Author's Note: Here's the second chapter of Silhouette, this time featuring IchiXHime. No no, not THAT IchiXHime, the other one. Ichimaru Gin and Orihime. Yeah, that one. Creeeeeepy, right? I thought so. Anyway, please enjoy this one. I'm sorry about the preview last time, but it's what I do when I want to submit another chapter and don't have enough material to call it finished. However, this is the finished product! Next chapter will be Ulquiorra, so please look forward to it! Review afterwards too, tell me what's on your mind when you read this, okay? Thanks!

Scene 2-- Ichimaru

There was a staleness in Hueco Mundo. Not lifelessness, no... there were clearly signs of life. Sosuke Aizen was in the main conference room, quietly discussing his ideals and plans for the Hougyoku for the coming winter with Kaname Tosen and Gin Ichimaru. But in this ordinary whitewash room, where voices would usually echo, the sounds kept to themselves. It was the staleness of impending death. One would have to strain their ears to hear the conversation between them.

"Have you heard any news from the Soul Society?" Aizen asked nonchalantly, resting his chin on the back of his hands, leaning forward above the enormous, yet mostly empty table in the center of the room. His eyes were focused on Kaname, who, paradoxically, did not have his eyes focused on anything.

"If you are asking if they are coming for the girl, then the answer is no. There has been no movements detected from the 13 court guard companies, nor anyone else significant from the Soul Society. As of now," the blind swordsman answered. Gin was indifferent, choosing to keep quiet on the matter. Of course there would not be any actions taken against them just yet. It was too soon since they had fled, and too soon since Ulquiorra had kidnapped the ryoka girl... Orihime, was it? She seemed to be the weakest of all the ryoka in terms of fighting style, but that was merely because she hadn't truly learned how to harness her powers. Plus there was a hesitation to fight that hindered her.

Gin sensed that his expression was slipping, for the room had fallen silent. Aizen had glanced his way, or perhaps he had been looking at him all this time. He quickly returned to his usual smile, giving an air of mystery that hid his true thoughts. He also just registered that Aizen had asked him a question.

"Terribly sorry, could you repeat that?" he replied, feigning innocence. The once bespectacled ex-captain sighed.

"Go fetch Ulquiorra; tell him it's urgent."

"Oh?" Gin raised an eyebrow. Not being one to argue, he left the room rather quickly. As he traveled the halls, he half-wondered about certain people in the Soul Society. He could really care less about the captains and their assistants, much less what they would do if a substitute Soul Reaper's woman went missing. However, there was one assistant that kept sneaking into his mind's eye. Rangiku... he knew from the beginning that she was always pining for him, and the most he ever reciprocated was his playful demeanor.

"I wouldn't have minded being your prisoner a little while longer..." Yes, that's what he had said to her. He also wondered if her fascination with him had to do with saving her life all those years ago. She must have the patience of a saint to cling to her idea of him. Any other red-blooded man would not have refused her like he had. Perhaps it was the sadist inside of him that made her suffer so much. They've crossed zanpakuto more than once, and every reaction she had to his presence was filled with tension and uncertainty. But did he miss her like she missed him...? That question had never crossed his mind, but...

Gin sensed a melancholic presence quite close to him as he rounded the corner. Masking his thoughts and ki, he slowed his pace to a gentle walk, only to be met with the sharp tip of a sword against his neck. Inky black hair framed the pale face of Ulquiorra, his teal colored eyes staring emotionlessly at Gin. Gin did not falter in the least.

"My, my, aren't we quick to act," he chided lightly. The Cuatro Espada didn't move. With a simple gesture, Gin slid his right hand between the blade and his flesh, pushing the sword aside. "Let's not kill the messenger, mind you."

"I'm busy. What do you want?" Ulquiorra seemed to be showing irritation, contradicting his facial features.

"Now, now, I'm only giving you a message from Aizen-sama," he responded.

"And what would that be?" The monotone Espada finally sheathed his sword, willing to listen.

"His requested to see you and that it was urgent. Beyond that, I could not say." Ulquiorra was silent, glancing back at the room behind him. Gin could already sense another presence past the door. Someone inside... frightened.

