((Warning: THERE BE SOME BOMB-DIGGITY BOW CHICKA WAH WOW IN DIS SHINDIG. Sorry, I just wanted to do that. Seriously though: there's lemon filling in this one, along with Grimmjow's foulmouth sex talk. Yay lemon!))
I lazed on the couch, and for the past three of my days had been doing a mixture of being pissed at Grimmjow, being pissed at myself for the reaction I was less than proud of and wondering what the fuck it was about. Confusion doesn't suit me at all. Wonder how many days I've been here now. I counted days now by pairing up Ulquiorra feeding times in threes; he came three times a day, so that must mean that three was a day. Grimmjow hadn't come since I cussed him out and he pulled that sneaky shit to shut me up. Couldn't say if I was glad he wasn't here or not.
"…Fuckin' bored." I groaned, now drawing little pictures on the floor with the tip of my finger. I wasn't being difficult anymore; in fact, ya might say that I was a pretty good prisoner considering my background. I just knew that Aizen could have me killed whenever he felt like it, and that didn't sound all too good actually. I don't feel like being eaten alive, not quite yet. I might however reconsider if NOTHIN' FUCKING INTERESTING HAPPENS.
I sighed, and the door opened for a new figure to approach. I scowled slightly; it was Luppi. Didn't like the effeminate twelve year old with pink star tattoos and his 'six' tattoo on his hip all slutty. He was haughty, and liked to confirm to everyone how much he thought he was better than everyone else.
"Nee-chan, Aizen-sama's callin' you to a meeting." He called me 'sister'. I hated it, and the little fucker knew it. Growling, I stood and walked over to him.
"Don't call me nee-chan. Let's fucking go already." I growled. His sleeves were like mine, and instantly he grabbed my wrist in a near crushing grasp and began dragging me along. I snarled, but didn't say anything as he had that crushing grasp on me. One cero and I'd be missing the top half of my body. ((AN: Lol foreshadowing))
We arrived in the Espada seating section and instead of letting me waltz down to my little dance area for Aizen, he instead kept dragging me along and into the seating area. I had to sit on the floor of course, and I grew dangerously close to Nnoitra as the time passed. I think he did that on purpose, and so I moved to sit next to someone who probably wouldn't bother killing me. Stark didn't seem to mind me on my knees by him, watching the entire event play out in front of me. I heard the Espada quiet as Ulquiorra stepped in, leading a figure I'd never forget.
"Orihime…" I breathed in shock, as Orihime Inoue was lead to stand in front of Aizen. The one person I'd thought about the absolute most all this time was now exactly where I had left to keep her from; being in this land of death and blood. Aizen spoke to her as falsely kind as he had spoken to me, and I went to call out to her.
"Ori-"
Was all I got out, before Aizen's reiatsu crushed me down to the floor once again. I was left speechless and a moment later, the crushing warning released me and I sat up again, breathing heavily. Orihime still didn't know I was here.
You know, that day was probably one of the most pivotal I can remember.
I heard Aizen speak again, this time gesturing to a figure I couldn't yet see.
"Inoue-san, please, heal Grimmjow's arm."
I blinked, Orihime and Grimmjow seemed confused and Luppi began to loudly announce how that was impossible.
"Tousen burned his arm; it's never coming back!" He proclaimed, as Grimmjow stepped forward and watched Orhime as carefully as the other Espada and I did. Crossing her hands, I saw her hairclips flicker and split into a glowing orange triangle over Grimmjow's stump. Luppi continued to tell Orihime how it was useless; that she would fail for sure. I ignored him and watched with amazement equal to Grimmjow's as the arm slowly began to reappear out of absolutely nowhere. Luppi began screeching about something as the fingers reappeared on Grimmjow's hand and he flexed it in surprise. It seemed to be working, and he ordered her again.
"Hey, fix this spot on my back."
Orihime nodded, healing a large scorch mark to show a tattooed 'six'. Luppi rushed him and Grimmjow laughed as Orhime was done, stabbing his new hand through Luppi's chest. I saw Luppi speak once again, right before Grimmjow blasted off everything above the waist with a large and powerful cero. I heard him laugh, the dissonance of his howling victorious laughter.
That was the moment I felt the most hollow.
The most like the monsters that surrounded me right then, the most like a being that had no true soul. The moment I felt like a being that lived only to destroy, to kill, and to revel in the act.
