LHisawesome4ever: thank you for the suggestion of italics for thoughts. I strive to make my stories a pleasure for people to read and enjoy :)
Mewhee89 Thank you for all the grammar advice and just between you and me ;) I tend to use such scenes like her in the shower as flash backs to help story progression. I just enjoy torturing people just a tad and keep them guessing though in this story its obvious some of the routes i'll go. ( Shrugs) Hopefully it's not too predictable
So My lovely readers I am giving out this chapter for this month. Me and my child have to do some traveling for his medical issues so I shall not be on much after this week and wanted to thank you all for sticking with my story and loving it like you have. I hope that the slight sexyness of this chapter is neither out of place nor rushed. ( I try to be realistic)
So enjoy
Implied lemon -0
Drowning in Lemon -3
Ch 8: Resist
Soapy fingers trailed along hard muscle, each dip and curve filling her with strange delight. Exploring Ulquiorra's body was ..Educational? She flushed several hues of red 'I'm simply cleaning myself is all...I just happen to be in Ulquiorra's body!' She slapped her soapy hands against her cheeks, eyes screwed shut as she groaned. All her anger for his arctic attitude, just faded like steam the moment she felt rivets of water trickle down her currently very male body.
" I can do this!" She rallied herself to begin the simple bathing process. 'This is normal, Ulquiorra did the same to my b-body.' If her face got any hotter she would boil the very water that she was cloaked in. 'Oh god he saw my body!' She wanted to cry again as her hands covered a currently, flat chest. She nibbled on her lip, her mind mulling over every detail 'Where did he touch, I'm still pure right.' With a whimper she tipped her head back into the spray letting the water drown out the persistent noise in her head. 'I can never be a bride.'
Her feet slapped against the tile with a wet squish as she ran the fluffy towel over her face several times. 'Standing in the water till you prune is considered clean right.' she mused as she began the arduous task of drying...other parts. As the soft down of the towel rubbed against muscle and taut sinew, Orihime had to learn to breath properly. Her breath coming in and out in desperate gasps 'I sound like a pervert.' She whimpered, touching his-her body felt both stimulating and completely sinful. She felt her face flush a deeper crimson, feeling intoxicated like she drank enough alcohol for bad decisions. She timidly pressed the towel lower 'Oh god oh god I'm about to touch his-."
She felt the world shift, a weakness in the knees that wasn't linked to girlish fantasies. Her eyes opened in horror, black spots danced along her vision and a clawing numbness began to spread to her extremities. 'His gigai is draining my energy again…'
" Ulquiorr-" Her voice faltered as she descended to the tile, her last thoughts before the world went black was why she didn't call for Kurosaki-kun.
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Warmth, he felt true warmth for the first time in ages. Ulquiorra knew what warmth was, understood the application and rudimentary science of it but experiencing it for the first time blew every explanation out of the water. If he was prone to his baser instincts he would press against the giving warmth and cradle it within the curve of his body. 'Odd' His brain supplied in a lethargic tone as the warmth shifted, a sound vibrating from its depths. His eyes couldn't open fast enough, pale white skin cool as marble graced his line of sight before peering up into two very startled and very familiar emerald eyes.
A shrill shriek exploded between them Orihime's mouth floundering as the scream died off into a sputtered squeak. Ulquiorra gingerly touched his ear feeling for blood. 'Her damn caterwauling could deafen any poor fool.' He grimaced shoving himself away from her, his eyes hard and murderous.
" Cease that nonsense!"
She puffed out her cheeks anger and annoyance danced through her eyes. " Your one to talk! Why are you in my bed with me?" a chill breeze drifted in from the cracked windows caressing her bare shoulders, chest and… Another powerful shriek echoed painfully in his ears. "Why am I not dressed!"
Orihime was mortified, no that word didn't cover it she needed a new word to explain the swirl of shame, embarrassment and multitude of other blush worthy emotions. 'How did this happen?' She gathered her comforter and sheets to her chest, hiding as much skin as she can behind her makeshift barrier.
"You fainted." Ulquiorra said simply again leveling a glare to her as she timidly looked up at him. " I thought you capable of maintaining my body's hygiene!"
He was seething mad, his thoughts a jumble of irritation and annoyance as he looked down upon his vulnerable looking body. It disgusted him to no end how oblivious the Onna was and to to top it off a hideous bruise marred his body's left shoulder.
"Your incompetence resulted in finding my body lying in a heap on the floor with nary a towel to hide my modesty"
" It's not my fault!" She wailed. " Ever since I've inhabited your body it feels like a constant drain on my spiritual energy!"
" My gigai is specific to my reiatsu, it was designed with my spiritual pressure in mind Onna." He held himself from barely, just barely rolling his eyes. " You need to exert more of your power for my gigai to abide your commands, as I have to be careful not to exert more within the confines of your body."
She gave him a confused look as she began to piece together his words."How can I when your power is beyond me!"
The urge to roll his eyes was strong within him, his already thin patience was becoming stretched to the breaking point. " You have more power then you realize Onna, you could do more with your Shun Shun Rikka if you're laid to rest your preconceived notion of violence." He sighed realizing the compliment on his tongue, she was powerful and could be devastatingly more if she didn't hold such a high moral ground on injuring others. " I on the other hand must be mindful of the power I exert, your body is not accustomed nor trained to contain my level."
Orihime stared down, engrossing herself in the the bespeckled colors of her comforter. She felt pride swell momentarily at his subtle praise, it felt good to feel that stroke to her pride but relinquishing her views on fighting wasn't something she wished to debate in the early hours of morning...at least without coffee in her system. She open her mouth to respond
" Look at me Onna."
