Ulquiorra Cifer was not prone to lust. He did not think he was susceptible to desire, passion, or wanton. None such emotions would ever be able to get a hold of him, simply because they couldn't.
There was one problem with that.
He had no idea how to describe what it was he felt for Orihime Inoue.
Her voice had once annoyed him to no end. On and on she would chatter about the most trivial things, all of which he didn't care about in the least. Her voice was shrill, and she talked to fast, and sometimes she went on for hours without ever seemingly taking a breath.
Except, none of that was apparent to him anymore.
Her voice was now alluring in ever sense of the word. It was a sing-song voice that called him, whispered promises in his ears, and had the supposed effect of a siren's call.
He wondered if he was going mad.
He had, after all, never really noticed her body. Yes, the woman had very pronounced curves. Yes, her hair was nicely tamed, shiny, and smelled good. And yes, she had a charming face, lips, eyes, and nose. The woman in general had a very nice appearance.
He had once, vaguely, even told her so. Why? It was because it was a fact, and he had a habit of stating such facts when the need arose.
Now, though, he couldn't not notice her figure. Every time she moved, his eyes were drawn to some part of her body. He started to notice little things that were pleasing to the eye, things he had once not cared about.
The way her breast bounced when she walked or jumped, how very silky her hair was, the shape of her rear, her curved hips, her slender waist, the way her eyes lit up or darkened depending on her mood, her heart-shaped face, the way she batted her eye lashes, her slender fingers, the way she presented her body when she stretched or moved in an odd position, her lips, her ankles, the nape of her neck, the smooth column of her neck, the hallow of her throat, her collar bones, the curves of her ample chest disappearing into her dress…
On and on he could go about such things.
It was extremely distracting.
Now, the woman and he had… kissed. They had crossed the fragile line of friendship into something a little more dangerous. Something hot, and thrilling, and very much desirable.
And he didn't really understand it at all. All he knew was that it pleased him very much.
He couldn't chase the vision of their happenings from his mind. The way her lips had felt, so soft, yet durable. How she had moved, her lips hotly sliding against him. The feeling of her wet tongue sliding across his lip…
Everything was overwhelming. He had never before felt pleasure like that. Yes, the other espada took part in it. Many of the men were fueled with carnal desire, the beast like lust easily taken care of did one happen upon another arrancar of the opposite sex having the same problem.
He had never once taken part in it. The very thought of moving with another creature in such a manner had disgusted him. He didn't need anything emotionally fueled when he felt no emotion. He felt no pleasure. So he had never once experimented like the beasts of Hueco Mundo. He had minded his own business, not needing to dirty himself with the trash that so brashly pleased themselves. It sickened him to hear about it, even, but there was not much he would do about that. He had heard the arrancar around him talk loosely about it.
But he had never thought that he would want anything like that.
There he was, though, sitting on the couch of his living room, his breath bated as he tried to understand what had just happened.
When she had put her finger in the ring of nothing at the center of his chest… his whole body had heated up. It had felt so wonderful. To have something living, pulsing, beating in the hole that consumed so much and reduced him to nothingness… it was bliss.
But it had been too much.
There was only so much even Ulquiorra Cifer could handle, so he had hurriedly left before he had done anything ether he or the onna would regret later on.
But still. He thought. And he replayed all that had happened.
And Ulquiorra Cifer thus knew the meaning of want.
Because he desired the woman more than air itself.
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So. Very short chapter, I know. A little odd. But I figured I'd put it up. After all, it's Monday, I don't exactly have all day to write out a good chapter. :/ Oh well! I hope this was enjoyed. And, you know, remember to review for your local review hoarder. Because you all know how I desire those things. *sigh* More than air itself. XD I'll post tomorrow, so I'll... uh, see? Yeah. Um, I'll "see" you all then.