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She blinked back tears, trying to understand just what she was seeing. "Y-You...you can't be here. I watched you disappear into nothing!" Her heart beat faster as she watched the ghost at the door, standing in his customary pose, his hands inside the deep pockets of his hakama.

"And yet, here I stand. If you do not believe that I am corporeal, then I am not sure how to make you see what is before you." The raven haired Espada spoke in a soft tone, his emerald eyes meeting hers without waver.

Her feet moved without her knowledge, and soon found herself directly in front of him. "If you're here, then where is your cracked mask? That's not on your head!" Orihime wanted to touch the left side of his head, for there was no white Hollow mask there, nor could she see his Hollow hole, but that was no surprise to her. He wore his jacket zipped up, but she was still wary.

Closing his eyes, she saw the black markings that went along his upper lid, as well as along his water line, barely hearing him sigh. "Onna, do you really need for me to explain why that is no longer there?"

"I..." She could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks, becoming embarrassed for not realizing why her question was not a valid one. Reaching up, she could feel the warmth radiating off of him, but still could not bring herself to touch his body. "I'm not sure."

His eyes snapped open as he took a step closer to her. "If you must ask why my mask is no longer there, perhaps the better question for you to ask is why am I no longer in the last form you saw me?"

Gasping, her eyes widened. "That's right! You don't have your..." The word 'wings' caught in her throat, the memory still so fresh in her mind. His barely formed leg and arm, the damage too much for him to regenerate any more. How, at that moment, she knew she had to see him again, and would never look at the substitute shinigami the same way she had for so many years. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the Espada move his lips.

"Are you frightened of me?"

Now she wasn't sure if this was a trick of her mind, or if he had spoken those words just now. The last words he had spoken to her directly made her stop, the silence deafening. She stopped breathing, she stopped thinking. All she could do was look at him, with her mouth barely open. Knowing that what she was about to do would go against everything in her mind, but she could not stop herself. Crossing that last distance between the two of them, Orihime placed a hand on his cheek, shivering as she touched the alabaster skin, her vibrant green fingernail touching the line of green that ran the length of his cheek, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she found that he was indeed real. "No, I'm not frightened of you," she whispered softly, fascinated as he turned his face towards her hand.

"You should be." His lips touched the palm of her hand, making her weak in the knees. "I am not sure why I have this form once more, as you saw me disappear with your own eyes." She could hear his hands rustling in his pants, almost a nervous gesture.

As the shock of his lips on her palm began to wear off, she looked at him. "Why...why did you just do that?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, her heart still beating fast within her ribcage. She felt as if she were hyperventilating, and really hoped that it didn't sound that way, as she didn't want him to know he had this effect on her.

"Isn't that what you humans call a kiss?" His head lifted, his emerald eyes glancing up into hers. Orihime gave a small nod of her head, her face becoming flushed at how innocent he sounded. "Is that not what you want, Onna?"

Her eyelids fell closed, as she felt his lips dance over her hand once more. "I...I don't know what I want..."

"But you came back here for a reason, yes?" Ever the persistent know-it-all, his lips paused mid-kiss to ask her the question she knew had been coming.

Orihime turned around, pulling her hand away from him. "I don't know why I came back." Wandering over to the small window, she looked past the bars and stared up at the backwards crescent moon. "I didn't feel like I belonged anymore back in my world. I felt like a stranger. I had nothing to speak of to the people I had once called 'friends'." She tried not to squeak when she felt the weight of his hand pressing on her right shoulder. Keeping her eyes towards the moon, Orihime attempted to not think of the person that seemed to be moving closer and closer to her body. She whispered softly, "Did you really do something to me? Is that why I can't seem to stop thinking of this place?"

"I do not know why you would think that we did something to you." His other hand pulled the hair that had fallen over her left shoulder to lay against her back, the gentle movement forcing her eyes to close tightly. "Onna...you said you were not frightened..." Orihime bit her lower lip more as the coolness of his breath touched the side of her neck, on the minimal flesh that was exposed.

