Penetration

by Granate, 2008


Disclaimer: Don't own, not making any money!

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Orihime drummed her fingers on the couch cushion to the tune of her favorite song, which had been playing through her head all afternoon. She had big things to worry about, like what Aizen wanted from her and if she'd ever see her friends again, so it surprised her when she found herself missing the little things about home. It was quiet times like this that brought it out the worst. She looked over at the dozing figure on the other end of the couch. He reminded her of something… what was it? It wasn't a person, so she was having trouble thinking of it, but he definitely reminded her of something. She almost laughed out loud when she finally figured out what it was: the giant old beat-up tomcat Tatsuki-chan used to have when they were kids. It would kill absolutely anything, from baby bunnies to raccoons. Only occasionally would it deign to come inside the house, but Orihime could remember a few times when it had come and curled up in the room where they were playing. That's what he reminded her of.

The first time this tomcat had swaggered into her room and kicked the door shut behind him, she had been afraid. As far as she knew, Ulquiorra was the only one allowed in this room besides Aizen, so an uninvited guest could only mean trouble. Especially if it was Grimmjow. Ulquiorra unsettled her, but she was getting used to him and she was starting to have a sense of what to expect from him. Grimmjow was another thing altogether. He had sat down on her couch without a word to her about what he wanted or why he was there. When he did finally speak to her, it was only indignation that Aizen had given her such a nice couch. And then he mocked her for standing all the way across the room. 'If I was here to hurt you, I would have done it already,' he sneered. He ordered her to sit and so she sat - as far away from him as possible. He still didn't say anything and soon dozed off. Eventually, he woke up, looked at her with annoyance, and left. When he turned up again, he claimed it was because of the couch.

She wondered when he was going to just thank her and be done with it. He wasn't that difficult a person to read. She neither expected nor needed him to thank her for restoring his arm, but knowing that he could at least feeling grudging gratitude made him seem a little bit human, and there were so few things that did. She could just tell him he didn't need to be thanked, but then he might stop coming here. At least it was less boring when he was here, even if he was catnapping. Though, this was the third time he had come here, and the third time was the charm, right? Something had to happen this time.

Orihime looked at the sleeping man. He was slumped awkwardly on his side this time, facing away from her. His jacket was riding up, revealing the number six on his back and the hole through his abdomen. She scooted a little closer and inspected his hole. She had noticed this before about Hollow holes, but the edge of it was just black. You couldn't see guts in there or anything. Did Hollows have guts? Were the Arrancar different from them? Did they need to eat? That thought made her suddenly really miss cooking. How much fun would it be to be able to create a new dish again? Something with, maybe, zucchini, radish, and toffee chips. She sighed softly. The ache for something familiar was hard to suppress at times. She missed her little apartment, the pictures of her brother, her friends at school, having people to laugh and talk with. This somber world of night was getting depressing.

She was still looking at Grimmjow's hole, mind wandering, when it occurred to her that the hole was more than big enough to fit her hand through. Once she thought that, she was positively consumed by curiosity. She scooted a little closer to him, gnawing on her bottom lip. She held her breath and made her hand as small as she could, squishing her thumb against her palm and bringing her pinky finger in as far possible. Her resolve was cemented. If he woke up and broke her arm or threw her across the room, she didn't care at the moment. At least something would have happened. She carefully inserted her hand into the hole in his abdomen and steadily pushed it through to the other side. After just a second, she pulled her hand out and burst into giggles.

Grimmjow stirred but didn't turn around. "What's so funny, woman?" he ground out, sounding grumpy that his nap had been interrupted.

Orihime impulsively stuck her hand back through and waved at him, singing, "Good evening, sexta-san!" She removed her hand just in time before he whirled around. The horrified look on his face made her break out into fresh giggles.

"W-what do you think you're doing?!" he blustered. "Do you want to die?!"

She giggled madly, putting her hand back through his hole again for just a second.

"Stop that!! I will seriously kill you!" he snarled.

Orihime couldn't help herself - she did it again.

"HEY!" he bellowed. "Stop it, that's disgusting!!"

"Why, because I'm penetrating you?" she giggled, doing it again.

"STOP IT!" he gnashed his teeth. "And don't say 'penetrating' like that, you - " he broke off with a grimace when she grazed the edge of the hole while removing her hand.

"Oh, is it sensitive?" she asked, enthralled. She very gently traced her fingertips up one edge of his hole. Impossibly strong hands clamped around her forearms and she landed back against the arm of the couch hard enough to knock her breath out. She was scared for just a moment before she saw his face. He was glowering at her and holding his jacket pulled tight around his middle. She brought her hand to her mouth in attempt to quiet the giggles. She abhorred bullying, of course, but that was the most fun she'd had in weeks. Even before being brought here, things at home hadn't been so great, with everybody getting injured and Kurosaki-kun's pained silence. She figured she better apologize before he stormed out.

"I'm sorry!" she squeaked nervously. "I was only curious!"

He glared at her but he didn't get up.

"I-I just wanted to know about Arrancar holes!" she blubbered, "U-Ulquiorra's isn't big enough!"

Grimmjow's face twitched and then he covered his face with his hands. His shoulders shook and Orihime could hear some chortling noises before he tipped his head back and laughed. It was a more genuine laugh than she would ever have thought he could make, completely lacking the cruel, bloodthirsty undertones she'd heard before. He grinned roguishly as he looked down at himself.

"Damn right mine's bigger," he snickered, dripping with pride.

"Yeah, it's much bigger!" she nodded eagerly.

His face twisted up again and he made a low sound between a laugh and a huff. "You don't even know how you sound, do you?" he sniggered.

"Hm?" she chirped, as clueless as he accused.

"Fucking hell, woman," he snorted and flopped down on his back. His head landed very nearly in her lap, the top of it resting up against her thigh. His eyes were closed as if he intended to go back to sleep but his brow was pinched. "I'll forgive you this time because you made me laugh, but I'm warning you," he growled at her, "next time you stick your hand in my hole like that, I'll stick something in your hole."

"I don't have a hole," she laughed.

His eyes opened into blue slits. "…Just how dumb are you?"