Comfort From The Last Place You'd Look

Grimmjow leaned against the back wall in the thrown room, casually glancing at his newly regrown arm, immpatiently waiting for Aizen-sama to show up and explain to him why he had been summoned. He didn't mind his leader, hell, he even respected him. But his puntuality was horrid, and Grimmjow didn't have much patience for anyone.

After a few more minutes, the Arrancar leader sauntered into the room, glancing at his subordinate before sitting down. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." He smirked, purposely being late just to get under Grimmjow's skin.

"No, I just got here myself..." Grimmjow rolled his eyes, walking over to the thrown. "What was it that you have summoned me for, Aizen-sama?"

"Our little friend, Orihime, has been sneaking out of her quarters, somehow, and helping herself to the kitchen and our supplies. Now, normally I would have taken care of this myself and disciplined her accordingly, but unforunately, she has created some delicious dishes, and the whole castle in in an uproar about her food. So...I have decided to allow her access as she wants it, but I need someone to watch over her. Someone who won't be asily manipulated by those eyes of hers. And I know you feel nothing towards anyone, so I have decided that until otherwise instructed, you will be watching over her. You are not to leave her side unless you are needed, and you will send daily reports on her activity. Is that clear?" Aizen glanced up at Grimmjow, awaiting his reaction.

Grimmjow's eyes widened, and fury raged through him. "Are you kidding me? I am an Espada, 6th Espada, and instead of having me deal with the vile creatures that are attempting to infultrate our castle, you want me to babysit our hostage?"

Aizen smirked. "Grimmjow...I will not tolerate such defiance. You will watch over the girl....end of discussion."

Sighing, Grimmjow bowed and apologized, before retreating from the room. There were few things that could intimidate Grimmjow Jaeger-Jacques, but Aizen Sousuke was at the top of that list. Well, if he was stuck looking after that bitch, he would make her pay. If he had to waste his time dealing with her, he would have fun with it. A smirk crossed his face as he turned the corner.


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Orihime sat down on her bed, looking outside her window. The sky was bleak, as bleak as it was everyday. It never changed, just like anything else in this place. The only highlight in her capture had been her recent escapes to the kitchen. She always found that cooking soothed her, even when her brother was gone, it was the only thing she had left. And it had turned out that the inhabitants of the castle seemed to enjoy her creations. She had loved it, well, that was until she had learned that Aizen was well aware of her excursions, and she wasn't sure how he felt about it. Worried, she fidgeted with her dress and sighed deeply.

A bang at her door made her spin around, and she wasn't sure who would be at her door at this hour. Slowly, she slipped off the bed and padded over to the door. "Yes?"

The door swung open and Orihime was thrown back by Grimmjow's reiatsu. She stared up at him, unsure of how she should feel about the 6th Espada showing up in her room all of a sudden. Nervously biting her lip, she slowly got to her feet. "Grimmjow?"

A smirk was painted on Grimmjow's as he walked over to her, and without an visible movement, he was suddenly tight against her body, his hand digging into the back of her hair. His head was beside hers and he spoke into her ear. "Looks like I've been assigned to be your little babysitter for the next little while. So we're gonna have some fun. You are gonna do everything I tell you to, and try not to piss me off." It took Grimmjow a moment to realize the intoxicating scent that was coming from the girl in front of him. It was jasmine, vanilla, and some sort of fruit, sweet enough that it was inviting, but soft enough that it made him want to get closer to see if the smell would intensify. He paused for a few more moments, before stepping back, getting his senses back to normal.

Orihime tried to read his face, but only found confusion, which mirrored her own feelings. She tucked her hair behind her ears and straightened. "I wouldn't intend to 'piss you off' in the first place. But Im sorry that you are being forced to look after me. I won't be any trouble, I promise." She forced a smile, and was happy to find that Grimmjow softened a little bit.

"So what is it exactly that you do all day anyways?" Grimmjow rubbed the back of his nck, absently glancing around her quarters. He walked over and sat down on her bed, looking over at her.

"Well...lately Ive been cooking. It makes me less homesick, and everyone seems to like it. Would...that be alright?" Orihime turned towards the Espada, unsure of what his reaction may be.

Grimmjow shrugged. "As long as I don't have to do anything, I don't really care. But if I get too bored, you'll have to think of something else." He got up from the bed, and sauntered towards the door. "Lets go"

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Grimmjow sat on the other end of the counter and watched the prisoner contently. Her fluid movements while mixing together ingredients, checking temperatures, was like watching figure skating, or some other sport It was both fascinating, and amazing. She was so confident and comfortable in the kitchen and it was nice to see her happy for once. He still couldnt believe it, but he was actually starting to feel something for this girl, something he wasn't sure of or had felt before. He felt a calm when he was with her, like he didn't have to be a jackass, or intimidate, as it would get him no where.

"So...how long have you been cooking? You seem so young to be so good at this." Grimmjow smiled sincerely.

Orihime glanced up and returned the smile. "Thanks. I've been cooking even in small ways since I was a little girl. Before my brother died, I cooked a lot more. I was used to cooking bigger amounts, and then when he died, I had to learn how to cook smaller. Its just me now. And I seem to have tastes that most of the friends I have, dont seem to like it. But I'm glad everyone here does. Its nice to cook again."

"Im...sorry about your brother. I cant imagine what thats like. It must have been really hard on you..is that why you are so close to that useless Ichigo?"

"He's not useless, he's sweet." Orihime went back to her food, forcing her anger to subside. "I guess...it would make sense that because he died, I found comfort in having a guy around to care about". She put down the knife, and turned towards the cerulean-haired man. "He has been great to me. I don't have anyone else. Well, maybe Tatsuki, but we have grown apart since I discovered my powers, and well...all if this." She glanced around the room, sighing.