"I would hurry along. He doesn't like to be kept waiting." The silver-haired man grinned. A moment passed.

"Fine. Watch the prisoner while I'm away." The Espada blinked out of sight, making use of his Sonido skill. Gin wasn't fazed. But.. what was this about a prisoner?

Of course. The girl that Aizen needed for his plan. Her power may not be battle worthy, nor honed to any type of perfection... but it had the potential to turn the tables against the Soul Society, and that's exactly what they were counting on. Kidnapping the girl was the obvious solution, and now that she was here, would she prove herself useful? Given her well-known demeanor, he didn't think she would put up a fight. No, she seemed very submissive when her choices were limited. Then again, he had not personally fought against her, so his knowledge of her abilities was next to nil. He doubted that Aizen knew as much, but then again, knowing what the former captain of Squad 5 was thinking was not easy to decipher. As a master of hiding emotion and thoughts himself, Gin was slightly miffed that he could barely crack open Sosuke Aizen's mind. Perhaps that was why he followed him so devoutly. Yet it bothered him that he could be outdone.

So he would simply prey on the less endowed, re-instating his identity. Yes, he knew what they all thought of him. Friends, enemies, allies... it was all the same drivel. Cunning, slithering, shrewd, and mysterious. Some even dared to whisper 'kitsune yaro' behind his back. None of these insults made him angry, for he never cared in the least what others thought of him. It was never his goal to make sure others liked him. However, Aizen was his exception. Since the beginning, when he was Aizen's lieutenant, he had vowed to follow him wherever he went. His loyalty was incomparable. And his captain made use of his skills. Though Gin made sure to keep a few tricks up his sleeve, just in case his plans went sour. One might argue that keeping certain secrets away from Aizen was traitorous, but... he wouldn't be made a fool by letting himself be controlled completely.

A small hiccup from behind the door snapped Gin out of his reverie. He had forgotten on keeping his word to Ulquiorra and watching the prisoner. With unmatched silence, he slipped inside the room and saw Orihime crouched against the wall, clearly crying. Her neatly-kept hair was frazzled and flyaway, and her knuckles were white and clenched against a bundle of white cloth. Gin recognized the pattern of clothing and realized that Aizen must have wanted her to replace her worldly materials with the sameness of Los Noches. It made sense, of course, that if Orihime was going to put this entire plan in motion by the end of winter, that she had to not only play the part, but look it too.

*SNAP* Gin closed the door, causing the girl to jerk her head upwards. She stared at him in surprise, and then quickly stood up, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She had beautiful eyes, he noted. The red tint on her cheeks further enhanced the dark violet lenses, contrasting with her auburn hair. No ordinary human could readily see her tremble, but Gin picked up on the shiver that ran up and down her back as she looked upon him. It was simply thrilling.

"W-who are you?" she managed to ask, clutching the outfit in front of her abdomen. Yes, she was already intimidated by him. What a lovely start!

"No need to be so frightened, darling," he replied. "I am Ichimaru Gin, and I've only come to see how you are faring."

"Ichimaru-san..." she tested his name. Gin leaned forward, raising his forefinger and shaking it.

"No, no, that will never do. You must call me Gin, my dear," he scolded lightly. His nicknames made her wince, and she seemed to blush slightly. Orihime tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear and nodded.

"Gin..." she murmured. Oh, she was so obedient. At that moment, his long fingers felt blindly for the door behind him and he felt the tumblers catch with a tiny click. He watched her carefully. She didn't seem to notice. Forbidden thoughts began to reel inside his mind, each one with more justification after the next. Ulquiorra would not be back any time soon, and the girl had yet to have a proper welcome to Hueco Mundo. There was no harm in keeping her company...

He walked toward her with casual intentions, taking note that for every two steps he took, she took one backwards. Doing the math, one could easily see the girl trapped between the wall and the former captain of 3rd Division. But a split-second later, Orihime tossed the white clothes behind her and gave a decent leap to the other side of the room. Her eyes narrowed in determination, and tips of her finger touched her barrettes. Perhaps she had some fight left in her after all.

