Tripartite
A 50 - Sentence Collection
Part Two
15. Protect
Grimmjow was fine with being alone, fine with Ulquiorra being alone, but there was no way in hell he'd ever leave Orihime alone, not without the memory of Loly and Menoly haunting him.
16. Determination
Once Orihime had heard about what had happened to Shiba Kaien, she'd been determined to try to save him
17. Joy
All of Rukia's Christmases came at once when she woke up one morning to a fully real Shiba Kaien sleeping at the bottom of her bed.
18. Warning
Syazel was eager to experiment with Orihime's powers, but something (Two somethings, really) warned him that if any part of Hueco Mundo's princess was harmed, there would be dire consequences.
19. Regret
Grimmjow dodged another of Ichigo's swings and felt regret that this would probably be the last time he'd see his darling.
20. Lust
Ulquiorra never really understood the whole concept of lust, but the way that Grimmjow was toying with a mango lollipop was making some sort of molten heat flow through his veins, and he found himself advancing towards Jeagerjacques with the thought of 'mine' echoing through his head.
21. Whimper
Ulquiorra watched with intent eyes, as Grimmjow's big hands smoothed over Orihime's silken skin, his mouth making merry with her ear, listening to and memorising every little sound the two of them made.
22. Play
Orihime smiled, feeling utterly sated, and leaned back against Ulquiorra's chest, as they watched Grimmjow bat lazily at Tsubaki, missing the tiny fairy every time.
BONUS DRABBLE!
Glue
Written to: Sexy Bitch
Ulquiorra watched from the shade as Orihime and Grimmjow danced in the mid-afternoon sun. No, he thought, dancing isn't the correct term to describe what they were doing. Sweat glistened, and ran down Grimmjow's bare back as he swung Orihime back against him, Hollow hole noticeably absent. The scraps of fabric that Inoue was wearing could hardly be counted as a swimsuit, and revealed more skin than they concealed. Emerald green eyes watched as Grimmjow ground against Orihime's behind, hands fluttering up her sides to caress her over-large bosom.
Ulquiorra felt the molten heat rise within him again when Grimmjow shot him a half-lidded look of wantwantwantyou.
Grimmjow grinned predatorily as he saw the effect that his gaze had on Ulquiorra, and ground that much more against Inoue, relishing the way she arced against him, loving the way it made Schiffer shiver with excitement. He could feel Inoue's warmth through the thin material of his board shorts, and he rubbed his hands gently against her large chest, feeling her heart race faster.
"Well, Schiffer... You gonna stand there all day, or are ya gonna make a move?" He leaned down and kissed Inoue's neck, never taking his eyes off Ulquiorra's emerald orbs, watching them darken with lust, waiting for a reaction from the stoic man. He didn't expect Schiffer to step forward, grab his face, and pull him forward for a heated kiss. Ah well. With these two, every day was a surprise.
Orihime felt Ulquiorra's hair brush the side of her face as he leant in and kissed Grimmjow. A smaller, cooler hand grip her hip bone and pull her closer, sandwiching her between two now obviously amorous male bodies. She took the opportunity to thoroughly grope Ulquiorra's backside, moving her hips in time to the music playing, enjoying the heated situation immensely. It wasn't every day that they were offered a holiday in the human world. She gasped as Ulquiorra's unoccupied hand slid between her and Grimmjow, and down Grimmjow's board shorts. She felt them break the kiss, and then big hands were sliding down her body, one of them just barely dipping under the waistband of her swimmers. Her half-murmured protest was swallowed up by Ulquiorra, whose hand had started moving against her back. She could taste all three of them in the kiss, and then Ulquiorra moaned, and Orihime knew where Grimmjow's other hand had gone. She was then reminded where the hand on her was, as it caressed her intimately, making her rock her hips, and break the kiss.
Ulquiorra leant into Inoue as Grimmjow increased the pace of his hand, and matched it with his own. He could feel Orihime's growing warmth, and he slid a knee in between her thighs, as the growing sensation began to over whelm thought, again.
Grimmjow nipped the edge of Ulquiorra's jaw, and rewarded with a quiet groan. He slid the hand between Orihime's thighs lower, stroking her more firmly now, mimicking the change with Ulquiorra. He knew them both, they couldn't be that far off-
Orihime felt Grimmjow tense up behind her, and the blue-haired man thrust against her roughly, once, twice, and then Ulquiorra came too, warmth spreading through his board shorts, making her legs sticky, as the coil of heat in her belly grew too tight, and released, catapulting her into a realm of pleasure.
When they finally came down off their high, they were sprawled on the sand, lying bonelessly in a puddle of satisfaction.
"Best holiday ever." Murmured Ulquiorra against Orihime's breasts, making her giggle with the sensation. Grimmjow lazily disentangled his hand from Ulquiorra's pants and began to lick it clean, before replying,
"Definitely seconded. We need to do this more." Orihime blushed heavily, more? Of this? Her brain ran through the possibilities, and she squeaked at the implications. Underneath her, Ulquiorra's hand twitched, trying to extricate itself from the prison of Grimmjow's pants. Orihime obligingly lifted her hips, and out slid Ulquiorra's hand slid out, covered in come. He lifted a black eyebrow at the dripping mess, and flicked it disdainfully a few times, unsuccessfully trying to dislodge it. With a sigh that sent Orihime's still sensitive skin goosebumpy, he let it drop onto the sand.
"I think we need a swim." Grimmjow's reply rumbled through her chest, as he removed his hand from Orihime's swimmers.
"Why? I like being here like this." She let her head loll to the side, and looked up at those sky blue eyes. Her answer was completely honest, blunt, and typical Orihime.
"Because we'll stick together like superglue!"
Okay. Hi guys! To those who have reviewed, and favourited my stories, I am honoured. Now, on with the author's note.
You may have noticed that this chapter of Tripartite was very different to the previous one. My answer? My writing style has changed over the months, and I did post Tripartite many, many months ago. So I apologise if you are shocked and confronted by the rather lemony scene. I felt like rewarding you guys with all your patient waiting, and yes, I am talking to YOU, lurker-pancakes. I know where you live, and will drop invisible pianos on your head if you don't review, because reviews are what inspire me to write, not boredom. Although that does work too, admittedly.
To all of you who have taken the time to read this Author's Note, thank you, I really appreciate your patience.
And, if you have any suggestions, criticisms, or just want to say something, go for it!