CHAPTER 14: The First Sin
"I want you to kiss me," she said. Her cheeks were rosy and parted lips wet and slightly swollen; her eyes dark and beckoning. Her newly freed hands ran up his bare arms, smoothing the skin over his biceps, his shoulders, down his neck; further down, unconsciously tracing the path of the cross tattooed across his back. Down to his ribs the pads of her fingers traveled, then curled to retraced the path they had just traversed using her fingernails to gently scratch his skin. "I don't want you to stop so soon."
Ulquiorra's gazed darkened and he let his mouth hover above hers. The way her fingers dug into his skin made him rake his teeth over his bottom lip. How he wanted to follow her wishes but the man knew just a taste of this wouldn't be enough and he would probably end up sliding into her with no regret. Sitting up fully, Ulquiorra swung his leg over Orihime and then got off the bed. He stood there for a moment, not bothering to hide the hardness in his pajama pants. He wanted her to see what she had done to him. Walking over to the dresser, Ulquiorra pulled out a t-shirt and put it over his head. Then he grabbed the sweater Orihime had made him.
Once he was covered he turned and looked at the redhead. "Ease into this," he said in a strained voice, trying regain his composure. "Do you want to lose your virginity that badly?"
Orihime didn't really understand the effect she had on him. She was just following her heart. Her heart was following her hormones though, not that she realized it. "I don't— I wasn't trying to— I'm sorry," she said, sitting up and folding her hands in her lap. She looked down at them, shame settling on her shoulders. She exhaled heavily and looked up at him, catching a glimpse of his erection. "Oh," was all she had to say about that.
He sighed and brought his hands up to the back of his neck, elbows sticking out to the sides. He was half-tempted to just stand in front of her and let her do what she wanted but Ulquiorra had more sense than that. "Baby steps, Orihime. Too much, too soon and you might scare yourself," he said in a warm tone. "I know what it's like to take pleasure in someone's body. I know what that feels like. I don't think I'd be able to stop."
She looked out the window. "But how am I supposed to be around you and act normally when I know what it feels like to kiss you? I've never…. today was my first time and if I had any idea I probably would have started sooner. Now I can't stop thinking about it," she mumbled, partially to herself. "What do we do now?" she asked, looking back at him.
It was then Ulquiorra walked over to the woman and stood there. He took her hand into his and held it for a moment. "I thought about us together. If we take our time with this it will become second nature. It will become normal. Orihime, that is all I thought about this morning. I thought about kissing you. I thought about touching you; feeling you. I thought about taking you." It was then Ulquiorra placed her hand on his abdomen a couple inches above his suppressed hardness. "Just thinking about you does this to me."
Orihime's mouth fell open and a whisper-quiet whimper escaped, her eyes glued to what stood just below her hand.
"What?"
"It's… there."
"Yes," he replied with a smile. "You can't have it yet though. I just want you to understand what I deal with everyday and I still act normal." Ulquiorra removed her hand.
"My sympathies," she murmured, humbled and impressed. "Well, we should probably go downstairs then. I have to get the lasagna in the oven. Do you want to go for a walk or something?"
Ulquiorra sighed. He was damning himself for his restraint in situations like this. Shaking his head, he said, "You can take a walk if you need to. I'm going to get things ready for Thursday's bible study. It might do us good to spend a few minutes apart. Otherwise I might say fuck it."
Her face fell into a portrait of dejection when he suggested that she take a walk alone, but recovered. She took a deep breath and stood up. "Alright, I'll go make sure the sidewalks and stuff are clear."
"Orihime, you realize that we would have to go to a different part of the city or another town or something to do things that normal couples do, right? We cannot walk around the neighborhood hand in hand. People will talk. I don't want to do that to you." Ulquiorra looked at her then leaned down giving her a slow kiss.
She sighed after he stopped, and leaned against the door frame. "I didn't even think about that…"
"Just remember, all you have to do is say no or we need to stop. You don't have to do this," he said. "I don't know if I could ever give you a normal life."
She twisted her mouth to the side and nodded. She wasn't sure if this was something that she could live with long term. This may have been something he had been thinking about for a long time, but her feelings about him came on relatively suddenly. A sinking feeling settled in her stomach. "You're right, I know."
His arms went around her and he drew her close again. Ulquiorra was silent for a moment. "I don't want you to tell me that you don't want this though and that's selfish of me."
"I wasn't lying. I wasn't stretching or telling you what I think you want to hear. I love you. We'll figure it out, I guess." She hugged him back.
