What is a heart 10
Chapter 10
She sat on the bed and smiled happily. There was someone here in this darkness, someone who was kind to her. Someone she had come to trust, if only slightly. Yet, Harribel's warning was far from her thoughts. Nnoitra was the one she worried about the most. Should he decide to claim her…
She tightened her grip on the flower. What was he truly capable of? More over, why would he want her? He spoke of humans as if they were the dirt under his feet and yet, he wanted to make her his alone. Her heart began to race. If she were to be claimed by one of them…the one she wished would be…she threw herself back on the couch and looked up at the darkness. "What am I thinking?" she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Kurosaki-kun…" a smile appeared on her face. Kurosaki, Kurosaki Orihime…her smiled faded. What was she doing? To have such thoughts of him as that…
"I'm coming in Woman." She didn't move when he spoke through the door. She laid there. Her heart wrenching with guilt of her own thoughts.
"Man, it's so empty in here!" She sat up to see Grimmjow looking around. "Where the hell do you sleep?" he asked cruelly.
She smiled sweetly. "I sleep on this couch."
Grimmjow's eyes looked down at her. He couldn't believe Aizen would give her only a couch with no blankets. He thought a moment of why this would be and soon decided it was for the best, should she decide to seek release from this world…
"Grimmjow-sama, I have something for you!" she said cheerfully.
He tried to pay her no mind but he was anxious to find what she had for him. When she held out the flowers he stared at them. What would posses her to give him such a thing as a gift? What was this some sort of human thing? She was smiling so sweetly. Such joy she had of something so stupid as a little flower. "What's this? Why would you give these to me?" he asked.
"I saw them and the color remained me of your hair. I thought, since your hair was so oddly colored, you could say that they are the color of these flowers." She stood on the couch and placed them in his hair. "There, they match so beautifully."
He could do nothing but stand there. 'Why…' he thought to himself. 'Why is she so kind to me?' he looked to Ulquiorra who seemed annoyed. When he turned back he must have startled her because she lost he balance and began to fall back away from him. It happened so slowly. Her face was worried as she reached her hand to him. Her hair flowing in front of her face. He could feel himself moving yet it seemed that he was moving far too slowly. Her head was headed for the corner of the table. His hand reached for hers. He saw a flash of white move behind her as she stopped falling. He stopped and watched as Ulquiorra gave her a glance of displeasure.
"Why were you being so reckless, Woman?" he asked.
She smiled nervously. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall…"
He looked at Grimmjow. "You're so slow."
Grimmjow grew pissed at this. None of the other Espada were anywhere near him in speed. He knew this all too well. He turned to them and with an angered tone he yelled at poor Orihime. "I didn't need your sympathy!" he took the flowers from his hair and crushed them in front of her. The look on her face made him regret what he had done. He turned and left slamming the door behind him.
She was still in Ulquiorra's arms. A small smile on her face. He tried so hard not to show he didn't care but she could see through him. She could see his loneliness, much like her. She felt Ulquiorra tighten his grip on her. She looked to him. His emerald eyes locked on the door which Grimmjow had just left. His face as expressionless as always.
She felt his warmth. The warmth from his body consumed her. She pressed her body against his and buried her head in his chest. She had not realized how cold she was. She felt as if she could sleep right there in his arms.
He looked down at her. She was so beautiful. The way she was holding him sent waves of an odd sensation throughout his body. He looked down at her peaceful face. He could feel her slow breath on his neck. Something stirred within him. His body was so strange. It felt as if it were begging him to do something, something that it wanted from her. He thought back to the book. About that picture…he closed his eyes and sighed. He was losing the battle against his own body. It was this woman's fault he thought. She was doing this to him and thus, he cause would be just…
He laid her on the couch. She opened her eyes slightly, just enough for the moon's light to shine so brightly and beautiful on them, shining like stars. Her smile, so sweet, like her smell. He wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled. He could fight himself no longer. He placed one leg on each side of her hip and one are on each side of her neck. She turned her head to the side. Her face seeming saddened by something. Perhaps that it was him and not Grimmjow? He dug his fingers into the cushion of the couch.
She seemed to notice and looked up at him. He kept his emotionless expression. His ebony hair hanging down. She could tell something was wrong with him. She had always been great at knowing how others felt, even though they refused to show them.
He lowered his head to hers. He was going through with it. He was going to get rid of this feeling, how odd it was. He stopped when his lips barely touched hers. He could taste her breath. It was sweet and warm. He could feel them becoming one…he pressed his lips against hers. So soft, so warm.
