Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Never Thought Of

"Are you sure you're now ready of this?" Ichigo asked as Orihime lay naked in front of him on the king-sized bed.

Orihime nodded, her eyes closed upon seeing the glaze of desire clouding Ichigo's eyes, contradicting his words.

Ichigo slowly went down, marveling at the sight of her. Her full and rounded breasts that asked to be touched and suckled, her rosy lips that beckoned to be kissed, he narrow lips and long legs, and her orange core that he wanted to touch and smell. Her hair that spilled like a flaming halo over the pillow surrounding her angelic and innocent face was bringing fiery sensations all over him.

And all of this was his, Ichigo thought, as he put down his hands and caressed her smooth, velvet skin, controlling and at the same time feeding his needs.

He quickly succeeded in getting his clothes off. Orihime, who just opened her eyes, gasped in delight and pride. She was proud by the sheer beauty and masculinity of the man who was hers. His muscles rippled over battle-trained arms and long thighs. His chest and stomach section did not contain a single trace of fat. And his manhood was longer than what she thought.

And all of this was hers, Orihime thought, as she gloried on his hands touching her belly in fevered anticipation.

He lay down beside her, lazily touching her beautiful place, with his other hand caressing the sides of her breasts. She groaned in expectation, wanting so much more. She could tell behind her hazed mind that he was playing with her, testing her patience and control until it broke, going so slow.

She laughed at that thought and opened her eyes, looking at him with amusement. He looked at her with the same flame in his eyes, a bit surprised by her laughter. Instead of laughing with her, he moved her head as he went down on her for a kiss.

The kiss wasn't like any other he did on her. It was devouring, tasting every contour of her mouth and lips to the point that she thought their lips would combust with the heat. He was exploring every part of her that he never dared take a move on before. This was Ichigo after all. And the warrior/shinigami side of him was coming out.

Orihime loved that side. She welcomed it with exquisite gentleness that complemented everything. She caressed his hard jaw, welcoming his hungry kiss. Her other hand was softly splayed on his muscular back, while slowly moving down, playfully gripping his hard shaft, giggling as she discovered that he was so hard for her.

He groaned. "You'll pay for that," he said.

His head went down along with his hot mouth, leaving a trail of warm and wet kisses down her neck to her waiting breasts. Ichigo captured each nipple with his mouth, gently tugging and biting until Orihime cried out, holding his head close.

Pressure built up inside either of them as Ichigo's mouth went back to Orihime's. At that moment, he entered her with great tenderness and control.

Orihime's thoughts blasted apart. This was the man she wanted. Not a certain blue-haired monster who forced himself on her, acting as if he was asleep and blind to what he was doing to her.

She welcomed Ichigo as he drove in and out of her with a force that nearly brought both of them mad. This was the greater pressure and power that they both desired. They were both sighing out each other's names as they climaxed so powerfully that it seemed almost spiritual.

And there they proved that they were destined.

The way their bodies melded and fit was perfect. They were divinely made for each other. This was the seal to their love. And no one could take it all away from them.

He held her steadily, marveling at the sound of her shuddering breath on his chest, their bodies still joined. It was so warm and soft inside her that he couldn't breathe with pleasure. And to think that another man had touched this part of hers before him made his heart stop and his eyes flare with banked fury.

Orihime, as if reading his mind, spoke in her breathless voice. "I love you; only you. And I'll be yours forever, no matter who took me first. It doesn't change the fact that I was made for you, and you were made for me."

Ichigo's embrace went tighter around her. This was his Orihime – kind and forgiving. He would be the same now. And the man she spoke of was now dead and eaten up by hell. That was the vengeance he wanted to impose upon him.

Orihime's heart caught as she heard Ichigo's thundering heartbeat. His heartbeats were hers, and they beat in frenzy because of her. She was the only one who made fires of desire leap into his tender, brown eyes. She was the only one he offered himself to, and he understood. Her insides contacted impulsively at her thoughts, driven by the poignancy of them.

She heard Ichigo groan in surprise. She had squeezed his rigid manhood, completely forgot for one moment that he was still inside her.

"Now why did you do that?" he asked in a controlled voice.

Orihime giggled. "I don't know. I was thinking about you, and then it happened."

"Do it again," he said roughly, loving the feel of what she did to him.

She laughed as he went on top of her again, starting to drive in and out of her down. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out. The pressure and friction between her thighs were so great that she thought she might weep. This time, Ichigo's fierce side was coming out again, filling her with great need and power.

She timed her contractions with his thrusts, just as he asked her to. He was shuddering with delight and whispering her name like a chant, focusing his entire mind on her and the velvet, scorching heat enveloping him.

Orihime felt like she would melt at how single-minded Ichigo was on her. Together, they cried out as Ichigo came within her, a gush of his entire self rushing within her, making her head dizzy with joy. He let out a loud breath of contentment as he collapsed on her, exhausted and sated.

She let her hand travel lovingly on his spiky, orange hair that didn't seem to settle itself in the right places. But she loved the way it put itself. It was just like its owner – unruly and unpredictable. And she loved all of that.