"Santen Kess--!!" Orihime shouted, but was cut off as Gin, not only displayed an amazing demonstration of flash step, but crushed his palm against her mouth, making her swallow her words. Her back hit the wall and she cried out, her yell muffled into his hand.

"None of that now, sweetheart. You want to give me your best first impression, don't you?" Her eyes gazed in shock at him, and then her eyes were cast downwards. "Very good..." he purred. "Now, why don't you show me your manners and introduce yourself." He slowly removed his hand, letting his fingers linger on her lips before falling away. She took a deep breath to calm herself before telling him her name. She was unaware of his lingering eyes on her person, watching mesmerized as she licked her lips nervously and her chest give a gentle heave with every inhale.

"Inoue... Orihime," she answered. "I'm with Ichigo Kurosaki. He was what everyone called the ryoka in the Soul Society." Orihime looked up at Gin, wondering if her reply was satisfactory. She was surprised to see a slight frown in his visage.

"Yes, yes, I know all about him... but I was asking about you." He tilted his head slightly and she flinched when he began to finger the strands of hair against her cheek. She began to shake slightly, and therefore did the one thing she was prone to do while nervous: talk.

"Oh... about me?" she started tentatively, "Um, I live in Karakura by myself, and I like to sew. My best friend is Tatsuki and she taught me karate, and now I'm a black belt. I like to eat baked potatoes and red bean paste, even though I'm horrible at cooking. My blood type is B and I'm 157 centimeters tall. My measurements are-- oops!" Orihime stopped herself, laughing nervously. "I forgot, I'm not supposed to give information to the enemy."

"That's quite alright. I'm sure I can speculate on the rest." He traced a line from the edge of her brow to the apple of her cheek, following the tear-stained trail. He took notice of the breath that hitched in her throat and steeled himself from looking further south. Not yet. A tense moment passed and the young girl pressed the flat of her hand on the wall behind her, slowly inching away from Aizen's second-in-command. It was almost comical.

"Um, well... I'm sorry, but if you don't mind, I suppose I should see how my new outfit looks," she stammered, "It was very nice to meet you, Gin." She stared at him, watching for his reaction. So far, he didn't seem to be a threat to her. But he was a little unsettling. However, his stance relaxed and she released herself from his parameter. As soon as Orihime turned away, she felt her face. It was burning up! She didn't feel embarrassed while he was talking to her, but now that she was away, it was painfully obvious that he was toying with her. Even with her back turned, she could feel his gaze burning holes in the back of her shirt. It sent constant shivers through her spine.

Gin couldn't help but compare her to Rangiku by this point. At first glance, anyone would see that they were physically similar (though his Rangiku was admittedly more endowed), and that a glaring difference was their personalities. Rangiku had fierce determination and a powerful will to fight. On the underside, especially when liquored up, she exuded a more lax behavior and could get very clingy, not caring who she was grabbing on to while drunk. Even in the greatest of danger, Rangiku had a softness in her eyes. That day, when she had Haineko's blade pressed against his neck and her small hand clenched tightly around his wrist from behind, he was glad he couldn't see into her eyes. If he had... he might have stayed behind.

Orihime had gathered up her new clothes, holding them up to see them better. She gave a small shrug and turned around to go change by the bed. But there was a problem. She had turned back to where Gin was standing, only to find that he wasn't there. A chill rose up through her and the small hairs on her forearms stood at attention. She didn't hear him leave... how strange. What kind of person leaves without saying goodbye? Deciding not to linger on it anymore, Orihime spread her Hueco Mundo outfit onto the bed, then reached up to undo her red necktie. She let out a small yelp and spun around when she already felt hands loosening the crimson cloth. Gin had been behind her the entire time?

"Let me help you with that," he offered, tugging at the ends of her bow. The captive girl stumbled backwards in surprise, swatting his hands away absentmindedly. The momentum sent her reeling back, the edge of the bed right behind her legs. Without thinking, she reached out to catch anything to keep her balance. With Gin's haori clutched in her grasp, they both tumbled onto the sheets below. She immediately realized that this was not a situation she wanted to be in, but as she scrambled to get away, her body did not do the most intelligent action. Instead of releasing him and pulling herself back, she attempted to pull herself up, in turn bringing Gin Ichimaru directly into her cleavage. Mortified beyond anything she could imagine, she was frozen in place. Her arms wouldn't move at all!

