Chapter 2: We Keep Playing Ourselves
By the time they made it back to the hotel room, Ulquiorra wanted to push Orihime against something. She looked entirely too cute in her sundress. All he could think about was pushing it up and down. He had to calm himself down, though. They probably were not ready for anything like that. It didn't mean he couldn't contemplate it.
He stripped off his jacket and shoes then flopped down on the bed with his phone in his hand. All the "work" he had done today along with the walking made him tired. "I've got another two shows tomorrow," he groaned.
"No rest for the weary, huh?" she said, going into the bathroom. She came out a couple minutes later and asked, "I don't suppose there is any way I can come watch one, is there? You're probably just doing big venues and bars."
Lifting his head, he looked at her. "Tomorrow there's a coffee shop performance at two… Houndstooth Coffee. It says acoustic session. The one later that night is at a gay bar. Who the hell booked these shows?"
Orihime giggled and sat down at the foot of the bed. "I don't know, but gays like dark mysterious guys too," she retorted. "Anyway, you're definitely done for tonight, right? Because if so, I am going to change. I don't enjoy waking up in dirty clothes."
"I've got nothing to do until two in the afternoon," he said. "Go ahead and change. I'm going to get comfortable too."
The woman smiled at him and crouched down into her bag and then went back into the bathroom. It took her longer this time, and she came out about eight minutes later with a clean face, brushed teeth, and pajamas on. They were not exactly Bad Habit worthy. They were more "Nice Habit", pretty and short, but not seduction wear.
He had stripped down to just his boxers, but his eyes zeroed in on her as soon as she entered the space where the bed was. Ulquiorra had been fighting with himself the entire time Orihime had been in the other room. He'd gone three months without having sex. He could hold off longer. "That's a good habit," he said from where he sat.
She grinned at him. "I like to think so," she said. "Do you want to watch TV or talk or sleep?"
Thoughts rolled through his head and he swayed from side to side for a second, trying to decide. "Dunno," he replied, standing. "I'm gonna brush my teeth and all that, so you try to decide what you want to do." He disappeared into the bathroom.
"Okay," she chirped, practically bellyflopping onto the bed, her feet near the head of it so she could face the television. She started flipping through channels, landing on one broadcasting an anime she liked, and then rested her chin on her arms as her legs bent up into the air behind her, crossed at the ankles.
It didn't take Ulquiorra long to wash his face and brush his hair and teeth. He came back out and watched Orihime for a second while she was preoccupied. "Did you find something?" he asked.
She turned her head so she was facing him before answering, "Yeah, but I've seen this already if you'd prefer something else."
"No, you're fine," he replied, climbing onto the bed beside her. Ulquiorra had his back against the headboard, though. The colorful images on the screen were confusing. He had no idea what the hell she had on the TV. "What is this?"
"It's One Piece. It's a show about pirates with ridiculous powers. We're in the part where they've just introduced my second husband after Cloud Strife, Trafalgar Law. Look," she said, pointing to the character on the screen. "Dreamy."
Ulquiorra snorted with a laugh. "The guy from the anime poster in your dorm room? Okay. You know… I kind of miss college. It was a lot more structured and fit my OCDs better than all of this," he said with a wave of his hand.
"Yeah, I figured. You'll probably be one of those rockstars who ends up living a very normal life when you're not in a studio or on tour. And yes, this is the guy from the poster - was the guy from the poster. He got taken out with the trash when I moved. But what's not to love? He's a warlord of the sea and a surgeon. Dr. Pirate Lord. I mean… you don't get much better than that. Maybe Dr. Pirate Rockstar. We'll see."
An eyebrow was raised. She threw her poster away? Why? What was the point of doing that? "You know… I could make a joke about booty here," Ulquiorra stated. "I won't because I'm mature but… just saying."
"You can make butt jokes all you like. I like butts," she said, as if she were saying that she liked pie.
"You have a nice butt, Miss Vega. So you said talk, anything in particular you wanted to discuss?"
Orihime shook her head at the butt comment. "Um, I guess, you've been pretty busy since we got here and last night was kind of like a write off, so I kind of wanted to talk about us a little. I don't have any particular talking point or goal in mind, but I don't want to waste this time we have together in person, either. For starters, like, how do you feel now? I know both of us were really hurting and missing each other, but now that it's been over twenty-four hours, how are things different or the same for you?"
"Last night was…" he paused to think of a word that could describe last night. "It was intense. I don't think I've ever felt the range of emotions that I did and cried so much, but you're right, it should be a write off." Ulquiorra bit his lip, thinking. "How do I feel now? I'm not sure what or how you mean. Like my overall mood; about you; about us?"
"All of the above. And I don't want you to think I think last night wasn't important or meaningful. I do. A lot. But that was just raw emotion, not much thinking going on. We needed it. I needed it, at least, but yeah. Anyway, like, I feel happier. I'm definitely happier. I am still feeling cautious, but happier."
He took a deep breath, "I'm happy, annoyed, bitchy, elated, horny, subdued, happy and hopeful but also, there's a part of me that says to back the hell up and examine what I'm doing."
