11/11 Drabble

[mistkitt]

Originally posted 11/12/2014

 to accompany that horrible doodle from earlier 8D Because the timeline of the crossover won’t allow for pocky day shenanigans! and TY!Ulqui spends so much of his story being so… painfully… restrained.

 

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“Oh my gosh, these biscuits aren’t even that good." Crunch. "How’s a girl supposed to get fat eating these twiggy little things?" Crunch crunch. "And the chocolate they use for them? Sub par at best. Could have paid less for a Hershey bar and had a better time.”

“You complain, yet you continue to eat them.”

Orihime stuck a stick of pocky between her teeth and grinned at Ulquiorra, who was on the other side of the couch with a Shakespeare anthology he’d picked up at the library. “Want one?”

“I will pass,” he said, not even looking at her.

The stick of pocky drooped, then disappeared into Orihime’s mouth like a blade of grass devoured by a rabbit. “Whatever.” She whacked the box back and forth from hand to hand, shaking up its contents, then changed her mind and plucked another stick, holding it with two fingers. “Hey, check me out.” She leaned back until she lounged lazily on the armrest. “Dahling, you simply must stop trying so hard. You are a modern woman. Let him come to you,” she said in an old Hollywood starlet voice, looking as bored as possible as she pretended to take a drag from the pocky stick.

She snuck a glance at Ulquiorra. His eyes had shifted from the book to her, but he remained on his side of the couch. Orihime held the pocky stick in her mouth and casually flicked her tank top strap off of her shoulder, then readjusted her pose to be as alluring and open as possible. If that didn’t get his attention…

“What are you doing, woman?”

She sighed, fixed her tank top strap, and got back into a normal sitting position. “Nothing." Eating bad biscuits because it’s some stupid couple holiday in Japan, she thought bitterly. Not that she was dating this Ulquiorra in particular, but would it kill him to act like a guy for once? She’d have an easier time seducing a tree. An asexual tree.

Orihime continued passive-aggressively eating the pocky - she’d spent money on it so there was no way it was going to waste - all the while thinking that her Ulquiorra wouldn’t have fallen for it either. He’d have made some snide comment about her catching a cold if she left her shoulder naked, then he’d watch her eat the entire box to teach her a lesson, then he’d say "I told you so” when she got a stomachache and then he would have sex with her. She frowned around her pocky. Why the hell was she dating him again? Must have been for his money, because no sane person would stick around for that kind of abu–

The bottom half of the pocky stick disappeared into Ulquiorra’s mouth, severed by a single bite. Orihime’s eyes flew wide open. He held her gaze as he swallowed it, wincing slightly. “I am not very fond of them either,” he confessed.

“Then why bother…?” Her sentence fell short when his thumb hooked through her tank top strap and moved it aside, lips lowering to her bared shoulder. She turned her head to simultaneously give him access and hide her smile. “You could have just done this the first time I offered.”

His mouth traveled languidly up her neck, his hand slipping into her hair to keep it out of his way. "I refuse to encourage your childish and shameless behavior,“ he said, his voice low in her ear.

"Trust me, you haven’t even seen the worst of it yet,” Orihime purred as she pulled him down and pressed her mouth firmly against his.