How had Zommari done it? How did he have a child and a wife? How was he still a priest? Then the thought occurred to him that the other priest could have been lying to him just to make him lose his cool. No, he had shown him that picture. Ulquiorra sighed. "Give me an hour to get things ready for Thursday and then we can sit on the couch and look at the Christmas tree or watch a movie," he said to her absently. He was still trying to think of a loophole or a way out of his commitment to the church.
"Okay. See you in an hour," she said and kissed his chin, then squeezed him again and left the room.
Ulquiorra watched her go and then listened as she made her way into the kitchen. He thumped his head against the doorframe and sighed. What was he doing? What the hell was he doing? This was insane. He wanted it. He wanted her. He had spent the past twelve years wondering about Orihime and asking about her and forming this version of her in his head that he had fallen in love with. Orihime was what kept him going through college and seminary. He prayed for her every day while in Rome. Maybe he did have this idea in his head that maybe when he got back to Boston he'd run into her.
He hadn't expected to be living with her. It was done and over with now. Ulquiorra had plunged into icy cold water of sin. He'd expected to feel more guilt about the situation but he didn't and he wouldn't, he decided.
Going down stairs and pouring himself another cup of coffee, Ulquiorra added some eggnog to it and took it into the office. He didn't know he wanted to teach the members of his bible study this week. To be honest, Ulquiorra felt like a hack; like he didn't deserve to preach to the parishioners or wear his collar. After thirty minutes of just sitting there he finally found a generic topic to talk about and some bible verses to go along with it on the internet then he began to do some research.
Orihime put her boots and parka on and went outside with no real destination or purpose in mind other than to cool off and gather her wits. The walkways around the rectory and church were perfectly clear.
She just kept walking after she passed the church, one block, two blocks, three blocks, all the way to Hyde Park Avenue. She stood on the corner of the normally busy street, the gas station, liquor store, auto repair, and pizza place surrounding the intersection all darkened and closed for the holiday. She wasn't sure which way to go and was feeling a little exposed and uneasy out there in the open like that with no one else around.
After about ninety seconds of standing there, she decided just to go back to the rectory. She turned to go back and thought she saw headlights turning somewhere behind her. She turned her head to check but did not see anything. She pulled the neck of her parka up around her cheeks and lengthened her stride, making her way back at nearly twice the speed as she used on her way out. A couple blocks later, when she was about halfway back, a black sedan passed her going normal speeds. She exhaled. That must have been the car she had detected earlier on that desolate road.
She returned to the church about eight minutes later and as she passed the parking lot, a dim light attracted her attention. That same black sedan was parked in the center of the otherwise empty parking light with its dome lights on.
A soft clicking noise was heard and the dome lights extinguished. A figure appeared and spoke to Orihime.
"Well, well," Grimmjow said getting out of the driver seat of the car and closing the door. "If it isn't Orihime. What are you doing roaming around alone on Christmas day?"
She stiffened when he said her name, but otherwise relaxed. He was the devil she knew. "Hey Grimmjow, Merry Christmas! I was just taking a walk; I overate and needed to digest. Did you have a nice holiday so far?"
He raised an eyebrow and looked back at the car. When he turned back to Orihime there was a small smile on his face. "It's been a fine holiday so far. Was over in the neighborhood and decided to pay Ulq a visit. He's around, isn't he? Didn't see him or you at Aizen's today. The old man bought you two gifts and you weren't there to open them."
"Oh, that was kind of him! I have something for him the next time I see him," she lied, making a mental note to set aside the ugliest scarf she had made for him. "I was at the hospital today but I stopped by the rectory to start dinner. U—Father Cifer May have been in the office."
Grimmjow nodded like Orihime had told him something that was very interesting. He personally didn't give a shit what she or his churchy brother did. All Grimmjow was there for was to rile things up; to stir the pot. "You look cold, why don't you get into my car and we can drive around and talk. I promise to warm you up, Princess."
Orihime's plastered-on grin faltered a bit. "Oh, no thank you Grimmjow, I am almost home and I have to check the lasagna."
His blue eyes narrowed and he stomped toward the redhead. What he had suggested wasn't a damn request. Aizen wanted to talk to her and she was being uppity. He had to play this out and get her in that car. "Oooh lasagna, not your average Christmas day ham or roast beef. Sounds romantic. Can I join you? You never did answer my question about taking you to lunch. Maybe I can, uh, stay over and have breakfast." The man's strange blue eyebrows waggled at her.
