Welcome, ladies and gents to chapter 13 of "When I Look Into Your Eyes." With this chapter I realize fully that I am a dirty, dirty pervert. No matter how I deny it. So, I guess if you're a perv like me, enjoy! If not, sorry for the nightmares. O.o
Orihime stared out her small window and once again tried to stifle yet another gut-wrenching sob. How could she have been so stupid? She'd attempted to give all of herself only to be pushed away. If her ego was bruised, then her heart was shattered. Why did she let her mouth run so? The door to her cell clicked, but she could tell it wasn't Grimmjow. He'd probably never be back. Orihime peeked over her shoulder and spied the female Arrancar, Dox, who usually took care of her, laying out her lunch.
Dox's eyes met hers and she smiled sympathetically. "You look like a hot mess," she stated with a chuckle, "But your lover out there doesn't really look much better."
Orihime opened her mouth to speak, but snapped it shut. Grimmjow was upset as well? But wasn't he the one to leave?
"Lord Grimmjow isn't like other men, if you haven't noticed," Dox said as if reading Orihime's mind. She plopped down on couch and popped some of the food she brought Orihime in her mouth. "And I'm not even talking about on a romantic level, either. He's literally in a class of his own even in normal affairs. That's why he's probably so hard to deal with and figure out…but, that, of course, is my own opinion." She shrugged for effect, and then threw a lock of her floor length raven hair behind her shoulder.
Orihime blinked at her. "Have you known him a long time?" she squeaked, staring at the young Arrancar beauty. It was hard to deny that Dox was lovely. Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail and her hollow mask lay across her forehead like a tiara with pieces of it adorning the hair that framed her face. While she dressed conservatively, enough of her stomach showed to allow one to see that her hollow hole sat where her navel should have been. "Have you slept with Grimmjow, Dox-san?" Orihime couldn't help herself from asking.
Dox almost spewed the drink she'd been downing across the room. "Are you insane?" she gasped wide-eyed, "Grimmjow isn't my type of guy. He's practically sociopathic with just a touch of sadism. Sure, he looks good on the outside, but I think the inside is what counts." She then yelped a bit and then grumbled under her breath. "Dammit, and here I was trying to see if you'd give him another chance. But once again, I let my mouth run away with me and create images of him being crazy enough to skull-fuck his enemies to death," she pouted, then waved her hand at Orihime dismissively, "Not that he's ever skull-fucked his enemies…at least not that I know of…"
Orihime couldn't help but giggle. "I think the Grimmjow you know is his façade," she said walking over to where the female arrancar sat, flustered, "I'm not saying that I know him better than you do…because I probably don't, but…"
Dox smiled gently. "He's realized his error, Orihime," she said quietly, but firmly, "He's coming to apologize to you…maybe to find out if you'll give him a second chance…at least that's what I get from him, then again, you know how hard he is to understand. Are you willing to?"
Orihime stared at the couch. It was such a direct question, but she knew her answer. She looked at Dox and tried not to let her eyes get misty. "I'd give him as many chances as he wanted…" she stated firmly, "…but I'm not going to let him hurt me again."
Dox grinned approvingly. "Good, now let's get you looking pretty," she laughed.
By the time Grimmjow showed up for dinner, Dox had managed to transform Orihime's tear-stained, messy haired self into a beautiful woman. Maybe cosmetology was the young Arrancar's calling? She'd pulled Orihime's auburn hair into a messy bun and given her just enough make-up to "accentuate, but not cover up true beauty" as Dox had put it.
Orihime sat as elegantly as she could on her couch and stared across the room, pretending to ignore Grimmjow. She didn't bat an eye when he placed dinner in front of her. Even if her real confidence was in the metaphorical toilet, it wasn't as if she couldn't muster up some fake confidence instead.
She couldn't stop herself from peeking to see his reaction. His face was like stone and unreadable as he stared down at her. She felt her faux confidence ebb a little.
"What do you want me to do?" Grimmjow asked suddenly, surprising and scaring Orihime. He scowled at her shock. "What the fuck do you want me to do?" he repeated with an almost growl.
Orihime blinked, before finally finding her voice. "As an apology?" she asked softly, trying to contemplate the concept of Grimmjow apologizing.
He shrugged. "If you want to call it that," he retorted gruffly, but Orihime could see a very slight pinkish blush cross his face albeit briefly.
Orihime's mind raced. Grimmjow? Do something for her? "Kiss me," she replied quietly, though she wasn't sure she'd been the one to say it. Heaven help her, Grimmjow leaned down and kissed her gently at first, but then his kisses became more aggressive…they seemed to match his personality.
Sometime in between kissing, lengths of time Orihime couldn't even recall, they'd both lost their clothing and ended up on her small bed. Orihime attempted to stifle the lewd moan she emitted as Grimmjow kissed her body all over, including her most sensitive region.
