Title: Catfight

Summary: Someone's feeling playful. Pretty much, I gave a bit of plot to a PWP idea I had.

Word Count: 4080

Warnings: Cussing and sexy time.

Genre: Romance / Humour

Rating: M – this was originally a PWP so it's not going to be anything less.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or the amazing characters; all credit goes to the brilliant Tite Kubo. Nor do I make any money from these ridiculous plots.

The cell's en suite bathroom was filled with water vapour, the spring fragrance of fresh rain and the room's occupant's soft hum. That morning, Orihime had been allowed to sleep in – no meeting then it seemed – and when she finally dragged herself out of her cosy bed, the girl jumped straight into a hot bath. That was two hours ago. Several refills of hot water later, a rather shrivelled Orihime fought off the desire to sleep.

Although she was well and truly clean now, and had been for the majority of the time, Inoue could not bring herself to get out of the bath. She hadn't heard Ulquiorra enter with her breakfast so obviously he was in no rush for her to do anything. Orihime took that as permission to have a very lazy day.

"Hmmm," She sighed contentedly; it must have been the twentieth happy sigh in five minutes alone. Just as heavy lids dropped over her eyes, she felt the approach of an Espada's strong reiatsu. Ulquiorra? Probably. She heard the door open but when there was no following demand for her, she presumed he had left her breakfast for when she was ready – he'd done that before; just because she had all day to do nothing did not mean he did too.

Not wanting her food to get cold (mmmm yesterday's was eggs and she was even allowed to chose things to go with them. Ulquiorra didn't expect the honey though and was not amused by her title for the meal: Honey Side Up. Of course, she found it hilarious) Orihime finally pulled her body vertical and stepped out of the lustrous water. Once on stable land, she found her sense of balance and reached for the huge fluffy yellow towel; she found herself very tempted to stay in the towel all day as it had a beautiful ability to hold its heat twenty-four seven!

After drying her hair haphazardly and clipping the mass of auburn locks in a messy knot, the flushed human girl emerged from the bathroom but was confused to see her table empty from food. Her disappointment distracted her from looking around at first, but when she saw the figure sitting on her couch, she leapt back in her bathroom immediately.

He hadn't visited in a while, for which she was somewhat thankful for as well as disappointed. The man made her incredibly nervous but he had an amazing talent for distracting her from the harsh realities of her life. So Grimmjow's sudden appearance caught Orihime very off guard, especially as she was only clad in a towel.

Not wanting the impatient Arrancar to wait any longer, Inoue pulled on her clothes quickly and made her hair as presentable as possible in such a short supply of time. Re-entering her bedroom, Orihime tentatively approached the blue-eyed hollow.

She walked perpendicular to the side of the sofa, but the Espada's position leaning against the armrest meant he didn't see her approach. Of course, the brief inclination of his head notified the girl that he knew she was there.

His previous visits concerned healing his minor injuries from trivial brawls in or out of Las Noches. The Sexta Espada had not needed her assistance in a few weeks so Orihime assumed he had calmed somewhat. So what did he want now?

"Umm, hello Grimmjow." By now she stood behind the Arrancar, who simply lifted his head to look at her upside down. Orihime looked down, smiling at his reversed smirk. Even flipped, his non-violent grin still made her brain dizzy. "Can I help you with something?"

"Obviously, you idiot; I'm not here just to talk, am I?" Grimmjow stood, waiting for the girl to notice and react. The confusion plastered on her face had him wondering if she was a natural blonde, and when she still looked perplexed at his lack of explanation, he decided to spell it out.

"You can fuckin' heal these, woman," He gestured to his torso with his right hand and nearly laughed aloud as shock swept across her eyes.

"Wha ... wha ... wha..." She couldn't believe she'd missed them! From his neck line to the man's waist, there wasn't an inch of skin that wasn't bleeding or drenched in blood. In fact, she could see the faint hints of red bleeding through the fabric of his jacket. See what she meant about distraction?

He did laugh at her gobsmacked expression, but it – well it didn't hurt – but it wasn't comfortable.

