious as you are." He said honestly.

"But for different reasons." She said, and hugged herself, looking down at her legs.

Grimmjow crawled over to her and placed his hands on her knees.

"Hey, don't worry about Ichigo… if he beat me in release mode, then he can trounce any of these Espada." Grimmjow said, attempting a smile.

"But if he meets Aizen…" Orihime said, tears welling up.

Grimmjow sighed and pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sobbed into his bare chest, he felt her breath on his nipples and stifled a growl.

"What did I say? I wasn't going to get physically involved with her, she's too innocent." He thought.

"I think about it… I think what if we all die here… what if that's our whole lives' purpose just to die here, in this horrible place!" she cried and collapsed on the mattress, curling her knees to her stomach.

Grimmjow traced her curves with his eyes and licked his lips, shook his head and laid down beside her, pressing his body against hers and putting his arm over hers so his hand dangled only inches from her breast.

She sniffed and looked at him, with a light smile.

"You're the only nice thing about this place… you're my only friend here, I love you, Grimmjow!" she cried and turned towards him and pressed herself hard against him in a hug.

He froze and his eyes widened, she opened hers, noticed, and pulled away a bit.

"Wait, Grimmjow I didn't mean that…" she began but he put his finger to her lips.

"Yes you did, you meant every word, including the parts you didn't want to say aloud." He said and she looked away, blushing.

He moved so that half of him hovered over her and moved her so she was on her back.

"Scared yet?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"No…" she whispered.

He lowered his lips a centimeter away from her lips and put one hand on her stomach.

"Now?" he whispered.

"N-no…" it was barely audible.

Her hand slipped behind his head and he leaned down to her face, grabbing her other hand in his. Their lips met, their eyes closed and their tongues engaged in fierce war with each other. Grimmjow lifted slowly out of the kiss and smiled.

"Scared now?"

"No… but…" Orihime said nervously.

"A little turned on?" he suggested shrewdly.

"I just… I want you." She whispered, eyes still closed.

"I want you too." He whispered and unbuttoned her tunic, opening it and revealing her breasts, which fell out like prisoners being released.

He put his head down to the left nipple and sucked it lightly, then began to rub in with his left hand, teasing it as his mouth devoured the right one. Replacing his mouth with his hand he turned back to the left one and flicked it repeatedly with his tongue, causing Orihime to give out a nice solid moan. He repeated this technique until he could see her wetness through the dress and slipped it off of her, gently running his claws down her stomach and legs.

"Please… Please…" she begged.

He obliged, and lowered his head to her clit, then began gently licking it. He gently rubbed his tongue against her, then flicked it vigorously, making her cry out and grab his hair with her hand.

"Just… do it, please…" she pleaded, gripping the pillow hard with her other hand.

Grimmjow slipped out of his pants and teased the entrance for a little then slowly pushed his way inside. He ignored Orihime's tears and pumped his hips until she was rocking with his movements and her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.

"More, more…" she pleaded.

He gritted his teeth and gripped the top of the mattress, then began to pump twice as fast and much deeper, Orihime sank her nails into his shoulders and screamed as she came. Grimmjow roared as he came but still continued to thrust in and out and in and out until they both reached their second climax at the same time. Grimmjow rolled over and Orihime fell asleep sobbing with pain, regret, confusion and pleasure. The Espada buttoned his pants and left the chambers, only to be met outside by another Espada.

"That was in poor taste, Grimmjow, her boyfriend isn't dead yet." Stark said, walking after him.

"You're the one that watched it." Grimmjow said, shrugging.

"And we all heard it." Yammy said, turning the corner onto their conversation.

"Hey, she's been wanting it since I tried to help her escape… I just gave her what she wanted." Grimmjow said and closed his eyes.

"Mind if I go 'give her what she wanted'? Yammy asked and Grimmjow threw him against the wall.

"Yeah I do mind!" he yelled.

"Shh… you don't want to wake the non-virginal goddess." Stark whispered.

"Relax, Six, I was just kidding, she aint my type, way to small." Yammy said, rubbing his arm.

"No one touches her unless they want to face me… she healed me and I still owe her big for that." He said looking back at the purple curtain one last time.

"Aww… Grimmjow's in love with his nurse!" Stark said.

"Now all you have to do is explain to Lord Aizen what you chose to do to his prize." Ulquiorra said, coming out from the shadows.

"What's it to you?" Grimmjow asked.

"I'm her personal guard starting in the morning, I follow her everywhere." He said.

"I'll see about that, where's Lord Aizen?" Grimmjow asked.

"Where he always is." Stark said.

"Good, I'll be back." Grimmjow said, and closed the door.

THE END.