Grimmjow jumped off the counter and walked over to Orihime. Before she could blink, he pulled her into his arms and held her tight against him. "Im sorry. Im sorry about all of the things you've had to suffer through. Its not your fault, none of this is."
Orihime wrapped her arms around the bare waist of the Espada in front of her, resting her head against his chest. "Thank you...". She pulled back slightly, and looked up into his soft. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, but before her feet went back flat on the floor, Grimmjow pulled her close and kissed her softly, raising his hands to cup the sides of her face. He held her close, unable to stop himself. Just the feel of being so close to this girl, made him feel relaxed.

In his life, he had never had a feeling of safety, tranquility or calmness. It wasn't written in the destiny of Hollows, let alone the Espada. But with Orihime, he finally found it. He was a cold, angry son of a bitch, but only because thats what has been expected of him. It was inbreeded into him, and it disgusted him everyday.He would forever feel grateful to this girl for making him actually happy.

He pulled back slowly, stroking her cheek. "I'm sorry."

Orihime had a look of confusion plastered on her face for a few moments, before it broke into a smile. "What would you have to be sorry about? That was...wonderful. You really are a kindhearted person, you know."

Grimmjow smirked and placed an index finger over her lips. "Shhh don't tell anybody. I'll get my ass kicked, and how else will I be able to intimidate these idiots" He stroked her cheek again. "I have no desire to kiss them into submission. That...I will save for you." He laughed softly.

"Oh really? Do you think I can be so easily submitted?" Orihime giggled back, resting her hands right over the hole in his chest. She leaned up and kissed him again, a little less soft this time, to let him know that she was serious. She wanted more than just niceities from this man, she wanted him to teach her the ways of intimacy.
Grimmjow broke the kiss and grabbed her wrists tightly, lifting her over his shoulder, walking from the kitchen.

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Once they reached her quarters, Grimmjow gently tossed Orihime onto the bed and kicked the door closed, before returning back to the girl. He climbed onto the bed, and proceeded to crawl up between her legs, pinning her to the bed. He loomed over her and kissed her hard, using one hand to hold her wrists above her head. The other hand he used to massages the mounds that drew his attention so often when they spoke. He kneaded like a cat, but made sure to pay special attention to the peeks that were hardening as his hand moved from one to the other.

Soft moans and cooing were the only audible sounds that Grimmjow could hear from the girl underneath him. It made him smirk, and before she could form any thought, her wrists were released but only while he made work of removing her uniform, before pinning her again. Her sounds became louder as his hand returned to massaging the soft skin, with his bare hands on her bare skin.

Grimmjow let her go once again, and removed his own clothing, before laying down between Orihime's legs. They shared more soft kisses, and Grimmjow sucked in a deep breath as he felt her hands caress the hardness that lay between his legs. He mirrored her actions, stroking her core, causing her to purr louder and louder.

"Please....Grimmjow, please..." Orihime whimpered, locking eyes with her lover.
Grimmjow stopped his movements and looked deep into her eyes. "Are you sure? I know you haven't...well at least it seems like you haven't...I don't want you to feel forced..." The sincerity in his voice made her heart swell and she couldn't help smile. It had all started with fierce passion and desire, but Grimmjow found that he really cared for her, and couldn't imagine hurting her, especially for his own gain.

"I think we are just about at the point of no return as it is." Orihime chuckled softly, and she brushed back some of his teal hair. "I'm okay....I want this. I want you."
A softened smile appeared on Grimmjow's face, and he nodded, moving over her as he settled himself. "Ready?"

Orihime nodded, taking in a deep breath. Grimmjow leaned down and kissed her softly again as he slowly entered. He heard her soft whimpers, and tried his best to kiss the hurt away. He moved, out and then in again, continuing his slow pace. By the fourth entry, he found that her whimpers had turned into moans of pleasure and he smiled against her lips. He began increase his pace slowly, enjoying the feeling of being intimate with a girl, rather than just relieving frustration.

"Grimm......."

"Yea?"

"If you don't start fucking me like you should be, I'm going to kill you." Orihime purred, opening her eyes. Grimmjow couldn't help the shock he felt at the way this innocent girl was speaking to him, but he was also very turned on by it, so he obeyed her wishes.

With a deep kiss, Grimmjow lifted her legs around his waist and quickened his pace, finding it hard to hold back. He watched her climax build up and before he knew it, she was right over the edge. Not long after, Grimmjow fell right over the edge with her. When he came down from his high, he slumped against her body and curled up against her. He felt so happy, so amazing.

After a few more moments of silence, Grimmjow glanced up at Orihime, to make sure she was alright. And she was, a huge smile of satisfaction plastered on her face."You okay?"

Orihime looked down and smiled softly. "I am very okay. Thank you...for your concern"

Grimmjow crawled up the bed and laid down beside her. He stroked her face softly, and sighed. "You know...things can't really change between us. In front of the others...."

"I know, sadly I know. But this...this was wonderful." Orihime sighed as well, looking over Grimmjow's face. For so long, he had scared her and been so angry. But she always known, deep down inside that he was good person, jsut in a bad situation. Even if what they had ended tonight, she would feel lucky that she got to see the real Grimmjow. The one no one else got to see.

He pulled her into his arms, rubbing her soft skin. "That doesn't mean that we can't still have...this...behind closed doors. If you want.." Grimmjow wasn't ready to just let go of the person who he could finally be himself with. If this was something she wanted too, he would do anything to make it work, to keep her happy.

"That would be wonderful." She mumbled, smiling softly.