Forgive Me Father

by EIV-JKR

The words he said to her twelve years ago still haunt him but Ulquiorra is pretty sure he'll never see Orihime again after his father sends him away for the betrayal he orchestrated. When the priest gets the call to leave Rome and come back to Boston, he can't imagine what devious and dark plan awaits him, nor who his unexpected companion may be.

21. Chapter 21

Warning: sex

CHAPTER 21: Keep It On the Downlow

Ulquiorra rushed through the bible study group, leg bouncing up and down. People kept telling him that they missed him at confession yesterday. "Wasn't feeling that good," he said. "Still not feeling the best."

It was a lie. He just wanted to get back to the rectory. He wanted to get back to Orihime. She probably had her own thing going on though. As soon as the clock struck eight, he was telling everyone that he'd see them next week, practically pushing the parishioners out the door. He locked the basement of the church up and ran back to the house.

It was damn cold for January.

As soon as he was inside he shed his coat and scarf then did his nightly routine of hanging up his collar and then shucked the rest of it into the clothes basket. It was full, maybe he'd do laundry tonight. Ulquiorra looked at his bed. He hadn't inspected it to see what the damage was and he didn't really feel like it. He put on some sweats and a t-shirt, taking the basket downstairs. He didn't see anyone around so he went to the basement. As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he flipped the light switch and frowned.

Orihime wasn't down there. She was probably busy.

He walked across the basement and into the laundry room, dumping all of his clothes into the machine. He never sorted anything. Soap and that other stuff that Orihime used went in and Ulquiorra started the machine. After that was done, he decided to watch a movie while he waited.

The fluorescent lamps that were secured to the ceiling of the basement hurt his eyes so he turned on one of the lamps that Nel had got him and turned off the overhead lights. He picked a movie and popped it into the DVD player.

He decided on one of the action films Nel got him for Christmas. It was ironic because the movie was called Smokin' Aces and it dealt with FBI agents and the mafia. He went upstairs and got himself some water and returned to the basement to flop down on the middle of the couch. He pressed play and started watching the movie.

Orihime had not been feeling well. She had a headache and had gone to lie down after dinner. She heard Ulquiorra come in and change but she didn't come out to meet him. She was stressed and needed some quiet time to think, and besides, she kind of expected that he would check in on her; he usually did.

She had half a mind to go to her secret closet stash and have a drink, but she was afraid to. If there was a chance she could be pregnant she didn't want to take the risk of harming the baby. She sighed. She had to get out of her room. Brooding wasn't helping. Maybe some mind-numbing television would help.

She got up and went to the kitchen, making herself a cup of hot chocolate with a quarter cup of coffee poured in and went downstairs. She heard the sounds from the television and saw the flashes of light cast on the stairway walls before she saw Ulquiorra splayed out on the couch. She came around the side of it and asked quietly, "Do you mind some company?"

Ulquiorra looked up at Orihime and shook his head. "Join me. I was just watching this movie. I can turn it off if you want to watch something different."

"No, this is fine, I don't mind watching this. I just want to shut my brain off for a bit. This and you will do quite nicely, I think," she said and smiled as she sat down beside him.

Now that she was around, Ulquiorra wasn't too interested in the movie. "I thought you needed some space, you know, to think everything over. A lot has changed since Christmas," he said.

"It's true that a lot has changed, and thinking is what I was doing upstairs. Turns out thinking is not helping." She laid her head on his shoulder. "This helps, though."

"Being around me helps?" He asked as he put an arm around her shoulder, playing with some strands of hair. "Why isn't thinking helping?"

She smiled up at him. "Of course being around you helps, silly. I love you. You make me happy. Anyway, thinking about it isn't solving anything and is just making me worry. You know, the same worries keep chasing themselves around in circles. If I didn't have you… I'd be totally lost."

Several thoughts rolled through his brain. The same worries were stressing him out. His father, having sex with her, breaking his vows to the church. He also wanted to point out that if she didn't have him, she probably would have become a whore for Aizen a long time ago. Ulquiorra didn't say anything though. He just kept playing with her hair, running his hands through it. "I'm glad I can try to help you through it. I'm just as lost as you are though," he told her before he kissed her temple.

She wrapped an arm across his torso, gripping his side and snuggling her body into his, bringing her knees up onto his lap. "Maybe we should get a boat. Sail away somewhere. Does Aizen have a fleet of ships like Humperdink? Do you think he would be able to find us on the high seas?" Her questions were romantic and silly, and she smiled dreamily as she said them.

"Ha, no. Aizen I think has a yacht… Maybe a fishing boat. Not exactly a fleet," Ulquiorra answered. He looked at the television where some hookers were getting into a fight and one had just tripped and fallen through a glass coffee table. "We could go overseas."

"Ooh, international intrigue! Any particular destination?"

He shook his head. "I know London and Rome," Ulquiorra said. He looked down at the redhead and traced a finger down her nose. "Could go to your home country."

"I guess. Technically I'm not even a U.S. Citizen. I have a green card. I could become a citizen at this point but it has never really come up, I can do everything everyone else does except vote, I think. I'd like to go to Japan one day though. It would be weird to walk in with a Japanese passport and not really be Japanese… it's a strange thought."

The priest sighed. "For shits and giggles, can you answer a question for me?"

"Shoot."

Another sigh. He knew Orihime wasn't going to like his question. "If you had to choose between me being a priest and us never getting married or being a mob boss's wife, which would you pick? "

"Oh man, it's so hard to pick, they're such great choices," she teased, knowing it probably wouldn't ease the burden on his mind much, if at all. She pitied him. He didn't choose this life. Neither of them did. She sighed. "Honestly, it depends on the day. If I'm feeling selfish, mob boss wife. If I'm being my best self, the never getting married one. Which would you pick?"

She had a smart mouth sometimes. Ulquiorra decided to let it pass; she was just teasing him and honestly he probably needed some comic relief. "Neither. I would have picked different things. Maybe become a teacher or an artist. If I had to pick, I'd pick the mob boss for the freedom. I wouldn't have to worry about anyone finding out about us. I wouldn't have to keep us hidden. I'd be able to fuck you in a king size bed and parade you around. Sorry, I'm-I'm-I'm pissed off."

"Don't be sorry."

He heard the washer beep that it was done and he untangled himself from her. Ulquiorra walked into the laundry room and switched the clothes, put in dryer sheets and then started it. He walked back into the rec room. He stood looking at her, his arms folded over his chest. "You've still not decided on what you want to do, have you?"

"What do you mean? That's a vague question." she asked, feeling like he was asking a bigger question than she was prepared to answer.

"I mean do you want to stay here or do you want to leave?"

"Honestly, I want to leave, with you. If I can't do that, then I don't know. I know you have a lot of obligations, like, real ones, not just arbitrary Aizen ones. But if having your baby is what it takes to stay with you, then it's something that I'm willing to do, if I can. If it doesn't work; if it's a matter of my life or death, then I think that's the only circumstance where I would choose leaving without you, but only with the understanding that you'd eventually follow…" she looked at him with a tired sort of anguish in her eyes. "I feel like there is no good choice. Only some choices that are more palatable than others."

"Orihime," Ulquiorra said but stopped. There was only so many times and so many ways he could say that he was tied to Boston and the only reason he was here was because of Aizen. "I'm tired of all this bullshit. I'm tired of all of Aizen's bullshit. I've been tired of it since the night I heard about the fucking Easter massacre. I want to be gone. I want to go. I want this over with. I just feel like you should move on without me because I'm a mess. I'm poor excuse for a priest. I'm selfish because I don't want you to go."

She stood and faced him and sighed. "I personally don't care if you are the worst priest ever. We really only have one choice anyway. You're going to have to knock me up. Get crackin'." Her words were flippant, but she was dead serious.

He scoffed at her but he had a small smile on his face. "You think you can order me around? First off, I told you I was going to blow your mind then I would take you. I'm sticking to that." Ulquiorra walked around Orihime and sat back down, taking a drink from the bottle of water he had opened. He set it on the floor at his feet then looked at her.

"Okay…" she said, a bit of humor returning to her. "So, what do you want me to do?"

"Sit down, I want your feet in my lap."

She gave a small smile and sat back down at one end of the couch, then put her feet on his lap. "Okay, done." she said, with a self-satisfied look on her face. If he was going to be mysterious, she would be obtuse. That's how she played ball.

"No you're not," he said. Ulquiorra reached for that festive fleece blanket and handed it to Orihime. He had plans to show her things but he wasn't sure if she would be receptive to it just yet. "Take off your pants and your underwear and then put this over you."

