Not really sure why this site won't let me correct some of the mistakes on the first couple of chapters *sighs* I am thankful for all that have stuck this long on the very first fanfic that I have written. I am getting better (I hope) and please any constructive criticism is always welcome. Thank you so much for reading and any reviews are welcome (no pressure). Also, I in school and I have a lot of papers to write this semester, so I am lagging behind on this, my sincerest apologies.

*I do not own Bleach…sadly…cause it would quickly turn into romantic anime/manga.

Chapter 4

Orihime had finally calmed down after the very confusing episode with Ulquiorra. She didn't understand why he had done that to her, had she done something to upset him? Why was he so concerned about Grimmjow? And why did it matter if she did in fact, feel, a strong attraction to him? These feelings were new to her, when her heart used to beat for Ichigo, it had only recently changed its tune to another person's attentions. She didn't know what to do, but the incident only confirmed to her that she was much more interested in Grimmjow than she had previously thought. She felt bad for Ulquiorra. She didn't want him upset at her, especially since he was the one who had been entrusted with her care. She decided that she would try to talk to him about the situation and see if they could come to some sort of resolution. She hoped that he would actually listen to her.

Her mind kept going back to what he had said about knowing the answer. Just what did he mean by that? She felt a tiny chill crawl up her spine. She crossed her fingers and hoped that he wouldn't do anything rash. Cradling herself even more than before, she wanted sleep to envelop her again, to take her away from all the confusion that she was feeling. Her head ached and steady tears that silently ran down her cheek. As she was drifting off into oblivion, she faintly felt a presence outside her door, her mind weary, decided to ignore it.

The soft rap persisted. I must be dreaming…would have been the last thought in her conscious mind if she hadn't heard the knock again, this time, much louder. Orhime's eyes fluttered open yet she didn't move. Maybe if she ignored it, it would go away. The hard knock on the door made her abruptly rise; she slowly turned her head away from the couch and looked toward the door. Sliding her legs off of the couch, she slowly rose and cautiously walked toward the alabaster slab that covered the entrance of her room. Experience had taught her to slowly approach doors in Hueco Mundo, since certain Arrancars had demented ways of entering a room. "Who is it?"

"It's me beautiful, open up!" Without warning, Orihime's tummy flip-flopped at the sound of his voice. Standing several feet away, she looked around hoping to find something to cover herself and make herself appear more presentable. Quickly grabbing the light comforter, she twirled around until it covered her entire body. "Let me open the door okay? Don't try opening it yourself this time." She thought she heard him chuckle.

She placed her hand on the knob and slowly opened the door. Light burned her eyes having been accustomed to the darkness. As she tried to focus on the individual in front of her, her eyes slowly adjusted to the luminous light from the hallway. She noticed how the light surrounded his face and well sculptured body, creating a brightly radiant effect. Oh, he almost looks angelic, she thought. Her eyes gazed at him as his left arm rested on the door frame supporting his leaning body. "Can I come in?" Orihime stood there, as if frozen in time, her eyes continued to absorb the bright aura that was being created by the tall Espada standing before her.

Grimmjow looked at the petite woman, whose eyes had glazed over, staring back at him with her mouth hanging open. "How do ya' manage to look so fuckin' cute when making a face like that, huh?" he cracked. He reached his hand toward her face and placed his index finger and his thumb on her chin and closed her mouth. Orihime felt her face turn three shades of red and she wasn't sure as to why her body was accelerating in heat, wrapping the blanket around her now seemed like a bad idea. "Oh, hahaha, uh…come in." She stepped back and made some space for him to walk through.

"So why the hell ya' dressed up as a ghost? Were ya plannin' on scarin' me?" Orihime looked blankly at him. "Oh, I am wearing my blanket because, uh…I was cold?" she said sheepishly. Grimmjow turned and looked at her and with his hand in his pockets he slowly walked to where she was standing. He could smell her sweet perspiration; it faintly reminded him of morning dew. He never realized how much it agreed with him, her nervousness toward him, and it simply amused him to no end. He leaned toward her, his face inches away from her, his intense sapphire eyes penetrating her own, which created an intense heat on her face that proliferated all the way down to her stomach. "You're going to melt under there, Orihime." The deep, breathy voice noted.

It took everything within her to turn away, her mind couldn't grasp all the new sensations, fluttering, and dizzying feelings she had when this…this...Arrancar was around her, especially this close to her. The source of her anxiousness slowly returned to his original posture and started walking away from her.

"He looked pretty fucking pissed off. What'd ya' say to him?" Grimmjow asked as he reached the couch, turned and plopped himself on it.

