Warning: Mature Content

Chapter 29: Enchiladas

Wednesday showed up and Ulquiorra was in his apartment, making the Mexican dish he had promised Orihime. The recipe he got online was simple. It called for authentic ingredients, which he had to go a bit further for, but enchiladas were happening. He was putting the final layer of cheese on before he texted Orihime.

He texted her three times a day, usually when he was out having a cigarette. He wished her luck every day. She needed it. The woman hadn't really had a stress-free time the entire duration of them knowing each other.

When he was done with the dish, He put the cover on the foil pan before sliding the hot container in one of those potluck bags he had bought.

- Are you home? I'm driving today. I'd blow away with the wind gusts. LMK

She had been looking forward to this since he mentioned it on Monday. Despite the absolutely sinking feeling that she didn't nail her exam earlier that day, she was glad to hear from Ulquiorra, and the promise of seeing him and eating a decent meal buoyed her spirits.

- I am. I've missed you. I'm hungry, too ;) lol

He turned off the lights, grabbed the food, and left his apartment. Ulquiorra got into his car, and less than five minutes later, he was at Orihime's place. The town wasn't very busy for almost the middle of December. The cold temperatures must have been keeping people inside.

He got out and walked up to her door and buzzed.

She'd been sitting at her desk, watching the street. She was already out the door of her apartment by the time he knocked, and was down in the lobby a few moments later. "You made it!" she cheered, grinning at him. "I missed your face."

"Hello, Woman. Come; let's go up. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten yet. I wanted to have dinner with you." Ulquiorra smiled at her and waited for her to invite him inside.

"Well come up, then," she said, holding the door open. "I'll follow you."

He walked past her, giving her a kiss on the cheek before he got into the still-open elevator with the bag in his hands. "Well, how did today go?"

She swooned a bit and stood by the door for a moment after his kiss, then turned to follow him. "It was okay. I'm sure I passed just fine. I just didn't nail it, I think. Oh well. I can't be perfect, right?"

"You at least know the material right? It's not some class that requires you to make life or death decisions? I was always afraid to be a doctor or a fireman or a police officer because of that stuff. I have to think things through instead of making decisions on the spot," Ulquiorra said as the elevator door opened. "You're doing great."

She met up with him at her door and nodded as she opened it for him. "Thanks, I know. Tomorrow should be easy. I have to describe and defend my artwork before a jury. I'm pretty confident about it," she admitted.

Ulquiorra smiled. "Are you submitting any drawings of me?" he asked as he went by her again to enter her apartment. There was a clear spot on her stove, where he set the bag down. "I'm kidding; I'm not that shallow to think you'd do that.

She smirked. "Well, you wouldn't be far off," she said a bit sheepishly. "They aren't exactly you, but… Do you want to see?" she offered. "I have pictures on my laptop."

"If you'd like to show me." Ulquiorra started taking off his winter gear and laid his coat on a chair before he joined her where her laptop was sitting. "Did you really draw me?"

"A version of you. Well, three versions of you. I didn't spend all that time watching you just to sketch your eyes on a paper cup, you know," she said as she tapped on a key to wake the computer up and then entered her password. A few clicks later and a picture appeared on the screen. "There's the first one," she said, turning the monitor toward him.

The black and white drawing of him came up. Ulquiorra's eyes widened as he stared at it. "I look like a demon. You think I'm a demon? I do like the black marks on my face."

She chuckled. "I don't think you look like a demon. I think you look like a dark guardian or knight or something. I don't really know what it's supposed to be, to be honest, but it's the piece that inspired all these bats around here," she said, gesturing to the bat sketches littering the wall. "Ready for the next one?"

"I like it. It shows your imagination when describing an aspect of a person. How many do you have to submit?" he asked.

"Three figures, a still life and a landscape. This is the first figure, and there are two more and they are both of you; apparently you are my favored subject this semester," she said, slightly embarrassed.

When she showed him the next drawing, Ulquiorra was impressed. The way she used the colors melded nicely together. The way she had depicted herself was excellent. She was so beautiful. He turned and looked at her, taking her chin in almost the same position she had drawn them in. "Is that what you want? You want to undress me and kiss me?" he asked, his tone filled with desire.

"Mmmaybe," she drew out the word, her cheeks getting pinker.

Tilting his head, Ulquiorra leaned down until his mouth hovered above hers. "Maybe. Hmmm," he said before smirking and stepping back.

She closed her eyes, smiling widely and shaking her head. He was teasing her. "Okay, here's the last one of you. The others are not as interesting. Also, don't freak out about the tone of this piece," she warned. "It's not meant to be literal." She clicked the mouse then and showed the final drawing.