"Okay," she said, raising her hips off the couch and taking her sweats and underwear off in one fell swoop, then grabbed the blanket and covered up. She thought this was pretty weird, but she was down. Ulquiorra hadn't disappointed her yet.

The priest hoped to God that his sister had bought a couch with removable covers for the cushions because he had a feeling that it was going to become a mess. His hand landed on Orihime's thigh and trailed a light pattern over her skin, the circles he made varied in size but he avoided the area between her thighs.

She was enjoying this. It was nice. She didn't get it though. She wondered if maybe he was trying to write secret messages on her skin. She closed her eyes and tried to decipher them. Nope, just circles. She opened her eyes again to see his face, a questioning expression on her own.

Ulquiorra turned to Orihime. His green eyes stared back at her as his hands changed the pattern. His fingers made their way over her legs but he was beginning to encroach on her inner thighs. The touches were feather light though. He enjoyed seeing her face and how she particularly looked when his hands passed over a certain spot. "You want to know what I'm doing, don't you? You need a warm up. You just can't go from cold to fucking in ten seconds. Women need encouragement."

"What do you know of women's needs?" She asked playfully. Then he hit that spot again and this time she hissed.

"I don't know anything about women's needs but I can guess. Like right now I can guess that you're getting frustrated," Ulquiorra said. His hands were rubbing the insides of her thighs now, fingers just barely grazing her curls. "You like my hands and fingers so much. I know you like my cock. I'm going to show you how good my mouth can make you feel."

Her eyes widened in shock, then she said, "You can't mean what I think you mean," lowering her brows and acting like her idea had been completely ridiculous.

A small smile played on his lips as he pushed her legs apart. "I mean I'm going to use my mouth on your pussy," Ulquiorra stated.

"What?! No! You can't be serious, it's… dirty," she said, trying to close her legs and blushing furiously.

Ulquiorra was about to disappear under the blanket and he looked up at her. "Would you rather use your mouth on my dick?" He asked. "It's not dirty. It's another form of sex."

"But…" She was scared that she would smell or taste bad and turn him off. "What if I… you know…" it was too embarrassing for her to say as she looked down. It was not the act itself that turned her off, it was just the fear of repulsing him.

"What if you what? Come on my face? Good. Do you just want me to finger you again? I mean I can."

She whined a bit and then admitted, "What if I gross you out?"

He really wanted to roll his eyes at her worries but Ulquiorra knew better than that. She was new to this entire thing. He should be gentler and more understanding. "It's okay if you're not comfortable with it. I can show you how to jerk me off. Maybe then you can climb on," Ulquiorra said as he grabbed her hand and pulled Orihime over to him. The blanket that covered her fell to the floor.

She was somewhat disappointed and pursed her lips, chewing on the inside of her cheek a bit. She didn't have a clue, really, so she had to just go along with what he told her to do. She had been hoping he would have talked her into that other thing, but maybe she was right, and the idea had grossed him out. Dodged a bullet then, she guessed. She let Ulquiorra lead her to where he wanted her and then waited.

"What?" he asked as he lifted his hips, shoving his own sweats down enough that his dick was about to pop out. "Did you want me to do that to you? Orihime, I'm not going to do something if you say no."

"I don't know. I mean, have you done it before?" She was skeptical. It sounded pretty out-there and kinky to her.

"No. Never at all," he said sarcastically. Ulquiorra took her chin in his hand and looked at her. "Yes, I have. Contrary to popular belief, I did have a couple of girlfriends while in high school and college."

She smiled. "I know, Nel was very excited to report to the class when her "handsome brother" had a new girlfriend," she laughed at the memory, then she looked at him fondly and asked, "But you're sure it's something you like doing? Because if it is then I would try it, I just didn't want you to stop liking me…"

Now he did roll his eyes then he looked at her. "Woman. Orihime. You're precious. You really are. I like it. Oral sex-any kind of sex- is good," Ulquiorra said to her, trying to reassure her that he wouldn't drop her like that.

She smiled in a bashful sort of way and pushed some hair behind one ear and said, "Okay, then. Whatever you want to do then." She eyed his cock, worried about how he was doing. "Or, I mean, do you need to… um…I could?" She hovered her hand over his cock and looked into his face for permission.

"I don't need to. I know how to cope with it," Ulquiorra replied. He looked at Orihime. "Besides, Woman, I want to taste you."

One half of her mouth rose up in an amused, dubious smile. "Ok, um… Bon Appetit?"

He tried to keep a straight face but ended up laughing. Ulquiorra didn't stop for a solid minute. "If a guy is willing to go down on you-I'd like to talk a little sense in to those people who raised you, because wow."

"That bad? I'm sorry…" she made an awkward face and looked over at the table. "I told you I was sheltered. My weekends were pretty much just church and bridge club. I don't even know how to play bridge."

"Well now your nights and weekends are going to be spent learning how to be a bad girl," he said. Ulquiorra pushed her back so that she was laying on the couch. With the way she looked up at him, he was glad he hadn't removed his sweatpants all the way. He leaned down and kissed her. "Do you remember what to say if it becomes too much?"

She smiled. "Yes. I remember." She kissed him back, kind of not wanting to let his face leave hers, but curious enough to let go.

The man slid down her body, peppering it with kisses and bites, enjoying how she squirmed beneath his mouth and hands. When he reached his destination between her legs, Ulquiorra positioned himself where he was kneeling on the cement floor and one of Orihime's legs hung off the couch. He lifted the leg that was still on the couch and placed it on his shoulder.

She was absolutely perfect. The copper curls. Her flawless thighs. He expected her to have some freckles since every redhead that he had met had some but she didn't have any. His green eyes could see how her skin glistened in the lamplight. He watched her as he leaned forward, pressing his lips just above where her pubic hair started.

She inhaled sharply when he did that, her small fist grasping at the edge of the arm of the sofa. Orihime watched Ulquiorra's face intently, taking in his reaction to her and watching carefully for any signs of misgivings on his face. She found none, and watching him kiss her lower belly caused her nipples to harden under her clothing. "I love you," she murmured.

He gave her a brief smile before he turned his head to kiss her inner thighs. He gave them the same treatment he had given to the rest of her body, lips and teeth giving both pleasure and a bit of pain. Ulquiorra didn't put any threat behind it but he liked to see her reaction to it. He switched to the other side and thought about what she kept saying to him.

She loved him. Orihime said it often to him while he maybe said it once in a while since they declared their feelings to each other. It wasn't that he didn't love her. He'd always been taught to hide what he was feeling. Once he became a priest, he'd been taught to show only joy and compassion. Everything else was unnecessary. Being introspective while going down on a potential mate wasn't good for the mood but it did wonders to calm him down.

When she started shifting her hips, he decided she was ready. "Orihime," he said, moving to where she could only see from his eyes up. "I love you."

She decided this was probably the best view she had ever seen in her entire life. His smoldering emerald eyes looking up between the valley of her breasts, breathing her favorite words over her wet folds. It was almost too good. Her eyes narrowed and she hummed, biting her lip and nodding, waiting for something to happen. The feeling of his lips and teeth on her inner thighs had been so hot and wet; she was imaging how it would feel between her legs. It was making her wet, too. Being exposed as she was, as wet as she was, made her feel cold and uncomfortable. She wanted him to cover her.

His tongue flicked against her. Then Ulquiorra made sure his tongue dove between those wet folds of skin in a long stripe. He liked how she gasped as he returned to her clit, letting the tip slide and curl around that sensitive nub of skin.

Oh holy shit balls Jesus Christ on a cross hnnghhhhhhhh! Orihime thought as her eyes squeezed tightly shut and she bit both lips hard when he really got in there. She had expected it to be different and a little weird. She hadn't expected it to be this… hot. Or liquid. But mostly hot; nearly scalding. The leg she had over his shoulder tightened involuntarily and the other pushed up on her toe on the sofa cushion. She released her lips and gasped, then spoke on an inhale, "Oh my god!"

Ulquiorra had to smile as he sucked on her clit. He liked hearing her. He liked listening to her. Not that he got the chance to vocalize often but just hearing her now sent pulses through his cock. It was tempting to pull it out and start jacking off but he had promised her that they would make love after this. He had to keep his hands busy. He sat back as his thumb started stroking the bundle of nerves and he looked at the redhead with a predatory glance.

She felt a difference in what he was doing and opened her eyes. The look on his face alone was almost enough to make her come. She lifted her legs a bit higher and a bit further apart in a silent invitation. A heady, lusty feeling had overcome her and clouded her judgment, and later she would be ashamed of herself, but at the moment, it seemed a totally appropriate question when she asked, "Do you like how I taste?"

"Yes," he answered, smirk still plastered onto his mouth. "Do you like how my tongue feels against you?"