Orihime looked down at him and met his azure eyes. He stared at her a few moments before forming words. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" he asked directly.
Orihime blushed and nodded. "I'm sorry…" she began but he cut her off.
Grimmjow pressed the length of his body against hers and cupped her face his hands. "Am I good enough?" he asked, kissing her softly.
Orihime blinked back her tears. "Please…I want you," she murmured. How could she have ever known that Grimmjow would make her so happy?
Grimmjow positioned himself above her and Orihime wondered how his manhood was ever going to fit inside of her. He shot her a sympathetic look, which if that wasn't shocking enough, followed it up with, "I'm sorry. I won't lie to you and say this won't be painful at first, but I can promise it will get better."
He didn't lie. Orihime attempted not to scream at first, the pain was unlike anything she'd been faced with before. Tears leaked out of her eyes and Grimmjow would occasionally catch them with his tongue or fingers. He treated her with such fragility that despite the pain Orihime couldn't help but be touched.
Suddenly, the pain seemed to recede only to be replaced by a feeling so pleasurable welling up inside of her that she could hardly stand it. "Grimm-" she began, but was moderately disturbed by the fact that she couldn't even finish his name before crying out. She raked her fingers down his back in a sad attempt to hold onto something while her body writhed with pleasure.
"Shit…" he groaned, then pressed deeper into her. Orihime bit her lip to ignore the pain. She didn't want him to stop…not when he looked so sexy. Sweat plastered his cobalt hair to his head and dripped down his perfectly formed body. His azure eyes stared straight into her soul. She couldn't ever have imagined seeing him like this.
He moaned with her when he brought her pleasure and she began to grind against him, wrapping her legs around his body. At one point, he leaned down and whispered her name in her ear. Her heart soared to heights that she never thought she could attain.
She yelped as she came yet again and Grimmjow delved deep enough that she could tell she held all of him inside. He gripped her legs and pushed them toward her body. She didn't think she could take much more, but hearing his groans and curses of satisfaction, her mind begged her body to hold on just a bit longer.
He rocked against her and pushed harder and faster until Orihime thought she was going to break. "Grimmjow...!" she gasped, "…I can't…!"
He pulled out of her and lay down next to her. Orihime found it odd that she felt like she was missing something now that he wasn't inside of her. She looked over and saw that his dick was still as erect, if not more, than it had been when they'd started. She didn't bother to fight the blush that ran across her face. "Grimmjow…" she began, but was cut off as he pulled her on top of him and held her face in his hands.
"Orihime," he said gently, "Don't worry about it."
Orihime was touched by is sentimentality, but it was hard not to worry about it with it poking her leg. "Then…you didn't…" she pouted.
Grimmjow laughed. She stared at him dumbfounded by the sound. It wasn't that I'm-going-to-kill-you laugh that he usually used when fighting. This was clear and wonderful. Grimmjow released her face, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. "Men aren't like women, you know. We kind of have one shot…but due to your maidenhood there wasn't any way that you were going to last long enough…" he began to explain, but yelped in surprise, "Orihime…what the fuck-?"
Orihime knew enough about sex from magazines to know that most men didn't argue when a girl, er, put her mouth down there. Even thinking about it was embarrassing; she didn't know how or where she'd mustered up the courage to do it. She was shocked really just how big he was but attempted to swallow as much as possible.
"Orihi…!" Grimmjow panted. He ran his hands through her hair and guided her gently, but never pushed her. Orihime never thought she'd have him in this position…One where she actually was in control of him. She didn't know if it was devilish to enjoy it.
It went on for what seemed like hours before Grimmjow let out a strangled cry and gripped the bed with what seemed like all the strength in his fingers. Orihime felt warm fluid pour into her mouth. She couldn't say she remembered this from magazines.
Before she could contemplate on her current situation more, Grimmjow hauled her up into his arms, then stared at her levelly. "I'm not going to kiss you unless you swallow that…" he stated flatly staring at her.
She complied, but then stared back at him mildly horrified. "You could have warned me…!" she started to whine before Grimmjow covered her mouth with his hand.
"Fuck that, you were the one that started all that. I figured you knew what the hell you were doing!" he snarled back. Orihime could see a faint smile tug at the corners of his mouth. She evaded his hand and started to kiss him when the door to her cell burst open.
Dox stood there, frantic and wide-eyed. She didn't even seem to care that they were in the throes of post-sex loving rituals. "Lord Grimmjow," she said, panting as though she'd been running, "There are enemies on the horizon…and though we cannot identify them all…one is, at least, the Soul Reaper Kurosaki Ichigo!"
So they finally had sex. About time, yeah? I tried to keep them in character, but also I think that there is a facet to yourself that you only show your lover, so hence the slight differences in their personalities. Hope you all liked it! Drop me a review if you feel like it!