She dropped all pretenses if being charmed; what he suggested was offensive. "Grimmjow, you are Father Cifer's family and I would never turn you away from his table; it's not my place. But what the rest of what you said was inappropriate. I don't appreciate being talked to that way."
Here comes Goody-Two-Shoes, Grimmjow thought as he rolled his eyes. "That's right, I am Ulq's family. We come from the same background," he said with a sickly sweet tone. "And c'mon, with a body and a face like yours, like you care if something was inappropriate. I bet you blow all the parish bachelors, don'tcha?"
"I…" she couldn't even respond. She had never in her life been subjected to such vulgar insinuations and assumptions. She felt degraded and stripped of her dignity just hearing the words come out of his mouth. She turned on her heel and made quick steps toward the rectory, hot tears streaming down her chilled cheeks.
"Oh no, no, no." Grimmjow caught up with her quickly and spun her around, leading her back toward the parking lot and the car. "Don't play like you're offended. You got this angelic look about you but I know all about women like you."
"You don't know anything about me, let me go!" She shouted, pulling against his grip in a growing panic.
"You're gonna get in that fucking car," Grimmjow snarled at her. "And-"
It was at that moment another voice rang out over the parking lot and disrupted the blue-haired heathen's threat. "Is this guy bothering you, babe?"
Grimmjow looked up to see a huge muscled guy standing near the steps of the church with a shovel in his hands. "Oi, who the fuck are you? Who is this asshole?" He gave Orihime a little shake.
Orihime looked at the large man. She had never seen him before. Still, he didn't appear ready to abduct her. "That's my boyfriend," she said with a good dose of anger, yanking her elbow in an attempt to extricate herself from Grimmjow's grasp.
The big man took several steps in their direction and while he didn't look all that dangerous, he still had a shovel in his hands. Grimmjow let her go and narrowed his eyes at Orihime. "See ya around, Orihime," he called out as he jogged back to the black sedan.
"You can bother her during business hours. Church is closed for today," the mystery man said in reply. As soon as the car peeled out of the parking lot, leaving the acrid smell of rubber lingering in the air, he turned to the woman. "Sorry about that. You okay?"
Orihime's bottom lip trembled and her hands clutched her elbows as a sob wracked her small frame, followed by near hysterical cries. She had never been directly threatened before and now that the threat had passed, the realization of what might have happened absolutely terrified her. She shook her head and managed to whimper, "I'm not okay!"
The man pushed his floppy brown hair out of his face. "I can see that. I'm Chad Sado; the groundskeeper? Father Zommari hired me a couple weeks ago. I heard you talking to that guy. Father Zom said there was a woman who worked at the rectory. Are you her?"
She nodded, sniffling hard and trying to calm down. "Oh, yes? I remember your name; Zom mentioned it… or maybe it was Ulquiorra, I don't remember. I'm Orihime Inoue. Thank you so much. Grimmjow is not a nice guy. I don't know what he wanted but it couldn't be anything good."
"Father Cifer? Seems like a nice guy. Quiet," Chad said. He offered her his arm to take. "I can walk you back to the rectory, if you'd like. That guy seemed pretty peeved that I came around."
She nodded and accepted his arm and they started back to the rectory, "So, Chad, why are you working on Christmas Day?"
He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "Uh, my Abuelo fell asleep after we ate and Father Zom asked me to salt the sidewalk and steps because we're going to be getting more snow or rain. I'm not sure. The weather man isn't sure but Zom didn't want anything slick or iced over."
"Well, can I offer you some spinach lasagna to take home? I made a whole pan and it's just me and Father Cifer to eat it; we'll never finish it. It's the least I can do."
His forehead furrowed slightly. "Uh, sure, never had it but I'm sure it's good." Chad didn't really like spinach. He was more into kale because he could put it in his smoothies in the morning. Spinach made it taste like green dirt.
She saw him make a little face. "Oh, don't knock it till you try it," she said, finally smiling.
"Not knocking it," Chad said with a small frown. "It's just the image of spinach lasagna reminds me of spinach being in place of the noodles and does spaghetti sauce even taste good on spinach?"
"You have no clue," she laughed. "It's regular lasagna but spinach instead of meat."
The big guy shrugged. "It could be interesting," Chad said. They were nearing the back door of the rectory and he gave her a smile. "I'll swing by in about twenty minutes to pick it up if it's ready. I've got to finish putting salt down and lock the church back up. Is that cool?"