"Yes," she answered, her chest rising and falling in an exaggerated manner.

A low chuckle left Ulquiorra. "Good," he said before lowering his mouth back to her skin. The thumb was replaced and he used one hand to hold her leg where it was while the other hand teased her opening. One finger entered her and withdrew several times before he finally slid a second finger into her.

Oh this was nice. Very nice. The tension in her upper body kind of melted away as she slumped against the couch and let him do his work. She idly cupped her breasts, her fingertips pressing against her swollen nipples, which had been aching for some stimulation as well.

She found that when she relaxed, she was able to really feel what he was doing down there. It was intense. It was much more localized and less of a whole-body experience than sex had been, but it was just as enjoyable. He kept going, and because she was relaxed, she could really feel how her inner muscles started to tense up, how the tension was building in waves, and how the nerves where his tongue touched her were buzzing with increasing frequency. This was a head job, in more than one sense.

His jaw was aching because it'd been a long time since he had done this. Ulquiorra was determined to finish what he started, however. He would glance up at her from time to time, seeing if she was okay and gauging her reaction. Seeing her touch her breasts was a turn on. Orihime seemed to be lost in her own world. That was fine with him. That was the point of this entire thing. It was for her to let go and forget everything. He decided to double his efforts, tongue lathing against her; his fingers stroking her walls, finding that one spot and manipulating it with a come hither motion.

Whoa. That came on fast. Everything had changed suddenly from warm, slow progress to hard and fast freefall as she suddenly came on his face and finger. It was intense and over relatively quickly. Her legs began shaking as he continued to manipulate her, and it was becoming too much. Her head thrashed back and forth, her hips twisting, trying to escape. Then she remembered.

"Whisky! Whisky!"

Ulquiorra sat up, and then gathered her into his arms. He held Orihime, afraid that he had done something to hurt her. "Are you okay? Was it painful? Too much?"

She wasn't able to answer him right away, her breath had been stolen and she had used the last of her reserves on her safe word. After a minute or two, she replied, "No, it didn't hurt… It was, um, crazy, and, um, intense, and," she paused to gather her breath again. "And surprising. And good." She lolled her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes for a minute.

That was a comfort to hear. Ulquiorra hugged her tighter. "Sorry, I can get enthusiastic with that. I just keep going and going. I'm glad you enjoyed it though."

She kissed the side of his neck and nuzzled his earlobe with her nose. "A for effort, A++ for execution," she murmured into his ear.

"Really? Two pluses seems excessive but I'll take it," Ulquiorra teased, letting his hands trail up and down her back. "You good to go now? I mean-Is your brain still bothering you?"

"What brain?" she asked, smiling. "I think I lost it… who needs it anyway?" Her strength was slowly returning to her and she brought a hand to his cheek, opened her eyes and looked at his face. She could see how wet it was, and she blushed. "I think I made you a mess…"

With a shrug, the man wiped his face off with the bottom of his t-shirt before taking it off. "I'm washable," he said. Ulquiorra looked into Orihime's dark eyes. He was lucky to have her. "Are you satisfied for today?"

She dipped her chin lower to look at him from under her brows and answered, "Hardly. I need to keep my man happy too, don't I? I can't relax until you've been inside me."

Since Orihime was sitting in his lap, all Ulquiorra had to do was raise his hips into her ass. He was still hard and it wouldn't take much to set him off. "I believe I was going to show you something a couple weeks ago, wasn't I?"

She smirked. "I recall something along those lines. Well, sir, by all means, show me."

He wanted to kiss that smirk off her face. He wanted to fuck it off her face. "Keep it up and I will show you what I do to bad girls," he whispered to her. Ulquiorra put Orihime back onto the couch and then stood, the front of his sweatpants tented out. This time he did not hesitate when he pulled them down and stepped out of them. He stood in front of Orihime and looked down at her.

Her eyes widened slowly. Yes, she had held it and felt it before; she had seen the outline of it under his pants. But like this, tall and proud and pale and, really, rather perfect-looking, she could not help but be kind of hypnotized. Her head tilted to the side as she studied it, and she smiled a bit as she realized she felt affection toward it. "Can I?" she asked, her hand raising up to touch it.

"Go ahead," he replied. Ulquiorra watched everything she did.

She reached up and trailed her fingertips along the length, then sat forward to get her head closer. She let her fingers slide from the base to his balls, which she merely touched with one finger, more interested in the part that would soon, hopefully, be inside of her. Her fingers closed around the base of his cock and she was somewhat disappointed that she couldn't easily close them around it. The fingertips could touch, not problem, but she couldn't really press them together.

She thought it would not be as pleasant as it was. She had heard things from the older ladies after they had had a few cocktails at bridge about how nasty their husbands looked and how they never wanted to see it; how pendulous their 'parts' where.

Ulquiorra's parts did not fit those descriptions. His was… pretty.

Her face got closer. She couldn't detect anything offensive, only warmth. The skin was so soft and smooth. She did not plan or decide to do it. It just happened on its own when her lips reached out and kissed the side of his cock, just above her fingers. She hummed. It felt nice.

His brain went blank. All thoughts left him. He could scarcely remember to breathe as he watched her. Ulquiorra gently brushed her hair away from her face. "It feels really good if you lick the underside of the head," he murmured. "Just saying."

She smiled. Why not? she thought. She started where she was, kissing up the length of his shaft until she got close enough to the head to smell the difference. It was still pleasant, just not as warm. Her tongue came out and lapped from about two thirds of the way there up to the underside of the head, and then she licked at that spot, as asked. She could feel him twitch upward, and on impulse, her upper lip came out to close over the top of his head, to keep it in place.

Ulquiorra stopped breathing for a second as his eyes rolled back in his head. If the Lord decided to take him at that moment, he'd die happy. A deep throb went through his body as he felt her lips wrap around him. Fuck, if she kept up this exploration he'd be done in no time. "Don't bite. Make sure your teeth don't scrape." Shit. He had meant to tell her to not do that.

"Okay," she said, pulling away for moment and then closing both lips over the head, mimicking what she had felt him do to her clit, swirling her tongue over his head and pulling back to kiss the tip once in awhile, her hand stroking the velvety shaft. This was nice. This was new.

She opened her eyes and looked at his face. Oh. Ohhhhh. This was more fun than she thought. She stared at him as she tightened her lips and pulled on the head of his cock, then used the flat of her tongue to bathe the rim of it and then the tip, before licking the same path she had on his shaft again. He looked like he was going to cry or pray, she wasn't sure.

"Are you alright?" she asked, worry in her tone.

"Yeah," Ulquiorra managed to say, looking up at the ceiling of the basement. As long as he didn't look at her or what her mouth was doing it was okay. He could hold off. "But if you keep doing that I'm gonna come in your mouth or on your face."

She kissed the tip again and hummed with her lips still on it, considering. She was not opposed to the idea, but, she needed to work on getting pregnant. "Darn," she said, backing up and laying back on the couch, opening her legs. "Maybe after it works," she said.

He didn't need any other invitation than that. He got to his knees and slid his cock into Orihime until he was entirely sheathed inside of her, not bothering to wait for her to adjust to him. "There's no way I'm going to last, Woman."

"That's alright," she said, smiling at him warmly. She wished she could reach his face, but he was too far away. "I still feel good from before."

"I'll make it up to you," he said before he started moving his hips. The heat that prickled up his length felt delicious and he wanted more. Ulquiorra grabbed Orihime's hips and dragged her towards him until her ass hung off the couch. He held her there as he began to thrust inside of her. Desire ruled his brain so he didn't really think of her comfort or the fact that this was only the second time they had had sex. He'd been keyed up from this morning and hadn't had any relief and by the time he'd gotten her off, his cock had leaked precum. "Mmmm," he groaned before biting his lip.

She watched his face, smiling and absolutely fascinated. The fact that he appeared to be so lost inside of her; that her body was bringing him such pleasure, was thrilling. It made her feel validated. She wondered if she could do better, though. Her toes touched the ground, and using them to brace herself, she clenched her butt and inner muscles around him, trying to recreate the action she did with her lips on his cock.

"Fuck," he said with his jaw clenched. He'd couldn't remember anyone doing this to him as he had sex with them. Ulquiorra looked down at where their bodies connected, watching Orihime's thighs work to help bring him off. He couldn't keep his voice down as he slammed into her. He knew he was close. It only took three more times of him sliding into her body before he was coming, buried deep within her.

"I hope that was okay," she said after he quieted, and she followed to his lap as he sat down on his heels keeping their bodies connected as he slowly began to soften. He looked exhausted. She lifted his face and kissed his lips lightly, then held his head to her shoulder. "I love you," she whispered again.