I should have been worried about Orihime, who looked terrified of the reappointed Sexta and crestfallen that her helping Grimmjow had led to another life destroyed. I should have been terrified of the eagerness he had to kill Luppi. I should have been disgusted with the joy he took in the blood and how the bottom half of the former Sexta Luppi dropped heavily to the white stainless floors, now colored crimson. I should have…I should have hated everything about Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
You know what? I didn't.
I ignored Orihime for the duration of the murder. I forgot anything existed except for Grimmjow and now what was left of Luppi. I hated Luppi, and now he would never call me Nee-chan again. I reveled in the sight of seeing what was left of his corpse drop; I took joy in seeing it. Not even a bit of disgust. And not a bit of terror at Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. In fact, my heart was racing at seeing him all-powerful and so monstrous. So wild and so much a hollow. The laughter excited me, as did the killing. I wanted to be like that; I wanted to be able to kill so easily. Not a nameless Numero either, but a real being that mattered. I wanted to be that kind of monster. I wanted to be as wild and as monstrous and as much a hollow as he was. I envied Grimmjow for all that he was.
I wanted to be a hollow. I wanted to be a hollow like Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
I dimly came back down from the odd killing euphoria as Grimmjow stalked off and Orihime was lead to her brand new Hell by Ulquiorra. I followed Jeagerjaques with my eyes as he passed, and he casually tossed a proud glance to me as he strutted out into the large white array of Las Noches, and I caught absolute victory in his blue eyes for that moment.
Aizen dismissed the meeting and now that Luppi wasn't there to take me back and Ulquiorra was busy, Szayel was ordered to escort me. He did just that, basically shoving me along and into my room before walking off in that tight clip, obviously thinking he had better things to do than escort a human through Las Noches. Probably dying his hair or something.
I spent the next few hours having attacks over Orihime being here. Where was she? Would Aizen let me talk to her? Fuck that; was it possible for me to talk with her and not eat a cero? Eating ceros wasn't high on my to-do list. Not yet, anyway. Maybe later on.
I was laying on the couch wondering how Orihime would take being stuck in Las Noches when the door opened. Oh, feeding time. Ulquiorra would have the cart rolled in and have me eat (threats. Every single day I got the threats), then leave and drop me back to thoughts.
'Cept, that's not how it played out.
The cart whizzed in and slammed against the opposite wall with a loud crash I wasn't expecting, causing me to fall off of the couch and jump to my feet. The figure that stalked in sure as shit wasn't Ulquiorra.
"Ulquiorra got reassigned to the new human. I've got yer' food now."
Grimmjow stalked in, now balanced out with both arms. It looked odd to me; I was used to one. He leaned against the wall opposite me, crossing his arms and staring.
"What the fuck're ya waiting for? Food's right there, dipshit."
His words snatched me back to reality, and I growled and walked over to the tray. I glanced over the new food arrangement. Not bread and water anymore; the food got upgraded. It was roast chicken and wine. I don't drink wine, sweet shit, but better than the icy Las Noches water. I reached for the plates when I felt my wrist snatched and held tight.
"Didn't ask." Grimmjow smirked, and I snarled. I was used to being commanded to eat and doing it wordlessly; not asking.
"Fuck you, I don't have to." I spat, trying to get out of his grip. It didn't work; he was still stronger than I was. By a lot.
"Fine, you don't get to fucking eat then." And before I could do anything, he hooked his leg around the cart and shoved it hard and out of my reach. A particular raise in his reiatsu from the hand pressed against the wall opened the door and I watched the food cart sail out into the white Las Noches hallways before he shut the door again, leaving me with nothing to eat.
"Y…YOU BASTARD!! I'm fucking hungry, goddammit!!" I shouted at him, attempting to give him a shove. He caught my wrist with a grin, jerking me close, dangerously close, before shoving me backwards with a flick. I staggered and lost my balance, thudding into the wall painfully.
"You got a real problem with bein' a good girl, don't ya?" He queried, as I stood up straight and incensed.