Releasing her lower lip, she stood tall. "I'm not." She kept her head held high, refusing to let her gaze waver, as she stared at the darkened sky. "I..."

"Would it make you feel more comfortable if we were to retire from this room?"

The simple question wasn't one she had been anticipating. "But where would we go?" Curiosity getting the better of her, she turned and looked at him. Her chest bumped into his accidentally, as she hadn't realized just how close he had been standing to her. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She tried to move backwards, but as close as she had been standing to the barred window, she had very limited space, and only bumped into the wall. Her eyes grew wide once more as she watched her former captor moved closer to her. "Please..." she whispered, boring holes into his emerald eyes.

"Please, what, Onna...?" He moved back closer to her, their chests touching once more. "If you are not frightened, then what is the matter?"

"You," she whispered, her resolve finally breaking. "You're what's the matter."

"Me?" His left eyebrow lifted up. "How am I the issue?" He raised his right arm, placing his palm against the wall, just above Orihime's left shoulder. "Please explain to me why you think that I am the problem." His left hand soon was placed on the opposite side of her head, keeping her trapped against the wall.

Opening her mouth to answer, she felt the words catch in her throat, unable to speak at all. With him being so near to her, after being gone for what felt like an eternity, her mind stopping working as her heart took over. She barely focused on his emerald eyes as her lids fell closed once more, and as she was about to close the gap between the two of their lips, he moved first, beating her to it. The butterflies that had been present in her stomach on the trip to this world came back in full force, as she felt her breath leave her body as their lips collided for the first time

She had never kissed anyone on the lips before, and had no idea if what she was doing was appropriate or not. But she didn't think it mattered, as this man shouldn't even be here right now, and was not a normal human to begin with. As their lips touched, she perceived that his lips were initially cool, but after a few soft pecks, they were soon the same temperature as her own. Orihime felt her body tremble as a low moan came from her captor, as his hand became entangled in her hair. Sighing softly, her lips parted as she let her body mold into his, her chest pressing against his once more. Her hands were balled up into fists, unsure of what she should be doing. Moving her lips against his, it was exactly what she had wanted deep down in her heart to have always happened, but she had been too afraid to show him. Too blind by her love of the substitute shinigami to allow her to feel anything towards her captor. But the moment he left her, she knew that he was the person that had captivated her heart. Another soft sigh flitted past her lips, as she felt his hand hold the back of her head gently. And then, something happened.

One moment, their lips were touching, and the next...she felt something wet and slippery against her tongue. Her eyes flew open as she realized he was french kissing her, his eyes still closed, a look of what appeared to be contentment on his face. Orihime tried to stop her nerves from getting the best of her, and closed her eyes once more, letting him lead the dance of their tongues touching each other. She could feel wetness in her panties, making an effort to not think about what it was, but she knew. From her biology class in the seventh grade, she knew what was happening. The more his tongue touched hers, the more she could feel the wetness increasing. Just the feel of his hand on her head had made her body react that way. Feeling her chest beginning to constrict, she realized she was running out of air fast, and gently broke off the kiss, panting softly.

"U-Ulquiorra..." She moaned softly. The Espada clearly was not ready to be finished, the soft feel of his lips suddenly grazing the side of her neck. Unballing her fists, she placed both of her hands on his shoulders, surprised by how muscular he felt.

He lifted his head, looking at her with heated eyes. "Orihime, let me move us to another room?"

"H-Hai." The word had scarcely left her mouth, when his arms picked her up and with the blink of an eye, they were no longer in her room. She pressed her head against his chest, keeping away from where she knew his Hollow hole was, hoping that wherever he was taking her, it wouldn't take very long. She didn't like traveling at this fast speed, with no control over it. She also didn't care to be reminded of the destruction that was all over the place, that memory still so very strong.

