The After Party

[mistkitt]

Originally posted 10/9/2014

 Muse-verse, part two of the last (fan fiction) drabble.

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“For the record, I don’t need your help defending myself.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s what all that stuff you said was about, right?”

“Your arrogance never ceases to amaze me, Ms. Inoue.”

“So you just randomly decided to end that girl’s career tonight.”

“I decided to end her career the moment I heard that so-called breathtaking composition of hers. The forced acquaintance was simply a convenient excuse to gain access to the party, where I would have her, the record company, and the press together in the same room. You heard the composition, didn’t you?”

“I thought it was nice.”

“That’s because you’re tone deaf, and I swear to you that when a cure is found, I will pay for your correctional surgery - please get your talons away from my crotch.”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

Orihime stretched her arms above her head, then immediately dunked them under the surface of the bathwater, shivering. Ulquiorra pulled her back against him with a sigh. “Are you mad at me?”

She shook her head, watching the ends of her hair cut through the water like sea serpents. “Nah, I think your mom expressed all of my feelings in that phone call.”

“I’m not going to apologize,” Ulquiorra said for the umpteenth time that night.

“I’m not going to make you,” Orihime reassured him, leaning her head on his shoulder. Secretly, she was glad that Ulquiorra’s seniority would override his eccentricities and put an end to the stupid bimbo’s rise to stardom. And if it didn’t, Natalia’s likewise opinion of Miss Georgia Sones would settle the matter. She smirked, turned, and placed her hands on his chest to steady herself. “Hey, wanna have totally awkward and potentially dangerous bathtub sex?”

Ulquiorra gave her a once over, eyeballed the dimensions of the bathtub, looked to make sure his cell phone was within reaching distance, then pretended to consider it for all of two seconds. “Yes.”