At first he was taken aback by the image, but she said not to take it literally. It showed such longing and despair; like he was trying to hold onto dear life and to her. It was disturbing, but Ulquiorra understood that this was her feelings coming through the art. "This makes me worry," he said looking at her.

She turned to face him. "What about?"

"I can feel the longing from the image of myself. It's like I want to chain myself to you or be connected in some way. I can feel the sadness from you. I'm probably reading it wrong but..." Ulquiorra looked at her drawing and then back at her.

She tilted her head to the side, a small smile on her face. She thought he was surely interpreting it wrong, but she wanted to know what he was thinking. "But what?"

"But you said not to take it literally. I'm trying not to let the emotion catch me off guard."

She smiled at him again. "What emotion is it conjuring in you?"

"Mostly fear and there is something to be lost."

Her eyes narrowed. "I missed the mark, then. It's supposed to represent mutual pining and desperate desire; not just of the body but of the heart, and finding solace in another. It's a bit much, but such is art," she said to explain away her rawest emotions displayed on the screen.

It was good work regardless. "It's excellent, Orihime. I like them all; you made yourself so beautiful," Ulquiorra said.

"They call it artistic license, Ulquiorra. Let me have this!" she teased.

"I would not take it from you. I'm only trying to build you up," he replied. "Do you have more to show me? You know I like looking at your masterpieces."

"Well, here's the landscape," she said, clicking the mouse again. She wasn't really interested in his opinion on that one, so she let him look for a minute and then clicked again. "And here's the still life."

He smiled at this one, awkwardness lacing his features. "Nice," he said, looking over the aloe plant. "You know what… That kind of looks like Cole."

"You named your aloe plant?"

"Cole is my child. I nurture him every day. I talk to him. I give him plant food. So yes, I named my aloe plant."

"Um, that's adorable," she said. "You talk to me everyday and feed me. You gonna give me a name, too?" she teased gently.

"Woman. That's what I call you," Ulquiorra said. "Speaking of food… Do you have plates and silverware?"

"Wow. Super personal," she said, standing and looking down at him where he was bent over, looking at the representation of Cole on the laptop. She put her fingertips on his head and let the nails sink into the swept-back surface carefully, giving his scalp a little scratch, as one would do to a pet, then put her hands on her hips. "And of course I have dishes; I'm not a savage."

A shaky breath went through him. Desire coursed through his body. The food could wait. Ulquiorra stood up and turned towards Orihime. His gaze was heated, his nostrils flaring slightly. Tonight may be the night that he laid it all out for her. "You've just found out a secret," he growled.

Her brows rose. She rather liked the look in his eyes, but she wasn't sure what it meant. "What's that?" she asked.

His pale hands came up and quickly ran through his growing locks of hair. "I like being scratched. There's something erotic about someone's fingernails running over my skin. There's an intimate quality to it." He took a step towards her and another until he was toe to toe with her. "You don't know how much I want you; how much I imagine you in my bed and on top of me or under me. There's nights I can't sleep because I keep dreaming of you."

He grabbed a hold of her hips, turned her around and started guiding her to her room.

Oh, well, this was a pleasant surprise. Almost immediately, Orihime felt blood flow and heat in her body. A pleasant buzzing sensation took hold of her mind as she yielded to his guidance. When her knees made contact with her bed, she leaned her back against his body and craned her neck back to look at his face. "What do you do in these dreams?" she whispered.

"Undress you. Touch you. Fuck you. Tease you. Make love to you. Make you scream my name. Make you whimper it," he answered. He put his hands under her shirt, and with confidence, started sliding the material up.

A shiver ran through Orihime's body and her breath came out of her all at once. When her shirt was off, she felt a bit breathless and vulnerable, but somehow the words found their own way out when she whispered, "I've whimpered it already."

"Not while I've been inside you, you haven't." Ulquiorra was taking in her body and how it looked without any barriers to stop him from gazing at it. His eyes slowly drifted up her body and when he locked eyes with Orihime, he grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his own head.

She watched the muscles of his shoulder come into view and felt a slickness growing between her legs. He looked so powerful and nimble. What would he do to her? She felt small and pliant beside him. She wanted to feel her body melt into his hard surface. She leaned back into him again, sighing at the heat of his skin against hers, and reached behind her, putting her hands on the sides of his hips.

He turned her around and pulled her closer to him. She was so soft. She was so warm. Orihime was… luscious. She was an indulgence for him at the moment. Ulquiorra's hands wandered up her back and he unhooked her bra. He'd been wanting to see her naked chest ever since she had opened his bathroom door with just a towel covering her skin months ago. He had felt them several times. "Are you comfortable?" he asked.