"I... I...!" The words caught in her throat, refusing to come out. To her utter chagrin, Gin did not move right away. With what seemed like a low sigh of satisfaction, he did not waste the opportunity and nuzzled himself against her ample chest. Perhaps there wasn't that much of a difference between this girl and Rangiku after all... However, there was only one way to be sure. Deft hands reached up, nimbly traveling to her breasts. Orihime couldn't find breath as he tickled the undersides and gave a light squeeze to both mounds.

"Stop..." she managed to whisper. Suddenly, Gin opened his slitted eyes, revealing crimson orbs that pierced her very soul. They were filled with absolute lust, she was certain of that. Her eyes darted towards the door, expecting Ulquiorra to come back any moment to make sure that she had changed.

"He's not coming back for a while, sweet. So in the meantime, let's get to know each other, hm?"

"I-I don't..." she began to protest, but the words died in her mouth. Gin had lifted himself up to face her, and his red eyes glinted only inches away from her own. His forefinger lightly touched her bottom lip, as if hushing a crying child.

"I'm afraid the talking parts of our introductions are finished." As soon as the last sound left his mouth, Orihime found herself being kissed. It was the strangest sensation... she couldn't readily describe it. It wasn't heavy nor demanding as she was dreading. It was more curious... not playful, but it definitely had a hint of teasing to it. She felt her face flush profusely as his tongue touched her bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from her. With her lips parted, he took it as an open invitation and deepened the kiss, relishing her warmth.

Right then, several things happened at once. Gin had given a barely audible moan as he kissed her, and for reasons unbeknownst her, she gave one as well, as if answering him in turn. She also became aware of his inexplicable ability to multi-task. As one hand brushed lightly against a hardened nipple, his other hand traveled to the bottom of her skirt and slipped underneath. A rush of raw emotion exploded inside her body, and her heart was beating nervously as his deft fingers burned against her skin. And just like fireworks, the explosion dissipated until it reached further south, smoldering between her legs.

Pure instinct told her to continue. To go further. It feels good. No, better than that. She had never been touched like this. She remembered dreams, playing out the scenarios in her head. Usually Ichigo would play the part of the lover, and she felt so safe in his embrace. But... she never dared say that she imagined being in that kind of situation with other men. No, she never mentioned it. However, she has had dreams when Uryu Ishida had come to her, in a comforting way. A more mysterious dream involved Kisuke Urahara, where he had begun to teach her a breathing technique for training, but things quickly got more heated. And perhaps not a dream, but a fleeting fantasy of what it would be like to be kissed by Renji Abarai. She couldn't deny that she had more curiosity of the intimate nature ever since she entered high school. But... never like this. What Gin was doing to her, seemed far out of her league. It almost scared her. She should stop him... stop him now!

"Gin... wait!" Orihime had to force the words out right after she broke away from his kiss. Otherwise, he might have kept going.

"Hm?" He stopped momentarily, his crimson eyes focused languidly on hers. Not wasting another precious moment, she pushed both of her hands flat against his chest, creating some distance between their bodies. He raised an eyebrow, studying her defiance and wondered if he should be disappointed or amused. What was she up to?

"Something wrong, my dear?" he asked, giving a slight chuckle at how red her face was at the moment. Orihime looked at the door once again, not slackening her arms one bit. The blush never left her face, because even with a bit of space between them, he still had that devouring look in his eyes. She waited, trying to look serious.

At long last, he leaned back and sat on the opposite side of the bed, and the atmosphere became breathable again. As she sat up, she felt the coolness of the air on her thighs and panicked when she saw her skirt pushed up to her lower belly, revealing her lacy, but modest underwear. She stole a glance at the man who was ravishing her not a minute beforehand and saw him grinning like a Cheshire cat. Hands shaking, she yanked down the thin material, nearly ripping the buttons out of place. He had done that without her knowing!

