Welcome Ladies and Gents (Well, probably more ladies than gents...haha) to my lovely little fan fic, "When I Look Into Your Eyes!" With this chapter I'm fairly sure I'm entering into the land of smut, so you younger more sensitive viewers have been warned. If smutty content is too adult or you just don't like it, the rest of this fic is not for you. I'm glad you stuck with me this far. For everyone else, read on: ^.~
"I want to fuck you."
Orihime was fairly sure she misheard the man that hovered above her on the couch. "Excuse me?" she squeaked, though she wasn't quite sure she wanted Grimmjow to repeat himself.
Grimmjow looked flustered. "Are you a fucking moron?! I want to sleep with you! Have sex with you! Make love-!" he shouted at her, though cut off his last exclamation. Yup, she'd heard right the first time.
Orihime's shocked mind couldn't even begin to form words. "Well?!" Grimmjow shouted, looking quite uncomfortable. "Ah, that is…" Orihime stammered, but for some reason found it impossible to say 'no.'
"Orihime…if you can't answer with words, then let your body answer for you," Grimmjow murmured in her ear. "Wha…! That is…!" Orihime attempt to form words was soon cut short by Grimmjow's mouth atop her own.
Orihime squirming was put to a stop once his tongue entered her mouth. He quickly coaxed her own tongue into a sensual dance with his. Their lips parted, too soon in Orihime's opinion, and Grimmjow focused is attention on her neck.
Orihime couldn't stop the moan that escaped her mouth as Grimmjow gently lowered her onto the couch. A wonderful foggy feeling was encroaching upon Orihime's mind as the heat from Grimmjow's kisses penetrated deep into her soul.
As Grimmjow began to undo the top her dress, Orihime couldn't even begin to fathom why everything felt so…right. Still, she couldn't stop the blush that crept to her face as Grimmjow exposed her breasts.
"Ah…maybe…" Orihime managed, though her voice was barely a whisper. "Don't worry…you're beautiful," Grimmjow replied gently as he cupped Orihime's left breast with his hand and captured the nipple of the other in his mouth.
Orihime moaned almost embarrassingly, but the passion that welled up in her was like nothing else. It was like her body knew this was right and that Grimmjow was the right person.
Orihime reached forward and pushed Grimmjow's short jacket off, exposing his bare chest. She ran her hands across his taut chest and torso, tracing the outside of his hollow hole with her fingertips. Grimmjow slid off the rest of Orihime's remaining clothing and maneuvered his hand between her legs.
"You're so wet," he teased, his breath ghosting over her ear. Orihime felt like her whole body was on fire with the heat of her blush as Grimmjow slid down the length of her body. His mouth met her most sensitive region and explored it with his tongue. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to stifle the sounds she emitted.
Grimmjow pulled away from Orihime and deftly removed the rest of his clothing. Orihime's eyes widened at the sight of his hard manhood. He stretched out on top of her and leaned in close. "Can you bear me?" he asked with a solemn look.
Orihime found she couldn't mask her uncertainty. This was her first time and though she had little experience in such matters, she could tell Grimmjow was very well-endowed. Grimmjow's eyes met her own and snapped her out of her own thoughts. "I won't be offended if you close your eyes and imagine I'm…that Soul Reaper," he offered, though it looked like the very thought pained him.
Orihime didn't mask her surprise at such an offer. She threw her arms about his neck. "I only react this way for you…because…I know now that I care-" she began to admit, but stopped at the sight of his stunned face. Grimmjow then proceeded to jump off her like he'd been stung. Orihime sat up in disbelief.
Grimmjow had already pulled on his clothes by the time Orihime found her voice functioning again. "Wha-" she started to say but Grimmjow merely threw her clothing at her. "Cover yourself up or I'm sure someone will treat you like the fucking whore that you appear to be, woman," he growled.
With that, he covered most of his lower face with his hand and turned away from her. Orihime could see the pinkness of his blush on his ears as he stormed out of her room, leaving Orihime to wonder in the dark what she'd done wrong.
In her mind, she told herself that this was best. She shouldn't let her body be defiled by Grimmjow. Still, in her heart she knew that Grimmjow was the only one her body would respond to…the only one that made her body burn with lust.
She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged herself, as her torn emotions manifested themselves in heart-wrenching sobs…Her only comfort now was the quiet darkness that reverberated with her own wailing.
This is probably a fic that will need a M-rating very soon...if not now, though I'm not nearly as discriptive as some other writers. I prefer to leave a little to the reader's imagination. I hope you all liked it...! I haven't written many intimate scenes before! Poor Orihime. Things will work out [right?], I promise! If you feel like it, drop me a review! Until next time, this has been B.R.Y. over and out! ^.^