It felt like an eternity had passed since he had taken her away from her soundless prison, and set her back down on terra firma. Looking around, the room was almost identical to the one she had been in. "It isn't much, but I know that you were never taken to this room during your stay with us. I thought it would make you feel more at ease." Ulquiorra began to place his hands back in his pockets, but as soon as her hand reached out and wrapped around his wrist, he stopped. Looking down, he stared at her hand. "What are you doing?"

"I only have so much time here," Orihime's soft lilt forced his eyes upwards. "I don't want you to close yourself off from me, when you just took my breath away back there." She moved her hand down, pressing her palm against his own, not bothered by how cool his touch was. "Where did you bring me?"

"My room."

Now she was more interested in taking a look around, but didn't want to seem to be too excited. Keeping her cool facade, she kept her palm against his and took a quick look around. There was a picture on the wall that made her heart stop. Not caring what he would say, she dropped his hand and walked over to it, picking it up to look at it. "That's strange..."

"What is, onna?"

As he slipped back into his old habit, she pulled the picture off the wall and examined it. "I didn't know that a picture like this could be taken." The picture was of her, using Santen Kesshun, in the park back in Karakura Town. When she had first encountered the man next to her.

"Yes, you would be correct. However, Szayelaporro was able to produce an image supplied by my mind's eye, and created this." He took the picture from her hands and placed it back on the wall, pressing it firmly so that it would not fall off. "Is there anything else you would like to ask about my room?"

A slight blush scattered across her cheeks. "No..." She replied with a slight hesitancy.

"I have a question for you, then." Black hair rested on both sides of his nose. He walked over towards another part of the room, where a curtained off four posted bed was placed. He pulled back a panel of sheer curtaining, revealing a rather large bed. The bed was covered by what appeared to be a fluffy obsidian comforter, with black pillow cases. "Would you like to make yourself more comfortable, Orihime?"

Weak in the knees once more from how he said her name, she gave a small nod of her head and walked as casually as she could to the bed. A part of her wanted to take a running leap, to see if the comforter was as soft as it looked, but didn't want to make a fool of herself. Instead, she hopped up onto the bed as gracefully as she could, as it was high off the ground. She squeaked when she felt Ulquiorra's arms on her waist, helping her up further on the bed. "I...I can manage!" Her cheeks were now a vivid red.

"Of course," the Espada removed his hands from her waist. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I will not sit on the bed, if it makes you nervous."

Giggling to break the tension that was suddenly thick in the air, she pushed herself backwards, her back now resting comfortably against the plethora of pillows that she hadn't seen from the angle she had been standing in. "I don't want to be in your bed without you, silly!" Hearing the words leave her mouth left her slightly mortified, but it instantly went away when she saw a small smile appear on the Espada's face.

"Will it make you uncomfortable, though?" His knee touched the bed, the curtain falling back into its place, leaving them in their own private hideaway.

Orihime took a deep breath, and grunted softly as she shook her head. "No. Well, everything is already making me very uncomfortable, but that's because I've never done any of this before. I've never kissed someone, I've never been in someone else's bed, I've never been this excited and nervous at the same time. I've never -"

She quit speaking when a cool finger was placed against her lips, the black polish on the nail just barely visible in her line of sight. "Onna, you are rambling." The blush returned once more as she closed her eyes, trying to hide away from his penetrating gaze. He lowered his finger from her lips and picked up her hand. "Why are your nails this way?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Orihime said without thinking. She watched him as he stared at her nails, examining each one carefully. It was her turn to smile, as she watched him continue to examine both of her hands. "It may not be the exact same color, but it's as close as I could find at the store I went to."

"Color?" He spoke softly. "What do you mean that it is not the exact same?" He held up her hand to his face, staring back at her. "Does it not look the same?"

Her eyes focused between both her hand and the small emerald strips that ran down from his eyes, and saw that the shade she had picked was almost exact. "I...I guess I picked better than I thought."