"Fuck off; I ain't good for nobody. Not Aizen, not fuckin' Ulquiorra, an' sure as shit, not for you." I spat at him, crossing my arms. Now he was walking at me again, and soon enough dropped on the comfortable couch next to me. Crossing his arms behind his head and making himself comfortable in my room, I glared as he stretched out. Instantly, I noticed the hollow hole through his stomach and stared. He could fit a baby through there. I used that measurement a lot of the time; there were millimeters, centimeters, inches, babies, and then feet. It went up from there after that.
"Hey; the fuck you lookin' at." He growled and I snapped back from my coma of fitting babies through things, 'tch'ing.
"Nothin' except that ugly ass hole you got." I stated, staring off at the plain white wall before me.
"Shut the fuck up; yer' forgettin' who yer' talking to again, mouthy bitch." I heard him growl, and ignoring it, I tossed a casual mocking grin over my shoulder.
"Don't be such a pussy."
It was a harmless enough insult, but the reaction I got was much more than I would have anticipated. A split second later, he was gone from the couch and I was on the floor, a decent kick to my hip had made me collapse and slam to the ground. He was towering over me, pissed yet again.
"I'll fucking kill you before you have a goddamn idea of what the fuck happened!"
I saw a flicker of that same look from earlier; he wanted to kill me, kill me like he did Luppi. I really should have been scared and shut up; it would've been the most intelligent course of action.
Instead, I went with the nuclear choice of action.
"I'll drag yer' ass with me, 'cuz if Luppi could take your job I guess it'd be no fucking problem for me, huh??" I spat, and felt a rough grab on the front of my uniform and being dragged into the air, off of my feet. Slam, I hit the wall again and he was growling in my face, as that same hot light built up against the side of my head. Cero.
Normal people would be terrified. Hell, I'm human; the option of death freaks me out just like anyone else. Much, much less, been expecting it for a while now, but every living human has an innate fear of death. Even the junkies that I used to hang with, the ones that always said how they wanted to just die and get it over with. They ran away like everyone else when they were shot at. Nobody really wants to die. They want to be dead, but they don't want to die.
I don't want to die. I know it'll happen soon, but I don't want it to happen.
I should have feared Grimmjow Jeagerjaques too. He was a monster; someone that killed for the hell of doing it.
Then again, he was everything I wanted to be. And right now, instead of being that perfect creature for Luppi, he was getting ready to kill me and I loved how he looked doing it. Wild and crazed and pissed and bloodthirsty; an animal in the truest sense. And so instead of being a normal, sane person and shrinking from him, my own ego clashed with his and attempted to steal his fire, to become like an animal.
"Any last words, mouthy little bastard?" I felt the heat grow near my left temple, and mustered up the last thing I might ever say. And it wasn't 'Don't kill me', or 'I love you Mom/Orihime', or even 'I'll/Ichigo'll/Orihime'll get you for this you bastard'. No, it was much, much different than that.
"YOU'RE A CUM-GUZZLING FAGGOT!!!" I screamed up at him, with all the rage and hate and fire that I could muster. A last hurrah, you might consider it. He stared down at me with something in his eyes for a split second, and I felt the grip he had on my shoulder tighten painfully.
And then the world went completely fucking mad.
I felt myself being jerked forward and the heat of the cero that should've ended my life disappear, as Grimmjow slammed against me in a vicious, rough kiss. I didn't let him in this time, still shocked that I wasn't dead, and it seemed to piss him off just as much as I wanted to piss him off. Gripping my by the hair, he gave a vicious tear that caused me to yelp without meaning to, giving him the opportunity to once again dominate my mouth. There was no resistance this time, not from me; instead, I fought back with everything I had against him in an attempt to gain the upper hand in our kis-...mouth rape battle. His hand hadn't left it's tight hold on my hair, probably retribution for how I tore at his last time. Every now and then, he would pull down on it to make me tip my head back more, so he could get a better angle at dominating the entire situation. I completely lost that clash, as I should have expected. He was an Espada, after all: he was always going to be stronger than I was. It was only natural that he would be dominant in any sort of action; especially this kind.
He broke the pseudo-kiss suddenly, and for a moment I thought that Ulquiorra was coming again and he'd leave me a flushed moron to go take another two or three cold showers. And Las Noches cold showers are COLD. AS. SHIT.