She opened the door and stood in the entrance. "That sounds perfect. Thank you again, so much. I don't even want to know what would have happened if you weren't there."
"Any time. It was fun being your boyfriend for all of five minutes. Sorry about that," he said. "It was the first thing I thought of because I'd seen these posts on the internet saying act like you're a woman's boyfriend to chase off other men to help them. It was stupid."
"Well, you're a great temporary boyfriend, Chad. I'll see you soon,". she said, backing inside and closing the door.
Ulquiorra had been standing in the kitchen and heard her talking. He'd seen her walking with the groundskeeper. He pushed down the feelings of jealousy. She wasn't his because he wasn't supposed to have anyone. She was allowed to take interest in other people. He had even encouraged her to meet Chad. He ran water into his coffee mug and stood there watching the water spill over the top and enter the drain.
She took three steps into the rectory and stopped, taking off her boots and coat. As she pulled of one sleeve, she hissed. A bruise that encircled part of her forearm was starting to blossom. She pulled back her sleeve and looked at it, and started to cry again.
That was all it took to pull himself out of the pity party he was having for himself. Ulquiorra turned the water off and took off out of the kitchen. He saw Orihime standing by the coat rack and his eyes widened. Immediately he was by her side and had his arms around her. "What's wrong?"
"Grimmjow was here," was all she managed to say before she buried her head into his chest and cried some more.
What? What did she mean Grimmjow was here? No one had knocked on either door. "Orihime? What's-" He glanced down at her arm and saw the four finger like bruises starting to form. Ulquiorra had to stomp down some serious anger. He had to reign in a beast that had rarely seen the light of day. His voice when he spoke again sounded calm but there was a dark edge to it. "Orihime, did he do this? Did my brother touch you?"
She nodded. She took a step back and tried to breathe through her nose and calm down so she could tell Ulquiorra what had happened. It took the better part of a minute, and then she told him, "I had walked down to the gas station across from Atlas and saw headlights, and I was weirded out so I came back and then a car drove past and when I got here it was in the church parking lot and he came out and asked me to go for a drive and then he said some really degrading things about me and male parishioners and then he said Aizen missed us at dinner and had two gifts for me and I lied and said I had a gift for him and then I tried to come back but he grabbed me and started pulling me to the car and then Chad stepped in and pretended to be my boyfriend," she paused here to gasp for breath, "and then he walked me back here."
"Chad pretended to be your boyfriend," Ulquiorra said quietly. His eyes were still glued to Orihime's arm. This was his fault. This was all Ulquiorra's fault. He sighed. "He's a good guy. Decent. If you need to go out again by yourself, see if he can tag along."
Orihime made a face that told him she was not exactly comfortable with that idea. "I'm sure he is," she said. "I offered for him to take some of the lasagna back for him and his grandpa but he didn't seem too keen. We'll see if he really comes back for it. Oh well, I thought it was the least I could do… Anyway I don't want to have to rely on outsiders to be my bodyguard every time I have an errand or want to take a walk; it's impractical."
Ulquiorra sighed. "It's just I'm not going to be available all the time. I'm sure you don't want a bodyguard following you around, it's just..." Another sigh. "I want to drive to my father's house and rip Grimmjow to shreds."
She ran her hands over his arms in a soothing gesture. "I know. Let's just forget about it for tonight and have a drink and watch a stupid Christmas movie."
The way she touched him kind of calmed him down but Ulquiorra knew it was only a matter of time before he was going to go after the blue haired man for scaring Orihime. She had done nothing to him or Aizen! "Uh, let's wait and see if Chad comes back. I don't want to be drunk and making out with you only to get interrupted."
She laughed, but it wasn't sincere. "Do you think people think I'm some kind of slut? I mean, have you heard any rumors or anything?"
"No, Orihime. The men I speak to say that you're a wonderful woman and a few have expressed interest. There have been a few I've had to admonish for saying improper things about you." Ulquiorra looked down at her. "The women that I've spoken to think you're a delight. Grimmjow thinks every woman is a slut or a bitch."
"Well he certainly thinks I'm something. He said… I can't even repeat it. I mean, I can't help how I look. I dress modestly enough, I think. I don't even wear makeup most days. I'm not even that pretty… I didn't… I don't want you to think I'm trying to attract attention."
He became angrier with every word she said. "You're right, Orihime. You're not pretty. You're beautiful and I don't want you to ever insult yourself again. Grimmjow is trash."