"How much time do you have here?" Ulquiorra took her hand, placing a soft kiss in the palm of her hand. Shivering at the sensual touch, she stared at him with bright eyes, trying to remember how to speak. His warm breath caressed her palm as he continued to pepper her palm with more kisses.

Shaking her head, she kept her hand absolutely still. "I...I'm not sure. When I arrived, I had 24 hours. But I have no idea how much time has passed. Why? Are you going to disappear before then?" Orihime's voice pitched higher on her last question, without her being able to stop it. She didn't want him to go yet!

"I am not sure," he replied, gently easing her to lay back on the pillows. She followed willingly, no resistance in her body whatsoever. "I don't remember when I came back to this form. It may have been an hour, it may have been a week."

With her bright chestnut eyes, she took his hand and gently placed it at the top of her breasts. Meeting his emerald eyes, he began to unclasp the jacket she had put on over her corset, her heart beating unbelievably loud in her ears. "Are you frightened?"

The words washed over her body as she suddenly felt nothing but bliss at what she was experiencing. "No, I'm not," she spoke softly, arching up off the bed to help him pull off the skirt off. With the top layers gone, there was nothing stopping him from removing more of her clothes. She wasn't frightened, but nervous. Nervous and scared, for that fear of never having doing something like this before was still plaguing her thoughts.

"What is it you're thinking about, Onna?" Ulquiorra asked, his hands barely brushing the top of her breasts. The use of what she had come to like as her nickname was said was a gentle kindness, rather than the snarky way he would normally enunciate it. Immediately, she felt more at ease, with that simple phrase. "Would you rather I remove a piece of clothing first, before I continue?"

Reaching up with an unsteady hand, Orihime touched the top of his jacket collar, gently pulling down on the zipper. Taking a few steady breaths, she pulled it towards his sternum, and saw that his Hollow hole was still where it had been before, looking as it had before he had changed into that form she watched him disappear as. "Are you here because you were able to regenerate?" She knew that it had to have been a foolish question, but she couldn't stand the silence that had come over the both of them. She stared unabashedly at his Hollow hole, as she removed his jacket, exposing his alabaster chest. There was nothing there, no blackness flowing from the hole, and that pressure she had felt, when he had turned into his other form was not there. The jacket was set on the side of the bed, where the Espada pushed it off the side of the bed.

"I am not certain." He laid down next to her on the bed, compelling her to turn and lay on her side to face him. "Orihime, I would like to ask you one more question."

She watched his black stained upper lip as her name was spoken. "H-Hai...?"

"Please do not mind me if I am being too forward, but I would rather like it if you and I could make relations."

Stated so matter of fact, Orihime began giggling at the absurdity of it all. Finally at peace within herself, the giggles continued to escalate until she was in tears, the warm liquid streaming from the sides of her eyes as the entire situation hit her over the head. Gasping for breath, she tried to calm down her fit, but with the stern look in her captor's eyes, they came back full force.

"Onna, why are you laughing? I thought it was a valid question. If the thought of relations with me is making you laugh in this manner, why are you laying on my bed with me? I thought that this would be the perfect indicator of what I'd like to do with you and your body."

Still the giggles kept leaving her mouth, with Mr. Serious all upset at her joyous laughter, which made her laugh even harder. Maybe it was her nerves finally kicking in, or perhaps it was genuine happiness. It had been so long since she had laughed in this manner, Orihime wasn't quite sure. Finally getting herself under control, she wiped the tears from her face and smiled at him. "I'm laughing because you're so formal and serious. It's weird and off putting, and it makes me laugh." Leaning over, she kissed his pursed lips meekly, hoping she hadn't already ruined everything. She felt his lips soften at once, and soon found herself being pulled closer to his body.

She felt his hand on the back of her corset, unhooking each hook. Her heart sped up as his cool fingers finally touched her bare back. Moaning softly into the kiss, she parted her lips and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, silently asking permission to deepen their kiss. A low groan was heard as his lips parted for her, Orihime gently pushing her tongue inside of his mouth. If I keep my mind occupied I won't think about what's...her thoughts trailed off as the garment was pulled away from her body, their tongues still touching each other languishly. There was nothing that separated their two bodies, except for a small space.