Orihime looked a little confused. "You mean Ulquiorra? I-uh, not really sure," she found that she could breathe a little easier now that he had given them space. She decided to loosen the comforter around her letting it fall away from her head so her auburn hair was now exposed. She was relieved that the air was now cooling her warm skin.

He studied the blush that had permanently stained her face. He tried to memorize those features, just the way she was right now. The innocence, the purity in her eyes, her fragility and yet, there was so much strength within her as well.

As he remembered as to how he had been watching her train many times, he had observed her movements as she fell when fighting, and her facial expressions when she got crushed by Loly or Melony, how her legs would shake when she could no longer stand; his mind had recorded her cries of pain every time she got hit. The thing that stood out to him the most was that, she kept going. Every time she fell, no matter how hurt she was, she would rise and she would continue to fight. Her strength of will was just another item that had been unintentionally added to the unwritten list of reasons as to why he was so attracted this girl.

Ulquiorra had been a sneaky little bastard trying to keep her away from him. Aizen had called upon him to let him know that Orihime's training was something that would benefit all of them and distracting her would only delay her progress. Tattle tale little shit, he thought. The irony of it all was that that little bastard was intrigued by his prey, no not prey, that word no longer suited her…she was more than that now. He was pretty sure that Ulquiorra also took notice of all her qualities, too. It created a thicker layer of new hatred toward that Arrancar. Grimmjow, never been one to delay to take action, when he was sure of something, he went after it, no matter who or what got in the way. That was one of the reasons he went after that stupid berry to begin with, too bad that he had been stopped by Tousen.

Grimmjow didn't worry about Ulquiorra's level of power though; fighting was in his blood it was instinctual and incredibly gratifying. He had no choice, he had to enjoy it, he had to savor each moment that all of his opponents died by his hand, he didn't know any other way to live. His survival was something that brought him to the exact moment that he was in today. The unequivocal moment that he absolutely knew that he had to have her essence, her voluptuous body and be the only one to swim in her immeasurable inner strength. Even though he enjoyed the chase, he couldn't deny that he wanted her to want him, too.

How many times had he ever let his guard down he thought? Possibly once, when the decision was made to eat his fellow adjuchas, and he was determined to remain a hard ass, even though the decision pained him. Losing your comrades? All for the sake of strength and survival, what a joke! That is why he agreed to join Aizen, to let his so called knights live because it was the honorable thing to do. Grimmjow quickly understood that Aizen was going to fall hard from the very high tower he was building for himself, so he stuck around and just mostly watched on the sidelines until the appropriate opportunity arose. Now that his companions were gone, the only distraction that he had was fighting that lame ass fairy, Ichigo.

Yet, for the second time in his existence he was doing something that even surprised him. Until after she stepped into the picture and healed him, he understood as to why her friends were so determined to help her. They had at one point, he concluded, been healed by her. Something within her healing technique left a residue of her very essence, her scent, her purity. He wasn't able to identify it when she first healed him he felt incredibly troubled after, but as he studied her during those long training sessions. He could feel her within him. He needed to protect her. The evening when he stole those moments of her sleeping and he breathed her scent, he had the epiphany that she was the missing piece of this fucked up puzzle called an existence. That new found realization had startled and unnerved him.

It had gotten very quiet, the heaviness of the silence hung in the air like a heavy fog. A mixture of tension and unknown feelings screamed to be wrung dry. Orihime's shaky breaths could be heard within the room as was the only sound that seemed to be picked up by Grimmjow's ears. He slowly leaned forward and placed his forearms on his knees, making him appear very relaxed.

"Come here."

Orihime gulped and wiped one hand at a time on the side of her dress and slowly walked toward the Arrancar sitting on her couch. The rustling sound of the comforter which trailed behind her disturbed the silence in the room. Orihime reached the awaiting cerulean haired male and stood before him as if awaiting further instructions. Brown eyes concentrated on blue ones as the rising figure stood and towered over her delicate frame. He brought up his hand and placed the back of his fingers against her exquisite cheek, then moving his hands to her shoulders, he slowly brought down the thick barrier. The comforter pooled around Orihime. Her skin was grateful to finally breathe again, she could feel a droplet of sweat slowly rolling down from her neck and trailing down between her breasts. Grimmjow examined the voluptuous body standing in front of him. How she could still be pure with an enticing body like that was beyond him but he still felt a sense of relief that not a single bastard in this place had tried to steal that away from her. The white, thin, cottony, empire style night gown reached to her ankles. He looked down toward her exquisitely shaped mounds and made out the dark patches that peaked through the dress due to her perspiration from the blanket being wrapped around her. The sight of that caused a strong stir within his loins and he had to fight for control. He wanted to ravage her but he was not going to ruin this opportunity by behaving the way had behaved before. He wanted it to be consensual.

