mistkitt | The Tease (Reply)

Originally posted 7/20/2014

Companion piece to “Pancakes,” featuring M!Ulqui and TY!Hime, on the sofa (bed).

There was something frustratingly alluring about this Ulquiorra. In terms of body, he was identical to hers in every way, save for the lack of tear marks. Their personalities bore striking similarities: distaste for things that didn’t interest them, impeccable tidiness, a need for structure and schedules, their tendency to assign grave importance to small tasks. Even in the things that set them apart from each other, they were similar: they were both argumentative, but her Ulquiorra would get his point across in two sentences, while this one would go on dramatic five-minute tangents that somehow ended in him blaming his opponent for climate change.

Could it be those small differences that attracted her to him? Or was it just plain curiosity? Ulquiorra Schiffer was born human, after all. He smiled easily, though half the time his smiles seemed insincere. He didn’t question why things were said or done. He knew who he was, and felt perfectly comfortable in his own skin…

“You’re staring.”

“Eh?” Orihime was indeed staring. Her cheeks burst into flame, and her English became harder to remember. “Sorry,” she squeaked. “I - ah - did not mean to?”

Ulquiorra smirked. God, she was adorable. “What were you thinking about?”

She was momentarily distracted by his half-lidded eyes, the interesting upward curve of his lips, the way that she felt drawn to him by a mere look.

The word she was thinking of: seductive.

But she didn’t know how to say that in English, and even if she did, she would be too embarrassed. “Umm…” Safe territory. There was a picture frame resting on top of the piano behind him. The photo was of him with his Orihime, who playfully stuck her tongue out at the cameraman. “I was thinking, you and me… her… you two are close?”

The seductive smile faltered a little. “Me and the world’s last dragon, you mean? Yes. We are in an adult relationship, after all.” More like an adolescent relationship where they kept breaking up and getting back together without actually leaving or murdering each other.

Orihime made a face that he could best describe as determined. “Then the two of you have… have…”

Ulquiorra waited for her to finish, but her face only got redder, if that was possible. His amusement revived his smile. “Yes, we’ve had sex.”

Apparently, that wasn’t what she had been trying to ask. Her eyebrows almost vanished into her hairline. “Kissu!” she screamed, her English forgotten entirely. “Kissu!!”

Whoops. “Well, the sex had to start somewhere,” he mused as the girl on the couch hid her face in her hands and whistled like a teakettle. Was she really that innocent? Oh, he sure hoped he had at least a month left to tease her. “I’m sorry,” he lied, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Orihime gave no indication of having heard or understood him. For five minutes she sat thinking of middle school health classes and anatomical diagrams and an American movie she’d seen once with Tatsuki and Chizuru where the protagonists had been doing IT under a blanket. Only instead of the blonde actors, she pictured her other self with the tired eyes, whimpering beneath the seductive pianist.

She had trouble looking directly at him for the next few days, which was just as well, because now she couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to kiss him.