"Thank you," she murmured, nuzzling his chest as she leaned into him again, breathing in his scent and letting it comfort her.
"I have an even better idea though," Ulquiorra said, slowly backing her up against the wall.
She yielded to him without reservation, but she was surprised when her back made contact with the wall and she looked up at him with curious black eyes. "What kind of idea?"
He leaned down far enough so that his mouth was by her ear. "After we eat, why don't you take a nice hot shower to relax or change into something comfortable. We can go down to the basement and I can give you your last gift."
"Oh? I thought we were done with presents?"
Smirking, Ulquiorra pulled back to look at her. "It's alcohol, so it's kind of a present to both of us."
She grinned at that, one that made her eyes squint and nose scrunch up a little. "Excellent. You've really got my number, haven't you? Sharing is caring," she giggled and sighed. "Anyway, I'll go check on dinner. I'm anxious for that shower now."
Chad did come back for the lasagna. Ulquiorra and Orihime did watch a movie down in the basement and they kissed. Several times the priest had to distance himself from the redhead because he felt too hot and he didn't want to cross any more lines that night. The next two days were much of the same thing.
Zommari had called Thursday morning and told him that the roads were a bit slick and he wouldn't be back until that evening. Ulquiorra made note of this and then went back to what he had been doing. Cuddling with the redhead who was dozing beside him. This domestic bliss he had been experiencing would soon be ending.
Orihime was very confused by Ulquiorra's resistance. He had explained that he didn't trust himself around her but it seemed to her like he was happy to keep things exactly as they were indefinitely. What was worse was that Zommari would be back soon and then they would revert to how things were before he left. She didn't know how she was going to do that, and as the hours clicked by over their few days alone, she was growing moody.
On Thursday morning she heard Ulquiorra take the call from Zommari and decided to just stay quiet. Soon their dream would be over and they were going to have to wake up. She was was not pleased.
"Zom's gonna be back tonight," he murmured to her, reaching across Orihime's warm body to drop his phone back on the nightstand. He gave a sigh before kissing her forehead. "Any special requests for our last few hours like this?"
"No, just to stay like this until it's over," she said quietly. Her chest and throat hurt as she said it.
Ulquiorra hugged her tighter to him. "As you wish," he said. "I was thinking about something. I've been doing some research."
Orihime found his statement odd. "What kind of research?"
He took a deep breath. "Um, well at first I was looking for ways to control myself but I can't. Then I was looking for some loophole for me. From what I can tell there's not one. I was-Teenagers can find ways around anything and I think I'm going to take a page out of their book."
She furrowed her brows. What was he on about, talking about teenagers? She turned around in his arms to face him. "What are you talking about?"
"Just listen; a priest on a forum was asking if he was giving correct advice to a teenage boy. The kid was eighteen so I thought it was a bit silly but the kid and his girlfriend fooled around with their clothes on. The priest said they engaged in oral with their underwear on," Ulquiorra said. He looked confused himself trying to imagine how that would work. He shook his head. "Anyway, the priest told the guy any contact as long as it wasn't skin to skin was okay. Wrong, any-You know."
She looked at him bewildered. "I really don't," she said.
He groaned, knowing that his story probably didn't make any sense to her. "Okay, um, I want to touch you with your clothes on. It's silly shit that I did when I was a kid and-Urgh!" Ulquiorra rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling with a scowl on his face.
"Okay, do it," she said. "You don't have much time."
The priest had been expecting the redhead to talk him out of the idea not basically give him a blank check to her body, so he was a bit shocked at her words. "Do it? Did you just-" He paused. He had noticed Orihime was grumpier and he'd just chalked it up to it being that time of the month for her, but it seemed to happen whenever he pushed her away so that he could calm down. "You want this," he finished.
"I'm not exactly sure what this is, but it's got to be better than not knowing, and this awful feeling like I'm starving for you and am never satisfied. It's frustrating."
"Oh," he said. Then it hit him. OH. He had been teasing her with kisses and the subtle touches and the words he would whisper into her ear. They had been turn ons for him but he hadn't realized he'd done the same thing to her. "You never said anything."
"Yes I did. I told you I didn't want you to stop but you said baby steps so I deferred to you," she replied.
Ulquiorra propped himself up on one elbow and stared at her. That had been days ago. "You could have tried to talk me into it. I just didn't want to escalate things to sex right off the bat which is what I wanted. I mean, if you're okay with the idea of me touching you we can see where things go."
