Perched on the rooftop of a familiar apartment building a man with blue hair sat, basking in the lovely feeling ruminating from one of its residents. It had been too long since he had felt her riatsu. It was glorious and soothing.
He decided to lower himself down to peer in her window and maybe find a point of entry. He wanted to see her beautiful face again. He wondered if she had changed much in the past five or so human years.
He landed gracefully on the deck in front of her door. He decided to see if it was locked. In Hueco Mundo she often forgot to secure her room at night, which quickly led to him standing guard, making sure nothing bothered the then girl. Maybe she still practiced this bad habit. He hoped. He placed his hand on the cold brass. The knob wouldn't turn. Maybe spacing out was something she outgrew.
He glanced around to look at her windows. He could see one was slightly open. He walked towards it and peered inside. Through the lightly blowing curtains he could see her form sprawled out over a bed, her sheets barely covering her legs. It was her bedroom.
He slid the window open further, careful to not make a sound. He climbed in and slowly made his way towards the sleeping woman. The feeling of being in her presence was like he remembered all those years ago.
If he hadn't known her spiritual pressure almost as well as he knew his own, he would have thought he had the wrong apartment. Her hair was even longer and seemed a more vibrant copper than before. Her skin was like porcelain and still flawless. The thick lashes from her closed eyelids reached the very tops of her pink cheeks. Her lips were plump and more red than he had remembered. She no longer held the look of an innocent girl. From her more defined face to her larger bust, curvier hips, down to her shapely legs, she was with out a doubt a grown woman. She was unbelievably hot.
"Holy shit." He whispered, satisfied with the view.
Curiosity, as always, got the better of him and he leaned forward to brush the hair from her neck. There it was. A scar in the form of two dots where he had sunk his canines into her flesh during the Winter War. She hadn't rejected them after he had left her. He smiled.
A few moments passed by where he lost himself in the waves of her hair and the curvaceous landscape that was her body. It should have been against the law of humanity for her to sleep like that alone, in nothing but a tank too and sexy, lacy-
"Grimmy..." He heard her utter from slightly parted lips, still asleep. Her voice startled him from his entranced state. Grimmy, huh? She even had a pet name for him. Hell, she was dreaming about him!
"Orihime." He smiled and spoke softly. "The only woman who could turn this messed up fuck into a little pussy."
His attention was redirected when from the windowsill came a small thud. He immediately turned towards the noise. It was a cat.
"Meow." Said the little beast. He shushed it. "Meow."
"Damned fuckin' cat!" He hissed quietly. If the little shit didn't shut up it'd wake the slumbering beauty.
"Meow."
"Grimmy? Please be quiet. Mommy has to sleep." She mumbled out to the creature, eyes still closed with the hope of falling right back to sleep.
"Meow."
"Grimm-!" She sat up quickly to toss a pillow at her feline friend when she noticed a man standing in the corner of her dark room. The bedding slipped from her fingers and plummeted to the bed. She quickly recognized the spiritual pressure that emanated from him. "-jow?"
"Miss me, princess?" Grimmjow stepped forward into the moonlight, his infamous grin spanning across his chiseled face. A few new battle scars graced it, but he was still as breathtakingly handsome as she remembered him, blue hair and - Wait! Why was he here? He had once been kind to her, even kissed her, but did that mean she could trust him? Whenever he appeared chaos and death were sure to follow. It had always been that way with him. Her feeling of admiration was soon accompanied by fear as she tried to rationalize his visit.
"It must be a dream." Orihime muttered as she blinked, expecting him to disappear each time she reopened her eyes. He didn't. She took a deep breath as he moved forward. He was testing how close she would allow him to get. Not once did they break eye contact. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Faster it went as he neared her, yet she didn't move. It wasn't only fear that sent her vital organ into a frenzy, it was... Desire? She was overwhelmed. He sat down next to her and reached out to caress her naked shoulder. It was the final straw. At his touch the room began to spin. Her sight dimmed until all she saw was black. She fainted, falling into his arms.
()()()()()
Orihime's eyes fluttered open. The sun pierced through the curtains in her room. Her room. She was still right where she had been when she had fallen asleep. Perhaps it was a dream - nightmare after all.
Her blanket was unusually warm and heavy this morning. Though it was incredibly comfortable it was time to get up. She had a lot to do. She tried to push herself up quickly like she always did(every day was a new and exciting day). She couldn't lift herself up.
Looking to her other side she saw the chest of a very large man and the tips of blue hair grazing strong shoulders. Grimmjow. She really needed to work on her spiritual sensing skills.