Ulquiorra was too focused on drawing air into his lungs than trying to answer her. Why did it feel like such a religious experience when having sex with her? Why did it feel so good? His eyes burned and he kept his eyes closed, chest heaving with staggered breaths. "Okay? Dammit Orihime. Understatement," he said.

"Well, I'm glad," she said, holding him tightly to her. "Do you want to, um, snuggle?"

With a nod, the priest managed to push her back up on the couch and then sat beside her. He grabbed the blanket off the floor and laid it over both of them. He felt shattered for some reason. He felt broken. He felt lost. Was it because he didn't feel guilty about what they had done? Ulquiorra pulled her closer, burying his face into her neck. He needed to enjoy this.

She petted his head, breathing him in, until they both fell asleep.

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Ulquiorra pulled up in front of Aizen's pub Monday night with Orihime in the car. She was sitting beside him and he'd stuck to her idea of leaving Monday and coming back late Tuesday. It would be just them in some private cabin in the wilds of Vermont. He looked at her. "You know I have to see him. You can come in if you want," the priest said. "We can show him that we're together in this. He might leave you alone. He might leave us alone."

"You know him better than I do. If you think it'll be in our favor, I'll go. I want him to know he can't use us against each other," she said, taking his hand.

He nodded although the thought never occurred to him that Aizen would pit the lovers against each other. Ulquiorra squeezed her hand before getting out of the station wagon. When she was by his side, he took a deep breath and walked with her into the bar. He automatically spotted Grimmjow, Nel, and Tier. All three of them looked miserable. Nnoitra was grinning like a fool.

Orihime took a step closer to Ulquiorra when she saw Grimmjow, and nearly cowered behind him when she saw Nnoitra. For whatever reason, she didn't expect his siblings to be there.

"Can you do this?" Ulquiorra asked before he decided on going any further. "We can do this Orihime. They're not going to hurt you."

She placed her hand in the middle of his back, pressing lightly, and nodded. "You're here, I'll be fine."

He walked forward and stared at the people at the table. He finally saw Aizen sitting between Nnoitra and someone else he didn't recognize. The female had dark hair and dark eyes. She looked as unhappy as the rest of the bunch sitting there. "Here," Ulquiorra said throwing the plastic envelope of money at Aizen.

"Ah, Ulquiorra, you're early. Is that Miss Inoue?" Aizen said, peering around the priest.

"Looks like he's dragging the bitch everywhere," Nnoitra commented.

"That's not nice, Nnoi," Nel said.

Orihime stepped around Ulquiorra's back to his other side, putting him between herself and Nnoitra, despite the fair distance between them in the first place. She gave Nel a small smile and wave.

The teal-haired woman went to wave but Aizen held up a hand. "How are things going, Orihime? I trust that our payment plan is on track?"

Her smile dropped and her eyes slid over to his in a poisonous glare. She couldn't censor it. "Things are going swimmingly," she said, innuendo intended. She knew how that part worked.

"Cut the bullshit Aizen," Ulquiorra stated. "We've fucked. We're fucking. I'll be taking her to her next appointment. I need to know when that is."

Everyone at the table became deathly still and only their eyes moved to look at Ulquiorra. Aizen was the only one who turned his head to evaluate the man. "I don't think so, Ulquiorra. Someone will escort Orihime to her appointments."

Orihime stiffened, her hand snaking up his arm to grab Ulquiorra's elbow, silently begging him to somehow change Aizen's mind. Her eyes softened and she managed a tiny smile toward Aizen. "Please, Uncle Sousuke, I know Ulquiorra would want to be there to see if we've been, um, successful."

"I said someone will take you."

"I'll follow behind them," Ulquiorra countered. He glared at the man who called himself his father.

"Persistent aren't you, boy?"

Ulquiorra held his head high. "What are you going to do? She's done her part. Leave her alone."

Aizen turned a sickly sweet smile towards the redhead. "Miss Inoue, do you think Ulquiorra can get you to and from these appointments? I could have Nnoitra pick you both up… but what would that look like… A priest entering a well-known OB-GYN's office."

"He's merely counseling a parishioner who is considering abortion. You know, the church is very against it. It's part of his duties to encourage his flock to choose life." It was a shot it the dark, but she hoped her thinly veiled, empty threat was enough to sway the patriarch.

"Ulquiorra, I would like you to meet one of Nel's new employees," Aizen said. "This is Cirucci. Maybe you can help counsel her when she needs it."

The green eyed priest heard the threat. "Duly noted," he replied. "See you next week."

"You'll be seeing me sooner than that," Nnoitra yelled at Ulquiorra's back as they walked away. "I'll be around on Friday, Orihime."

She didn't respond, keeping her eyes on the exit and chewing on her lip. When they got out, she turned to Ulquiorra and asked, "What did he mean by that?"

"I don't know. Did the doctor give you a sheet with the dates on it? Did he say anything to you?" Ulquiorra asked as they walked back to the car. He stopped short as he saw Grimmjow standing by the car. The green-eyed man stared at his brother. "How did you get out here?"

Grimmjow gave the couple a bored look. "The fucking side entrance, asshole. Also that woman in there is Orihime's replacement. Aizen just acquired her."

Orihime felt like she had been punched in the gut, and a wave of nausea rolled over her. She took a step back for air. She knew she should be more upset by the actual problems they were facing, but her immediate reaction was betrayal and extreme jealousy, just imagining Ulquiorra with someone who wasn't her. She had never even considered it before. She needed a second to get her head back on straight. After a couple slow breaths, she was able to push that reaction to the side, and rejoined Ulquiorra, looking at Grimmjow with distrust, but asking, "Why so soon? It's only been a couple weeks?"

"You've not been around Aizen for a long period of time. You spent what? A week with us before being sent off to the wilds of where ever? Aizen likes plans. He likes having backups," Grimmjow said.

Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed at Grimmjow. "He's that desperate for me to leave and join him?"

Grimmjow shrugged. "He recently threatened my baby mama so whenever you want to take him down, I could be available to help. Tier's looking into this Cirucci. There could be some DNA testing involved. She said she remembers Aizen from her childhood. In fact there are four other women who recently came to work for Nel and they mentioned that Aizen was around while they were kids. Tier swabbed them and sent the stuff off."

"Are you serious?" Ulquiorra asked, repulsed by the idea. There was no way he would ever touch someone related to Aizen.

"Dead serious," Grimmjow replied. "Also, if you do knock her up you can bet there will be a scandal and you'll have to leave your precious church."

That feeling returned to Orihime and she couldn't hold it in this time. "Could you stop?"

Blue eyes turned on the woman, "Excuse me for trying to help out Princess. You two can go fuck yourselves."

"Don't give me that, Grimmjow. What do you expect, gratitude? I haven't been able to leave the house in over a month because of you. My arm finally doesn't have a hand-shaped decoration on it anymore. You could have just explained what was going on then, if you wanted to help so badly." She scoffed. The negative emotions she was feeling were making her behave recklessly. "Chad was never my boyfriend, by the way, so you better leave him alone."

Grimmjow looked at her, making a face. "Ain't no one going after your bodyguard," he said. "As far as I know of anyway. And why haven't you been able to leave? I'm not stalking you anymore. I tried to warn you on Christmas Day but you wanted to be all screechy and sic people with shovels on me."

She sighed and threw her hands up in the air. "Fine, thank you. You never told me why, by the way. Why you lied to Aizen about me not wanting to see him when I first got to Boston. Why? Why the weirdness and the flowers? What was it for?"

"What a guy can't try to flatter a woman? Sorry. Jesus Christ. Ulq how do you deal with this?"

Ulquiorra said nothing, still glaring at his blue haired brother.

"Aizen was going to offer you that deal the first day you arrived. We all knew about it. I figured you two needed time to make a connection. We've seen you two fucking."

Orihime gasped.

"There's a camera in Ulquiorra's room. Points at the bed. We can see every hip roll; every shoulder grab; every lick; hear every word too. All the I love you's and every little kinky thing you're teaching her," Grimmjow said. "Nnoitra watches the feed now. Made me sick hearing you jerk off and say her name." He pointed a thumb at Orihime.

"This entire family is made up of sick fucks," Ulquiorra said. He motioned for Orihime to get in the station wagon.

"What's that make you?" Grimmjow smirked.

Orihime stopped on her way to the car and looked at Grimmjow, ignoring his little comment to Ulquiorra. "You did, you know, Grimmjow. Flatter me, that is. You need to work on your people skills though. Thanks for not delivering me to Aizen." A resigned sigh was heard as she got into the car.

Ulquiorra followed the woman and then started the car, throwing it into drive before taking off. He was silent as he headed towards the freeway. He kept glancing at Orihime, trying to gauge her reaction to everything she heard.