She looked at him in the eye with a weary expression. "Ulquiorra, there is something you need to understand about me that maybe isn't clear to you yet. I have been sheltered and overprotected my entire life. I went to all-girls schools all the way through college and was encouraged to avoid social situations with people my own age as much as possible. My sexual education is basically just, "When a man and woman love each other very much they get married and pray for a baby." Also I know how a fetus develops and the rest of that. But If you want me to be able to articulate what I want… you're going to be disappointed. I don't even know what to ask for."
"You know how a pregnancy goes but know nothing of how to create it? That's some shitty-That was poor parenting. You could have gotten married to someone like Grimmjow who screws anything that walks and-" Ulquiorra sighed. He leaned towards Orihime. "You like when I whisper in your ear don't you? You like it when I kiss your neck and mouth, right? I want to do that while touching your chest."
She smiled. "Okay, sounds good to me."
He shook his head and prayed to God for some restraint or else this woman was going to drive him to do something. It was the goal but still, things like this needed time. Ulquiorra reached out with a hand and placed it at the base of her throat, lightly trailing his fingers across her collarbones. She seemed to handle that well enough that he brought his hand down the center of her chest. "Well?" he asked.
"Oh come on, you're not going to break me."
That statement nudged that beast he liked to keep hidden; the one he shoved into a mental box and padlocked, throwing away the key. So he thought. Without warning, Ulquiorra wormed his hand under her shirt and grabbed her left breast. If he didn't need to use caution then he might as well go all out.
Orihime gasped at his forward action and arched her back into his palm. She did not expect how stimulating it felt to be touched there. She whined a little hum and asked, "Well?"
He smirked. "I've not felt a boob in seven years," Ulquiorra admitted. He trailed his fingers around the skin, purposely avoiding her nipple. He wanted her to be nice and keyed up once he got to it.
"Is it the same as you remember?" She asked, slightly amused and rather distracted by his touch.
Ulquiorra's gaze turned from her face to where his hand was outlined under the pajama top she wore. He shifted until he was laying on his side, pressing his hips into her thigh. All it would take would be a trip to the bathroom to get rid of his desire. It was too late to go back now. He'd crashed through a barricade and was heading towards a cliff edge which only held sin at the bottom. "What's it feel like to you?" he asked as a finger brushed over her nipple before his thumb joined it to gently squeeze.
"Ah," she gasped. "I asked you first."
He chuckled before putting his mouth close to her ear. His teeth raked over her earlobe before he said, "Your body is amazing. Curvy and soft; it makes me want to worship you with my mouth." Ulquiorra returned to his position, fingers still groping her.
The image his words conjured in her brain made her squirm and for heat to rise in her body. When his teeth touched her ear, she shuddered and felt a strong thump in her lower abdomen. She bit her lower lip, then finally answered, "It feels good. I don't want you to stop."
"I should stop though because I just want to let go and show you an entire world that you have yet to experience," he replied. Ulquiorra didn't stop though. He let go of her for a minute so that he was sitting in between her legs. He was trying not to push his hips into hers. Letting his hands worm under her shirt again, his fingers wrapped around both tits this time.
Her teeth sunk deeper into her lower lip and she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his hands on her, breathing heavily. Her mouth was starting to feel dry. Her lips parted and she sighed each slow, tortured breath as her hands came up to cover his, pressing his hands onto her breasts more firmly. She had no idea what she was doing, she just wanted more of him. She didn't know what she was asking for when the word, "Please," escaped her lips. She really didn't know what she was doing when her hips raised up on their own accord to press against his abdomen.
A low groan left his throat and Ulquiorra closed his eyes as her hips rolled over his lap. "Orihime," he murmured, chest heaving. His hands stopped moving. "You're making this difficult to be good."
She opened her eyes just enough to see the worry in his brow. "Just kiss me," she whispered, thinking it would help.
Swallowing, Ulquiorra leaned over her body and kissed her. It was slow. It was sensual the way their mouths brushed together at first. The way their breath mixed together made him want to give into whatever she wanted. He let go of her breasts, bracing one hand on the bed. Without thinking, his other hand made it's way down her stomach until it reached that place between her legs.
She broke their kiss with a start and looked at his face wide-eyed. "What was that? It felt like… like you zapped me with electricity or something, but it didn't hurt," she searched his have face for an answer, her brows knitting in confusion.
