Disclaimer: Bleach, I disclaim! [Wanted to try it out like Orihime, I reject!]

Rating: T

Warnings: Maybe OOC, AU AH (all human), swearing, kissing.

Ulquiorra sighed as he took in the long line. This was going to take ages.

Suppressing another sigh, he turned to leave, deciding to concede defeat. No bet was worth this much indignity. Perhaps he could tell Grimmjow that the terms had changed. If he threw in a few technical words, Grimmjow was bound to tune him out and he wouldn't have to lose face because of such a lame bet.

That's when he heard the sound. Pattering footsteps. Someone was running. Fast approaching him, most probably.

Before he could even register what was happening, a masked man had pulled him aside, pushed off his mask and began kissing him in earnest.

Had Ulquiorra been a lesser person, he would've said his mind melted, but being that he was Ulquiorra, he was merely shocked beyond words. He stood rooted to the spot for a few seconds before he realised that he was pressed against a rather warm, soft, female body. So the masked man was not a man after all. Hm. How odd.

With each passing moment, he only became more than aware of the feminine curves pressing insistently against his body.

He broke apart from the seductress.

The first thing he noticed about her was her hair. She'd removed the head gear that'd covered up that beautiful hair and now, sunset orange hair floated down her back.

He almost reached for it when he heard a cry.

"He went this way, didn't he?"

Again, before he was given a chance to process the significance of those words, the girl pulled him in.

Now that he had seen her face and could attest for the fact that she was very much female and very much a knockout, Ulquiorra had no qualms about kissing her back.

If she was so determined to make him forget whatever he was thinking, he was only eager to comply to her wishes.

He ravished her mouth.

Suffice to say, it was the best kiss of his life. Or maybe it was the adrenaline talking.

They broke apart with a gasp.

The girl, (she couldn't be older than 19) looked pleasantly tousled.

Her face was flushed, her hair all messed up and her lips looked swollen and so very red, he was tempted to kiss her again.

He felt a surge of male pride in him, that he was the one who did that to such a pretty girl. He felt slightly surprised at the... chauvinism of such a thought. He had never thought of himself as a slave to his base desires, but perhaps he'd never found the right girl.

She gave him a slight smile. "Umm, there may have been a slight.. mix-up. Uh, I'll.. see you again?"

He gave her a slight nod, still fascinated by her every move. She raised her hand in a half wave and walked away from him.

He felt like a drowning man as he watched her sway those alluring hips while walking away from him.

Lost in his thoughts, he hardly noticed when Grimmjow yelled in his ear.

"GOT THE TICKETS, ASSHOLE!"

He winced. "Damnit Grimmjow, could you be any more louder?"

Grimmjow gave him a cocky smirk. "Pay up, dickhead. I won."

He shook his head at the other man's competitive attitude and reached a hand into his pocket -

- only to pull out a piece of paper.

"Inoue Orihime. Call me if you can find my number."

Grimmjow let out a startled laugh as he read what was written on the paper in Ulquiorra'a hand. "Looks like you've been played, loser! She stole your wallet! Don't tell me it was that chick you were sucking face with! Can't imagine how good you kissed if she was writing notes behind your back!"

He gave another guffaw.

Ulquiorra ignored the buffoon. He was occupied with recalling and analysing the woman's every move. He almost smiled as he remembered the shy, sweet smile she'd given him.

"What an interesting woman."

Prompt: Steal

Title: In which Ulquiorra gets robbed.

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