"Well quit your bloody gapin' and heal 'em," He ordered, startling her out of astonishment. Orihime instantaneously erected her Souten Kisshun; surprised she had to avert her gaze as she revealed more of his magnificently sculptured chest to keep from blushing. She looked up into strangely relaxed hypnotic pools of blue.

"Um, so who did you annoy this time?" Orihime asked quietly.

At first, Grimmjow laughed – effectively scaring the girl – before he glared down at her. Ironically, it was his aggravated expression than amused the human while his laugh had previously alarmed her.

"Well, you know what I mean. You always manage to upset someone," she continued giggling. The Espada's scowl flattened as he waited for Orihime to finish the job; Inoue let her question go, she really didn't want a bothered Grimmjow with her, especially once he was in top form.

She backed away slightly, admiring her work (well, partly at least), before she returned her eyes to his. Without his notice, her eyes widened at his softened expression with remnants of a smile in place; perfection.

"Ulquiorra," Grimmjow suddenly muttered. Seeing the woman's repeat wave of puzzlement, he clarified, "I 'annoyed' him, as you put it."

Once enlightenment had settled in, Orihime rolled her eyes in exasperation. Grimmjow sat on the couch, happy to stay in her company – provided she didn't yammer on all day.

"Oh, Grimmjow, what am I going to do with you, silly?" Smiling, Orihime patted his head patronisingly.

And she had called him 'silly'.

The Arrancar glared menacingly at the girl who had such fuckin' nerve before he shoved her aside, grinning when she stumbled and caught herself on the low armrest.

"Hey!" Orihime stood defiantly while Grimmjow gave her a look that screamed, 'Well what did ya expect, bitch?'

The girl sat beside the man, facing him; if looks could kill, well, Grimmjow didn't think he'd be dead, but he'd be pretty uncomfortable. He turned away from her attempt at a glare, only to be mildly surprised when her fist connected with his shoulder. He raised a brow at the nudge, but he figured that had he been human (a weak one, but oh well) he'd have a dead arm so he gave her some mental credit for that.

Orihime visibly and audibly gulped at his toying grin, regretting pushing his buttons but her fears were hushed when the azure-haired man merely pushed her off the settee. So maybe she moved about four feet in front of the furniture piece but that was beside the point; he was just messing with her.

She didn't stand immediately; she just rearranged her legs so that she sat cross-legged. Her curious behaviour nearly distracted Grimmjow from the black boot that suddenly flew at him, but of course with his cat-like reflexes, the Arrancar caught it one handed.

"Umm, can I have my-"

Orihime was saved the one-shoed walk of shame to the sofa but still wasn't pleased when her shoe connected – painfully – with the back of her head when he pitched it back. By the time she stood, both feet safely booted, Grimmjow stood before her, grinning at her fuming expression. He leant forward, and Orihime shuffled on her feet as though under examination.

The girl's cheeks blushed a beautiful pink, which then turned crimson when he leaned in more, knowing she could feel his breath on her cheek. While smirking at the simple effects he had on the human, Grimmjow didn't register her raised hand. He did when he felt her nimble fingers flick his ear however.

The Espada instantly straightened, his comically twitching ear making Orihime giggle profusely. Blue eyes glued to her amused form; she missed his calculating expression.

"You're gonna be laughin' a lot more," Grimmjow warned. He paid no mind to her puzzled complexion before restricting both of her wrists in a one-handed firm hold, proceeding to brush at her sides carelessly with his free hand.

"Ah, Grimmjow!" Orihime broke into a fit of giggles; evidently her sides were extremely ticklish. "!" In response to her kicking legs, Grimmjow pinned her wriggling body to the floor, restraining her squirming legs beneath his muscled limbs.

Their position was the least of Inoue's worries; while gasping for air she was trying to fight off the approaching stitch in her side. When she tried to fold in on herself, he simply spread her out again, tickling her with more interest. If she could have begged, Orihime would have, but as it happened, she could barely breathe.

Not wanting his captive to fall unconscious, Grimmjow slowed his ministrations, and the girl visibly calmed. Not before long, Grimmjow was just lazily stroking her waist while Orihime claimed her breath.