Orihime nodded. "There is a lot on the line. I don't want to fuck things up again. Like, if I was just going to follow my impulses, I would say, "forget everything, I'm coming back with you and I'll just be your pet Vega for real," but it would not be a healthy situation. I need to learn how to not just use creature comfort and sex as a crutch to feel happy. I need to learn how to be content just doing my own thing sometimes. It's hard. I always feel like I'm starving for affection because I never had much of it growing up, but… I dunno. Maybe it's making things confusing."
"If we were following impulses I would have been inside of you last night." Ulquiorra sighed, feeling embarrassed by what he just admitted. "I think that's the last thing we need right now. Sex isn't going to fix anything. It's just going to make things more tangled. I don't know how..."
She was glad he was on the same page as her, both in the mature way and the irresponsible impulses. She smiled at him, a big warm one, and rolled onto her side. "You don't know how to what?"
He started feeling his face get warm. "Like, when I'm not around you, I don't think about it. I talk to you, or face to face with you and... Getting hard in public isn't a fun thing."
"Well, I can't really speak from cock-wielding experience, but, I mean, I get turned on by you, too. And that didn't always happen though, right?"
"I was around you all the time. I was always horny. It comes and goes now. I've changed a lot since September."
Orihime's smile dropped a bit. It made her sad that the innocent happiness they had experienced when they first came together was gone. She had to remind herself that that same feeling led them to the incident in Tier's basement. It wasn't easy though; those first several weeks spent in their dorm rooms getting lost in one another had been magical. She laid her cheek on her arm and wrestled with a melancholy feeling. "I haven't, I guess. I don't know. I mean, I'm less innocent now, for sure, but the allure of just falling back into a cocoon of snuggles and sex and delivery food has not lost much of its power. How have you changed, do you think?"
Thinking back, Ulquiorra had to remember how he was around her in September and October. He thought back to the time when he went to Ohio in November. The Ulquiorra in December had offered to take them to a hotel room to fuck. "More patience for you. Less tolerance for bullshit. You don't think I've changed?"
"Oh no, you have probably changed a lot. I just don't know what you're thinking, so I didn't want to guess. All I know is what I can observe. You do seem to have more personal strength now. You seem to be more judicious. You also seem more closed off, and you were not exactly open before," she twisted her lips to the side for a second. "Like I said, it's just what I can see."
He shook his head. "I'm an open book to you. I might seem that way because I'm also cautious," Ulquiorra said. "Ask and you shall get an answer."
She had to think. "What do you think about me going back to Columbus and potentially performing with Grimmjow and Ivanhoe again?" She said Ichigo's nickname with emphasis for comedic effect. She was still trying to shake of the melancholia.
"I can't stop you. I know you're in between things. I'm sure Grimmjow's gigs make money. You sound nice with him too." Ulquiorra shook his head. "I know why you don't want to come out and live with me. Nothing says that we have to sleep in the same room. We can be roommates. There's plenty of opportunities out there."
"I'm not opposed to moving to California. I mean, honestly, I like making music with Grimmjow because he is good at it, but the guy is a total asshole. But I know myself, Ulquiorra. If I try to live under the same roof as you, I'll get sad one night and come to you with innocent intentions and then… I don't know if you noticed, because you thought you were clingy, but I'm pretty bad. I am so desperate to feel loved sometimes that I would rather burn the house down than feel alone. It's not right, but it's the truth."
His heart was breaking all over again and Ulquiorra motioned for her to come closer to him. When she did he pulled her into his lap, holding her. "I was clingy. I wanted you all to myself. I've never stopped feeling like I do for you, Vega. I might have pushed it to the side, but I never stopped loving you."
Orihime couldn't really speak at the moment, the lump in her throat was too big. Instead, she just nodded and settled her head next to his chin, trying not to fall to pieces again like the night before. After a couple of minutes, she swallowed that lump and said, "I wanted you all to myself, too. I felt like it was a personal failure that I couldn't keep you, like I was defective. I don't know what I could have done differently, though. I should probably just let it go, but I feel like there is a lesson I'm missing in all of it."
There was silence between them as he held her. Ulquiorra thought about all the things that had happened over the months. "We should have taken it slow. I should have stuck to my seven movie, seven week plan. We could have gotten to know each other better. We could have planned for things. We could have established ourselves as a couple. That was my fault."
"I was a willing participant," she countered. "Oh well, besides pointing out where we went wrong, we need to talk about what we want going forward, at least for the short term, and, honestly, especially for me. I mean, your life is kind of on track for you right now, you just have to ride it out. Everything for me is up in the air. I know you don't like my Uncle Kisuke, but besides my aunt, he's the only person who has shown an interest in me my whole life. He never failed to send a birthday card or a Christmas gift. I want to hear what he has to say on Wednesday. If I can get out to California on my own and have a place where we can be close to each other but not on top of each other, I think it's a nice compromise. What do you think?"
It was kind of hard to be on top of each other with four-thousand square feet of space, but what could he do but agree? Ulquiorra nodded. "You're right. I'd much rather have you in California than Ohio, so that's a start,I guess." He swallowed and closed his eyes. He did not think his actions through. She was warm and soft; Ulquiorra liked the closeness with Orihime, but he had just said that they needed to take things slow. "What else are you thinking?"
