CHAPTER 4:

Grimmjow opened his eyes, slowly realizing that he has spent the whole night with her in his room. He tilted his head a little, looked at the window seeing that it was almost dawn. What would she say to him when she woke up? Would she smile or cry for feeling guilty? Even without Aizen's command, she will still be out of his reach. Shinigiami will never allow them to have any relationship and Arrancar just won't be bother about it; he could've ignored them and moved on his life. But awfully realizing his feeling now was the worse. He wasn't a gentlemen and he wasn't kind. He knew what he wanted and he wanted her. Grimmjow turned his head looking at Orihime's sleeping figure. He traced his hand down her cheek, feeling her skin warm and his hands lingered on it. After the winter war photoshoot, everything will be over and he knew it. But still he wanted her, all of her, never looking back, regretting nothing and without holding.

The sun finally rose sending faint rays of light to shine the room. Orihime's hair spread on the pillow and a sheet covering her curves. Her chest rising and falling against Grimmjow, one hand was on his chest. Her face remained calm and peaceful. This woman, who, ever, since he met her. She has managed to push him at the edge of hell. Grimmjow heard Orihime realizing light moans. He felt her moving and expecting to see her waking up soon.

Then, his phone that lay untouched on the table immediately sprung with a ring. He reached out for it, seeing the dialer whom interrupted his peaceful moment. Grimmjow ran a hand through his hair in frustration and answered the call.

The sound of laughter finally caught his attention and Ichigo took his eyes away from his cell phone, looking at too familiar black head sitting on the other side of the classroom. Rukia was reading the newest released comic. Ichigo puts his cellphone into his pocket and got off his seat. He couldn't concentrate at class today. The problem with Orihime not answering his calls yesterday night and now late at school made him worried. But then again, Orihime has been acting weird these days, but she was not feeling sick either. Then what could be wrong with her? Could it be she actually started to dislike him and keeping distance between him? Ichigo shook his head. No. It can't be. Impossible.

"Stop worrying. She's not a kid anymore." Rukia spoke from behind.

"She has never been this late, something must have happened."

"Look." Rukia closed her comic. "You should stop this stupid act of yours."

"Her phone was off since yesterday night. Something must have happened." Ichigo was deeply lost in his thoughts and worried for Orihime's sake.

"I'm sure she is fine."

"I'm going to her house now."

Ok, she just had enough about it. Rukia gave an annoyed sigh and threw her comic on the table. "For god sake. Do you know what this makes you look like?" She glared at him. "Just like a pervert!"

Ichigo momentarily drew back at her sudden outburst. "I'm just worried about her." Ichigo yelled in frustration.

"Worried?" Rukia repeated, with a hint of mock. "My brother has never behaved as aggressive as you are."

"That's because Byakuya never really care about you." Ichigo said, immediately regretting it.

Rukia widen her eyes, a flick of sadness came across.

"I guess, you're right..." Rukia snorted and frowned. "And what about you! Whenever its about Inoue you don't act like a brother at all, but more than that."

Ichigo stared back at her, not knowing what to say.

"You like Inoue not as a sister, but as a woman!" Rukia continued.

Ichigo remained motionless, not realizing that he was holding his breath.

She took a step closer, now standing very close to him. " I saw what you did to Inoue when I was at your house last time."

He looked at her wearily but did not object.

She put her arms around his neck pressing herself against him, something that he absolutely did not anticipate.

"I'm a terrible person, aren't I?" Rukia said. "If only you would be happy and cheer up, I'd be happy. At least, I thought that was how I felt. Then I saw you kissed Inoue. I should have been really happy for you, but..." Rukia paused. " but instead I'm jealous of Inoue."

He was about to push her away, but she touched his cheek drawing his attention back to her.

"I've always liked you, Ichigo."

It was nearly noon. Orihime has just arrived at school and quickly made her way on the corridor, she had to be careful not to attract too much attention. Having someone like Rukia, or worse, Ichigo questioning about her absence was the last thing she needed. As soon as she walked past some students, Orihime clutched her collar uncomfortably and pulling it higher. The event of last night still burned in her mind. His love consumed her and made her into a real woman. His love took her overwhelmed and brought her back to heaven. She was his. And now only the memory remained, and those marks on her neck. His marks. Orihime blushed at the thought about it. Any knowledge that she had experienced could not even compare to what he made her feel.

Her thoughts trailed of to this morning event. Orihime opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Millions and thousands questions ran through her head. She had a hard time recalling her memories, but feeling slight pain below her lower stomach. She turned her head sideways, observing her surroundings. There was a french window, some stylish modern furnitures, a white black sheet that she was laying on and subtle blue stripes in the rug bring out the coolness of the gray tones. A very smoothing bedroom theme overall.