She kept playing with her fingers, worrying her lip, quietly running through everything she had heard and seen in the club. That was the life that Ulquiorra had been so desperate to escape. It was horrible. She knew that Barragan was no better than Aizen, but he had allowed Ai to protect her children while they were young. Orihime had no clue how bad things could become, and tonight was just a small glimpse, she was sure.

She glanced at Ulquiorra while he was driving, his brow set at a harsh angle, clearly troubled. Her heart broke a little. He didn't deserve this. She looked ahead and made a decision. Putting a hand on his thigh gently, she said, "No matter what happens, I trust you, okay? Our parents decided our fates a long time ago. Our lives were never going to be easy, but I think we're stronger together than we are apart. Aizen is just going to kill me anyway if this doesn't work, so don't worry about my commitment to it. I'm, um, motivated." She paused and sighed. "But I want you to know, I wanted to be with you before I met with Aizen. I knew Ioved you before Christmas."

If he wasn't driving at a high speed, he would have slammed on the breaks and turned to look at her. "You tell me not to worry and then tell me he's going to kill you," Ulquiorra snapped. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Sure, I won't worry at all. I just now want to somehow get you a passport and ship you off somewhere he can't find you!" He stared out the windshield, scowling. How could she tell him not to worry when his entire person was wrapped up in her? Everything he had done since he turned sixteen was to protect her; he hadn't known it but back then he wanted her to be safe.

She swallowed hard, trying not to cry. "I have a passport. If you want to send me away, I'll go," she sounded as sad as she felt. She knew what would happen if she left. He'd be paired with somebody else.

"We could go to Canada. Leave everything behind," he said. "If it comes down to it, Orihime, I'll always place you above me."

She couldn't hold those tears back anymore. "Same," she said before taking a deep breath and surrendering to her weakness. "Can we? Could we just run away? You and me? Just go somewhere and never look back? I have nothing except you. I can do anything. I would do anything."

He thought about what both of them were proposing. Run away, never look back. As the logic kicked in, the numbers didn't look good. The probability was low. They couldn't take the church's car across the border. With a sigh, Ulquiorra took the exit that would put them close to Sacred Heart. If they were going to run, they couldn't be blowing money on overnight getaways. "How much money can you save in a month or three months?"

"$500.00 a month, at least. Probably closer to a thousand. I'm not buying booze anymore, so that helps. I really have nothing to buy. I have a little bit of savings, too, from my jobs through high school and college."

"I'm still buying booze," he replied. He seemed to drink more and more as the days went by. Ulquiorra didn't mean for it to happen but he was worried. It was usually a glass at dinner or a beer or a cider. Then he'd relax in the basement with the brand new bottle of Four Roses he had bought around Christmas while watching a movie or having his way with Orihime. The stress and guilt were eating away at him. He understood how Zommari went through four bottles of wine a week.

"Well, if we leave and I'm not pregnant, then I'll join you in a drink," she said, her mood improving with the sliver of hope they were dangling in front of each other.

Ulquiorra sighed as he drove to the rectory. "I'll give it three months. In three months we should have enough saved to get where we want to be."

"Do you think you'll get your deposit back on that place?" she asked, hiding her disappointment well as she realized where they were going.

"Probably not. It was only a hundred bucks," Ulquiorra said. "They required twenty-four hours notice." He sighed as they pulled into the rectory's driveway. "You're not mad because we're not going away?"

She sighed as she opened the door. "Not mad," she said as she got out and closed the door.

Ulquiorra quickly followed her. "You're not mad…? What then?" he asked. "Disappointed?"

"Yeah…Kinda." she said, kind of self-consciously. "Sorry."

He grabbed her as soon as they were in the mudroom and pushed her against the wall. "Fucking you for one night in some cabin or fucking you in our own place where I'm not a priest?" he asked.

She was kind of scared and kind of turned on by his suddenness. "Uh, the second one," she said breathlessly.

"I'm trying to secure that for us. That means I have phone calls to make. There are lists and such. If we're going to run, we need to plan for it and not just up and leave and whoops, we made a mistake." Ulquiorra finished his tirade by kissing her. "I need to go search my room for this camera. Do you want to come with me? You might be able to point out something I've not seen."

She nodded, still kind of intimidated. She had never seen him so intense about anything before. It made him feel unpredictable to her.

"I know this is not typical behavior for me. I'm scared. Aizen will kill you and I don't want to be forced to share our intimacy with anyone else," Ulquiorra said. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "Tomorrow we can go out and plan all of this without being in the rectory, okay? I will make this up to you, Orihime."

"Okay," she breathed in response, putting her hand over his on her face and neck, letting her fingers soothe some of the tension in them as they trailed down to his wrists. "Just breathe, okay? I know we're both freaked out, but it doesn't do to get pushed towards panicking, does it?"

Ulquiorra shook his head. "My apologies. Ever since I saw you again everything has been a mess. I've been a wreck. What Aizen said; what Nnoi said, it is a psychological game. With what Grimmjow revealed," he sighed. "We can decide what to do tomorrow. I just want to find this camera and then we're sleeping in your room tonight."

They went up to his room after she agreed and began tearing the place apart. Then Orihime stopped him. She pulled out her phone and turned some music on, and then whispered to him, "Wait, didn't Grimmjow say the camera was pointed toward the bed? If we sit on it, we should be able to see it. If we can't see it, it can't see us. It will rule things out."

Ulquiorra's eyes scanned the wall across from the bed once they sat down. His dresser and that wardrobe were against the wall along with an outlet.

"Wait," she said, watching his eyes and seeing what he was looking at. "I have an idea." She got up and turned out the bedroom lights, then felt her way back to the bed and sat down. She picked up her phone from where it sat on the bed and turned the flashlight on. "Look for a reflection," she murmured to him as she slowly scanned the opposite wall.

She started from the upper left of the room and worked systematically, sweeping from left to right, then down a foot and then from right to left. Then the light passed the outlet, and there was just a glint of a reflection. She didn't see it from where she was, but Ulquiorra did.

"Orihime, can you unplug the wall charger? I want to move it closer to the bed. Also can you keep the light off?" He asked. As soon as the flashlight turned on it he noticed the tiny lens looking thing sitting just above the USB plug in spot. He had always thought it was weird looking because he had always used the one that came with his phone. It was a bonus that a charger came with the room because he'd been too tired to go shopping for one to fit these outlets.

"Yep," she said, using the flashlight to guide her to the object. She took it out of the outlet and then turned off her phone's flashlight, turning on the camera instead. She had seen the suspicious hole and turned her camera on to it. Sure enough, she could see the infrared light still flashing on the lens though her phone's camera. She turned the camera off and used her phone's screen to illuminate the way back to the lightswitch, turning it on and holding the charger next to the phone, which was still playing music, before telling Ulquiorra quietly, "It appears to have battery backup."

"Turn off the light again. I'm going to put it in the trash and carry it out to the garbage."

She left the charger in her hand, lens in her palm, as she turned off the light, then gave it to Ulquiorra.

The green-eyed priest threw the camera into the trash can beside the door and then took the small black bag out of it. He took the bag out of the container and motioned for the woman to come with him. When they were in the garage Ulquiorra lifted the lid to the recycling bin and dropped the bag into it. "I'm going to have to buy a new charger tomorrow while we're out."

Orihime grinned silently for a beat before she burst out laughing, clutching her side and the doorknob from to go back inside at the same time. By the time they were in the mudroom, tears were streaming out of both eyes. It was a perfectly timed moment. She had been on a knife' edge of tension, and then he said that, as if a small electronic cord was the most important order of business to him. She found the whole thing hilarious.

He looked at her as if she had finally cracked. She had gone mental. "Do you need a drink?" Ulquiorra said, staring at her with a worried expression. "One drink won't hurt."

She wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands, smiling like an idiot, trying to breathe through her nose and calm down. Her voice was still bobbling over little chuckles as she asked, "You sure? Are you a doctor too?"

He deadpanned, "Yeah, absolutely. I'm just like Doctor Mario. I just inspect genitals though, mainly yours."

She laughed again, but then composed herself. Still smiling, she looked at him and shook her head. "Ulquiorra, I would love a drink, but as unlikely as it is, I could be pregnant. And as unlikely as one drink is to cause harm, it could. This would be your baby. I could never do anything to harm it, no matter how unlikely."

He had never thought of that. A frown came over his face. "Sorry I just-I thought it would help you. I could rub your feet; your shoulders? You could take a nice hot shower and we could cuddle in bed?"