"Umm, Grimmjow, could you move? My legs have gone to sleep." Orihime asked quietly, before clearing her sore throat. Without replying, the Espada shifted so that he just sat in between her legs instead of on them.

Although her body no longer fought for oxygen, Orihime's pounding heart refused to slow. Knowing that the man before her could most likely hear exactly how rapidly it was beating, Orihime's flush deepened.

But now it was her turn. She knew she wouldn't be able to catch him off guard again and it was obvious that trying to tickle the Espada as such wouldn't go down so well. Planning her next move was difficult, especially with the object studying her intently; eventually, however, she lit a light-bulb.

Grimmjow wondered what was going on it that crazy head of hers but remained silent. He could tell the girl was becoming frantic, and although he didn't originally intend to position her legs around him this way, he couldn't say he want her to budge; which explained his vaguely annoyed expression when he felt her move.

That was before he felt her shift her weight onto his lap; that he didn't mind, he didn't mind that at all. But he didn't think that the girl anticipated his physical appreciation of her action.

He kept his confusion in check and smiled deviously when he saw her eyes flash wide – so she'd noticed his predicament then. Seeing that it didn't discourage her, Grimmjow made to voice his speculation. He didn't get far.

"What the f–"

Orihime closed the distance between them and kissed his lips tentatively, effectively silencing him. She tried to conceal her inexperience and doubt but stopped worrying when his hands wrapped around her sides, causing her body to flutter for all different reasons than before.

This wasn't meant to happen! Orihime had banked on offending Grimmjow by crossing some invisible line but instead he was just making her lightheaded! Although she had successfully surprised the Arrancar by climbing into his lap, she wasn't going anywhere now.

If she thought that making moves on him was a good come back, then the girl was way off. Sure, had he been the one to force himself on her, that'd be offensive; but evidently, Grimmjow appreciated her latest 'attack'.

It wasn't his problem if that's all she could do, but now it was Grimmjow's turn. He gripped her sides forcefully and kissed her with earnest, his probing tongue happily finding its way into her warm mouth. He pushed her waist down onto his growing appreciation, smirking when he felt her moan into his mouth.

Her inactive tongue bored him, but after receiving a playful nip to the wet muscle, Orihime's appendage joined in the fun. She pulled her body closer and ground against his hips, creating that wonderful friction again. Inoue was rewarded with his guttural moan before he abandoned her swelling lips to abuse her white neck to a glowing red shade.

Okay, so she should have been disgusted with herself for being so intimate with such a man, but the only objections Orihime's mind offered were about her lack of reply to her opponent. Thinking was near impossible when feeling his talented tongue slide over her pulse point over and over again, let alone trying to think outside the box.

He nipped at her neck, presuming she was finally submitting to him; he found this oddly disappointing. The Arrancar would have thought he'd enjoy simply dominating the girl but Grimmjow discovered that he took pleasure in this teasing wrestle.

Pulling her flaming throat away from his attentions, Orihime ignored his frown as she tilted his head slightly to place chaste kisses along his cheek. She paid no heed to his frustrated growls; the girl just silenced them by progressing to his ear where she let her warm tongue lick a slow line down the shell.

Although the action was far too innocent for his liking, Grimmjow still had to fight the urge to just throw his head back in bliss when he felt her moist tongue glide down the side of his jaw to his own throat. The human didn't stop there however, Orihime shifted her weight backwards faintly to lean lower. Her hands made quick work of his jacket then followed every crevice of his built torso, leaving a fiery trail in their wake.

She merely nudged her hands against his shoulders, and he rearranged their bodies so he lay beneath her straddling form. Grimmjow sucked in a pleasured hiss when her dainty tongue ran over a nipple and released a breathy growl in response to her light bite. Orihime sat back up, positioning all her weight on his arousal and simply looked at the Espada beneath her.

With his head out of the clouds, Grimmjow finally took notice of their arrangement, his instincts demanding why the hell he was under the bitch. The anger and confusion that swept across his expression clearly entertained Inoue; Grimmjow felt her shake above him, and although the motions felt good in his lap, her laughter just pissed him off.