"Morning, princess."

Orihime gasped in sudden realization. There was no need to look at the person to know who the voice belonged to.

That's right. I'm in Grimmjow's room, in his bed.

"I've prepared a bath for you. You will need that." Grimmjow responded.

Orihime nodded nervously, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Thank you."

She managed to get off the bed and started walking with a thin sheet, barely covering her curves. Orihime noticed her legs were shaking and blushed at the reason. They didn't only did once, but more than she had lost count. She cried, moaned and begged for him. Each touch, each kiss burned her skin. He was irresistible. She wanted him so badly. Normally, Orihime would've never dreamed of being like this way for any reason. She was naturally a little shy and unsure of herself and it only took one look from Grimmjow made her able to pull this off. Her heart fluttered at the thought and the fact that she had sex with him. Orihime fasted her steps, but accidentally tripped over the sheet, and before she had fallen on the floor. A pair of arms caught her. She felt warmth.

A second later she was carried by Grimmjow. But his gaze lingered on her face only for a moment before it stared moving down to her body. And the longer it stayed there, the deeper the intense gaze was seen in his eyes. Orihme shivered in excitement as his hungry eyes examined her half naked body. The lingering gaze he gave her made her tremble and blush as the sensation started to overwhelm her sending little tiny familiar spasms. Finally, his gaze met hers again and she held her breath as the crystal blue swept over her.

Orihime knew he was struggling to maintain his self-control, and without holding back any further, she saw his face coming closer and kiss her in reassurance. They kissed hungrily, impatiently and passionately while his palms guided on her breasts. Orihime nearly lost in her own pleasure until she noticed Grimmjow's sharp expression.

"What time do you have to go to school?" His breathing was uneven.

"8 am...sharp."

He took a glance at the time. "Its still early."

"But I need to shower and get ready for school..."

"Then forget about school. Skip it today."

"I can't." Orihime stated, moving her face forward to his.

"Oh yeah. You will." He continued stubbornly, locking his eyes on her.

A smug smirk curved at his lips at the memory of their event yesterday night when he traced his mouth down her neck, and she moaned his name as she was tortured with pleasure and pain. Without a warning, Grimmjow carried Orihime back on the bed. Whatever was left on his self-control shattered, he quickly disposed of his last piece of clothing and now hovered over her. And so it started..

Suddenly her phone rang snapping Orihime out of her thoughts.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Inoue, this is Yoruichi. The photoshoot has been rescheduled earlier than what we have planned..."

Orihime carefully listened to the dialer on the other line.

"...we need you to come to the agency now. Don't worry. We will also notified your school about this matter."

An hour later she was sitting and being applied with make-ups on her face. Her long straight hair has become a wavy curly one. The door opened and a woman came in smiling at her. Orihime saw the woman from the mirror reflection and nodded in response.

"The concept for this photoshoot would be dating and will be featured on next month's magazine." Yoruichi announced excitedly.

Orihime blinked. "I see and who will be my partner for this? Ichigo?"

"No, darling. Lets say its a brand new experience for you because you'll be working with a Arrancar."

"WHAT." Orihime gasped in disbelief.

"Seems like it was Urahara and Aizen's idea of doing so."

"It is correct." Urahara appeared into the room and spoke calmly. "Lets say we've figured out that it will be a good idea before taking the Winter war's photoshoot. But first, let me introduce your partner for this photoshoot." Urahara turned and called out to the door.

Orihime titled her head to the side while waiting anxiously to have her partner's identify to be reveal, and the sooner the better it is. Hoping it won't be Nnorita or Szayel in particular, since she never had any good impression of them. Orihime heard footsteps sounds coming near and next, a familiar face appeared. And she held her breathe. What is he doing at here?! Its not like he is any better than others.

"Now. Let me introduce your partner for this photoshoot." Urahara paused and continued. "Grimmjow Jaegrjaques."

Grimmjow stared at Orihime, smirked at her reaction. "Nice to meet you."

Orihime swallowed, wondering how is she able to cope with this situation. Just act normal, you can do this. You can do this! She turned to him with a brilliant smile.

"Nice to meet you too. I hope we can work this well together."

Grimmjow nodded and inched closer. "Do you know who I am?"

"You're Grimmjow Jaegrjaques. My partner for this photoshoot."

"I'm your boyfriend, woman." Grimmjow corrected her.