Instead of that, he turned his attentions to biting at my neck, which of course caused me to make a bigger idiot out of myself and groan. Seemed to spur him on as he continued, and I knew that if I didn't try and take control of this situation then he'd win. I didn't want to lose this fantastically; there was still my pride to contend with, and that pride was quickly slipping through my fingers. I'm still surprised I could string together a coherent thought at this point in time, as I jerked forward and away from the biting, going to lick and kiss at his own neck. Take that, you bastard. I heard him take a hissing breath as I did, letting go of my hair (finally) and putting that hand on my back, gripping my uniform and jerking me back so that he could take control once again and bite even harder than before on my shoulder. I yelped; that one drew blood, I could just feel it. Damn creeper Aizen, giving me a slutty uniform with exposed shoulders. Orihime's uniform better not be this slutty or I'll be pissed.
Before I had noticed it, being preoccupied with getting my shoulder torn up and all, he had slipped a hand up my shirt and gone right for the gold. A rough grab; I pseudo-gasped and dug nails into his forearm, and I could see from the side of Grimmjow's face in my peripheral vision that he was grinning. I knew I was outmatched, this entire time I had maybe gotten in a few moments of victory that had never lasted long, and soon enough I gave up on trying to win and just settled on trying to get in a subsequent bit of retribution now and then. A bit of domination on my part here and there. But I knew that he would be the controller in this encounter, the one that did as they pleased with the other person in the scenario.
He was apparently bored with the current goings-on, running his tongue up from my shoulder to my ear and growling into it, making me shudder violently.
"Done with the gasping and groaning. I wanna hear what your screaming sounds like."
A violent twisting of the world, I was dragged up and went airborne for a moment, landing with a thud on the overstuffed couch in a slight daze. I snapped back to reality as I saw him walking from around the end of the couch, jerking off his open jacket and dropping it to the floor as he came at me. I didn't move; didn't have enough time to do anything but notice that my shoulder was bleeding (no surprise there, Jeagerjaques) before he kneeled on the end of the large couch at my feet, moving to lean over me and take me into a rough kiss again. I didn't fight at all, barely tried to gain dominance and merely attempted to move my own tongue with his, to create that electric feeling we'd had back at the first time, when he'd randomly kissed me to shut me the hell up. I closed my eyes and wrapped an arm around his neck, moving my hand to grip his hair much less violently than before, more a way to grip and hang onto him. I felt one of his hands once again slide up along the front of my shirt, now searching for a zipper. Grimmjow found it, and as he jerked it down quickly and tore the slutty article of clothing off of me to throw randomly across the room, I had a brief thought. It wasn't really how I expected the entire encounter to turn out; not at all.
It's not something you'd expect from someone like me who grew up in a city built on drugs, sex and the Mafia. I have an idea how fucking stupid this sounds, but it's the only reason I have. It's not because I didn't have the opportunity; sure as shit, I had the opportunity to go like every other slut in Kyoto and just get my brains fucked out. I'm not a dog or anything; sure, bit rough and the personality scares off most, but the draw isn't nonexistent.
I think the reason I'm still a virgin was because it was the one thing that I hadn't lost yet.
I think it was the small bit of me that was still Daddy's girl, in pigtails and a pretty dress with her hair tied back in pink ribbons. The good girl that wanted to make her parents proud, the one that wanted to be good and be a virgin until she was married just so her father could look down from Heaven and say, 'I'm so proud of her, she's so pretty in her white wedding dress'.
Now I know that he's not in 'Heaven', he's in Rukongai and he doesn't remember shit about me. If he's still alive in Rukongai at all; hell, he might have gotten his throat slit awhile back and be reincarnated as a kid somewhere right now. He's not looking down on me like an angel, and he'll never see me in a wedding dress. There's no such thing as a happy ending, and that's what pisses me off the most. Because happy, pretty, kind girls like Orihime Inoue have to go through the same shit as foulmouthed, brooding, violent thugs like Inju Zetsumei.
I hope she doesn't have to feel this sort of torment when she has her first time. If she ever does.
I was brought back to Hueco Mundo as Grimmjow didn't even bother unhooking the (white) bra I was wearing, just ripped it off and threw it in a completely random direction. It was cold in the room, and being stared at like prey wasn't helping either. It was only a second before he was on me again, toying around with one of my breasts while roughly biting and sucking on the other one. I arched my back; let out a sharp noise akin to groan and felt the heat between us. My mind was leaving me just as the drive to protect my pride had, and as he left a trail of hot open-mouth kisses up my chest and along my collarbone, I just wanted to have some sort of win in this, and knew that it wasn't going to happen. I was putty; couldn't do a thing other than respond to the touches, knowing that I wasn't going to be leaving this encounter a virgin.