"Honestly?"
"Well, yeah."
She lifted her face up and cupped his cheek. "I'm thinking that I love this fucking face," she said and pecked his lips before putting her arms around his neck and bear-hugging him. So much for putting off creature comfort. But, on the other hand, they were sharing a bed. They had fucked probably a hundred times already. A little closeness under these circumstances wasn't breaking any new ground.
His hands found their way under the top she was wearing, trailing along her back while they hugged. "I could just leave," Ulquiorra said. "I could come back to Ohio. We could find an apartment. I can get a job. We could be happy without all of this."
She smiled. "We could. I have no doubt we could, until the listlessness set in again, and the dream of this life came back, and then you'd blame us for stealing this chance from you." She squeezed him tighter. "Or, we could be happy with all this. There's no reason you shouldn't try to have it all, Ulquiorra. You deserve this chance."
"With all of this, I can't have you right now. I was happy with a normal life before."
"Were you though? Or are you romanticizing it now that it's over? You compromised a lot to get here, including us, because this was your dream. Don't forget that."
He gave a nod, knowing she was probably right. This was his dream, but it had included Orihime and he'd forgotten that. He had let other people lead him around by a leash to get here. Ulquiorra moved the redhead so that she was sitting on his thighs and not directly on his lap. The pressure she put there was going to cause trouble. "Being with you is my goal; it's part of my dream."
She narrowed her eyes and smiled at him. "Are you saying I am the endgame?" She laughed a bit. Surely not. Guys his age didn't think about stuff like that, did they?
"Maybe? You're one of the steps of it. If I have you close to me, I'd strive to be a better man. I've already shown myself that when Nemu tried her bullshit today."
"Oh? What did she do this time?" Orihime asked, trying to temper her amusement. She did not have a very high opinion of the stylist, so the fact that Ulquiorra was pissed at her made the redhead smile.
He twisted his mouth to the side. "Nemu was going on about how I didn't need to pay for a hooker. Which… like I said before, it was none of her business. I didn't want her in the room if you came out. Not that I'm ashamed, I just… It's no one's business who I am with. Anyway, she brought up the fact that I made out with her in the airport back in December. That was before I knew she was ancient."
Orihime curled her lip. "Don't remind me. Is that the only thing that bothers you about her? Because I am going to be honest; she gives me the creeps."
"No, I know I'm not interested in her, but she's wormed her way into my life. We would cuddle. She would mother hen me. She would-I think she was trying to take your place even though Nemu and I had established that we had no interest in each other," Ulquiorra stated.
"Ding ding ding ding ding! We have a winner," Orihime mimicked a game show host. "Although she's more like a more patient Nel 2.0. You still wear blinders though, don't you?"
Ulquiorra gave Orihime an unimpressed stare. "I do not. I don't accept a lot of bullshit from Nemu. I won't. I told her today that I'm an asshole and practically used her as a bandaid… Not that I said it like that but the intent was there."
"That's good. Hopefully she listens. Still, I think I told you before but I think it's really weird how much she has inserted herself into your life. It was completely unprofessional from almost the start. And with the age difference it's just….". Orihime shuddered and got off Ulquiorra's legs. It couldn't be comfortable for him how she sat. She set her butt beside him though and bent her legs over his. "Anyway it would be good if she got over it."
Putting his hand on her leg, Ulquiorra moved it up and down her skin. It was mostly just a comfort thing. "Don't remind me about the age difference. It's creepy. It's gross. But she doesn't look that old. She does have some wicked ass scars on her shoulders and back. That should have clued me into the fact that she was more than twenty years old."
"I guess guys don't pay much attention but it was clear to me that she was much older. I mean she probably uses fillers and Botox and stuff and it gives her a more youthful appearance but if you know what you're looking at you can tell it's fake. She probably used to be more expressive. But her neck and hands give her away."
"Okay, explain how you look like you're like fifteen?"
"Good genes. Lots of water. Sleep. Pizza."
Ulquiorra laughed. "Speaking of sleep, you want to lay down and we can talk more? I'm pretty tired from today. There was a lot of socialization and walking."
"Sure. We don't have to talk more if you don't feel up to it. We have the morning,". She said, moving her legs back to her side and crawling under the blanket.
He followed, and invaded her space, letting his body mold around hers. "We can talk more, but more emotional stuff tomorrow. Not right now. Right now I just want to-" his free hand slid down her side and down her leg. "Feel you."
She giggled as he passed a ticklish spot, then hummed. "Have at it, but no tickling or I'm not going to fall asleep."
"Okay but what about..." His voice trailed off as he kissed her neck several times. "Can I do that too?"
Her eyes dropped as he did that and a soft whine escaped her. "Yeah," she whispered.
He should back up. He should give her some space. He didn't want to. He wanted to be close by Orihime and cling to her. "I should stop. I'm going to end up going too far if I keep this up," he murmured against her neck.