"Get off of me!" She yelled trying to nudge half his body off of her. Her squirming only caused him to pull her closer, crushing her against his hard body. "Grimmjow!"
"Be fucking quiet already." He complained, loosening his hold. "You have to promise not to run away or... Faint."
"No!" She yelled and continued to squirm
"Damn it, woman! I'm not gonna let you go until you promise me." He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him, her body flush against his. His mouth turned up into a smile. "Now this is more like it."
"You were always such a pig." She snapped at him, still trying to pry herself from his grip.
"You like it." He slid his right hand down the small of her back to rest on her cheek. For good measure he gave it a thorough squeeze. She froze and stared at him wide eyed. He returned the stare with such intensity she couldn't help but blush. She could feel the yearning seeping through his skin, pricking at hers. A small groan escaped her lips at the erotic sensation.
He could sense her intensifying arousal. Her spiritual pressure was begging him to fuck her senseless, but he knew this woman didn't work that way. He had to keep his composure, despite his ever growing hard on, if he was ever going to win her over.
"I promise." She finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity. He slowly released her from his hold, arms dropping to his sides. She remained still, as if waiting for something.
The way she stared at him made him feel naked. It always had. He felt dirty compared to her. Like he was unworthy of simply being in her presence.
"Grimmjow..." She spoke his name sweetly. He loved the way it sounded when she said it. "Why are you here?"
"You." He replied honestly. He lifted a hand up to her cheek. She flinched slightly at his sudden movement. He smiled reassuringly. His fingers ran down to her neck to brush her hair aside. There were his teeth marks. "You never rejected..."
"I-I forgot to!" She blurted out, her now red face turning to the side to avoid his gaze.
"After five fucking years?" He grinned widely. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and guided her to look back at him. He raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"I don't know." She whispered, eyes falling to his smile in defeat. "I was going to and... And then when I saw you..."
"You're in love with me." The words startled him as they fled his mouth without his consent. He couldn't believe the mush he was spewing. He had to save his reputation. All she could do was stare at him in awe, searching for the words to respond to his blunt, but romantic accusation. Her lengthy silence made him feel uneasy.
"I like your sleeping attire. Doesn't leave much to the imagination." That'd make her forget the lovey dovey shit that kept tumbling out of him. Orihime squeaked in embarrassment. The whole time she had forgotten how little she was wearing. She jumped off of him and walked over to her dresser. In an instant she covered herself with a pair of sweat pants and an old, baggy hoodie. Large, muscled arms wrapped around her body. "Now, why'd ya have to go and do that? It's just gonna end up on the floor, woman."
"I..." Her knees threatened to buckle at his words. If she didn't manage to control her libido he was right and she knew it. She was a hair's breadth away from caving in to both their desires if she didn't find a way to focus. "I h-have t-to g-get ready."
She attempted to slip from his grasp, but all to easily he turned her around to face him. His gaze weakened her resolve completely and she submitted herself to him. She stretched her neck as far as it would go, lips begging to be kissed. He stooped down to meet her and satisfy her need.
"Meow."
"Fucking. Cat." Grimmjow managed to say in between kisses.
"Meow." Orihime turned to look at her cat with concern. Her focus on her visitor was fleeting little by little.
"Maybe I should..." She started to pull away. He drew her in closer. "But he might..."
"No, dammit!" He growled. This is what he had been waiting for. He wanted her. He had longed for her so deeply that no other woman would do. Because he couldn't have her, he wouldn't have anything. No woman, no sex, no fucking for... Too long. It was very uncharacteristic of him. He'd be damned if he'd let a tiny, insignificant creature ruin his chance.
"Meow." The creature jumped onto the dresser behind it's owner.
"Damn, fucking... I'm going to kill that little shit!"
"No! Maybe he's hungry!" She rushed out the door, down the hallway to her kitchen to feed the little feline. It raced after her.
The blue haired man could hear the ringing of the dry food hitting the bowl and the little crapper of a beast chattering away as if to tell her to "hurry the fuck up." He laughed as the young woman seemed to carry on a conversation with it, responding to its every sound.
"I'm sorry." She said as she walked back into the room. She sat up on the dresser in front of him. She no longer oozed sensuality. She went from utterly sex starved to the old, innocent Orihime he knew in the time it took her to walk down the hallway and back. Even though she wasn't begging for it, she still was beautiful. Even more so with age. "He was hung-!"
He interrupted her sentence with his mouth on hers. He lifted her off the dresser and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. If he was going to fuck - make love to her properly, it was going to be on a bed.
"You're mine, you got that?" She nodded in response. How could she say no when the man's spiritual pressure was so intoxicating? "Good."