So he shut her up. Before Orihime could draw breath, Grimmjow had her pinned; evidently he had rolled them over and now that Orihime thought about it, his hands still gripped her waist tightly. The girl was still denied air when the Arrancar claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss, grinding against her hips.

Grimmjow granted her oxygen before she turned blue, but only to remove the clothing hiding her chest. Orihime's mind fuzzed when his tongue returned to her neck, licking a gradually descending path while his hands climbed up her sides. One large hand left teasing brushes along the underside of a breast, distracting her fully before his rough tongue ran over a dusky tip.

Her startled gasp pleased him; Orihime could feel his smirk against her hardening peak. The gasp became a moan as his hand ceased to flutter around her breast and instead tweaked its nipple; when he pinched one and nibbled the other tip at the same time, Orihime could all but moan his name.

Just to make his point, Grimmjow raised his other hand and restrained both of the girl's wrists above her head, forcing her to arch into his touches. Grey eyes widened in anticipation when she felt an impatient hand drag down over her fluttering stomach, not at all hindered by her skirt. Eager fingers slipped beneath the waist band and teased sensitive skin through her moist panties; just as she felt him roughly shove the material aside, Orihime battled her desires and moved her body away from the miraculous sensations.

The Arrancar was satisfactorily thrown; frustrated, confused and annoyed cerulean eyes followed the red head as she wriggled from underneath his body. When she stood and began to walk away, Grimmjow very nearly jumped her there and then – he was far too turned on to just leave, no way in hell was he sorting himself out after she'd got him so fuckin' excited.

But he stopped in his tracks when he watched the girl seductively flick her hips, the skirt slowly, oh so slowly, sliding down her legs. Still frozen, mesmerised, Grimmjow followed the pair of panties that followed the skirt; she bent way too much to step out of the clothes. Orihime obviously sensed his quick approach as she made her way to the foot of the bed and sat, a flirtatious smile concealing her uncertainty.

Okay, since when did he follow a girl to bed? Hell, he was the one to drag 'em to it, or if nothing else, take them right on the floor. He was all too ready to do just that, but this human had led him to her bed. She won that round fair and square. Shame there wasn't gonna be another turn.

He stripped, eyes locked on her coy expression, and approached; he could taste her insecurity in the air, but he wanted to taste something else. He nudged her knees apart and crawled in between them; he wasted no time before claiming her lips again, informing her of just how frustrated she made him.

"Fuckin' tease," Grimmjow hissed when she pulled away for air. He brought his hand down her stomach proceeding to tease her thighs gently before dragging a long finger along her core; she didn't pull away this time. He figured he'd prepare her well, let her get used to things; maybe take her a bit gentler to begin with; hey, she'd been pretty fun so far.

But he didn't get the opportunity. For a second time, Orihime took matters into her own hands and climbed onto his lap; it still surprised him. The girl gave him no time to change their position, or even to register what she was doing; Orihime tilted her head down, brushing her lips across his before taking his bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling slightly.

The desire growing in the pit of her stomach wouldn't subside, no 'mind-over-matter' could distract her from this need. Orihime moved her hips forward, his erection now pressed against her thigh; she blushed before she rocked against him.

Grimmjow took that as an invitation, one which he accepted. He forced her back down on the bed, his cock still firmly against her skin. He kissed her hard, biting on her lip this time while holding her hips motionless beneath him. He didn't leave her waiting.

Torturous, that's what it was; that's what her eyes said.

Even after the burn faded, the Arrancar above her moved at such an agonisingly slow pace, Orihime knew he did it just to aggravate her. His grip on her hips limited her input and Orihime knew Grimmjow had complete control on his speed. Inoue could only thank God that he was at least firm.

He entered her leisurely, progressing to the bundle of nerves that made her moan before making her whine by retreating just as gradually. Orihime's hands moved desperately over his back down to his sides while her legs tried to hold him closer to her. Her obvious intent for more changed nothing.

