I know that by all means this is wrong. In every sense of the definition this is wrong. He is in a relationship…and so am I. However, because of this illicit affair, no one is able to know of the sinful things that we do on a damn near daily basis. Not my friends nor my family. Damn sure not my boyfriend.

I bite my lip until I almost pierce the skin, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My breath hitches as I get closer and closer to my high. I toss my head backwards and it crashes into the unforgiving wall behind me as he drives ever growing dick harder and faster into my desperate core. His grunts come more rapidly as he digs his fingers deeper into me. Our matching reddish, blonde hair clings to our sweat drenched bodies.

"I…Ichi…Ichigooo…" I say his name like a prayer as he thrusts into me as I get closer and closer to my climax. Before I can take another breath, I am overcome by body tingling sensations as I climax. My fingers grip his blonde tresses tightly as I try vainly to steady myself. I feel him continuing to thrust into me, his movements faster and harder as he reaches his own climax. He groans roughly as his body becomes tight and shudders rushes through him.

The room fills with the sound of our labored breathing as we collect ourselves. With breathing comes the clarity of what we have done. What we have been doing for sometime now. I unwrap my legs from around him and he gently puts me down. I cover my mouth as I rush to the bathroom to vomit the contents that are in my stomach.

I can't believe that we are doing this. I can't believe that I am this kind of person. I'm a monster. I hate myself so much.

A glass of water materializes next to my head, by the way of Ichigo. I look up at him thankfully, barely able to meet his eye. He has put his boxers back on. I gurgle the water before spitting it into the toilet, cleaning my mouth of the bile.

Nothing can cleanse my soul from the sins that I have committed. The sins that I will no doubt continue to commit because the only thing that I am more of a monster is weak.

"Orihime…"he starts. But I won't let him continue.

"I'm fine…I'm fine," I shake my head. My words sound false to my own ears. I hear him sigh and I can see clearly without even having to look at him that he is restlessly gripping the back of his head. He is desperate to give me consoling words, some form of comfort. But all of his efforts would be lost on me. I am a lot of things, but I am self aware to know that in no way, shape or form what we are doing is in any way okay. Is in any way redeemable.

"I'm sorry," is all he can offer me.

"I know."

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"Good afternoon Ms. Inoue, how was your day?" the light hearted voice of Mizurio Kojima startled me out of my day dream as I walked past the nurse's station.

"Oh! Hi..I'm good. It was good." I blushed as memories of whiten knuckles, labored breathing, and cries of ecstasy flashes through my mind. "How is he today?" I quickly changed the subject and sign in.

"Same as always," he gives me a sad smile. "What do you have to read for him today?"

"Just an old book, Robopocalypse. It is one of his favorites."

"What is your obsession with robots taking over the world?" he muses quizzically, concerned coloring his voice.

"It will happen one day, I am sure of it. When that day happens I will be prepared to join our robot overlords and become one of the most destructive forces on this planet." A lot of people give me the same look that Mizuiro is giving me right now. Like I have somehow sprouted antenne out the top of my head. But It is only a matter of time before the aliens and robots fight for the rights to earth. He better decide which side he wants to be on now. I give him a final smile and make my way to the room at the end of the hall.

I steady my breath before I open the door.

There he is. Same as he's been for the past 7 months. Sleeping peacefully. His hair is shockingly dark against his pale skin. Amazingly green eyes hidden. I haven't seen them in such a long time.

I walk over to his bedside, and push his hair away from his face. I bite my lower lip. I'm so ashamed. I've been so unfaithful to him as he lies here, unable to wake up. He's fighting for his life and I'm cheating on him. I'm such a monster. Tears fell from my face and on to his. I quickly wipe them away, sniffling.

"Hi Ulquiorra…how are you today?" I give him a smile through my tears. "I brought your favorite story again today. Robopocalypse. I know, I know. This is the fifth time that I have read it. But it is something about human dependency of technology that leads to their overall downfall that is so captivating that I-...Look at me rambling. As if you don't already know." I thunk myself on the head. I'm being so silly.

"I'm rambling. I know. If you were awake, you would say it's because I have something on my mind. I do," I give him a sad smile. "But I'm not ready to tell you about it just yet. I promise I will, someday. So forgive me, please…" I wipe my eyes one more time before I settle into the chair next to his bed and pull out the book to read to him.

I will tell him one day about me and Ichigo. I promise… I just…I can't right now.