She tried to push him off but it was useless. He was far too strong for her. She gave into him quickly, accepting of what he was doing. Hoping he would go no further. Yet, something inside her relished in this feeling he created in her. This shameful feeling she hated so.
He lost control of himself. Allowing instinct to take over him. He unzipped the top of her dress. She began to fight him again. She didn't want this. He moved to her neck as her breathing became irregular. He had succeeded in taking off her top. Next on his list was his. He sat on her pelvis as he unzipped and removed his shirt. His Hollow hole was exposed as well as the tattoo of his Espada rank, 4.
She tried to slide from underneath him but he was back on top of her before she could succeed. She looked at the hole at the base of his neck. It was the first time she had seen his and yet, she couldn't look away from it.
He licked from the base of her neck to her chin. She let out a slight moan. He wanted more. He wanted to hear her moan even more. He ripped off the top of her dress. He looked down at her. Her breast looked just as soft and warm as her lips. He felt a hot wave rush through him. He moved his tongue around her nipple. She arched her back with the sudden sensation. She moved her hand to push him away, grazing his Hollow hole. He froze as well as she had. She stared at him. His expressionless face had been shattered if only for the instant that her finger had come in contact with the rim of his hole. He had gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in shear pleasure.
He looked down at her. She was smiling. She had finally seen his face with an expression! She couldn't believe it!
She moved toward him. Toward his hole. She wanted him to change his expression again. She licked the rim of his hole. She felt him tighten the grip he held on her hand. Her tongue felt so good as it traced his hole. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. It was so pleasurable! He gently pushed her back on the couch and slid his fingers into her hakama. She was already wet. He pulled his hand out and ripped off her hakama. He looked down at her bare body. It was flawless. Not a single mark on her body. He traced each curve with his hands. He could wait no more. If he did this…if he went through with it…she would be his. He would have claimed her as his own.
He undid his hakama and tossed it to the side. She looked away, her face as red as blood from a fresh wound. Yet, as he looked at her she turned back to look at his length.
She wasn't sure if it was because she had never seen one before, but it was far too large for her body. She was afraid now. Afraid of the pain she knew would happen if she allowed such to continue. She closed her legs in a feeble attempt to stop what had already begun. He placed his hand on her legs. "Ulquiorra-sama…" she said looking at him with tear filled eyes. He looked at her starry eyes. "I-I can't…I just…" she looked away.
Her body was shaking from fear of him. He didn't want her to fear him. He wanted her to smile. She was far more beautiful when she smiled. He pulled her to him in a sweet embrace. He held her tightly, pressing her body to his. He moved his lips to her ear. "I do this to protect you. If I claim you, Nnoitra can't pursue you any longer. I seem like I don't care but I am truly a jealous man. If you wish it or not, I'm going to continue. Yet, know this, if you accept it I promise it will hurt a lot less."
He felt her tear fall on his shoulder. Her body went limp. He laid her down on her back. Slowly she spread her legs, showing him that she was willing to accept him. He moved to the proper position. She could feel how hard it was, as if he were made of stone. To spare her agony, he thrust in her deeply. She arched her back with the sudden pain, as she grit her teeth. Small tears rolled down her face. He could feel something warm run down his length. He looked down at what he had done. Small streams of red cover him.
He slowly pulled out realizing that she had held her breath. He leaned forward using his arms to hover over her as he began to thrust. Each time her did she let out a painful moan which made him want more. He had not realized how hard of a task this was. In only a few moments he had already began to sweat. She looked up at him. His expression was that of a difficult task, a strenuous look that she came to love. It was the second expression she had seen from him. It filled her with such joy and yet, terror as well.
He continued to thrust. Each time a little faster. There was something coming. Something he felt would make this all the better. What he didn't know but he felt it coming closer with each thrust of his hips. The faster and harder he thrust the closer he came to this unknown goal. It was almost there.
The pain was so great. All she could do was lay there and allow him to do as he wished. She wasn't sure if this counted as rape since she had willingly allowed it. She could feel the sweat on the back of her neck. There was something coming. Something that needed to happen. The faster and harder he thrust, the closer she came to the unknown goal.
They felt the unknown goal only a few thrusts away. They felt it coming closer, each wanting this feeling. Then with the final thrust, each had accomplished that goal. Each filled with a feeling of pure pleasure. He lay on top of her exhausted from his task. He had done it. She was now his. With that, his scent would now consume her letting the others know that she was his. Her body was shaking. He looked at her with his sorrowful emerald eyes. He held her tightly. "Smile…" he said softly. "You're so beautiful when you do."
He looked up again. First to her starry eyes and then…to her smiling lips. This was a genuine smile. It was so beautiful that even he himself allowed a smile cross his lips.