"Mmhmm. And I think we established that when it comes to this I have no more self control than you do. So…" She wracked her brain for a topic that might distract them. "What did you think of our set tonight? Not the me and Shu thing, just in general?"
As soon as she said the shortened form of Hisagi's name, his libido checked itself. Ulquiorra propped his head up with the palm of his hand and looked at her. "From a music standpoint? You could tell that you guys didn't really practice. The sound was nice but there was something off about the whole thing. I'm not sure what. It could have been the tension between you and Hisagi. It could have been because the others were hung over."
Orihime sighed. "All of the above. I mean, don't get me wrong, Shu's voice is like… It's a gift. But he doesn't take music that seriously. Neither does Kira."
"Are they in it for the women? The money? The partying?"
"Kira is in it for chicks. I think Shu flirts with the idea of taking it seriously but he doesn't believe in himself. He's kinda trapped in his past. I felt sorry for him and tried to encourage him, but there's only so much I could do. Then his whole little crush on me got in the way anyway."
Ulquiorra sighed. "I don't think Hisagi would go for it, but maybe he and I could do a song, or all three of us. People who are in this business just for the aesthetic are assholes."
"You sound like Kisuke now," she chuckled and shimmied her shoulders so that they pressed closer to his chest. "Anyway, I wonder if he would go for it. I mean he's clearly over me, so that's not an issue, but I think he's still pissed about you punching him."
"I'm not going to apologize for that. He deserved it for what he said," Ulquiorra replied. "I would be willing to lift him up a bit by using my name."
"You're sweet, you know that?" she said, taking his hand and pulling it up to her lips. After kissing his knuckles, she asked, "What did he say that was so bad?"
"How could I leave such a sweet piece of ass behind. If he could have had you a couple more weeks you'd be begging for him. How you could do anything you wanted and how my dad kicked you out."
Orihime nodded and said nothing. Shuhei was not entirely wrong. Jon had kicked her out. She did get left behind. But, he would have needed a lot more than a couple of weeks to get her interested in him enough to seriously consider dating him, much less "begging for it". A lot more.
Ulquiorra nuzzled her ear, kissing the spot under it. "I wanted to kick his ass. I really wanted to just beat the hell out of Hisagi."
Orihime chuckled. "You big scary man." She turned to face him and pecked his lips. "Thanks for defending my honor."
"You're not mad that I hit him?" he asked before kissing her again. Ulquiorra's hand glided up her torso until it rested just under her breasts.
"No, I'm not mad. It was between you two. I don't like violence, but it's not like you hammered him to death. I think it was a reasonable smackdown."
He sighed in relief. She wasn't mad at him. She was kind of cool with him punching her singing buddy. Again he sighed, another thought weighing on his mind. "Orihime," he said.
"What is it?"
"The time in Ohio… in December..." Ulquiorra had to gather the courage to address this. He knew he said no more emotional stuff, but it had been bothering him for months. "I'm sorry about that night."
Orihime nodded again. "I honestly thought I'd never hear from you again," she murmured.
"Why?"
"I couldn't put what had happened aside, and when I tried to talk to you about it you became angry. When I tried to show you why I couldn't put it aside by replaying the video, you said I wouldn't hear from you again. You destroyed your room and then flew back to LA and made out with Nemu at the airport. It made me wonder why you bothered to come back; it was clear to me at the time that you were not interested in working things out with me and had moved on."
He shifted his gaze away from her and chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. "I never moved on from you. In fact, when I got the notification that you uploaded a new video and I saw that it was you singing with Hisagi… Nemu was there and she saw me break things that belong to my mom. I broke a really expensive vase. I went nuts because you two seemed to have this… this spark between you, and I was like, well, they must be together now."
"I understand. You seemed to be really glad to see Nemu at the airport. That vlogger thought so. I thought so. I thought you had been lying to me about her all along," she said and sighed. "I'll admit, I liked Shu before things got weird between us. I admired his voice, and he was very sweet to me and made me feel like less of a loser. But it was never something I wanted to pursue. I feel kind of guilty about that. I knew he was interested, but I ignored it because I needed him. For my mental health first, and then for a place to crash. That was really selfish." She shook her head at herself.
It sounded like they both had been selfish. She had used Hisagi to try and get better while he had led around Nemu. He sat up and then straddled Orihime, his knees on either side of her body. "I wasn't glad to see Nemu. I used her just like you used Shuhei. We needed them at the moment. You are not a loser, Orihime. You're my star; my person; my woman."
Orihime looked up at Ulquiorra in awe, and after a second her bottom lip started to wobble. "I am?" she finally asked after swallowing hard several times and wiping a tear off her left cheek.
He gave a nod before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and stripping it off of his torso. Ulquiorra leaned down, kissing her before he grabbed her hands and placed them on his chest. "You have my heart," he told her.
Orihime sat up and wrapped her arms around his body, kissing the place where her hands had been, then pressing her face against it.
He wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to her being clingy. Ulquiorra liked it. He could get used to it. He had to take several deep breaths to keep his cool. "We're going to get through this."
She turned her face up to his, her cheeks somewhat flushed from emotion, eyes still wet, and whispered, "Kiss me."