Gin couldn't help but smile at the girl. She was so easy to tease. Rangiku most certainly wouldn't let anyone touch her without at least two or three bottles of alcohol in her system. Yet this girl... all she needed was a little persuasion, and she would all but melt in his hands. She seemed to hold curiosity herself. As long as he kept his touch light and lingering, the girl never stopped him. Though perhaps she would need to rest every now and then. However, if he made the same amount of progress as the last few minutes, he doubted that she would be begging for rest. The corners of his mouth curled at the very thought.

"Won't Ulquiorra be coming back soon? He... he'll be angry if you're still here." So she was trying to get rid of him already.

"You're afraid he'll come in and see us?"

"Yes! I mean, n-no. That's not what I mean. I just don't want--"

"To get caught?" he finished. She stood at the corner of the bed, trying to rub away the goose bumps that appeared on her arms. She nodded, embarrassed.

"Oh, sweetness, if that's all you're worried over, I can make it all better," he said in a honeyed voice.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Orihime wasn't sure what to expect from him, all things considered. But she found herself involuntarily stiffening up as he stood and came near her. Her eyes shut tightly, waiting...

Silence. Then, from somewhere to her left, she heard a loud click. She whirled around, looking for the source. Gin had gone to the door, his hand on the lock. He smiled at her surprised expression.

"There now, you see? Didn't I say I would make it all better?" He began to walk back toward her, deliberately taking each step slowly.

"You locked it? But that means-"

"Little Ulquiorra can't come in and... interrupt us," Gin replied, unconsciously licking his lips. Of course, in reality, he had actually unlocked the door. Unlike Orihime, the idea of getting caught seemed to quicken his desire. He suspected that it stemmed from the Soul Society, when Rangiku had finally captured him, even for a brief moment. From then on, he had always been deliberate with his actions, even his wrongdoings. And having someone walk in while he was indulging in man's greatest intimate pleasures was just too thrilling to pass up.

"Still, um... what if someone tries coming in? They'll expect me to be dressed..." she trailed off. It was the wrong thing to say, and she knew it as soon as it came out. Gin chuckled lightly.

"Naughty girl. You expect to be in a state of undress with me in your room? How scandalous." He was nearly upon her and she backed up against the wall, her bed on the right.

"You! That's not what I- Stop twisting everything I say!" she shouted, feeling trapped once again. He tipped a finger under her chin.

"Then don't say anything."

He was kissing her again, with a hint of fervor. Yes, he did suspect that Ulquiorra would be coming back to check on his freshly acquired prisoner. In fact, the very idea made his pace quicken. Would he be able to ravish the girl in time? Or would the Fourth Espada come in to find Orihime alone, but looking wickedly disheveled. He played with both ideas in his mind as he gently, but firmly gripped the girl's shoulders, leading her back to the bed. She tensed up, trying to push against his solid body, but to no avail. Her back hit the mattress, making the bed squeak and groan.

Suddenly, things got especially heated as Gin picked up exactly where he had left off, except this time he made sure to get rid of certain unnecessary items, such as her shirt. Her red ribbon had all but fallen away from her neck, representing his first attempt at undressing her. He pinched the end of the cloth, then gave a swift pull, tossing it on the floor. After that, he bent down and licked the shell of her ear, his hot breath mulling over her neck. Skilled fingers tickled her ribs underneath her uniform shirt, inching higher. She had to do everything to keep from screaming out loud. Not only was Gin grasping her breasts under her blouse, pinching the erect nipples with just the right pressure, she was also very ticklish on the sides of her ribcage and her ears.

Not thinking clearly, she tried getting a grip on the situation and clumsily made another shot at escaping. Earlier, her hands had seemingly betrayed her by not doing what she told them, and instead of a successful escape, she had allowed Gin's head to drop directly between her breasts. However, embarrassing as it was, she wouldn't be deterred just yet. If her arms wouldn't obey her, then maybe her legs could do the trick. A nice, firm kick... yes, maybe that would work!

But just as she was about to execute operation "Hurt Gin", he once again turned the tables on her. As if sensing her intentions, he abandoned his current actions and reached down to her knees. They were clenched together tightly, tucked to the side. With one swift movement, he forced her legs open and leaned into her center, causing her skirt to slide up once more. He jerked his hips into her core, making her gasp out loud.