"Yes." She pressed even closer still. A feeling started creeping up her spine into her consciousness alongside the arousal that was center stage. A soft vulnerability and longing was taking seat beside it. "Ulquiorra, I…" she didn't know what she wanted to say, exactly.

Taking a step back, he pulled the straps of her bra from her shoulders watching how her flesh came into view. "I want a blind taste test, Orihime," he said, looking at her face and into her eyes

She saw the hunger in his gaze and mentally melted into a puddle. She gasped softly, then replied, "Close your eyes, then."

His lips came down on hers before they moved to her jaw and slid down her neck. All he had to do was turn himself and grab Orihime by the waist, sitting down on the bed and perching her on one of his knees. Then he resumed his attack on her neck, letting his teeth scrape down the column of her throat. His hands came up to fondle her tits, fingers splayed out, cupping them. When he finally pulled back, he looked at her with a smoldering gaze.

Orihime's breaths were coming quickly. It was almost shocking how responsive she was to him. Her expression was slightly glazed over and she blinked slowly, her own hands splaying over his hard chest.

"I'm not going to stop you," he murmured to her before kissing her mouth, his tongue teasing the seam. "Touch all you'd like."

She used her toes to rise up and meet him, her arms snaking around his neck and her breasts molding into his muscles as she opened her mouth to him and whimpered a soft breath into her kiss.

He growled, wanting something more. Ulquiorra looked at her as he broke the kiss and finally looked at her naked chest. Oh. God. She had no tan lines. She was blemish free. Her nipples were pale pink. He lifted one with his hand as he dipped his head down; tongue swiping over the peak of skin. His teeth also grazed it.

She cried out softly at the contact and arched her spine, offering herself up to him. Her skin rose under his lips and ached with need. She didn't mean to drag her fingernails down the back of his neck, leaving a markless line from his hairline down to his shoulders, where the tips dug in.

He growled again, mouth latching onto her nipple. His other hand was busy pinching and teasing and feeling her other tit. He had to wonder if she was doing this on purpose. Was she trying to turn him on so much that he would give in and fuck her? His mouth pulled off her body and he gave her an intense gaze. "Stand. Take off the pants, leave your panties on."

Her skin vibrated with need, but her mind held some reservations. Still, at his command, she stood and peeled her jeans away from her hips, letting them pool at her feet. Her cheeks darkened as she stood before him, and arm crossing in modesty over her stomach, her eyes slightly downcast. She stepped out of the jeans and kicked them to the side a bit and waited.

He started at her feet and his eyes moved up, lingering on her thighs and hips for only a moment before he held out his hand to her, pulling her back into his lap. The other hand went between their bodies and between her legs, stroking the material of her underwear with a lazy pace. Ulquiorra had to exercise some caution. He had to consider the consequences of his actions. "How is this?" he asked, his mouth close to her ear.

She froze; her breath coming in short pants. She knew she was wet. He had to be feeling it. She cringed as her hips followed his fingers on their own accord. Her body was so willing and her mind felt weak. "It feels good," she whispered, burying her hot face in his neck and breathing on his skin.

"You do feel good," he replied. Applying a bit more pressure, Ulquiorra could feel the dampness against his hand. The material was wet. A groan left his mouth as his fingers ran along her slit. "Fuck, I think I could come from just doing this to you," he whispered.

Oh god, the thought of him being that aroused by her switched something on in her. She took a deep breath through her nose, smelling his hot, soft, organic smell, laced with traces of the soap she had borrowed in his shower, tobacco smoke, and coffee. She loved these smells. She wanted to taste them. She opened her mouth and lapped a slow line along the tendon that spanned the distance between the hollow of his throat to his pulse point, which she kissed and suckled on gently. She kissed her way up to his earlobe, mouthing his stretched piercings with her lips, and then traced the outer shell with the tip of her tongue before whispering, "You taste good," into his ear.

"Hnnngh," he whined. "I'm going to get you off. I want our first time to be special. Not just hormones running high. I could fuck you right now." Ulquiorra was just babbling. He was painfully hard and felt like he was out of control. He wasn't thinking as his fingers moved the fabric to the side and his skin felt bare flesh. His brain went blank of any thought and a small noise emitted from his throat, sounding choked. He had never choked when being with a woman before. For a second, his fingers were still before he realized what he needed to be doing. He resumed caressing her.

Her legs tensed at the contact, and again she clung to his neck. She knew it wouldn't take long for her to fall apart. The skin of her thigh made contact with the seam of his fly and she felt his hardness underneath. It wasn't fair. She wanted to touch him, too. She wanted to give him relief. "Okay," she whimpered in a tight voice, "But only if I can help you when it's done."