There was no hesitation. He did as she asked, threading his hands into her hair. Ulquiorra's mouth moved against Orihime's, pressing against her. This was probably a bad idea, but he needed this. She seemed to need it too.
Orihime returned the kiss without restraint, whimpering as emotion overtook her again, clutching at Ulquiorra's back. She was the one who broke it first though, only to declare her love to him, uttering the three-word phrase over and over, punctuating it with another desperate kiss each time. Any pretense she had held onto of being cool and rational had flown out the window. It wasn't until the muscles in her belly started to tremble with fatigue from her awkwardly seated position that she stopped, flopping back onto her pillow.
He stayed sitting up. Ulquiorra didn't know that this was going to be so difficult. All he wanted to do was keep kissing her and touching Orihime, but nothing good would come of it. After several seconds passed by he climbed off Orihime and laid on his stomach next to her. He was trying to will his erection away. "I love you," he said, looking at her.
"I'm terrible at this," she admitted, biting her lip.
"Terrible at what?" he asked. To be honest, he could be terrible at the same thing.
"Self control, Being mature. Being in love and not letting it consume me. I just want to lose myself in you and never come back out."
Yeah, they were terrible at the same thing. "You think I'm not? Woman, hnnngh. Do you know how many times I have wanted to have my way with you since I saw you yesterday?"
"How many?" She smiled. She wanted to be flattered.
"Every fucking second. We've been around each other for under twenty-four hours so like… at least eighty-thousand times," he replied.
She laughed, breaking the tension. Maybe they weren't quite as bad at this as they thought. "You have been quite disciplined then, under the circumstances," she giggled as she spoke.
It was then that Ulquiorra rolled onto his side and pressed his body against hers. That didn't help matters for him. "Am I though? I'm about to say fuck it and take a cold shower."
She was debating with herself. It was very hard to remember at this moment why they were trying to refrain. "Why are we doing this again?" She asked with a pleading edge, rubbing her thighs together and inadvertently rubbing against him.
"We are trying to refrain from rushing into things again and making the same mistakes and getting so lost in each other that we depend on each other like a crutch, but I can bet you," Ulquiorra said in a strained, tight voice, "I will have you by the last day. I want it. I don't want to wait to see if you can come to Cali. I don't care if we go all the way; I just want you next to me, touching me."
"I want you, too. And not just to feel good. I just fucking miss you."
Ulquiorra shifted against her again and then licked his lips, feeling the pleasure arc down his spine. "I'll make you a promise," he said. "If we're still feeling like this tomorrow, we do something about it. We might be slightly more level-headed about all of this by then, though."
"I think we can manage that, but we need some kind of distraction right now. Um, how about, you find something to watch on TV and I'm going to use the restroom and be right back." This was a matter of practicality. It would be awfully hard to let go of the lusty thoughts swirling around her head when there was a slippery feeling between her legs.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he looked at her. A small almost inaudible whine left him as he rolled onto his back. "Porn okay?" he deadpanned, glancing at her.
She paused as she was getting up. "Are you serious?"
"Do you think I'm serious?"
"I dunno, we never got to the point in our relationship where we talked about our porn consumption." She was truly curious.
"Uh, well… I don't watch it often. I don't even jerk off that much. I've not touched myself since I came back from the Thanksgiving trip," Ulquiorra replied.
A thought occurred to her. "Um, I think I might have an idea… Something to get us through the night at least. I'm going to leave my phone unlocked. You know what's on it. You have about ten minutes while I rinse off. No questions." She unlocked her phone and left it on the nightstand and bent over to kiss him, then trotted over to the restroom and turned on the fan and the shower, just to give both of them privacy.
His green eyes went toward the phone and then to the ceiling. He sighed and closed his eyes. He could wait. Ulquiorra had been going for this long. He could wait some more. All he had to do was think of how old Nemu was or how things felt with Nel. It did not take long for his desire to disappear.
As soon as Orihime was locked into the bathroom her pajamas came off. She looked at her body in the quickly steaming mirror and held up one of her desire-swollen breasts and moaned softly. She was not going to last until tomorrow. She was already wet. It seemed a pity to waste it, she thought, letting the fingers of her dominant hand drift between her folds and start stimulating herself. She leaned against the wall, sneaking a peak at herself now and again as she masturbated, choking in tiny hiccups that threatened to give her away. It didn't take long to finish her task; especially as she imagined Ulquiorra in the next room potentially doing the same thing. She came with a soft whine and then hopped in the shower to wash away the evidence. Another few minutes later she was fresh, dried off, redressed, and significantly less tense.
She cracked the bathroom door open. "Are you decent?"
"Yeah," he said softly. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she replied with an easy smile. "You?"
He gave a shrug. "I'm good," he said giving her a smile.
She climbed into bed and settled under the covers, pulling them up to her chin and laying her head on Ulquiorra's shoulder. "Did you pick something to watch?" She was almost completely at ease.
"No, I figured it's been a long day," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "We should try and sleep, if that's okay."
"Okay," she said with a smile, nestling her face into his chest. Her bedside lamp was already off. "Sweet dreams," she murmured.