"It's okay, it's weird to think about. Trust me, I know. I will take a shoulder rub and we can see where things go from there. Also, if you're having a drink, I might have a sip for flavor but that's it."

"I've never thought about having kids. I wrote it off. It seemed pointless," Ulquiorra said as he pulled her through the kitchen and up the stairs. Instead of going into his room he opened her door and led her inside.

"That makes sense. You were pretty young when you decided to go to seminary and since then not having kids is kind of a forgone conclusion. These circumstances are not exactly ideal either. Still, if it happens I want you to know that I would protect that kid with my life, so, um, beware, I guess."

Ulquiorra shrugged, "Off with your shirt and lay down. Do you have lotion somewhere?" He didn't want to think about giving her up or her dying. If it came down to it, Ulquiorra would sacrifice himself for her. He wouldn't even second guess himself, he would just do it.

"Bedside table drawer," she said, pulling her shirt off and dropping it in her basket, followed by her bra. She crossed her arms over herself as she took the few steps to her bed and laid down on her stomach.

He opened the drawer and fished around for the bottle of lotion. Ulquiorra chuckled at her actions as he climbed on the bed and sat on her butt. "You act like I've never seen them before," he said as he squirted the lotion into his hands, rubbing them together to warm the stuff up before he applied it to her shoulders.

"I know, it just seems weird to walk around with them swinging around in the open. I mean, they're kind of just, out there," she said, making a cupping gesture with her hands. "I guess I don't think I'm ugly or anything but I would feel like I was some kind of peacock if I just paraded them around. I'm not that confident."

The light strokes he applied to her shoulders and upper arms were a warm up as Orihime talked. Ulquiorra wanted to shake some sense into her. "You are beautiful and I like your tits. They're nice. If you think once we get a place of our own that you'll get to keep your clothes on, you are mistaken. I will be on you; constantly taking them off just so I can look at the body you're hiding from me," he said as he worked. "Seriously, you're a tiny package of gorgeousness. I kinda want to roll you over and fuck your tits though. I've thought about it a lot."

She laughed. "Can you even do that? Is that a thing? And thanks, by the way. You're not so bad yourself," she said bashfully.

He felt her relax a bit so he decided to apply more pressure. "It is possible. I mean it has happened before. You have the perfect amount of boobage to do it to. All I would do is just straddle your chest put them together and then happily hump my way to bliss. But as a rule, all semen goes inside of you so it'd be pretty pointless to try it. Just like coming in your mouth or pulling out."

She was amazed at how casually he discussed this. "Well if it's that easy, you could just start there and finish inside, I don't care." She closed her eyes and groaned as he found a particularly tense spot. "Oh yeah, you keep this up and you can do whatever you want."

A chuckle left his throat. "Anything? I think you'd rethink that if I wanted anal."

"Ew."

"See," Ulquiorra said. He continued to knead her skin gently with a straight face. "I might take you up on the other thing though… At a later time."

"As you wish, dearest," she said with a blissful look on her face.

Ulquiorra smirked. "Kind of reminds me of Christmas Eve," he said as he ran his hands down her back.

"Oh? The necklace thing? I'll tell you a secret, that was romantic as hell."

"Wait, when did you give me a backrub?" Ulquiorra asked as he stopped to put more lotion in his hands. "I think it was-No, it wasn't Christmas."

"No, you're right, it was Christmas Eve. I was thinking of earlier in the day that day."

He nodded, remembering that day. "You do not know how scared I was. I thought you would scream or tell Zom what I did. I don't even know why I did it. It was an impulse. As we know I have poor impulse control around you. I thought when you were rubbing my back you returned the gesture but wasn't for sure."

"No, that was just an excuse to get my hands on you, I think," she said with a little giggle. "I was already in love with you, but I had just realized it earlier that day, so all your actions toward me made a huge, huge impact. When you kissed my neck I literally turned into a puddle. I could feel my heartbeat in my crotch." She laughed again, embarrassed at her confession.

Leaning forward, Ulquiorra brushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck. "Still that same feeling?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Mmmm," he hummed. He rolled his hips against her just to tease her as he slowly sat back up to continue the backrub.

"You have kind of a one-track mind, don't you?" she teased back. "Here I just confessed something really sweet and romantic to you and I get a dick in the butt as a reward. Nice." She chuckled after she made a displeased face at him over her shoulder.

He laughed. "Sometimes," he answered, as his fingers dug slightly into her skin. "It happens when I don't want to deal with or think about something. I try to focus on something to block everything else out. One year it was origami. Another year it was different minerals and gemstones. Of course this was when I was in Aizen's household. Right now I don't want to think about my family and you're all that goes through my mind anymore."

"Well, if we're talking about me, tell me, what did you first notice about me when I came to the rectory? I know what I noticed. You seemed kind of annoyed with me though, so I'd bet it was some dumb thing I did or my accent or something."

Frowning Ulquiorra thought about what he noticed about her. "Your hair. I was like that because the moment you said your name I was already wanting you. I spent a lot of nights praying because of you."

"Sorry. Well at this point I'm more in the "Sorry not sorry" camp. The first thing I noticed about you was your abs."

"Miss Inoue, were you lusting after a priest?" he asked as his palm traveled down to her waist. "You seemed shocked to see me. Whenever we get to where we're going, I don't think I want to work in a religious field. Maybe we can open a bakery or a cafe; you said you had experience with that."

"I was… you can't believe the amount of Hail Marys I prayed after you told me. And yeah, I could see us running a shop like that," she smiled as she imagined it.

Ulquiorra sighed as he thought back. He was remembering the craziness that he'd endured and that night that he stayed up all night to pray for the thoughts going through his head. They never went away. They had manifested into this growing desire for her and finally into the relationship that they had. He leaned forward again, laying on top of her. "As you wish," he whispered in her ear.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me," she whispered back.

"No," he said in reply. "I'm probably the worst thing that ever stepped foot into your life. Had some bratty redhead not told me to stop bullying her brother, I would have never given you a second thought."

"No, you're mistaken, you saved my life. I would be dead if I never met you."

He climbed off of her and put the bottle of lotion on her bedside table. "Orihime, we have discussed this."

"I know. You're still wrong," she said, smiling. "Even if I never met you, Barragan had nefarious plans for me. I would have been screwed either way. Literally."

Glancing at her, Ulquiorra had to agree with what she said. He was well aware of how women were treated in his father's business. All of them were playthings and treated with disrespect. The only woman to command respect was Retsu and that was because she would kill anyone who didn't. He took off his clothes, leaving his boxer-briefs on and was back on the bed, laying beside the redhead.

"Ulquiorra? Do you have anything you have questions about? I mean about me? You don't know much about me from when we were apart," she said, rolling over to face him and tracing the four on his chest. "There's certainly a fair few things I don't know about you."

"You want to have this conversation now? We should have had this weeks ago. Okay, you said you met a guy once, why didn't you like him? Why didn't you hook up with him? Why were you so closeted and sheltered?"

"Well, that's two different topics really. First one is simple; there was no spark there for me. He was nice. He was cute. He was a good guy. But there really wasn't anything there. I only liked him as a friend, so when he asked for more I had to say no. As for why I was closeted and sheltered," she stopped to sigh heavily before she continued. "I want to preface this by saying the Rohertys were very kind people who encouraged me and gave me a lot of great opportunities and seemed to really enjoy having me around. They never acted like I was a burden or anything, but I think they sheltered me so much because that's what they were paid to do. The more I'm learning about Aizen, the more I think he has been planning this for a long time. Keeping me interested in church and pure in body served his interests and brought me back here. Maybe it sounds like a conspiracy theory, but it all falls together I think."

It kind of made sense. It was way out there but it could be a possibility. "If you knew I was in Milwaukee the same time as you, do you think we could have..." he trailed off. Ulquiorra looked at her for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Do you think you would have been interested in me then?"

She looked at him and raised one eyebrow. "Did you look anything like you do now?"

"I had my eyebrow pierced. I had my ear pierced. It still is; the hole is there. Hair was shorter."

She bit her lip imagining it, "Uh, yeah. I would have been interested."

He gave a chuckle. "Okay, your turn," Ulquiorra said. "Ask and you shall receive an answer."

"When and why did you get this?" She asked, her finger returning to his tattoo.

Ulquiorra's eyes went to where her finger was resting on his left pectoral. "I was seventeen and in Idaho. We all had numbers on our doors. The girls had a three on their door. I had a four. Nnoi was five. Grimm, number six. I got it to remind me of my family and Aizen; how we were nothing but a number to him. I've always took it to mean I was the fourth child."

Her face became somewhat sad. "That's not a nice feeling, is it? Okay, tell me about the one on your back?"