"No!" she yelled.

"I don't think you know who you're dealing with here. Now stop resisting, or you won't like what I might do if you keep this up." Orihime bit her lip as he lifted up her sleeveless vest rather forcefully and she had no choice but to comply, lifting her arms above her head. When Gin saw that the white shirt underneath had a row of vertical buttons. He couldn't help but curl his lips in satisfaction. But her current expression wasn't sitting well with him. She looked like a tiny mouse trapped in a corner. A thumb slipped one of her buttons through its hole and both of her hands flew to her chest in a panic. He was fast, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head, scraping her knuckles against the wall. Orihime winced in pain, trying to break free.

"Hime-chan, this is the fun part. Don't ruin it just yet," he chastised.

"Maybe for you," she spat, ignoring his threat from earlier. But she bit her lip to silence herself as he ground his hips once more, and a surge of desire flared up inside her. She began to ache between her legs, her face blushing furiously. Her efforts to make it seem as if he had no effect on her did nothing to convince him.

"No... you like this. I can tell," he said in a low whisper, releasing her hands and bending to kiss her again. The way his tongue moved inside her mouth, deep and languid and with a hint of cruel teasing that made her want to kiss him back, it was moving her towards something. The buttons on her shirt were released, one by one, and the palm of his hand slid between her breasts. Gin parted her shirt completely, his crimson eyes glinting as he drank in the sight before him. If one looked close enough, they could see the pulse of her heartbeat just underneath her skin. That's what he liked to see. He liked to see people unnerved, barely hanging onto a thread of hope. Right now, the only hope this woman had was for the Cuatro Espada to come retrieve her before anything could happen. And however likely that situation would be, he doubted it would change things in the end. The former 3rd division captain was confident that Ulquiorra would turn away on the spot if he walked in on this scene.

Orihime's breath hitched as Gin gave a rather childish sigh, pursing his lips into a pout. She felt her heart beat faster.

"This will never do," he chided, his eyes narrowing into familiar slits as he gave a wide smile. The young girl was granted temporary relief as he separated himself from her, allowing her to finally be able to breathe again. The lack of heat on top of her made the cold air actually sting her skin, and she quickly crossed her hands over her chest, closing the gap in her unbuttoned shirt. He chuckled at her modesty, even after all this time.

"It's not funny," she protested, clenching her shirt together. He stood up and faced her, staring intensely. She couldn't meet his gaze and instead focused on the movements of his hands. They brushed out the wrinkles of his Arrancar uniform and then he reached up and pulled down the collar of his sleeve, freeing his right arm. He then did the same with his left, letting the white robe slip from his lithe body. Underneath was a simple white shihakusho, along with a small wakizashi. She assumed it was his zanpakuto. He wasn't going to... She looked away, covering her eyes, allowing her shirt to fall open.

"Don' t be afraid of Shinso. He won't come unless he is called." Gin pulled his sword, sheathe and all, from his hakama and leaned it against the wall. However, he kicked his robe rather haphazardly away from the bed and then proceeded to remove his hakama as well. Orihime refused to witness this and shut her eyes even tighter when she felt the mattress dip as he climbed over to her.

"I-I'm not afraid."

"Then open your eyes. I promise I won't bite." She lowered her hands, reluctantly obeying him. Suddenly, he grabbled both of her ankles, tugging her legs behind him as she landed flat on her back. In an instant, his lips were on her neck, nipping sharply at her supple flesh. She cried out, her hands unconsciously threading themselves in his silver hair, bringing him closer. A rather impulsive moan escaped her lips as he hit a particularly sensitive nerve, and she arched ever so slightly beneath him.

"You said no biting," she breathed heatedly, scraping her nails against his nape.

"I lied."

She jolted in his embrace, partly because of his words, but mostly because he had snuck under her skirt, tugging firmly at her panties. She swallowed audibly when she realized that he truly wanted to have intercourse with her. He wasn't just messing around. His long fingers poked and prodded between her legs, finally ripping the delicate lace in half, tossing it to the floor behind him.