It took Ulquiorra a long time to fall asleep and once he finally succumbed to it, he didn't stay asleep, waking up every hour. He chalked it up to the fact that he wasn't used to sleeping in a hotel room and… He was still fucking horny. He groaned as he looked at his phone screen. It said three. It was three in the goddamn morning and he was hard.
Orihime was warm against him. It wouldn't take much to grind himself against her ass which was spooned against him.
It wouldn't be right.
However… her phone was sitting next to his on the bedside table. Was her passcode the same? He reached for it, untangling himself from her in the process.
Zero. Nine. Zero. Three.
Her home screen popped into view.
She said that he could look at them. Ulquiorra shifted his legs, softly groaning again as the fabric of his boxers rubbed against his cock. Fuck.
He moved the blanket to the side. The chill in the room did nothing to dampen the heat he felt in his body. Ulquiorra put her phone down and then hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down until he could kick them to the floor. Unlocking her phone again, the musician tapped on where she kept those pictures.
Seeing Orihime in those pieces of lingerie were treats to him as he swiped through the photos. He especially liked the pieces he had bought for her. They fit her well. Seeing one pic he liked enough, Ulquiorra reached down and grabbed his cock, his fingers encircling the firm flesh. His breath caught in his throat.
The hotel bed was rather bouncy, because he felt every shift move the mattress, he was going to have to do this nice and slow or risk waking the woman next to him. His eyes darted to the photo still on the screen as he began to stroke just the head of his dick, using light strokes. This was either going to be over quick or it was going to drag out and be such an explosive orgasm that everyone on this floor was going to hear it.
He started swiping through the photos again, concentrating his vision on the parts of her body he liked the most. Sure, Orihime's tits were awesome… He had a soft spot for her thighs though. They were warm and inviting. There was one picture that caught his eye.
She was kneeling on a bed, wearing a white lacy bra with black bows on the straps. The white lace panties she wore had a black bow right in the center. Her thighs framed them perfectly. He knew what was under that fabric. "Hnnngh," he moaned quietly.
As he stroked his cock, Ulquiorra closed his eyes, remembering their first time together; the heat that engulfed him; how wet she had been; the shocks of pleasure that overcame him as he allowed himself to indulge in that carnal activity. His breathing became ragged as he panted. Another whine left him. If he didn't do something he was going to come soon.
Putting her phone back on the bedside table, Ulquiorra reached down with his newly freed hand and used it to encircle his length too. Fuck.
He couldn't hold back as he braced his feet on the bed, using his thighs and hips to help him push into his hands. She was still on his mind as he thrust against his hands. "Fuck, Orihime," he said then hissed as another wave of pleasure caught him off guard.
Biting his lip harder to keep another moan from leaving his mouth, Ulquiorra's body started tensing. "Hnnngh. Oh God. Woman. Fuck me," he breathed as he continued his movements. He didn't care if the bed was rocking. He didn't give one damn care if he woke Orihime up with what he was doing. It was this or wake her up and slide his cock inside of her.
Somehow he didn't think she'd mind, but still.
He tipped his head back, opening his mouth as he felt the beginning of his orgasm start in the pit of his torso and spread throughout his body, making his toes curl. He could feel come shoot out of him and land on his stomach and hand.
When he was done and he felt the small pulses of pleasure roll through him again, Ulquiorra whimpered. Holy shit. That entire thing that writers penned down about how people saw stars when they came was true. At least it was true after several months of not getting off.
With a huff of breath, Ulquiorra let his body relax into the bed and he started chuckling quietly, giddiness running through his body. It seemed like years of tension just left him. After several moments of enjoying the bliss, his OCDs started kicking in. He needed to clean up.
As Ulquiorra got off the bed to go to the bathroom to clean up, Orihime grinned. She had woken up somewhere in the middle but pretended to be asleep, affording him his privacy. She had been gratified hearing him call her name out. Maybe someday she'd tell him about this, she thought with a silent chuckle as she rolled over and fell back to sleep.
When he got back into bed, he didn't bother putting the boxers back on. It wasn't like Orihime hadn't seen him naked before. He cuddled up to her and fell asleep.
He slept until late morning.
Orihime woke up and took a shower, and by the time she was finished and dressed, Ulquiorra was still sound asleep. She remembered checking the time the night before when Ulquiorra had snuck away to the bathroom; it had been late. She decided to kiss his cheek and leave him a note before going down to the same supermarket she had visited the day before for coffee and a granola bar or something.
The note read, "Went out for some breakfast. I'll bring you something. I love you. BRB - Veggs"
Ulquiorra felt rough when he woke up. He knew he hadn't slept very well the night before, but his body felt sore. It was probably from everything he had been holding for the past couple of months. He felt the bed beside him only to find it empty as he rolled over and looked. Of course she wasn't there. He couldn't expect her to be there every second of every day. This was her chance to make a name for herself, too. He sat up and reached for his phone.
An idea slammed into his brain.
Shit.
He had never closed the photo app.
Oh well. Orihime would probably think it was from earlier and not the three in the morning foray with himself.