"G...Grimm..." I panted, pressing my cheek against the remnants of his mask and gripped the back of his neck. He apparently took this as some sort of sign, and pulled back enough to take my appearance into account. A shirtless, flushed, panting woman that was at least a couple hundred years younger than him laying on a couch too poofed to be comfortable laid underneath him, and after a moment of looking me over he began to grin.
"You're a lot easier to be around when you shut the hell up. Guess that only happens when you wanna get fucked, huh?"
The words struck me oddly. I hadn't remembered that I was indeed currently wanting it like a whore. Now that I did remember, I found that small bit of guilt start to come back into my mind, past the lust and the maddening urge. It wasn't too long I had to ponder it before I realized he was grabbing the waist of my pants, not bothering with the zipper and merely dragging them off and dropping them by the side of the bed. Just white panties now, the ones Ulquiorra had casually held up to me with the shirt when I hadn't wanted to get changed into the uniform. It only slightly arrived to me that I was still in shoes; I kicked them off and the black tabi as well, and was half expecting him to just rip them off me and get it all over with.
OF COURSE NOT!! Grimmjow Jeagerjaques can't be merciful enough to let me have a bit of pride when I walk away from this encounter. Silly.
He grinned as I felt pressure over a place quickly collecting heat; he was rough with the pressing and rubbing against me, but I couldn't help to do anything except go mad. It was so insane, how I had gone from a mouthy bitch that nearly got my face blasted off with a cero Luppi style to a whimpering idiot, useless to do anything against the teasing of one Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. The earlier guilt was completely and totally gone, now replaced with nothing at all aside from the lightning sensations as he pressed harder to get a sharp cry.
"Damn, ya really want me to fuck you bad, don't ya? Just lookit how soaked you are."
I didn't want to realize that he was right, but I was forced to as he stuck his fingers in my face. Wet. If only the Karakura Ghostbusters could see me now. If only Orihime were to see me now, see me when I'm under a psychotic bastard that drives me insane. I hope she never ever has to see me like this.
"Guess I shouldn't keep ya waiting, huh?" He stated nonchalantly, leaning forward to press his waist and everything included against mine. I whimpered at the feeling of something very hot and hard pressing against me, and without meaning to I splayed my legs a bit wider to give him better angle. He laughed sharply and leaned back to deprive me of the heat, and I looked up in disappointment to see him dragging off his hakama and tossing them aside and across the room, kicking off geta and tabi as I had done. A quick ripping noise and my underwear dropped like everything else, leaving me exposed to the Sexta. He grinned at the obvious embarrassment I had to being so helpless, and ran a couple fingers along the inside of my warmth. I gripped the fabric of the couch tighter, and the obvious wetness of his fingers disquieted me only a small bit. Thought was leaving, leaving very quickly when he dropped the boxers (white, like all the other shit around here) and chucked them even further than the hakama. I blandly heard them hit the opposite wall as I stared in dull shock at what was apparently about to tear me to shreds. Grimmjow grinned in obvious pride; fuck, if I was a guy and I had that I'd put a picture frame around it. Surprised he didn't. Now that I think about it, he probably did on occasion. Maybe he chased the poor Numero with it.
"Alright, get ready 'cuz I'm not gonna be pussyfootin' around and just sit there for ya." He warned, moving closer and I felt the end pressing against my entrance. I regained some sort of fire and gritted my teeth, giving a dismissive smirk.
"Wasn't about t' ask ya."
Right about then, with one quick thrust he was in and I was gritting my teeth, clawing my hands. It hurt, hurt like hell. I'd heard it would, but I didn't expect it to be this bad. A painful burning. 'Oh, sex is great'. Bullshit, if it's like this. He jerked back out, and for a moment I thought it was from rejection for some kind of reason before he was all the way in again, and I yelped. He gripped my hips, continuing in the rhythm and with every vicious thrust, it lost the angry burning pain and instead I felt a different kind of friction, a kind that caused pleasure to course through my mind instead of pain. He gripped tighter, getting faster in the pacing and I stopped hissing in pain and began to cry out, hands moving from the couch to grasp at him and hold on tightly, pulling him closer and digging nails into the flesh of his back. He leaned forward enough for me to claw down his back, growling out anything at all in my ear just to make me feel as dirty as I dimly recognized myself as now.