Orihime tensed. She did not expect him saying that in front of everyone.

Interesting. Urahara came up to stand between them and breaking the silence.

"Shall we begin the photoshoot?" He asked,looking at them interestingly. "Or would you guys need more time?"

"Its unnecessary." Grimmjow came up to Orihime, ignoring the stares around them. "We are ready for the photoshoot."

Ichigo threw his phone on the bed. He has been trying to reach Orihime but her phone was off. She's probably having a photoshoot right now. Ichigo ran a hand over his hair and sat on his chair depressingly. For some reason, he has been feeling extremely unease since yesterday. Its like a big black hole in his chest, slowly melting all of his self-control and making him restless. He reached out for a photo-frame sitting on the table and managed a smile. It was a family photo taken a year before his mom's accident. Everyone was smiling, simply being happy. Ichigo ran a finger over it. He may seem to be an overprotected brother, not allowing any guys coming near Orihime. But the truth is that they are not blood related.

"Do you hate me as an overprotected brother?" Ichigo asked the photo-frame.

He stared drearily at a young Orihime.

She looked cheerful, was smiling brightly.

"Will we still be the same when you know about the truth of your birth?"

Ichigo's hand remained unfixed on the photo frame without letting it off.

He could never imaged the day when the truth was revealed. He never dared, it was something he fear about to happen. He never had a reason to be afraid, but not until he had awfully realized that he had let his feeling to get involved. And now he sees his 'younger sister' as a very important person in his life. His thoughts then trailed off to Rukia. And to his greatest astonishment, was being confronted and confessed by her. Rukia was only a friend, she was just a friend. He never even looked at her as a woman. What was there to look at the first place when he has Orihime in his mind.

Ichigo closed his eyes. So she has always liked me...

Love and hate, just a thin line in between. A complex emotions, making it one of the greatest feelings that people will ever have or suffered in their lifetime. Ichigo knows how it feels to like somebody, he have come to understand love. Love is more powerful than hate. But love is outnumbered by hate. This explains his attitude and actions, where peace did not last too long when Orihime is not in a place where he could see her. Love goes within the lover but shrinks within the world. Oh hell yes he did. He often feel hatred to protect from the fear of his affection, which often leave him feeling unease. Ichigo groaned in frustration and pressed his forehead against the cool surface of his desk.

He really was an idiot, wasn't he? Rukia did not mention anything afterwards. Like always, he expected her to treat him with casual insults with a hint of sacrasm in her voice. Maybe she would mock him for falling into one of her pranks, but it was different. They stood, him behind her, watching and waiting for her to response, instead she gave him a weak smile and left. They were so similar, similar in many ways. What if his affection was also one sided love? ARGH! He had enough, while his insides twisted and his mind imagined all kinds of weird things. Ichigo thought to himself furiously.

Afterward he's just a coward.

"You don't seem to be happy much about it."

Orihime considered his words. Not happy about what? If its either Szayel or Nnorita standing next to her now, she surely would prefer him more.

"I'm not. I rather have you instead of others." She replied to Grimmjow.

Before she had a chance to leave, Grimmjow caught her arm and turned her facing him.

"You have no idea how much your words means to me now." He said, looking straight at her eyes.

Suddenly, she felt his grip on her arms, and a moment later found herself face to face with him. Grimmjow pulled her into an unexpected kiss. Rough, warmth, passion. The taste of his kiss, was exactly like his surface.

"What do you think you're doing." Orihime said nervously once the kiss ended.

"Kissing my woman." Grimmjow gave her a smirk.

"You shouldn't do this, and what is someone saw it?"

"I don't give a shit about them."

"Grimm..."

"Unless you want more." He interrupted her. "I know your body and every inch or it very well."

Orihime immediately turned her head away in embarrassment, too bad she did not see the slight smirk appeared for just a sec.

The photo shoot was soon announced to begin. It didn't take as long as what people have expected, it went smooth and without having any problem between them. They were so natural, so comfortable and so like normal couple. Orihime encircled her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. She met his gaze locking her eyes with his. Orihime felt strangely a myriad of emotions - peaceful, tenderness, desire, love and a bizarre feeling. Then, realizing his face was very close to hers. Orihme caught her breath and founding herself becoming nervous. She couldn't look away, she wouldn't look away. Without giving another second. She saw Grimmjow moving forward and their lips were an inch away. Instead of feeling his lips on hers. Grimmjow kissed Orihime on the forehead. And the flash of camera captured this very moment, followed by a declaration to the end of the photoshoot.

