My own little irrelevant notes:
Okay, so I guess my saying that there was going to be 'dialogue' in this next chapter was... a white lie? Eheh.. I'm sorry it turned out this way.. x-x Just know I have actual dialogue *AND PLOT** ready for the next chapter. I've got what I want to write for it down in my head and also partially typed out. I'm sorry for taking such a long break with this. It's really messy and not very much different from the last chapter..I guess a sort of continuation.. I'm taking steps to be clearer in my writing so that it will be crystal in the next with dialogue and setting and blah. Enjoy?
Chapter 2: Graced.
Orihime twitched open an eye and released a deep shaky breath
at the very same moment Ulquiorra relieved her of a painful series of poignant kisses. He'd been at it uninterruptedly for a whiles worth of time. Slouching his normally well-poised shoulders back and forth; pressing kisses one after the other across Orihime's bare chest. A continuous pressing of sallow lips onto her soft, rosily-toned skin that now gracefully took on a glowing aura that Ulquiorra couldn't bear to part from. He looked back, mindfully, in wondrence of when he'd become so heftily enveloped in the girl. He felt intrigued much more at first by her soft demeanor, standing before the large group of Espada he bitterly referred to as comrades -and not to mention their hailed leader, Aizen- rather than her outward appearance. Her presence altogether never seemed all that fascinating.
So, he did have to inhibit a somewhat of a surprised reaction from showing when coming to the realization that he did, actually, spend a great deal of time simply imagining her form in his head. Bright orange locks, swivelling at its tips into minute curls; pair of naturally colored eyes that seemed to imperceptibly change from purple to grey in assorted light; nearly fully curved hips. They'd all seemed like traits that he would never hold the slightest interest in, now or in any possible future. That was, until she appeared, fully clad in a white long-sleeved and pant dress-type ensemble gifted from Lord Aizen himself.
Left to revel over sighting her in the corner of his eye by her unique image. Hands clutching her chest as if concealing something within it, feet planted unsteadily on the ground, almost ready to fall over from the rocking of spiritual pressure he hurtled at her.
Orihime left her eyes closed for, relatively, the most part of Ulquiorra's kissing. Not much to his pleasure, but there was no real room to complain with the amount of power he held against her already.
It was easier for her to do so, rather than battle an array of emotions each time she met his melancholic gaze.
She was set with a fear not to let any one of her mesh of emotions surface onto her outward expression. If she did that, there would be no telling of what else she couldn't mask. With a sigh, she peaked out her eyes for a bare moment after many concentrations to close them as soon as she was able to grasp the situation.
Her eyes settling on Ulquiorra's as soon as they lulled them out of the back; winking them both open as she fell onto a pair of stony, desolate eyes.
A translucent light shone upon them at that moment; the lunar glory of the moon coming to bask them with its near-blinding light.
Reminiscent of the times Orihime studied the light it emitted every night locked in the tower, awaiting Ichigo. The girl took a moment to revert her eyes from the instilling green orbs before her. Noticing the sand of the Hueco Mundo grounds all around her. Then coming across her own hands, clenching fistfuls of the off-white/cream colored sand. She'd grabbed grains of it in her hand to hold in the pain Ulquiorra had been administering with his shocking kisses. Her hands were filled to boot with the grain, clenched tight and unmoving. The room was like a sauna, and with their two bodies sweating in its steamy trance Orihime felt the light dim as if the moon had decided to pass over. The sand rising to gradiently misting the air. She'd heard it was always night in Hueco Mundo so the sudden lack of light stream struck her attention quickly, casting her eyes in an all-around search until her attention was painstakingly reverted unto Ulquiorra- an alarmingly sharper kiss sealing her back in. Looking at her from downcast eyes and a preoccupied mouth. With a set of dark shadows casting across his powder white pale skin she felt her fingers gesturing to caress his cheeks, to follow the line that sailed from his eye-ducts and falter at the jawline that very much resembled a most grim ray of tears if she'd ever seen them.
And she'd never felt pleasuring thrills amongst pangs of guilt in a single moment before.
She withdrew her fingers sharply before Ulquiorra could catch sight of them. Still somewhere within the movements and gestures with her hands she didn't know whether or not she should risk placing her hands to shift Ulquiorra away from the areas he'd taken to such an excessive amount of time consumed in, as it had grown hot in result to his incessant kissing or lie straighter to welcome more of him in.. even if she knew well that the prickly kisses being planted upon her were becoming too much too handle. Several more toothy kisses later; heat began to rise from where Ulquiorra had been huskily nibbling, up towards her neck. Red-pink tones of embarrassment stained her cheeks in a result to the heat's rising.
She couldn't help but give a half-laugh to release the tension. With all the heat reddening her entire body, she could feel her face cloud with blush. Easing a laugh was the only thing she could think of to counter it. All visible to Ulquiorra. Orihime timidly cut the laugh short once catching Ulquiorra's questioning expression. The heat originated from where Ulquiorra had been pursuing since the very bout of his kissing.
His lips tracing over and over her reddening skin, tips of teeth and then tongue in a paced method swarm every nook of her chest.
Consumed with desire and leaving no spot untinged with his aura.
Orihime posed on the floor, her hands constrained to the grounds awkwardly, with nothing in actuality to pin them down except her own hold on the grains of sand.
Ulquiorra was above her, legs between her ankles, and head matched to her chest, hardening legs sunk deep in the sand, toes curled with its grains.
She didn't want to make him feel as though he had too much of a power over her. As rough as he was with her, she couldn't stand a loose hold.
Her knees wound twisted in the same inward direction, smashing against each other every so often from then. Lustrous orange hair stringily mixed with the sand beneath her. The sand bunched up to outline her form, taking rounder, fuller curves at her bustline. And Ulquiorra made a point to take in her being for a second before taking another solemn bite at her chest. Her meek gaze encasing him to move his kisses upwards, in a region to which he'd be able to draw in more glimpses of her.
More notes:
That means there'll be an actual kiss next chapter! *NOT JUST BODILY-ATTRACTION ON ULQUI'S PART*
:D Thanks for reading! And please no harsh reviews... I have no idea what I'm doing. This is my second chapter to my first fanfic. All I hope is it's not too different or alike to anything you've read on here so far.