He looked over at the bedside table and saw a piece of paper that hadn't been there earlier. He picked it up and read it. He then decided to send her a text.
- Paper? A note? How antiquated. Iced coffee please three cream a shot of caramel. (heart)
Orihime got his text and chuckled. She got him his drink, together with a small tub of microwavable oatmeal and a banana, and made her way back to the room. She returned less than ten minutes after his text. "Morning, Sunshine! Breakfast!"
He was still in bed, sitting there, naked. He looked up at her as she walked in. "Hey, I didn't think you'd be back so quick. You should have warned me," he said flipping the blanket over his lap.
"It's okay. I already did a livestream on Instagram where I interviewed your penis for a piece in Teen Vogue. Oatmeal?" She joked.
"Ha, ha, ha," he said in a sarcastic manner. "If you're getting up close and personal with my dick, you would have done more than just talk to it. Oatmeal is good. Coffee?"
"Yessir," she replied, handing him a plastic cup. "As requested." Then she filled the oatmeal bowl with some water and put it in the microwave. "And what, praytell, do you think I would have done with your dick?"
Ulquiorra rolled his eyes and smiled before taking a sip of the coffee. He sighed and then set it down on the table beside the bed. If she didn't mind, then it was cool for him to just tease her a bit and roam around the room completely naked. He stood with his back to her and stretched, reaching his arms to the ceiling. "What's the weather like today?" he asked as he walked over to the window and drew back the blackout curtains.
"Uh…" she started, sounding somewhat dazed. "Sunny with a chance of dampness. Also it's a full moon tonight," she said and crossed her legs.
A smirk was plastered on his face as he turned around. "Texas has weird weather patterns," he stated, walking over to where she was. "How are you doing this morning, Miss Vega?"
"Oh, um," she swallowed. "You know me, always ready to tackle whatever the day brings my way. You?"
"I'm feeling less stressed," Ulquiorra said before he kissed her. He decided he had tortured her enough and walked over to his suitcase which he opened up and retrieved another bag with another outfit in it. Today was a pair of tapered, flat front khakis and a light aquamarine colored t-shirt. He got a pair of socks, his tennis shoes and a pair of boxer briefs from the suitcase too. "I'm going to take a shower, unless you want me to eat first," he said.
"You should eat first or your oatmeal will get cold. Besides, you have a pretty dick," she replied as if she were talking about his shirt or smile.
The thing in question twitched at her statement and Ulquiorra put his stuff at the foot of the bed. He then sat back down. "Everything on you is pretty," he replied.
She blushed at that and brought his oatmeal, plastic spoon and banana over to him. "You have to say that, I brought you breakfast."
"If you say so. I've studied you a lot, Orihime. You're beautiful. Every inch of you." Ulquiorra took the items she offered and sat there a moment as he broke up pieces of the banana to put into the oatmeal. "Are you going to be staying again tonight?"
She watched what he was doing, stealing peeks at his crotch from time to time. She stole a kiss quickly before answering. "I got a message from Shu asking if I'd like to play a party tonight after dinner. I called him back and it seems like some kind of fancy thing, like your dad's Thanksgiving party, so I said yes. I was hoping to go to your coffee house thing first and see if you wanted to come to this thing we're doing later for a bit. I'd be glad to come back here after; I am starting to get used to this."
He saw her glances and raised an eyebrow. "I have that thing tonight at 8pm. Nemu says I need to be ready by six pm, although it doesn't start until eight," Ulquiorra said. He already read his texts this morning. "You have pictures of it but if you want a live look at, you can."
She licked her upper lip and then found his eyes. "Later," she said, before turning around to her own breakfast. "Anyway," she continued as she sat at the desk, not making much effort to look away from his crotch again as she peeled her own banana, "I'll get dinner with those guys then and if you become free later you can join us, otherwise I'll get dropped off here, if you don't mind."
Ulquiorra raked his teeth over his bottom lip the moment Orihime held that banana up to her mouth. Hnnngh. He swallowed and looked down at his own breakfast. Later. Later. He wouldn't be able to focus today. "I'll let you know if plans change," he said. It took him five minutes before he finally set his oatmeal down and walked over to where Orihime sat. He had played himself. Instead of teasing her, he had ramped himself up.
"Yes? Did you need something?" She asked sweetly, looking up at him from under long lashes.
Instead of an answer, he kissed her. Once he was sure he got his point across, Ulquiorra turned and walked across the room to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
"I love you," she called out after him, smiling like a devil as she stuck the elongated piece of fruit back into her mouth.
After the coldest shower he could stand, Ulquiorra came out of the bathroom. It bothered him slightly that Orihime didn't seem affected by him. She had been calm and collected while he seemed like a hormone fueled neanderthal. It was pathetic how he was acting. He jerked off last night beside her. He just got off in the shower despite the chilly water. He stood near the bed with his back to her, toweling his body off before he slipped his underwear and socks on.
"Something bothering you?" she asked. He had a frown etched onto his face since the moment he had exited the bathroom. She stood and came over to where he was, sitting on the bed, trying to figure him out.