Ulquiorra broke off the kiss with ease as he placed his left hand on her lower back, pulling her to be against him. She shivered as her breasts touched his pale chest, the coolness of his skin a relief on her hot skin. "Would you prefer to be under the blankets, Orihime?" Their eyes locked for a moment as she answered his question with a small nod. He reached beneath the pillows and pulled the blankets down, lifting them high for her to scoot under.

"Arigatou," she whispered as she got beneath the warmth of the blankets. She kept her eyes on him, and was relieved when he got beneath the blankets with her. "Are you...?"

Lowering his head, he kissed her neck softly. "If you are worried about my next course of action, do not be. I will not do anything to harm you. I plan on making your body feel alive, as you made me feel."

Orihime moaned softly, tilting her head to the side as she gave him more room to do as he pleased. "I'm not worried, Ulquiorra..." She felt his teeth graze the side of her neck as she said his name. "Please...continue...?"

"I will, Orihime."

His lips began to travel down her neck, before stopping at her clavicle. His tongue began to lap at the hollow of her neck, the soft touches of his tongue sending more tremors through her body. She gasped as she felt a cool hand finally touch the one area she had been hoping he would explore. He lifted up her right breast, fondling it gently, her pert nipple resting in the palm of his hand. As he moved his hand a little, Orihime moaned audibly as she tried to push her breast back into his hand, the feeling of how her nipple rubbed against his cool palm had felt exquisite. His lips stayed against her neck, as he began to knead her right breast, her moans increasing in volume at the soft caresses of his hand.

Clenching her hands on the bed sheet, Orihime arched her back in further hopes of feeling more of his hand. As she arched, the emerald-eyed Espada removed his lips from the base of her throat and soon kissed her sternum, in the exact spot where his Hollow hole was located. She moaned softly, and removed her right hand from its death grip on the sheet, and placed it on the back of his head, threading her fingers through his raven locks. She was surprised at how soft his hair was, and was soon pulling on it gently as his mouth found its way to her left breast.

A soft cry fell from her lips as her head fell backwards the moment his mouth encircled her nipple. Hoping that she wasn't being too forward with her hand in his hair, she just let her worries disappear and just allowed herself to feel. As his tongue swept across her nipple, his other hand showed diligent attention to her other breast, making the wetness between her thighs increase ten-fold. She knew she was moaning, could almost hear herself, but wasn't sure how loud she was being. Everything felt so good, that it didn't seem to bother her.

"Orihime, your voice," Ulquiorra said, lifting his head to look up at her. "You are enjoying this?" Meeting his gaze, she nodded her head yes, her fingers grasping his hair. She sighed sadly as his hand slid away from her breast, but shivered as his fingers danced along the side of her body. "I am going to remove your pants now." There was no question behind what he was saying to her, but she nodded her head in agreement.

His hand slipped beneath the black band of her hakama, and with two gentle tugs, removed everything from the lower half of her body. No skirt, no pants, no panties. Everything was gone, leaving her totally exposed. "Orihime," the Espada's lips pressed against her sternum once more. "May I pull back the blanket for just a moment, so that I may see your body?" She gave him her approval by a simple nod of her head, too nervous to speak.

The blanket lifted up, a quick draft making her body cold for a moment. But as she looked up at his face, any coldness she felt was gone and replaced by an indescribable heat. She laid her hands down on the bed, a small part of her mind tried to tell her to cover herself, but by placing her hands on the bed in that fashion, she could not listen. She felt more of that indescribable heat wash over her body as he looked at all of her, and only blushed a little when he beckoned her legs to part for him.