Placing his hand on her face, their eyes met again. His fingers began to trace the outline of her dainty features and stopped at her lips. He thought of how the color that saturated her lips reminded him of those tiny crimson rosebuds he had seen once seen in Karakura Town. Eyes still connected, he slowly leaned his head down and stopped a few centimeters before reaching her parting lips. "Orihime, "he whispered. He felt her small hands touch his, which now framed her face. She stood on her tip toes until her lips made contact with his. She wanted this, wanted him. The sweetness of her mouth was incredible, he gently caressed her lips with his own and as her lips parted a little more he inserted his tongue to meet hers and thus began the passionate war between them. Bodies closed in on each other and pressed together. Their heavy gasps for breath began to harmonize with each other. Gently sucking on her bottom lip made her press her well endowed chest even closer to his.

He wanted to explore everything about this girl. The curves and valleys of her body were journeys that his hands wanted to take and he wanted to get lost in them. A small moan escaped through Orihime's lips. She could feel the fire inside her body being fueled by the intense heat created between them. Her hands reached to gently pull and grasp his hair, which created a soft growling reaction from Grimmjow. His hands groped and searched. Placing his hands on her perfectly shaped ass, he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she continued to taste him and even though she was not experienced, she followed his examples and she proved to be a great learner.

Slowly turning, he carefully placed Orihime on the couch. Pulling back, he took a moment to look at her; she was flushed and short of breath. Her hands lay delicately above her, framing her head. The back drop of auburn hair seemed to intensify the ivory color of her skin. He leaned in and kissed her again, he then deserted her lips and kissed her chin. He began nipping and kissing her on the neck and collar bone. Grimmjow was sick of the barrier that separated them, so he grabbed the top of her night gown with his hands and tore it down the middle, leaving her exposed. The sudden forcefulness made Orihime gasp. He quickly glanced at her and he took his hand and placed it on her face, leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers. Orihime relaxed.

Grimmjow slowly pulled away and returned back to the exploration of her body. He was struggling for control, but he didn't want to rush through this, he wanted to taste every inch of her, caress her, and wanted to be intoxicated by her. Placing his hands on her ivory pillows, he gently massaged them. Orihime felt a surge of electricity run through her body when he placed his hands on her breasts. She could feel her knees grow a little weak and she didn't want him to stop. Placing his lips on her tender spots, he suckled and lightly bit her until he moved on to the next one and continued to do the same.

"Oh, Grimmj-oh, please!"

He played with her a little longer and began his quest further south. He placed sweet kisses on her smooth stomach and flicked his tongue on her skin. He sat up and grabbed her right leg, sliding his hands up; he began to massage and kiss her tiny foot tenderly. As he continued to plant kisses on her ankle and calf, a smile appeared on his face as he noticed Orihime caressing her own mounds. He took the other leg when he was done exploring the first and began his initiation on it. The sounds of Orihime's heavy pants made Grimmjow's member incredibly hard. Yet, there was one last place that he wanted to visit before he satisfied himself.

Placing her leg beside him, he caressed and kissed her pelvic area and slowly pulled on her white cotton panties, until they slipped off completely. Seeing her disrobed made his pulse quicken. He proceeded to pull his jacket off and then threw it on the floor followed by his hakama. The very sight of Grimmjow's completely bare body made Orihime pause. Never one to be enticed into looking at nudity and she considered herself a bit of a prude, yet seeing his tall sculpted body leaning so close to hers quickly made her think of things that made her blush. She was thrown off when he leaned and felt the sudden touch of his lips on her delicate folds. When he tasted her, his taste buds became overjoyed as they finally tasted what they had been wanting for a long time.

"Ah-"Orihime bit her bottom lip to contain the moans building inside her throat. She reached her hand to his hair and held on tightly.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down toward him as he began to kiss her pink bud. He maneuvered his tongue so that he flicked her love button rapidly, then slowing down his pace and gently sucking on it. Changing his movements now and then he would lap, suck and very lightly bite. The steady sounds of her heavy breathing only made Grimmjow want her more. He loved tasting the juices that seeped out of her. How his hardness was throbbing, he wanted to pleasure her in so many ways that he could hardly stand it.

