I feel like it's been awhile, so here's Ch 9!
Thnxx for reviews!
Don't own Bleach/Characters.
"You know Orihime, I'm not going to always be the only man in your life" Sora said to me while letting his fingers run carefully through my short hair.
I loved him, more than the night loved the moon.
It was that deep, my brother was my everything.
"I know that, but I don't really like to think about it" I said with a pout and looking down towards the ground. He kneeled down to my level, his dark eyes staring straight through me.
I could never forget those eyes.
"You don't have to now. But one day, you'll find someone just perfect for you" and then he was placing a kiss to my forehead.
Jeez do I miss him.
I shot up with a gasp, my hair sticking to my face in heap of sweat. And simultaneously, a blazing headache was rushing to my temples.
"Oh no…" I quickly grabbed my head and stood from a couch.
A couch.
I frantically looked around to realize I was in a dark living room, this wasn't my home.
Oh god, this isn't good, this isn't good, please let this be a dream or something along those lines Lord.
I look to the ground in a panic and see my belongings and phone, I pick it up and slide it open.
12:36 PM.
PM! I never sleep in this late, so many things to be done, to be finished and yet my freaking mind can't even process what's going on, especially with this splitting headache running through it.
"Oh no, Oh no, Oh no…" I begin to chant while quickly grabbing my things and turning around to head towards the door, only to find myself tripping over something unknown and falling to the floor.
This day is just getting better and better.
As I lay there in a heaping mess, my brain desperately trying to escape from my skull, I see a shadow slowly enter the room.
This is it, my life is over, it sucks I only made it to age 17, jeez.
"Dear father in heaven…" I began to pray in a whisper, only to have an all too familiar deep voice interrupt.
"Get off the ground Orihime" Slowly I looked up from the floor where my gaze landed in a pool of blue eyes, messy teal hair and, a shirtless Grimmjow.
Shirtless! This shouldn't be affecting me so much since I saw the boy have sex and all, but that was from far away.
This was up close in personal. And I could nearly feel the drool beginning to travel down my chin. He was so lean and yet firm, hard biceps, a plain of creamy flesh, ripples of abs and…
"Did you hear me!" he shrieked, striking directly into my ear lobe and straight to my skull. I winced and grabbed my head again.
"Can you please be quiet?" I mumble while lazily rising back to my feet, only to hobble some as I did so.
Why did I feel like such crap, and why in the world was I here…at Grimmjow's?
He stepped closer and extended his hand out to me as well with a glass of water.
"Here, take these, for your headache" he stated and I couldn't help but wonder how he knew I'd have a headache, but at the moment I didn't care. I reached my hand out and he dropped two pills into my palm and handed me the glass.
"These aren't like, drugs or anything?" I question a bit skeptic. Grimmjow simply rolled his eyes and muttered some profanities under his breath before making his way over to a lamp in the corner and switching it on.
Guess I could trust him enough, so I took the pills and placed the glass onto the table. And then I was looking around in total surprise.
The walls were an aquatic tinted blue color, a black bookshelf resting in the corner with myriad of books aligned, and the image of Grimmjow reading nearly blew my mind. Black couches, a computer resting on a stand and a medium sized TV. It seemed unlike him, yet it seemed everything like him, if that makes any sense.
And it was homely.
I couldn't decide if I was comfortable in such a relaxed environment, or awkward to the fact it was Grimmjow Jaggerjacks home.
"Don't tell me your blacking out on me?" he said, tearing me from my ogling. I turned my head to see him sitting back on the couch, one foot propped up on the table, a remote in one hand and the other resting right on his lean stomach.
I shook my head with a slight clear of my throat.
"No, I'm fine, well, not really uh, I'm here, at your house" I say in disbelief and Grimmjow chuckled huskily while focusing his attention to the TV.
I didn't know what was so amusing.
"I'm guessing you want answers and explanations huh?" he questioned sarcastically and I could feel frustration beginning to build up inside me.
"It'd help" his eyes gazed over to me then, a smirk on his lips before he sighed.
"Well don't just stand there, take a seat" he nodded his head right next to him. I pulled my lip between my teeth, and I was certain an awkward presence was beginning to surface in the room.
At least, to me it did, he seemed totally relaxed, but then again nothing really fazed Grimmjow.
I slowly started my way over to the couch, taking a seat on the cushion beside him, his eyes stayed focused on me, this amused look dancing in his eyes.