"Such a fucking whore, you just scream for me and we barely know each other. You want me fucking you, you love it and you want it more. Bet your fucking friends back in that shitty little town'd think yer' just as much a slut as I think you are. Their precious friend getting her brains fucked out by a hollow; that orange haired bitch you're best-fucking-friends with 's as far from your mind as possible right now, even if she's fucking stuck in a room by herself surrounded by tons of fucking hollows that'd just love to fuck her brains out, fuck her as hard as I'm fuckin' you. But you're not even thinking about her; you're thinking about me and how much you love me shoving my dick in you."
I hated hearing the words, but I loved how he was saying them. I loved hearing him talk dirty about what a slut I was, it drove me even closer than I already was. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and with the next thrust he hit something that made me scream, made me arch my back and drag nails down through his flesh, made me even more of an animal than I was. He didn't stop hitting that exact spot, now breathing as heavily as I was and biting down on my collarbone, dragging his sharp teeth across the thin flesh and drawing lines of crimson to stain my skin, to go along with the perspiration already covering my body. I was so close, dangerously close to something amazing and as he continued to thrust into me, I could see him gritting his teeth and I guessed that he was probably just as close as I was.
"Say my name." Grimmjow growled, and I didn't respond. In response, he stabbed extra viciously onto that area and made me scream again.
"Grimm..." I said between pants.
"Louder!" He commanded, and I obliged after another stab.
"Grimmjow!" I cried out, and he gripped so tightly onto my hips that I knew I'd bruise later on.
"I WANT AIZEN TO HEAR IT!! I WANT THAT ORANGE HAIRED BITCH INOUE TO HEAR IT!!!" He roared, and with one final and extra hard thrust I finally obtained that amazing climax, giving him the scream he wanted. As I did, I happened to catch the slightest glance of him over me and saw the moon through his hollow hole, saw it cast a wicked version of the light that had shone over my heart back in Karakura, when I had nearly been killed by the hollow. Once again it was over my heart, and at that exact moment in time I was reminded that Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was a hollow. That he wasn't human, that he was a monster that devoured souls and killed just to kill. That we were two entirely different beings. It dimmed my heart, sent a crack through my soul as I still screamed his name, called it to the heavens.
"GRIMMJOW!!!"
I howled, sure that everyone in Las Noches would hear it and after another few thrusts I felt him groan slightly and tighten his grip to a crushing level as a heat I thought would scald me filled up inside of my body. I was trapped in the white haze, able to do nothing but lay there and pant, barely capable of breathing. He leaned over me for a good while, his head on my unbitten shoulder and the maskless half of his face against mine. We stayed like that for a little while, still joined and both merely taking the time to breath before I felt him move up and bite down on my bare shoulder to match the other, blood most likely being drawn. A moment later, he pulled out slowly to hear me sigh slightly and used my underwear to clean himself off with, grabbing the fallen uniform top and tossing it over me while he hunted down his clothes and got dressed silently. The room stank of sex, and I dimly leaned up on my elbows to watch as he stalked by me towards the door. A casual glance back to me as the door opened, and I watched as he reached forward and gripped the long-cold food cart and dropped a plate and a leg of the chicken on it upon the floor of my room.
"Payment for a good fuck."
He stated dismissively, strolling out of the room and slamming the door behind him. I would normally have been either pissed or crushed at losing my innocence, what little I had left at least, to such a bastard. One that had no love for me or anything close to it. But I was dull, emotionless as I retrieved my clothes and got dressed again slowly, casting the ruined bra off to the end of my couch. My underwear as well; looks like I was going commando until I could get Ulquiorra's attention to get me new clothes. I dropped back on the couch, ignoring tabi and geta for the moment just to curl up in a couch that stank like sex, to just lay there and forget that right now I had Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, the Sexta Espada's come in me. Forget that I'd just fucked a hollow and instead retreat to the sweet blackness of sleep.
Forget that I'd have to face Orihime.
((AN: First straight sex scene I've ever written. Wow. Well, think of this as an apology for not updating in the past couple of days. Tell me what you think of it, awrite gaiz? Toodles!!))