"Orihime," she heard him say as he gently rolled off her, removing himself from inside her. Somehow, Orihime wanted to stop him, but she smiled to herself. Give him a rest, she thought.

They lay asleep together as the entire night slipped by, completed, contented and satisfied. Both of them feeling completely loved by the other. Both completely trapped in a tangle of emotions and desired that they never thought of before – and a more binding promise of a future together.

Soul Society…

"Grimmjow-sama, don't go," a husky female voice said. It belonged to a very pretty raven-haired woman with long eyelashes and melting green eyes.

Grimmjow sat up, silently buttoning his shirt. He had been making love with Takada Naomi, 13th division seventh seat. She was a beauty and every male in Seiretei pined for her, every man except Grimmjow. With his ruggedly good looks, coldly detached personality, and captain-class strength, every woman noticed him, and they were the ones that pursued him. Apparently, Takada, an heiress of a good noble family, was another one of his victims.

And the way he handled his other women – with charm, daring and ruthless self-control, made him a challenge to all of them. He had been deviated from his usual ways only once, and he despised the fact that only a certain orange-haired human possessed that ability – an ability that made him out-of-control when he was around her.

Takada Naomi was beautiful, but none of that beauty was in comparison to an angelic or maybe even a goddess-like beauty like Inoue Orihime. Her expression could change in a second, with those smoldering brown eyes that could arrest and bring down to his knees any powerful man – including him.

Unfortunately for Grimmjow, he wasn't the only one captivated by her character and courage. His greatest nemesis grew much taken with this woman. And more unfortunately for Grimmjow, Orihime was in love with this man, even before Grimmjow met her. Even before she stepped on the cold floors of Las Noches and became their slave and captive.

Anger boiled up inside him as he thought of her once more. He hated himself for feeling and thinking like a stupid, besotted idiot.

"Grimmjow-sama…" that same female voice said again. Grimmjow controlled himself again. As the new captain of the third division, he didn't want to lash out his anger at a helpless woman.

"I have to go, Takada," he said in his usual detached tone, devoid now of the desire it contained a few hours ago, before taking this woman to bed.

"Why?" Takada demanded.

Grimmjow snorted in derision, although he hid it. "As you are aware, I'm a damn captain. I have a lot of responsibilities."

Takada opened her mouth to speak but Grimmjow silenced her with a long, hard kiss.

"Don't worry," he said briefly. "This meeting won't be our last."

As if by assured by his words, the woman smiled seductively up at him. Grimmjow stood up and fixed his haori and left.

What she didn't know that the 3rd division captain said that to all the women he took to bed in Soul Society. It wasn't entirely a lie after all. They would still meet again. In the corridors, where subordinates greeted superiors, even from different divisions. They would still meet in all places where every meeting was cordial in all the shinigamis or soldiers of Soul Society.

But never again they would meet intimately.

That was how Grimmjow handled women. He never wanted to have a second time with any of them, no matter how seductive or good-looking they may be.

He only desired one woman. He wanted her for as long as he knew her. He wanted her so many times that he knew he was the only woman he would certainly be willing to take to bed every night of his life. That is, if only she was willing… and if only she was here and in love with him…

"Good morning taichou," Kira Izuru greeted Grimmjow with usual formality. The blue-haired captain certainly earned the respect of all the subordinates of his squad, although at first they were all hesitant. He was a former enemy after all. But he showed how capable and how powerful he could be.

"Finished with the paperwork Kira?" he asked distractedly, his thoughts still on Orihime.

"Yes sir," his vice-captain replied. "I already sent them to the commander-general's division. Do you need anything else done?"

"Do I need to sign anything?" he asked.

Kira looked surprised. "You already signed all of the papers yesterday afternoon, taichou. You wanted to finish all the work immediately."

Grimmjow glanced up at him from his office seat. He completely lost track of what he did yesterday and he wasn't usually like that.

He gave a nod and added, "Tell the whole division to gather in the training grounds this afternoon. I would like to oversee their training and evaluate them myself."

The vice-captain smiled enthusiastically. Grimmjow was one of the very few captains who actually looked after the skills and training of his subordinates. He was very strict in upholding the efficiency of his division and made sure he cut down anyone who wasn't fulfilling their work well.

Grimmjow was sick of weak shinigamis that he had seen and fought before when he was a Hollow. He wanted to upgrade the standards and capabilities of a shinigami.

And he never expected that he would do something like that in the past.

"Yes sir," Kira replied and went out.

Grimmjow sighed and leaned back in his chair, contemplating all of the situations carefully.

Can you believe me?? Grimmjow, a captain?? Well, I'm weird! Haha. Not really. When you see and talk to me, I'm normal. (Above normal, I'm actually smart and pretty.). Sorry! I'm getting cocky. I drank too much coffee. I'm HYPER. I'm working on fan fics simultaneously so I need the energy boost. Thanks for the reviews, especially to magicsmith. He/she takes time to criticize my work even though I've been hibernating for SOOO long.

Thanks!