He placed his hand flat on her soft and delicate button and put a bit of pressure and moved his hand side to side to create a different sensation for her. The moans that Orihime was trying to contain began to flow quickly out of her mouth.

"Ooh, Grimmjow! Ah!" She repeated his name over and over in half breaths knowing that the anticipation of something greater would ensue.

Orihime felt as if her body was flying through the clouds, she had never known that such wonderful feelings existed within her. The desire was intensifying all the more as she felt him place his mouth on her again, she felt pressure within her opening as he placed a finger inside her and gently pumped. Gasping for air and feeling as if her body was going to go into convulsions, she slowly began to close her legs around Grimmjow's head. She felt herself gently stretched, as he placed an additional finger into her and stimulated her a little faster and deeper while he continued to kiss her folds.

Moving her head side to side, she could not hold on the feeling much longer, she was going to scream with joy or with desperation for more, she was unsure of which one. Her chest rose slowly as she felt an unknown feeling that felt like an explosion of massive proportion burst inside her body. Squeezing her legs tightly around Grimmjow, Orihime let the last tiny mewl escape her lips. Her hands fell limply beside her face and for the first time in a long time she felt incredibly happy. The Espada watched her in wonder and he smiled, he rose up to meet her and sealed his lips tenderly around hers. "Did you like that, Orihime?"

The sexiness of his voice between kisses, made her smile and she shivered under him. Slowly wrapping her arms around his neck, "I never knew that this feeling could ever be so, so…so powerful." Her reply only made him smile wider. Leaning in, he began to passionately kiss her. He gave her one last passionate kiss. "Fuck, we are not done, yet."

Orihime's eyes opened abruptly. The pressure that she had felt before did not compare to the new sensation she was feeling now. Grimmjow slowly inserted the tip of his rod so her body could slowly accustom itself to it. He felt Orihime's arms tighten around him. Leaning in and placing kisses around her face and mouth distracted Orihime from the deep and slow plunge of Grimmjow's large cock inside her. As he continued to massage her tongue, he started to move at an unhurried pace. Orihime's low and sensual moans were trapped between their kisses. The warmth that encircled his love muscle sent chills up and down his spine and he felt an intense pressure building within his chest as he shared this moment with her. Looking at her and being one with her began to trigger the already intense feeling that he had for her, to something that he couldn't describe. If the idea of being merging into one being was possible, Grimmjow definitely wanted that with the delicate person underneath him.

A deep moan escaped his lips as he began to slowly increase his speed, the sudden rise of her hips meeting his came as a surprise to him. The two bodies began a steady rhythm and moans and kisses filled the air within the room. Grimmjow began to thrust deeper and harder as his desire for her intensified. Orihime's moans of approval only encouraged him more. He suddenly stopped and without parting, he grabbed Orihime's hips and pulled her up with him as he sat down on the couch and she was now straddling him. He began to suckle her breasts and kneading them with his large hands, he thrust his pelvis upward which made her bounce a little and she yelped, being in this position made Orihime feel all of Grimmjow's hard and thick glory inside her. He brought his hands to her hips and slowly maneuvered her up and down for a while then forward and backward. She began to initiate control when she felt that feeling inside her intensify again. She knew now, what was waiting for her at the end of this particular road and she couldn't wait. Her body began to increase in speed and Grimmjow was in awe at the sight before him. Their arms intertwined on each other's bodies as they both felt their feelings begin to overflow with ecstasy and they continued their rapid movements until they both reached their peaks together. Grimmjow's hips rose a final time to give Orihime once last delicious and forceful plunge as the last of his seed released within her.

The heavy panting dissipated a little as their hearts beats began to decrease in speed. Still wrapped around each other, Grimmjow, whose face was buried between Orihime's two treasures, lazily looked up at her. She quickly looked down to him with a very satisfied grin on her face. "I believe I am the one who is supposed to grin like that beautiful."

"Not tonight you don't, Grimmjow." Making her grin turn into a big smile. "Grimmjow?"

"Yeh?"

"What's going to happen to-uh," she stopped midsentence as if unsure of what to say or how to say it. She suddenly felt worried and she held on to him a little tighter.

"Us, you mean?"

Orihime bit her bottom lip and looked down. Bringing a hand to her chin and lifting a little he pulled her in for a small and gentle kiss. "I have a plan, Orihime. You will just have to trust me, okay?"

"O-okay. Everything has changed since I've met you. I had a purpose to just help my friends. But now," she paused "I am not sure anymore, everything looks so-so grim." Orihime responded sincerely. He returned her stare with those deep blue eyes.

"Indeed it does Orihime…indeed it does."