They walked back in silence, without holding hands or chatting or even showing affection between the two of them during the photo shoot. How could he do that to her? How could he even do that in front of everyone? Orihime's thoughts continue to wander until they've reached to their changing rooms.

"Meet me at the car park later." Grimmjow spoke quickly.

Orihime was about to protest, but he then encircled his arms around her waist.

"I will be on my car waiting." he said huskily and left.

Orihime closed the door behind her, stood with her shoulder pressing against the wall for support. She couldn't believe it. Her heart was racing and couldn't calm her nerves down. If anyone found out what she was doing. If Ichigo knew, would they still treat her the same? Her friends probably won't trust her. But everyone surely deserves a chance, a chance to understand each other, to communicate with, to enjoy each others company, and, to fallen in love. What caused them to hate each other today was mainly due to the rivalry, and apart from that, what is let between them? Nothing.

In truth, Orihime felt conflicted, conflicted of not knowing where her loyalty lies and where it belonged to. But most importantly, she hated herself lying to her friends. As far as she knew, Grimmjow was the only one who could made her heart beats, and attracts her gaze whenever he is around.

She hurriedly changed her clothes, left the room and took the elevator. The decreased floor numbers, increased her anticipation, and the sound of arrival at the basement gave her a mental kick. She looked around the basement. There was no sign of Grimmjow. This is strange. I wonder what kind of plans was he up to. I should find him immediately. Orihime began to wander around the car-park, trying to look for him. Suddenly, a black BMW i8 appeared and stopped in front of her. The window came down. And there revealed Grimmjow on the driver seat.

"Get in." He spoke to her.

And she listened to him.

"Are you sure this is the right direction to my house?" Orihime asked.

"Its not." Grimmjow simply answered.

"Then where are we going?"

"Just seat and relax woman."

"But I thought you said home."

He didn't response, instead was looking straight. Orihime followed his gaze. She couldn't see it very clear, but there were lights at the far end. Everything came closer and suddenly realizing they are on top of the hill with an incredible night view of the city. As soon as the engine stopped roaring, Orihime quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and left the car. She started walking unconsciously towards it to get a better view.

She finally reached to a point, amazed by the city lights. Grimmjow was standing behind watching her. She took another quick look at him before returning her gaze back.

"Its nice, isn't it?" Grimmjow came up to her.

"Its absolutely stunning..."

Grimmjow let out a chuckle. To him she's just like a kid, easily satisfied.

"I've never thought this city would be this beautiful." She said. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"If you want. I can always bring you here."

"Why did you brought me here tonight?"

"Always asking hell lots of questions." Grimmjow complained and hugged her from behind. "I just want to share this place with the person I like. And you're my woman."

Orihime turned half way and looked at him in slight confusion.

"Listen, princess." Grimmjow started. "I want your heart."

"The heart?" Her voice sounded so unsure and worried.

"No matter what happened and even if its your friends trying to stop me. I'll fight them."

"Don't." Orihime immediately protested."I don't want you or my friends to get hurt."

"Everything is worth the fight, if its for you." He lifted his hand to caress her cheek.

Orihime remained quiet. It was getting cold and this topic is making her unease.

"Are they that important?"

Orihime reluctantly gave a sigh. "Yes, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you either."

"If you have to make a decision, which one would you choose?"

"Why does it matter? It's not that you..."

"Answer me." He insisted.

There was something different about him. His eyes, his voice, his tone. Grimmjow always had a serious expression, but right now, there was a distinct harshness that she did not notice before. It made her uncomfortable. They remained him so close brought back a flood of familiar emotions. Should she tell that she struggled between her friends and him or pretend that she did not know what he was talking about? He probably won't believe that. While she tried to hide her uneasiness, her body was much honest than herself.

Silently, she brought her hands around, trying to calm herself down. Grimmjow was right. She should have be able to make a decision, yet why is she hesitating? What is she hesitating about? Her loyalty? Her friends? Her dignity? Or her self-esteem? Orihime doesn't know.

Grimmjow noticed her shivering. He looked at her petite figure feeling himself being pulled into two directions. The realization of his feelings told him to leave and never get involve too much with her. The woman did not feel the same and probably viewed him as one of her many friends. Even without Aizen's command , she was still out of his reach. Shinigami wouldn't allow them to have anything kind of relationship or any interactive being formed. Yet, she still got under his skin and made him dare to hope on ridiculous things.

"Lets go." He spoke, taking his eyes away from hers.

"Grimmjow?"

"Its getting cold and late." He said, began walking away.

"Where are we going?" She asked, following him.

He titled his head to the side. "I'm taking you home."