I hated that look.
And then the close proximity made me feel even more self-conscious, god I didn't even brush my teeth or take a bath yet. I probably looked like a freaking train wreck.
Though, as I looked to him questioning if that was the reason behind his silent taunting, his face was calm and gentle, like he could care less about it.
I guess I relaxed a bit.
"So um, can you give me some answers?" I mumbled. He moistened his lips with a sigh, his chest slowly rising then falling.
"Party, friends, drinking, vomit, home, there you go" he said quickly and my eyebrows furrowed together.
"What was that?" I asked in disbelief, he gave me a 'duh' expression.
"Answers. Those are the reasons why you are in my house right now" he stated and as he did so, everything slowly began to re-surface in my memory.
His friends, Ulquiorra, Szayel, Gin and Starrk, all of us in a room…drinking. The thought nearly made me vomit…
Vomit! I remember throwing up and then everything after that is just a total blur. I guess that leads me to exactly where I am now.
It just doesn't sound like a night that normally happens to me and yet, it did happen. I faced him with wide eyes.
"Jeez, I can't believe it. I went partying…with you?" I questioned more to myself than to him. He smirked and continued flipping through channels.
"Don't get all worked up, it'll never happen again, that's for damn sure" he said and I rolled my eyes while standing to my feet.
"You're right Grimmjow. It won't. You got me drunk and brought me back to your house, you pervert!" I shrilled while grabbing my things. I know it was irrational what I said, but I couldn't think of anything better.
However, he took my comment seriously, and in a second's time, he was standing as well, his jaw flexing angrily.
"I got you drunk? You're fucking full of shit, you decided to drink your own damn self Orihime" he was shouting back, and I found myself equally matching his anger.
"Well you could have stopped me or something" and here I was placing blame. Grimmjow snickered.
"I'm not your keeper for Christ sakes, you're a big girl, I never forced you" He was shouting and my headache was coming back, pounding harder than when I awoke. I closed my eyes momentarily and re-opened them.
"Look I don't care, just ugh, I'm leaving" and I turned away towards the door, but he was then sauntering over quickly and I felt his rough hand upon my forearm, spinning me back around and pulling me hard into his chest.
I gasped, my body going rigid as I looked up to see him staring intently back down at me. He was giving me a hard glare that was going straight through me, sucking my breath away slowly.
"Is that what you want then, me to use force, Orihime?" he said in a low octave voice before he was then backing me into his door, the items in my palms dropping to the floor as his hand grasped the nape of my neck, entangling in my hair.
I didn't know how to act. My mind was screaming to push him off me and kill him, yet my body nearly molded into his tall frame, begging for him to not let go.
None of it was comprehensible.
He glanced over me and I felt like I was trembling or something. A shadowed smirk decorated his lips as he gruffly chuckled before leaning into my neck, his breath fanned me in a breezily shudder before I felt his moist lips grazing below my ear.
My body tensed as he placed tender kisses over the pressure point in my neck and gently traveling to my ear lobe, where he carefully nibbled.
"Tell me to stop Orihime" he whispered just as I felt his hand slip under my shirt, his finger tips skimming softly on my stomach. My eyes screwed shut and as I tried to find words, my thoughts were all fuzzy and disoriented.
His tongue then flickered out, lazily running it over my ear as his fingers lingered over my navel, caressing it with ease.
And then a noise left my mouth, a noise I never heard float from out of my lips to my ears.
I moaned.
It was so foreign and unfamiliar, and Grimmjow simply chuckled.
"Say it" he mumbled as his lips began to trace back down my neck and over to the hollow of my throat where his teeth gingerly nipped, and I knew, this was where this had to end.
"S-Stop, Grimmjow" I stammered in a hushed tone. Grimmjow stayed motionless for a second and silence swirled around us.
That awkward atmosphere returning.
He released a light breath against my neck before slowly removing his hand from out of my shirt and backing away, our eyes meeting.
And I've never seen his piercing blue eyes literally seem like they were a liquid pool, my heart fluttered, and I couldn't explain why.
"If you're going to leave, leave" he stated firmly, back to his old self. I simply pulled my lips between my teeth, bent down gathering my things and quickly opened his door, the bright noon sunshine blinding me. Without another word, I escaped from his porch, marching across the lawn over to my house.
And the whole way there, my heart would not stop beating erratically.
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