"True beauty, Onna..." Again, the name held no hostility, and gave her that familiar comfort as he looked between her thighs, staring at a part of her body that no one, man or woman, had ever seen. Just as she was reaching her threshold, the blanket fell back down, covering them both up. His lips found hers, kissing her softly as their bodies molded together. "Would you like it if I touched you down there, Onna...?"

"I would," Orihime nodded, her eyes half-lidded as her body began to run on pure adrenaline. She pulled him back towards her, kissing his lips, and within moments, a soft rub of her tongue against his before he pulled apart from her, leaving her panting softly.

Ulquiorra began to leave a soft trail of kisses down her body, pausing a moment to worship both of her breasts, drawing soft moans from Orihime's mouth. She looked down and felt her body shake as his lips kissed her right hip bone, then moved to kiss her left hip bone. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a little bit, so he could settle between them. Her eyes on his black nails, his hand disappeared as he laid flat on his stomach. He guided her to lift her knees up, gently wrapping his right arm over her left thigh.

The moment his tongue touched her inner folds, she let out a loud moan, shocked by how good it felt. The coolness of his tongue, intermixed with his warm breath on her mound was mindblowing. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the hand that disappeared from her view pry her folds apart, exposing her completely to him. Holding her breath, she cried out as his fingers stayed in place, allowing his tongue to lick along her center. "U-Ulquiorra!"

A low moan came from the Espada's throat as his tongue swept over her center more. She felt her body becoming hotter and hotter by the moment, and had no idea why. He moved his head, his lips now wrapping around the small folds at the top of her maidenhood, and began to suck gently. Her eyes flew open as her moans pitched higher the more he sucked on that particular spot on her body. She felt something slip inside of her, presumably his finger. Too many sensations at once was making her mind become muddled, attempting to focus on everything that was happening to her. As his finger moved inside of her, she gasped softly in pain, as he pushed past what had been her maidenhood.

"Do not worry, Orihime," Ulquiorra spoke softly, peppering the top of her mound with feather-like kisses, as his finger remained in her. "It is better that this happens this way."

A single tear slipped out of her eye, but she no longer felt any pain. "I...I understand," she moaned softly as she felt his finger go further inside of her. He added a second finger, the pain returning for an instant, before quickly subsidizing. She leaned her head back and whispered his name as his lips returned to the folds just above her folds. The Espada's tongue began to swirl around it, moaning low in his throat. The frequency of his moan made her insides shake and she cried out loudly as her body felt like it was going to burst. With one final push of his fingers inside of her, she suddenly found herself flying off into orbit, white appearing behind her eyes as every bit of her body shook from extreme pleasure.

The fingers that were inside of her slipped out of her, making her feel sad at the loss. With a sweep of his tongue, he lapped up some of her release, paying special attention to her center. She wantonly moaned as he began to push her back towards that cliff, with just the simple movements of his tongue. "Ul-Ulquiorra...please...I can't..." She cried out in pleasure, knowing very well that she could, but wanted to see how the Espada would react.

His tongue gave one final lick to her center, as he pulled back and looked up at her, his eyes seeming to have a slight sparkle to them. "Does this mean you would not like for me to..."

Words were left unsaid, but Orihime knew what he was implying. Deciding that they had already gone this far, there would be no harm in continuing it further. She didn't know how long he would stay like this, how they would stay like this, and every part of her mind screamed to just go with it. She belonged to him, and by taking this next step, she always would and that was exactly what she wanted. "What about protection?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she knew she had to ask the simple question, as she did not want there to be that sort of consequence from what they were about to do.

"Unnecessary," Ulquiorra said, laying next to her on the bed. She watched as he slid his own hakama off of his body, revealing his entire body to her. Her eyes locked onto the lower half of his body, her heart stopping in her chest as she stared at his impressive arousal. "But, if you do not trust me, then I can give you something that will take away any worries of you becoming with child. Arrancar cannot produce offspring that way you humans can."

"But..." Orihime was afraid to voice what she was thinking, as her eyes stayed glued on him.