"Orihime," he breathed. "If I take my pants off, I'm going to bury myself in you. I have very little self-control when it comes to you. Just… move against me." Ulquiorra took a deep breath as her hips moved the first time. His thumb switched places with his fingers, applying pressure to her clit. When she moved again, he started moving his thumb in slow circles.

She held on for dear life, grinding against his bulge and fighting off the orgasm that was so ready to blow. She picked her face up off his neck and latched onto his mouth, panting hard through her nose in muted whines and running her tongue along his.

He gripped one of her thighs with his free hand as she rocked against him. All his brain was thinking was fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That's the only thing he could think. As her pace picked up, so did his, thumb moving faster against the top of that bundle of nerves. He felt his body tensing. He was getting ready to come. It was too soon! He wanted to tease her more. He wanted to have her dripping against his hand.

Her lungs were burning. She broke their kiss with a loud gasp and then pressed her forehead against his, her hands on his cheeks, jaws and neck; the tips of their noses touching. Her whines came out a bit louder and closer together as she started to lose control. "Ul— Ull— Ulquiorra, I'm— I'm— I'm gonna—" she bit her lip and winced as a high pitched whimper squeaked its way out of her throat. "Please, Ulquiorra," she cried out when she released her lip, her entire body trembling as she began to fall apart, rocking desperately against him.

Fuck. Oh god. Jesus. He huffed as he tried to hold on. Already his dick was twitching and pulses ran through the length. He could hold on. He could-A loud and obscene moan echoed in his own ears as his hips jerked against her, burying his face in her neck. He still kept up the movements of his hand but they were less coordinated. "Fuck," he growled.

She felt him arc and break and gave up her fight, letting the rush of electric sting overtake her. Her throat constricted and she squealed quietly, huffing his name over and over as she rode out her climax, finally crumpling in his lap and letting out a long, tortured whine.

"Ulquiorra," she said in a soft, sweet, breathy timbre after a few moments of silence passed. She sounded awfully innocent after what had just happened.

"Woman?" he breathed. It took him a moment to bring his hand away from her and fix her underwear back to the previous position. "Are you okay?"

She huffed a small laugh. "Ruined is more like it." She pulled her head back to see his face. He looked gorgeous; all swollen-lipped and covered in the dew of exertion. An intimate smile blossomed on her face as his eyes met hers. "Are you okay?" She asked, her head tilting slightly.

"Absolutely fine. Just… Wow. I've never really done anything like that and-" he took a deep breath before he kissed her. "You've bewitched me, Orihime."

Her cheeks appled and eyes squinted as her smile broadened. "What do you mean by that?" she asked before pecking the tip of his nose with her lips.

Ulquiorra's face colored slightly. "I'm smitten with you," he replied.

She nodded. "Same," she murmured before dipping her lips to his and kissing him gently, lingering there with their hot, sensitized lips pressed together lightly, and stealing a bit of his breath before pulling back.

He smiled at her and then lifted her off his lap to sit beside him. "I'm going to use the bathroom and I'll be right back so we can eat, if you want."

She nodded. "Let me know if you need anything. A plastic bag, perhaps?"

Ulquiorra gave her a nod as he stood. He walked into the bathroom. He was surprised; he had expected a worse mess than what he had made. Still, he couldn't walk around with messy boxers. He took off his boots and then slid the jeans down his legs before peeling off the boxers. The smell of his arousal hit him. It was crazy that he lost control like that. Orihime had caused him to throw logic to the wind.

It was something he wanted to do. It was not something he had planned to do.

Still, he would do it all over again and again. He had gotten a taste of her. Ulquiorra wanted more. After he redressed, he used her shower to rinse his underwear out. He rung them out and hung them up to drip dry. They would stay there until he left.

He emerged several minutes later. "That was unexpected," he commented as he saw Orihime.

She stood in the middle of the room, tying a robe onto her body. She turned to face him and asked, "Was it? I guess the timing was, wasn't it?"

He shook his head. "No, it's not that. You need to focus on finals. I'm being a distraction and I will continue to be a distraction." Ulquiorra walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist. "It'll be more intense the moment you are done with the semester."

A soft nod and hummed agreement. She was starting to retreat into her mind a bit. Questions were popping up. She decided to ask the easiest one. "Are you ready to eat?"

He nodded, but something seemed off. "Are you sure you want me here?"

"Yes. Sorry, sometimes I get a little quiet and contemplative after… After. It doesn't mean anything is wrong," she answered, leaning into him.