"What? This?" Ulquiorra asked as he pressed the palm of his hand against her body again. The warmth seeping from her body felt like it was going to burn him. "Woman, you've never touched yourself or had an orgasm?"
A strangled cry left her throat as he pushed his hand against her. "No?" she finally answered, breathless.
He thought Orihime had been kidding about the sheltered life; like maybe she hadn't had a boyfriend or done anything sexual but had explored. She was completely untouched. Guilt washed over him in tiny waves. They shouldn't be doing this. She should be waiting for whomever she was going to marry. The remorse didn't stay for long. His hand didn't stop moving. Ulquiorra decided to go for a more exact method to bring her pleasure. He slipped his hand under the waistband of the pajama pants she wore. As long as there was cloth between them, it would be okay.
Orihime did not wear underwear to bed as a rule. Mrs. Roherty had told her it was "healthier to let things breathe" at night. That meant no bra and no panties. When his fingers touched her bare skin it felt hot and natural. There was no innate resistance on her part.
"Orihime?" Her name sounded like a squeak as Ulquiorra's hand brushed against curls instead of cotton. His green eyes were wide, pupils crowding the ring of color. He wanted to stop but found his thumb sliding against her nether lips.
"Yes, Ulquiorra?" she answered him in a cautious breath. "Did I hurt you?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly. "You're not wearing any underwear," he said. He wanted to groan at himself. Smooth move for stating the obvious. "I mean... " Ulquiorra was at a loss for words. Here he had a gorgeous woman in his arms; in his bed and he wanted to flounder. Although his mind was conflicted at what it wanted his body knew as fingers parted those folds, brushing against her sensitive skin.
Orihime's mind had no clue what was happening or what was possible but her body was ready for the possibilities. She could feel wetness on his fingers as soon as he moved them, and that gave her pause. "Oh no, did I—?"
He shook his head. "No, it's supposed to happen," Ulquiorra said. He rolled off of her so that he could lay beside her. He wanted to make this easier for himself and for her. "You're turned on by this." His fingers replaced his thumb, sliding against her clit.
Orihime cooed as he touched her there. It felt like his fingers were covered in hot oils, slick and gliding; easy. It felt right. It felt good. As his fingers moved gently back and forth, she began to notice the heat there increasing. Her breathing involuntarily shuddered and she was feeling an almost uncontrollable urge to move her hips along with his ministrations.
"Hnnngh," he hummed against her neck. Ulquiorra kept pressing his groin into the side of her upper thigh. He was enjoying this too much. Feeling how wet she was; listening to her breathing; even the smell of her arousal was turning him on more. "Do what feels good," he told her. "Move if you want."
She did not second guess him or wait, she shifted her hips up toward his digits so that they edged closer to her entrance; it seemed to her that that spot, more than the tension in the area he had been manipulating, was most demanding for attention, though she didn't know the cause. Her hands were also much too free; she slid one over to cup his face, letting her fingers curl into his hair. With the other, she set a course south to explore the object currently abusing her thigh. She made contact with the back of her hand, not disturbing his contact with her leg, only just observing via touch.
When the tip of his finger dipped into her body, Ulquiorra almost stopped breathing. He stopped grinding his hips against her leg and let out a slow exhale after several seconds passed. The heat that flowed through his body was too much. The only thought going through his brain was that he had made a mistake. He had made a mistake in becoming a priest. Once he found his wits and started moving again she touched him and he felt any composure he had, shatter. He allowed his finger to sink deeper inside of her, slowly thrusting in and out of her.
The dryness in her mouth flooded out with saliva as he entered her, and a choked "ugh" accompanied a small belly spasm. This was some kind of magic for sure. She had no idea that her body was capable of such pleasure and torment concurrently. She was finding it more difficult to breathe, like the air in her lungs was hot and did not contain enough oxygen. She began to pant, and rotated her hand to grasp at Ulquiorra's length, coaxing it to continue, urging them to continue their rhythm.
His mouth opened against the skin of her neck and Ulquiorra let out a moan. Nothing felt so wrong or so right at that moment. How many times had he dreamed of this over the past three months? How many times had he stood in the shower and jerked off to a daydream of her? It took all he had not to shove his own pajamas down his legs and let her wrap her hand around his cock. Either he had to end this soon or he was going to end up doing something stupid. "Feel good?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Please don't stop." She did not know where this was going to end but she knew she wasn't there yet. She was growing increasingly desperate to reach her destination. She craned her head down and to the side, tilting Ulquiorra's chin up and slipping her tongue into his mouth, moaning into it until she couldn't breathe. Her head fell back into the pillow and her fingers of her other hand had figured out the outline of his cock through his pajama bottoms and encircled it as much as was possible, stroking him through the fabric. She groaned and whimpered, "I love you."