"Onna," Ulquiorra's hand touched her chin, lifting her head up to look him in the eyes. "There is nothing inside of me that can create life. Do you see the hole in my chest? " He took her hand, placing it near his Hollow hole. "There is nothing here. You are my heart. I want you to be comfortable with this, but I also would like for you to see that it will be okay."

Her hands splayed on his chest. "How can I trust you? What if you're just saying this to do these things to me?"

"Because I am asking. However," he produced a small package out of nowhere. "I shall wear this, if it makes you feel more at ease. But you must place it on me."

She took the small package and looked at it. "I can do that." She nodded, her chest heaving as she realized what she was about to do. Tearing the package open, she saw a very thin condom, and hoped that it would be enough. She trusted him, that Arrancar were different, but after being drilled 'Protection always!' by her friends, she didn't want to disappoint anyone. She looked at it, then looked back up at him. "How am I supposed to do this?"

"Roll it on." A small smirk appeared on his impassive face, making her heart flutter faster.

Biting her lower lip, she placed the opening of the condom on the tip of his arousal, a look of concentration on her face. Before rolling it onto him, she wanted to touch him, skin to skin, first. She wrapped her hand around his girth, and heard him moan low as she slid it down, then back up slowly. Unsure of what boys enjoyed, she moved slow, but with purpose. She stared down at him, touching the crown with her fingertip. Every part of his body was alabaster in color, every part. She had thought that perhaps this part of his anatomy would be flesh colored, but strangely, she wasn't disappointed by it. She was quite pleased with how it looked, and how it seemed to respond to her touches, even though she had no idea what she was doing. After a few more soft strokes, she rolled the condom down, moaning softly when she heard him groan softly at the small action. She continued to roll it down his length, only stopping when she arrived at the base of his arousal. Unable to remove her hand, she moved it back up, squeezing gently.

"Do you like how it feels?" Ulquiorra asked her. She looked up at him and smiled bashfully, nodding her head. "Is this the first time you've touched one?" Any other person, she would have taken that as a condescending remark, but from him, it was different. It was always different.

"Hai." The blush returned to her cheeks, but quickly disappeared as she felt his hand on her face, gently moving her face to look up at him. "Ulquiorra? Should I lay down now?"

He nodded his head, guiding her to lay back down on the mattress. "Orihime, if I hurt you, it will only be momentary." His hand cupped her face as she closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "You will not be in pain for long, and soon, you should feel as I do when you are with me."

"Complete?" She whispered, looking up into his emerald eyes. His lips turned up into a small smile, and nodded as he settled between her legs. "Please...go slow...?"

His lips kissed the side of her neck, before speaking faintly in her ear, "I will."

Anticipation flooded through her body, her heart beginning to pump faster as she felt him begin to press against her folds. Pulling apart her legs, she felt the tip push into her, her eyes closing tightly as she began to panic. Soft kisses distracted her, his lips brushing against the side of her neck as he pushed himself further into her body. She reached up and gripped onto his shoulders tightly, a soft cry of pain passing from her lips. Breathing faster, she could feel him going further and further inside of her, the pain becoming almost unbearable. She was about to scream, to tell him to stop, when the pain disappeared with a flash. Her eyes opened and locked onto his emerald ones, as he had been watching her throughout the entire ordeal. Understanding passed between the two of them as her lips parted, a soft moan filling the silence.

His chest pressed against her, the feel of his cool body against her inflamed breasts made her moan more, as he began to rock his hips slowly. She relaxed her grip on his shoulders, and instead wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close to her body. She listened to his soft grunts, as their bodies began to move as one, his body thrusting against hers, as she moved in time with each thrust. She felt herself becoming hot once more, the bliss she had felt before coming back fast. They spoke each others names every so often, making sure that each knew this was really happening, as they were both approaching their finish together. Her chest bounced as he began to move faster, his low moans ringing in her ears as she cried out with each thrust, his arousal hitting her in just the right spot, his pelvis rubbing against the place his mouth had been earlier. Orihime threw her head back as she moaned loud, her body bursting once more as she flew back into orbit, moaning his name over and over. She felt him move faster and soon was listening to her own name fall in effigy from his lips as he reached his own end.