Jumping ten feet in the air sounded like the perfect plan when she looked up to see a face that was once hers mere inches from her current one.
"I shall help train you to become acquainted with my body." His voice sounded husky in her ears, a slow burn ran along her spine tightening the muscles of her lower back, an overwhelming feeling of need began to throb from her bones to the apex of her thighs. Her mind felt like it was in a sensual fog as she looked at Ulquiorra, it wasn't her face she saw but his with those deep forest eyes and teal tear drips carved along his cheeks. An urge to touch him with fingers and lips echoed within her.
Ulquiorra gazed into his body's eyes feeling the Onnas heat, a vision of her lovely face ghosted over her current mask. Her spirit called to his in a delicious whisper, her very existence seduced him to lean forward. He could talk to her without the need for such close proximity but those drowning emotion swelled within pushing him forward. He could taste the heat of her breath and the sensation of their lips mere moments away from embracing.
*Shaka shaka*
A loud melodious tune erupted from the vibrating phone that skittered against her nightstand, effectively ripping the two apart. Orihime could feel the beat of her heart bouncing around in her ribs, the pulse racing along hers fingertips as she hastily reached for her phone too aware of Ulquiorra. She couldn't breath as her trembling fingers pressed to receive the call. 'D-did I almost just kiss Ulquiorra?' Her mind whispered as she both thanked and regretted the sudden interruption.
Ulquiorra puffed out the breath he held as he removed himself from her bed, his own heart beat drowning out the Onna's movements as he ambled back to the couch with every last drop of grace and pride he could muster. He slumped his body in the most ungraceful manner, appearances be damned he nearly embraced the Onna. With uncharacteristically jerky movements he scrubbed his face with his palms. 'That's not the first time you tried this.' Memories of last night flooded his mind.
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The flutter of the sheet released the subtle scent of plums in the air, sending those uncomfortable sparks through his body. That scent reminded him of Orihime, a sweet nectar like smell with subtle hints of tart, yes this was the Onna. He felt himself drawn in as a wet slamm reverberated from the deathly quiet bathroom.
"Orihime!" He shouted rushing through the door without any preamble, panic breath filled his chest with tight pinches. He stopped dead in his tracks as he looked upon his body sprawled out against the tile, the already pallid skin looked drained of color and white as marble. A cold sweat rolled down his back, the more he looked at the limp body the more he saw the voluptuous curves of the Onna taking form. He felt frantic as he reached for her, dragging her body into his arms as he cradled her like she was delicate porcelain. He pressed an open mouth kiss to her forehead feeling the stirrings of heat and life, timid fingers checked her pulse, the thrum of a heartbeat cooled his head.
"Orihime." He purred to himself brushing his cheek against her, shifting her weight he picked her up bridal style and nestled her head beneath his chin. 'My precious princess.'
He laid her upon the bed dragging the covers down before tucking her in, he felt no need to dress her the only thought that came to the fore was to protect. Protect and cherish, the cloying-gagging emotions ballooned in his throat choking him in its warmth. Feelings and emotions he would never voice nor acknowledge, they were his secret that he would lock away. The pride of being an espada would never allow such weakness to form but since his release into the world of living, his cold facade was slowly being chipped away. He clung to those last pieces of his former self with white knuckles needing it to define him, give him a purpose to draw breath. As Ulquiorra brushed his fingers along the curve of Orihime's face, he felt the beginnings of a new longing emerge and it scared him.
"What are you doing to me." He whispered his lips hovering above hers. " You are a handful, you live in a land of make believe and cannot adapt to the necessities of my body." His lips tenderly stroked her prone ones. "And yet I yearn for you Onna."
"Hmmm Uqu-kkk." He tasted the stumble of her words waking him to the guilt that wrapped around his heart like a wreath. He moved back feeling exhaustion deep in his bones, he laid his body down next to hers wanting to observe and feel assured she was fine. The dropping of his eyes should've been his warning to leave but the warmth of another surrounding him, lulled him to sleep, a move his ears would soon reap the rewards of.
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"Hello, no this is- wait no no!" The deep baritone of his voice pitched from the bedroom as Orihime frantically responded to the caller. Ulquiorra raised his eyebrow a small margin as he gathered himself from his thoughts and composed himself upon the couch.
" Ulquiorra!" She rushed out throwing her bedroom door open with a loud slam, the boxers he provided her with hung low on built hips. He looked up as she contorted his once regal features into pinched apprehension.
" What is it Onna." He asked gently feeling no energy for barbs and the like, he was drained in more ways than one.
" I-i Forgot I'm still in your body and don't sound like me!" She mumbled "I answered my phone and it-it was Kurosaki-kun!"
Ulquiorra did not like where this was going, a heavy feeling coiled in the pit of his stomach. 'Whiskey, vodka and advil would that be a deadly cocktail." He mused before giving his curt reply
"And?'
" Kurosaki-kun is on is way here right now!"
Thus concludes ch 8, I hope it met some expectations it wasn't super sexy but I don't feel that they are at the point where they could 'teach' each other the intimate workings of their bodies just yet. I wanted to give you all a lemon in ch 9 but it might be a few more chapters.
Originally this was gonna be 15 chapters plus a short sequel but it's looking more like 20 + chapters with a sequel, so stick with me more hilarity to come and of course a spice of angst to get them to realize that love can bloom in the most unexpected circumstances :)
BTW I was trying to show that they are seeing each other's souls projected while being in each others bodies otherwise it would feel and sound weird to want to makeout with your own face
Please read review let me know what I can improve on