"Hey, that's my only-! Ah...!" Gin grinned at her quick response, sliding another finger against her slick pearl. She was wetter than he had imagined. Perhaps he had teased the girl too much. But as her breathing became more shallow and her body became more aroused, he quickly perished the thought. There was no such thing as too much teasing. He continued with this notion and was nearly surprised when Orihime latched onto his earlobe, mirroring his technique from before. It drove him wild and he pushed two of his fingers inside of her, curling upwards. His lips found hers once more and she kissed him quite passionately. He made to grab one of her breasts, but was pleasantly astonished to find that she was already touching herself there. A heady whisper reached his ears.

"Gin..."

Waiting no longer, he shed his white gi and positioned himself at her moist entrance. One thing about teasing that he didn't like was when he was the one being teased. Not waiting for confirmation, he slipped inside her tight womanhood, giving a quick thrust when he reached her virgin barrier. Although, she was much too aroused to feel the pain of losing her virginity and she was eager to move with him. Nothing else mattered in that moment, and soon a light sheen of sweat had filmed over her chest, and Orihime was moaning his name like it was a mantra for sanity. The bed squeaked with every sharp movement, banging harshly against the wall. He pounded into her and as soon as she was about to climax, he covered her mouth with his, her last screams muffled into the kiss. He came seconds after wards, holding her flush against him as her body shook with euphoric pleasure. She pulsed all around him, her heart racing along with his.

A moment later and they were falling down from nirvana. Gin nestled his head upon her breast, and she curled a bare leg around his naked waist. Their breathing had stabilized, though Orihime's mouth was too dry to speak. The apex between her thighs gave a dull throb, and she surmised that she would be rather sore for the rest of the day.

"Mm, Hime-chan..." he groaned into her chest, "You were so... sinful."

"And you were... um, no I shouldn't," she trailed off.

"Ah ah, no backing out now. Tell me, or else."

"A distraction." She began to untangle herself. "You were also a horrible tease. I want you to know that."

"Oh, you wound me!" he cried dramatically, making a half-hearted grab for her nude form as she distanced herself. "But it's good to know I haven't lost my touch." She bent down to pick up her outfit from Aizen and carefully put it on, aware of every ache from her recent intimacies. It fit her perfectly. When she turned around, Gin had also dressed himself, straightening his Arrancar robe and patting away the dust. Shinso was once again tucked inside his hakama. Orihime bravely met his gaze, prepared to remember everything that had transpired between them.

The very next moment, the door swung open and Ulquiorra was standing there, looking stoic. Orihime whirled around, kicking the remnants of her lacy underwear beneath the bed, looking slightly embarrassed. Gin was forever smiling, standing a good six feet away from her. Ulquiorra took one look at him, his melancholic expression never changing.

"Get out." The Espada's lips barely moved, hissing the words through his teeth.

"A bit touchy today, are we?" Gin teased. Ulquiorra's hand closed around the hilt of his sword.

"Leave!" Without any further argument, Aizen's right-hand man left the room, his smirk ever present. He stopped in the doorway.

"Oh, before I forget." He looked straight into her eyes from over his shoulder. She stiffened, and held her breath.

"Nice to meet you too... Hime-chan."

~Tsuzuke~

Author's Note: Well? Well??? Sorry, I sound a little desperate, don't I? It's 1:30 AM over here in Okinawa, and I'm extremely tired. Thanks for everyone that has read this fic so far. This one-shot comes at a whopping 5,900+ words, so I'm kind of proud, heh. Next up is Ulquiorra and Orihime. I've read plenty of other fics that star that pairing, and I'm hoping to bring a new and fresh twist to the relationship. While you're waiting for that one to come around, please review this chapter. Or at least fave it so I know you guys are reading it.

Also, please remember that Chapter 1 and 2, as well as following chapters, are not connected in any way. These are separate events, okay? I'm keeping them all in one story because one half in all the pairings stays the same. That would be Orihime. Anyway, that's enough for now. Time to sleep. When I wake up, I want at least 3 reviews. That shouldn't be too hard, right? R-right... heh...?