Ulquiorra shrugged. "Kinda, not really. I feel pathetic. I went for a couple of months without thinking about it and now the only thing going through my head is how badly I want you; to be inside of you. I guess that's normal for nineteen-year-olds, but damn. All I'm doing is chasing you around while you seem polite about it but not really interested. I don't know if that makes sense."
She laughed, but she didn't wait to explain. "Um, you've got it all wrong. I'm trying to be cool. I am trying really, really hard to be cool. Do you remember last night? I was the one mauling your face off. I was the one who snuck off to clean up in the bathroom because I wasn't going to be able to sleep with as wet as I was from just kissing you."
"Tch," he scoffed. He looked over at her as he pulled on the pants he was supposed to wear that day. "Do you think I care if you're cool or not?"
"Yes, you said we should take it slow. I don't think I would be able to do that if I didn't at least try to keep it cool. I mean, it's…" she reached up and touched his face, pressing her index and middle finger against his lips, the tips resting right under his nostrils. She didn't know how good his sense of smell was, but despite washing her hands several times, she could still smell herself on those fingers. It didn't help that she had gotten off again that morning before her shower to the memory of him calling her name in the middle of the night. "It's not exactly what it looks like, sometimes."
He kissed her fingers and then her knuckles before he turned her hand over and kissed her palm. Damn him and his words, his logical brain and sense of reason. He really wanted to throw caution to the wind. "It's just me and you in this room. Act cool or not. I can see out in public, maintaining a friendly rapport but this is you and me," he said, lips still against her hand.
She whimpered. "So do you want me to tell you to take your pants off so I can taste you, or did you just want me to bend over a piece of furniture because that is what "not cool" me wants to say and do."
He lifted his eyes to look at her with a chuckle. "Seems to me you already took care of things, didn't you last night? The shower?"
She cocked her jaw to the side. "Did you hear it or are you just guessing? But yes the shower. Last night and this morning. But you really put me to shame."
"I put you to shame? How? And I was totally taking a wild guess. I mean… Hnngh." The mental image of Orihime pleasuring herself in the bathroom overtook his thoughts.
"Did you want an instant replay? Because you are on track to get one," she warned. He still had her hand on his lips. She was wearing a clingy knit skirt that had a lot of stretch, and stretch it she did as she drew her knees apart. He was walking on thin ice.
Without warning, Ulquiorra slipped the two fingers she had originally put on his lips into his mouth, sucking on them lightly. His gaze met hers and he hoped that she got his look; that she understood the hunger going through his body, wanting to consume her and leave nothing but pleasure in its wake. "Tell me," he said after he withdrew the digits and kissed the back of her hand.
She opened her mouth and a soft, high-pitched whimper came out. "Tell you what? That I'm ready for you now? That my body is screaming at me to lie back and open for you? What do you want me to say, because I will say it," she blabbered, a suffering look on her face.
"No I want you to tell me how I put you to shame? Did you know that I did something last night and then not even fifteen minutes ago?"
"I didn't know about fifteen minutes ago, but I did hear you last night. That was a huge ego boost, thank you kind sir," she said, blushing and crossing her legs. He wanted not cool? He was getting it by the load. She was so pathetic.
Ulquiorra took a step back and started blushing. "You… You heard me last night? You were dead asleep," he stammered.
"I am not the only one who's not cool, I guess," she said standing and following him, grabbing him by the hips and kissing him. She pressed up into it and held the contact for a couple seconds before settling back onto her heels. "Next time I want to watch, too."
It didn't take much for him to pin her to the wall, plucking at her skirt while he was also trying to get his trousers unfastened and down his hips. Ulquiorra was kissing her deeply, his tongue moving against hers.
Then, just as he was going to grab her knee so that he could enter her, the knock came. A rough voice came from the other side. "Ulquiorra, let's go. We've got work to do," Komamura called out.
"Fuck," he growled.
Orihime's head lolled back against the wall and a long, drawn-out whine came through her nose. She pouted. She wanted to have a temper tantrum. She was going to be wound up all day. Her whine turned into a petulant little cry as her eyes turned toward the voice.
"Can I have like fifteen minutes?" He asked in a loud voice.
"No, let's go. You have five minutes to get out here."
He turned back to Orihime and kissed her. "Tonight," he said looking down into her eyes.
Still pouting, she nodded. She was going to need another shower.
"Hey, I promise. Nothing is going to hold me back tonight," Ulquiorra said. He couldn't take the look on her face, so he kissed her again. "Shit, I'm going to have to stop now because I still need to get my shirt on and my shoes and somehow get myself back into my pants."
She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't stop her hand from reaching between them to stroke his length just once. "Okay," she whispered. "I'm going to hide under the blankets until you're gone or things are going to get really awkward when they barge in here."
He didn't mind when he felt her do that, but Ulquiorra had to take several steps away from her. He put on his shirt and his shoes. "You know… I'm not going to ask for a return touch because I could smell you on your hand. That's going to be in my head all damn day. I'm leaving my keys here with you, again." He smiled as he carefully tucked himself back into his pants. "I'll text you the address to the coffee place, okay?"
She had to clear her throat. "Yeah. Sounds great."
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