Ah. He could understand that line of thinking; the same thing happened to him. "I want to be here with you," he said, hugging her. "Why don't you get plates and forks, and I will dish it up?"

So she did. She even set up placemats on her coffee table; she didn't have a dining table. "Sorry for the humble digs," she said as he brought the food over. "It's not a luxurious lifestyle, but it suits me fine."

"Your humble digs are fine. I'm the one who is extra and over the top," Ulquiorra said with a small smile as he set the plates down on the table. He looked around for his shirt. "I should get redressed, but sitting here with just my jeans and socks on seems… Did you want to say anything about-you know? I mean was it good? Too much? Did I overstep any boundaries?"

She shook her head. "I guess I…" She blushed really hard and wore an awkward smile. "It was really good, but I hope you are not judging me right now. I kind of feel like I've been thrown into the deep end."

He shook his head, too. "No, I only judge people for what they order in my shop. Since you are neither a minter nor a pumpkin spice bitch, I won't judge you. I judge Grimmjow because he's a salted caramel bitch," Ulquiorra said to her. "Orihime, before we have sex… I know that you've slept with Grimmjow and didn't use protection. It's kind of his calling card. He's fucked numerous women that way. You should be tested, unless you've already had it done. I'm only suggesting this for your own safety."

The color drained from Orihime's face. Of course. Of course she hadn't meant anything special to her ex… She was just one in a line of women that Grimmjow led on and fucked raw. She had been an idiot with him. "Oh," she swallowed. "Well, actually, when I went away, I was tested twice. Everything came back clear," she informed him.

"I recently got tested after Rangiku. I'm clean," he said, giving her a meaningful look. "If we are going to do this, I want us to be truthful with each other. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "What do you want to know?"

"How many people have you had intercourse with?"

"Two," she answered immediately.

Ulquiorra swallowed. Anger flashed through him. Grimmjow was an absolute asshole, then. He had used Orihime. "I've had about eight partners. None of them were really long term," he said as he stared at the table. "No, I did not sleep with Luppi."

Orihime nodded. "It would not have changed anything if you had, I think. My relationship with Grimmjow was the longest. My first relationship was only almost four months long"

He gave a tight smile. "About the same. Sung-Sun was almost four months and then I found out Grimmjow had been sleeping with her for the last month of it. It's safe to assume you're not into any weird kinks or fetishes?"

"No… I don't really know about that kind of thing. Do you?"

"Yes." Ulquiorra looked uncomfortable. "Nothing extreme. Just blindfolding my lover, teasing them until they can't take it. That kind of thing."

Orihime's brows flashed but otherwise dampened her reaction. "Oh. Um…" She considered her next question.

He stared at her. "Are there things you don't like?"

"I don't like pain. You?"

Ulquiorra shook his head. "Nothing really bothers me," he replied and gave her another smile.

The sight of it made her brain lag. Here was this obscenely hot, shirtless guy in her apartment, and she was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand, which at this point was eating dinner. She stuck her fork into the dish he set in front of her and took a bite. Her eyes closed and she moaned, her inflection rising into a quiet squeal as she chewed. After she swallowed, her eyes opened and she looked at him with a dreamy grin.

Just a hint of his teeth showed as he watched her. The moan made him shift in his seat. He licked his lips before he cut a bite of the enchilada. "Is it good?" he asked.

"So good. I would buy your services full time, if I could afford you," she said before taking another bite. "What is that in there, scallions?"

"Yeah and lots of garlic, chicken, poblanos..." Ulquiorra replied before he took a bite. It was really good. He chewed slowly. The cheese just made the entire thing. "If I have my way, you won't need to buy my services."

"No?" she asked, smiling at him as she chewed.

Ulquiorra sighed and took another bite. He thought about his words carefully. "I hoped it was obvious that I am taking steps to show you that I am a better partner than Grimmjow was," he finally said.

Her smile gentled slightly, congruent with the serious nature of his sentiment. She swallowed and looked him in the eyes for a moment, willing the swelling emotions in her throat to calm somewhat. Finally she nodded. "It's working."

That gave him some hope. She wasn't all oblivious to him. "So, any other questions?"

"In time," she answered. She wanted to keep eating but she was feeling too much. She got up and walked behind where he sat in the side chair, putting her hands on his shoulders and sliding them down his bare chest, dropping her head to kiss his cheek. "Oh! I have one. What do you want for Christmas?"

In time? He raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he pressed the side of his face against hers. "I need nothing. I want nothing-well… I want to spend time with you. That's it," he said quietly. "What about you? What would you like for Christmas?"

"Same." She squeezed him. "And maybe a mixtape."

A/N: Thanks for reading! That was unexpected, huh?