They held on to each other as they came down from their bliss, and after a few languish moments, the Espada pulled out of her, taking his place beside her on the bed. She heard some rustling, figuring it was just him disposing of what she had put onto him, and then felt his arms wrap around her body. She rested her head on his chest, her breath coming out in short pants. She felt his hand on her hair and soon was drifting off to sleep, whispering, "Aishiteru" over and over.

She awoke a little later, and saw that Ulquiorra was still resting peacefully. As she rested her head back on his chest, she heard someone clear their throat. Hoping that the blanket was still wrapped around their bodies, she turned over and pulled the sheer curtain back, looking out into the room.

"We must leave soon. Sorry to intrude, but I couldn't find you. The Garganta will only stay open for so long." Yoruichi's gruff voice came out as she had shape-shifted back into her feline persona. "Say your goodbye, and then meet me back outside. I have your normal clothes out there, there is no need to return to where they were left" The kitten walked out of the room, leaving Orihime mortified and speechless.

Ulquiorra pulled her back towards him. "What are you doing? You were nice and warm."

"I..." She felt her eyes begin to well up once more, hating that her time was already up. "Ulquiorra, I have to go now."

He turned her to look at him. "Do not be sad, Onna. I am glad that you were able to come back here, and I was able to tell you how I feel about you."

"You were?" Orihime asked, confused. "But you never said..."

"Yet." His lips turned up into another small smirk. "You gave me my heart. I love you because you gave that to me." He kissed her softly.

She pulled back and gave him a small smile. "I love you, Ulquiorra. I know that now. If...If I ever can come back.."

"I may not be here," the Espada said. "But we have this night, yes?"

Trying to keep her brave face on, Orihime nodded as she quickly got dressed. "We do." Once she was all ready to go. "I guess this is goodbye?" She asked, her voice wavering, her resolve slowly crumbling.

"For now, Orihime." Her stomach flip-flopped at that, hoping against hope that he was correct. She leaned over and kissed him once last time before fleeing the room, her tears almost blinding her.

She made it back out to the darkened night, and saw that Yoruichi was back in her human form. "You can get dressed back at Urahara's. There isn't much time." Yoruichi handed her her clothes.

They both jumped into the Garganta, Orihime trailing behind Yoruichi at a fast pace. There were so many thoughts running through her head, she was grateful that the woman wasn't asking her any questions. She knew she couldn't deny what the woman had seen, and nor did she feel like she had to. She had gone back with a purpose, and was very pleased with how it all turned out. Yoruichi jumped out of the Garganta first, landing safely on the training grounds beneath Urahara's shop. Orihime jumped down, landing just as gracefully, trying to keep her clothes in her arms.

"Well, Miss Inoue, how did things go?" Urahara asked, his striped bucket hat tilted upwards. "Did you find your peace of mind?"

She smiled brightly at him, nodding her head. "I did, Urahara-san. Thank you so much for arranging this for me. I feel..."

"Normal?" Urahara finished for her, a large smile on his visage as she nodded in agreement. "Then, I'm glad I was able to help you. It's just past midnight, so there should be plenty of time for you to make it home. Would you like an escort?"

Orihime shook her head. "No, I think I'll be fine. Again, thank you both so very much." She walked over to the ladder and climbed her way up to the top.

Knowing that Yoruichi was probably filling in the shop keeper how she had found her, she made a mad dash out of the building and traveled to her home fast. As she entered into her home, she dropped her clothes on the floor, locking the door behind her. Her feet led her to her small bedroom, where she laid down on the bed, the smell of him still lingering on his clothes.

"We have this night, yes?" She buried her face into her pillow, giggling to herself. We have this night, and so much more.

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A/N: Thank you for reading this! :D