It was by chance his thumb had started making slow but firm circles over her clit again, manipulating the flesh. He kept increasing the pace; his finger sliding in and out of her. The touch of her hand on his dick was heady and just added fuel to the fire that he wanted this more than ever. "I won't ever stop," he said between their kisses. "I love-I love you too." His words were strained.
She turned to kiss him again but was stilled by a sharp cry as she felt a strong series of pulses and a pleasant burning sensation starting from where he touched her with his thumb and radiating from there through her body. That cry was followed by rhythmic wails of decreased intensity as her legs shook and her fingers tightened in his hair and around his erection. "Ulquiorra!" she whined as the involuntary vocalizations stopped and she was able to form the word.
He kept touching her, not satisfied. Ulquiorra wanted more. It was only when the grip on his hair got painful that he turned down the intensity. Her fist balled into the hair felt like it was on the verge of being ripped out. When he extracted his hand from her pajama bottoms, he looked down at his fingers. They were wet. "Did you-?" No, she wouldn't know what he was talking about. "Did you come?"
"I think so," she panted, having released the death grip on his hair. "Is that what that's called?" She did not let go of his penis, still caressing it through his pants.
"Orgasm, come… It's the same thing," he replied. Ulquiorra glanced down at her hand and then back at her face. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Wait, don't you want to come?"
"I do but-I can while in the shower."
"No, stay with me," she pleaded, turning to face him and switching to her dominant hand on his cock. "Can I… can I touch it?"
Could she touch it? She was asking? He licked his lips. "Take what you want, Orihime. Do what you want. If it feels good, do it," Ulquiorra said after a few quiet seconds. He had meant to tell her that this was improper. He should have stopped her.
She tipped her lips up slightly after obtaining his consent, scooted down the bed slightly and let go of him, only to creep her fingers up to his waistband and slither between his warm skin and he elastic of his boxers. She followed his abdomen lower, through a trail of hair, until her fingers reached the base of his length. She separated her thumb from her fingers and wrapped the around it, first just testing the girth and adjusting her grip to make sure no hair was caught in it. She brought her lips to Ulquiorra's throat and murmured, "Let me know if I am doing anything wrong or if I hurt you," and then pulled her grip up along his shaft until she reached the base of the head of his dick. "The skin is a lot softer and hotter than I thought it would be," she said into the skin of his neck before she sighed onto it and licked a small area, before closing her lips around it to clean off the wet spot.
His mind went blank and his body did what it wanted, thrusting into her hand. He growled softly as her thumb hit a particularly sensitive spot. "What did you imagine it to feel like?" he asked panting.
"I dunno, more like stone?"
"Getting hard is just an expression," he said with a small laugh then moaned. His hips moved of their own accord, rolling into her hand. Ulquiorra could feel the muscles in his abdomen and thighs start tensing as his own orgasm approached. He was desperate in trying to hold back this impending end and wanting to let go. He gasped as he felt her mouth latch onto his neck. "Ori-," he breathed, eyes rolling back into his head. His jaw clenched as the first wave of pleasure overtook him and with the next one, he felt the first spasm come as that milky white fluid spurt against her hand and the material of the boxers he wore. Damn it.
The spine-tingling sensation crashed again and again against his central nervous system. Ulquiorra was certain that this act was going to condemn him to a life in hell. It was so gratifying to come by her hand instead of his own.
Orihime yelped softly when that first rope of hot liquid landed on her hand, but she didn't stop until Ulquiorra stilled his hips and put his hand on her wrist. "Was that okay?" she asked uncertainly. She thought it must be but she didn't know.
"It's-Oh God-" he huffed. "It was great. Fine." He looked at her, eyes still dark with lust. He wanted to kick himself for holding back for the past couple of days, not wanting to scare her with this but she seemed to take it well. "We're going to have to wait for Zommari to go to Dallas before we do anything else."
She bit her lip and smiled, nodding. "I know, that's why I wanted… why I wanted to. I was worried, I guess."
Ulquiorra gave his head a little shake before kissing her. "Worried? Worried about what? I'm worried that I'm going to be all over you now. There's always the basement but still, who knows what you're going to sound like as we… well… if you want..."
"If I want what?"
"More."