So Orihime stopped moaning; of course the sensations were still just as pleasurable but she fixed her face from frustrated to bored. That was bound to get some results. She relaxed her body as much as possible and attempted to control every reaction to his movements.

First, irritation washed over his expression, annoyed azure eyes frowned at the girl's apparent lack of enjoyment. However, the look of a man accepting a challenge swept across his features before long.

Orihime felt one hand leave her hip before it slid across her stomach to lay palm down on her lower stomach, nestled on the neat triangle of short auburn curls. His thumb brushed lower and lower, finding the pleasure point that surprised Orihime. With all her effort, the girl managed to merely close her eyes slowly when the rough pad of his thumb repeatedly stroked the cluster of nerves.

His other hand wound its way around Orihime's body to rest beneath the small of her back, tilting her hips up to change the angle; she bit the inside of her mouth to contain the moan that threatened to give her away. Grimmjow leaned the human's top-half up to him, allowing his tongue to sensuously slide over her neck and across her shoulder, pausing to pay extra attention to her pulse point.

Still dissatisfied with her lack of response, Grimmjow pulled her closer to his body, still not moving fast enough but unknowingly giving her the opening she desired. Orihime seized the opportunity and rested on his lap, her hands clasped around his neck; she allowed her devious smile to play on her lips, her moist tongue wetting them before she placed them on the corner of his mouth.

"My turn," was all she said, her breathy voice revealing the pent-up bliss from the Espada's earlier ministrations. Using his shoulders for leverage, Orihime pushed herself up and down on her thighs, now understanding why Grimmjow had tortured her so. She had anticipated taking what she needed so desperately as soon as she could, but making him suffer the frustration was suddenly so much more appealing.

In their current position, Orihime was able to tense her body around his length while slowly taking him in before freeing him again. The deeper penetration combined with her weight resulted in mind blowing pressure when she had lowered herself to the hilt while the ability to suspend herself teased him more than he could bear.

Each time he tried to move at his own pace, she lifted away. As much as Grimmjow needed more control, he desired the little friction more. The more he asked for, the less she gave.

Both took their turns pushing each other's limits until they were just a tangle of frustrated limbs; neither wanted to compromise.

They ended up back on the floor, Grimmjow leaning against the edge of the bed while Orihime moved above him. His head rested on the bedspread, giving the girl easy access to tease the skin of his throat. When her hips lifted away, his own reflexively thrust up to meet hers, but instead of distancing herself more, Orihime met him mid-thrust.

Grimmjow immediately raised his head, pleasured eyes wide. Frustrated bodies now met at an unspoken understanding and each moved with equal intention. Their movements moulded together until neither knew where they ended and the other started; synchronised motions accelerated equally until Inoue moved backwards, pulling Grimmjow above her.

He moved faster, still allowing Orihime to cling to his body and writhe beneath him. Grimmjow followed the instructions her heels gave him while the girl complied with his hands' requests. Her breathing became jagged as his groans became erratic; both knew that their previous frustration was going to pay off.

One final thrust while her hands gripped his neck tighter than before, and all need was alleviated, the desire relieved. Grimmjow's growl met Orihime's cry and then their breaths matched gasp for gasp.

"Can we get back on the bed? My butt's gone to sleep." Orihime muttered in his ear several minutes later. He scoffed but nonetheless picked her up and dropped her on the bed. "Hey!" The sulking girl didn't let go of the amused Hollow and Grimmjow soon found himself pulled down next to her. His tired scowl met her scolding glare. "Play nice, now."

Ulquiorra approached the extremely irritated Espada warily having just witnessed his violent outburst. Every being in Las Noches knew not to annoy an underslept Starrk but maybe that just applied to those with moderate intelligence.

Without disturbing the First Arrancar, Ulquiorra stood by the Hollow that was seeking rest on a hallway floor.

"Ulquiorra," Starrk began. The Fourth was surprised that his superior was still awake. "Why the hell is Grimmjow annoying the rest of us now? Has he left you alone?"

"Not at all; it seems to me that he's practically asking everyone for a fight now." Ulquiorra replied.

"Che, that healing thing that girl does must feel real good then." Starrk commented darkly before drifting off.