He blew out a breath. "I'm a priest. It seemed fitting. I had just arrived in Wisconsin and decided that one last act of rebellion needed to happen so I found the best place in the city and went. For some people giving up everything is easy but there are some like me who weren't as devoted before entering the seminary. There were a couple of guys there that were tattooed."

"That makes sense. The priest at St. Killian's had a sailor jerry that he used to show off sometimes during church festivals. He didn't become a priest until he was in his forties. He was divorced. He was great though. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. What about the roses?" she asked, stroking his upper arm.

Closing his eyes, Ulquiorra braced himself. He didn't want to tell her about this one. He didn't want to tell her why he got them. "I got them to remind myself of the day you left my life. All I could see is you throwing those roses into those graves and then the words I said to you. I used to have nightmares about it. I was cruel to you."

She used her thumb to smooth out his wrinkled brow and kissed him between the eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you carried that with you for so long." She climbed up a bit and hugged him to her chest and kissed his head. "You were a kid too, you know. I hope you can forgive yourself. I forgave you a long time ago."

"What's your favorite food? Fruit? Vegetable?" Ulquiorra asked, changing the subject. He was tired of people telling him it wasn't his fault.

She took a moment to think about this. "Pizza. Strawberries. Um… Sweet corn? Is that technically a vegetable or a grain? I don't know," she said with a small laugh. "What about you?"

"Uh, um," he waffled for a moment trying to think. "I like breakfast foods. Mangoes. Uh, I'd have to say beets or sweet potatoes. Crunchy or creamy peanut butter?"

"Crunchy all day long. You?"

"Same. Except I like honey-roasted peanut butter too; I've never seen that in crunchy form."

"Quite the sweet tooth you have, mister. Since we're on the topic, favorite sweet?"

Ulquiorra looked at her and gave her a small grin. "Besides you? That's a hard choice."

She gave him a withering look. "Yes, besides me."

"Hmmm," he murmured. "I like brownies with walnuts and extra chocolate in them. I like coconut cream pie and those cookies you made me with the oatmeal and the butterscotch chips. I like some indulgences."

"You'd never know it," she said, running a finger up from his navel to the center of his chest, letting it get some air as it passed over his abdominal muscles.

He shifted his body. It kind of tickled. "I work out a lot? I go over and play basketball with the kids almost every day that school is in session. What about you?"

"I used to dance a lot. These days I just clean up after you and Zom for five hours plus a day. That and being young and having a decent metabolism is all I do… well that's not totally true I do some strength exercises before bed and stretches in the morning."

One of his eyebrows rose and Ulquiorra had to refrain from laughing. "Besides watching that terrible, horrible movie what else do you like to do?" he asked.

She scoffed. Then she scoffed again. "I beg your pardon! You take that back, that movie brought us together."

"That movie almost caused me to kiss and fuck you all in the same night. It also had me declaring that I loved you before I realized it. And you let me," Ulquiorra countered. "As you wish."

She snickered. "I knew you didn't know. I liked imaging you did, though."

Hmph. His mouth straightened out into a thin line. "Do you have any sex toys?"

"What? No! Do you?"

Ulquiorra sputtered. "What? No. I mean I had one but-It was-I threw it out before i went to Wisconsin. It was-" He was turning red.

She got up onto her elbows and looked down at him, eyes wide with curiosity. "It was what?"

"Your innocent ears don't need to hear what it was."

"Oh come on, humor me. I don't even know what what anything is."

"It was an artificial vagina," he huffed, clearly embarrassed.

She squealed and kicked her feet onto the mattress, dropping her face into her breasts. "I'm sorry but eeeeeeeeeeeew!"

His facial expression was unimpressed. "I cleaned it thanks. Also says the woman who I come in on a regular basis."

"Twice does not a regular basis make, my dear. Let's establish that pattern first, shall we?" She teased, turning her nearly upside-down head to the side to face him. "I love you, did you know that? I don't get tired of saying it, either. Let me know if you get tired of hearing it and I'll try to dial it back. No promises, though."

"You can say it as much as you'd like but," Ulquiorra paused. "I'm not used to saying it. I've never said it to a woman before. As soon as a woman would say that to me, I'd break it off with her."

"Oh dear, how many hearts have you broken? Probably more than you know. A few parishioners, who shall remain unnamed, are among them." It was a rhetorical question. She didn't really want to know. "I have only broken one that I know of, so I'd say that's pretty good."

Was she asking how many sexual partners he had in the past? Ulquiorra furrowed his brow. He didn't want to answer that question. "Uh, any weird habits?"

"Um… using foreign accents to mask awkward spots in conversations. Rage singing. Saying "I mean…" too much. Um… chewing on the inside of my cheeks when I'm upset or nervous. You?"

He had experienced the rage singing so he chuckled. "I tug on my ear. I tend to either smile a lot or not at all when dealing with people."

"Really?" she asked doubtfully. She thought about it a bit more, than realized that yes, he did used to do that with her. "Actually I have noticed some of that, but I have never seen the manically smiley Ulquiorra. Is that really a thing?"

"I do it to little old ladies who have no filters and they want me to marry their granddaughter or something," he said.

"Dude, don't they realize…?" she looked like she had just heard the stupidest thing ever. "Anyway…. What's your favorite color?"

Ulquiorra rolled onto his side to looked at her face. "The color teal and gray. You? Let me guess, you like pink or purple."

"Well, sure I like them, but they're not my favorites. I wear them because I think they make me look cute. My favorites are soft grayish white and the color of your eyes." She said it without a hint of embarrassment. "Favorite animal? Bet you can guess mine."

"I don't really know. Never been an animal person," he answered. "You like dogs."

"I love dogs. But owls are my favorite."

Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow. He felt that warm affectionate feeling swelling in his chest. "Any goals?"

"I'm rebuilding my goals at the moment, I have a new priority, you see?" she replied, touching the tip of his nose. "But there are places I'd like to visit. Dogs I'd like to pet. Homes I'd like to make. You?"

His mouth twisted to the side. What were his goals? Before he met her again his goals had been wake up, do his job, go to sleep. "I'm not sure. I, uh, I didn't have any."

"And now? Anything starting to take shape?"

Ulquiorra shrugged. "Not really. The only goal I have is to keep you safe and get the fuck outta Boston."

"I think that is a good shortlist," she agreed. "I'd like to add keeping you safe to the list, though."

"You think your short little ass can keep me safe?" he asked, teasing her. "The further away we are, the better."

"Hey, I can still bite legs like a champ," she countered.

"Well my little Pomeranian, let's get some sleep so we can be refreshed for tomorrow," Ulquiorra said.

"Not so fast, Merlin," she said, pushing him onto his back and straddling his lap. "I am going to require a little exercise to tire me out. I'm too wound up to sleep," she said, leaning down to kiss him.

Ulquiorra looked up at her when she pulled back. "You, uh, want fucked?"

She gave him an amused look. "Yes, I "want fucked." Who are you, Tarzan?"

His hands came up to cup her breasts then trailed down her sides. Those fingers knew her body well and how to pleasure her. "I think I'm probably more George of the Jungle," he replied. "I mean I could run around in a loincloth if that's what you're into."

"Hmm, how about you just run around naked. But not in public. I don't need all the biddies at the supermarket soiling themselves at the sight of you." She scooted down his legs a bit and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs. "May I?"

"I ain't gonna stop you," Ulquiorra replied. "You sound almost jealous, Orihime."

She raised a brow at him. "So what if I am a little bit? And I guess it's not really jealousy, I'm not worried about it, I'm more… possessive, I guess," she said as she pulled the underwear down to reveal his cock and smiled. She ran her hand along its length from base to tip and back down. She looked down at her bare breasts and his penis and wondered how that thing he talked about before would work.

His hips gave a small jerk as if he'd been shocked. "Easy," he said. "It's, uh, sensitive."

"I'm sorry, am I being too rough?" She asked, opening her grip and looking down at him like she killed his dog.

Ulquiorra bit his lip as her other hand trailed over his inner thigh. Dammit. "Nope just..." He was ticklish there. "It kind of tickles."

An evil glint came to her eyes. "Oh? Just here?" she asked, attacking the spot with her fingers. Somehow she thought her five-foot-two frame would be heavy enough to hold him in place.

His hips bucked, spine arching up. Ulquiorra threw her off and quickly reversed their positions so that he was straddling her stomach. "Behave," he said pinning her wrist over her head.

"Make me," she challenged him, smiling and trying to squirm.

Holding her wrists in one hand Ulquiorra reached down to her face, letting his thumb slide over her bottom lip. "Wrong thing to say," he said to her as he walked on his knees until he was straddling her chest. "Open your mouth."

Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as she anticipated what he was going to do. To her surprise she was equally nervous and turned on. The smile melted off her lips as she licked them, a blush blossoming across her cheeks and nose, then her lips parted.

Ulquiorra allowed his thumb to touch her tongue before he withdrew his hand from her face. "You're going to give me head and then I'm going to fuck your tits," he said, looking down at her with half-lidded eyes. "After that I may take you or I may finger you."

She said nothing, only her glassy eyes and labored breathing indicating her state of arousal. She watched his face as she opened her mouth wider.

He reached for his cock with his free hand and rubbed it against Orihime's top lip and then the plump bottom one. He did this several times before he put just the tip of the head in between them. "I bet you would love some of the other stuff I know how to do," Ulquiorra said to her as her mouth closed over him.

She was honestly a little freaked out by this, but she was adventurous enough to give it a go. She remembered the last time she had his dick in her mouth. This was a much different dynamic, but the same basic properties probably still applied. Careful not to let her teeth get in the way, and keeping her eyes glued to his, she lifted her head slightly to let him in deeper and used her tongue to lick at the underside of his head inside her mouth.

Ulquiorra kept his eyes glued to her face, watching her with those hungry green eyes. Slowly, he began to rock his hips, using shallow thrusts to get her used to the intrusion.

She was grateful that he was taking it easy on her; she wasn't sure how much more she would be able to handle, Already, when he would reach the depth of his thrust, her jaw would feel a twinge of pain and the head of his cock made contact with the roof of her mouth. It wasn't long until she was too focused on keeping her teeth off of him and breathing properly, so as not to choke on the saliva building up in her mouth that she was not doing as much to participate other than hang on.

There was no way he was going to come like this. After a few more thrusts, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He let her wrists go as he wiggled slightly back to just below her breasts. "You okay?" Ulquiorra asked. "I keep forgetting…"

She swallowed a few times and brought a hand to her jaw and rubbed where the dull ache had been, then put her hands down to his thighs and whispered, "I'm okay."

"Maybe you'll get used to doing that. Not sure," he said as he positioned his dick in between her tits. Ulquiorra made a mental note that if she liked this to buy some lube or something. Spit would not be ideal for this. He grabbed each breast and squished them together. "I'm not really a blowjob kind of guy."

"No?" she asked, looking down to watch what he was doing. It looked incredibly erotic to her. She glanced up at his face and then back down to what he was doing and asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Touch yourself," came the reply.

An awkward glance. "I've never…"

Oh. Things made a little more sense to Ulquiorra as he rolled his hips, causing his dick to slide in and out of the crevice he'd made. It was amazing that they ended up in bed at all. "Ah, um, then… You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and enjoy the show."

She could do that. She could definitely do that. She looked down at her tits and waited as he slid up them again. This was a nice view. Her eyes traveled up his body, watching his muscles tense and ripple as he thrusted. This was a fantastic view. It was making her feel like getting into it more. She slid her now freed hands up his legs and rested them on his buttocks, feeling as they tensed and relaxed. This was pretty fun, she thought, humming her appreciation.

Biting his lip, Ulquiorra swallowed and then tipped his head back. A groan slipped out as he continued to grind against her chest. Her tits were soft. They were warm. It was almost as good as between her legs but not as wet. He made the mistake of glancing at her face and how focused she was on what he was doing. A jolt of euphoria went down his spine.

He was really getting into it now, and his dick was getting closer to her chin with each thrust. She decided to try to be cute, and timed it for his next push to tilt her face up and give the tip of his glistening cock a brief kiss. She did and then looked up to his face, anticipating some kind of reaction.

Ulquiorra gasped and stopped all movement. He tilted his head and looked at her with a bewildered expression, like he couldn't believe she had done that. "You," he said. "You just-naughty girl."

She smiled shyly, "What? No good?"

"Uh, no. Very good. Keep that up and I might come right here."

"Just one more time?"

"Fuck Aizen's plan. Keep doing it," Ulquiorra said as he moved his hips again, shoving his cock further between her tits.

She smiled and kissed his cock again, chasing it with her tongue a bit. Then it occurred to her that if he finished here, it was likely she was going to go to bed very frustrated and horny. She grabbed his hips and looked at him.

"What?" He asked, stopping all movement again.

"This is fun and everything, but, um, I really don't want to go to sleep without you being inside of me…" she said in a small voice.

He gave her a smirk. "I see," Ulquiorra said as he climbed off of her. "Naked. Now."

She wasted no time, quickly stripping her jeans and underwear off and parted her legs a bit. "I'm ready," she said.

He didn't bother to say that he would be the judge of her readiness. Ulquiorra let his fingers explore between her legs and he was surprised to find she was wet. "I take it you liked what I was doing?" He asked as he pushed her legs up towards her chest.

"I did," she semi-grunted as her legs pressed into her chest. "But I think I'm going to like this more."

"If I knew you were going to like sex I would have taken you a lot sooner," he said. He brought one of her hands down to his cock. "Put it in."

With a firm but gentle grasp, she directed him toward her entrance, but made a brief detour, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit, collecting the wetness that had seeped into the folds there, then lined him up and used her hands on his hips to press him into her. She sighed contentedly as he sank inside of her and she held him in place with her legs as she pulled on his biceps, coaxing him to lie on top of her so she could kiss him.

"Hnnngh," was the noise that Ulquiorra made as he slipped inside of her. He meant to be selfish but he couldn't argue with her. He was the one that hastily cancelled their trip. All she had wanted was one night away from the rectory where they could be themselves and didn't have to be quiet. He did promise to make it up to her too. "You feel good."

"So do you," she whispered, aware of the need to keep it down for Zommari's sake.

He snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of her. He was going to be selfish, just in a different way. Ulquiorra was going to take what he wanted.

Orihime hissed at the aggressiveness of his entry. She was very quickly understanding, however, that this is what she was made for. She felt whole and powerful when he was moving inside of her like this. Despite the need for quiet, she found herself speaking to him softly as he moved, "Yes, fill me up, Ulquiorra. Make me yours,"

He pressed his face into her shoulder and he thrust in and out of her, making his legs work. He felt nothing but wetness and hot skin. He could smell how aroused she was and it was just driving him further. When would he learn that he couldn't tease himself before making love to her? "I'm yours," he breathed.

"Yes," she hissed. "Mine," pumping him into her with her legs and squeezing her inner muscles tighter with each pass. She clawed at his back as she felt the first sparks of an orgasm creep into her consciousness.

She was doing that thing again, clenching around his cock and then releasing. It felt like she was trying to milk every drop of pleasure she could from him. It was driving him to the point of no return. He could feel his muscles tightening as he slid in and out of her core. Ulquiorra was trying to hold back the inevitable. He wanted to draw this feeling of bliss out until he could not stand it anymore. The way she felt and the way her nails bit into his skin made it hard for him to hang onto that.

She could feel him starting to struggle and it only made her hotter. Her inner muscle movements were starting to become more and more involuntary as she edged closer and closer to the precipice of her own release. She didn't know the words where coming out of her mouth when she repeated some had heard him used in sharp whispers, "Yeah, fuck me. Make me come. Oh, I'm so close. Agh!" Her stomach muscles clenched and her head came up to hide in his neck as she whimpered and rode out her orgasm as he plunged in and out of her.

Hearing those words come out of her mouth sent him over the edge. He whimpered, trying to hold back the moan that was threatening to leave him as his cock pulsed inside of her. He could feel how she was clinging to him and that made his orgasm intensify. But soon, it was over and he lay against her breathing harshly.

After a moment of lying there together in a post-orgasmic pile of limbs and panting bodies, Orihime lifted his head up and kissed his cheeks and his mouth softly and told him, "You know, I have no basis for comparison, but I think it's safe for me to say that you are very, very good at that."

"Am I?" he asked after a moment passed. He rolled off of her and lay on his back. "I could be terrible and you'd never know."

"Well, I won't ever know, will I?" she asked, smiling and snuggling her face into his chest. "So if you are bad, just keep that to yourself and we should be golden."

He snorted. "Maybe we should do a survey," Ulquiorra said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Well I'm pretty confident that I'm right. I hope I live up to your past experience though, I mean, I don't know what I'm doing so I'm sure there is a lot of room for improvement, but I can only get better, right?" she asked hopefully.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Ulquiorra tried to imagine what it would be like if Orihime had the skills of someone who had been having sex for a while. Just the thought made him wish he could be hard again at that instant. He was basically tailoring all of her skills to him and he could just see what she'd be like in a year. "You're good now but there's always room for improvement."

"Heh," was the only response she had. She was starting to fade out of consciousness.

"I love you," he whispered to her. Ulquiorra pulled the blanket over both of them. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.