NCTHIINGNESS: Orihime daring, tentatively, to touch Grimmjow in other places than his hair.. she's at her bravest when he's asleep.
DESTROZCS: ... Just how daring would she be?
NCTHIINGNESS: She wouldn't be too daring in a single night; it would probably span a few weeks (or longer, depending how often she would have the opportunity to do so). But the longer she's able to go without detection (or that she /perceives/ that she hasn't be caught), she'll eventually go for his Hollow Hole, soon followed by his cock.
DESTROZCS: His Hollow Hole would be more risky than his cock; he'd be much more sensitive to touch around there, if only because the outside is so close to the area that would hurt him sxdrcfvg
NCTHIINGNESS: She wouldn't be able to help herself; she's never been able to just really examine and explore the male body, let alone an /Arrancar's/.. so she'd be just as interested in his mask and Hollow Hole as she would be his cock. So when she touches his hole and it jolts him out of sleep (if his instincts don't kick in first before she ever touches it).. she might break whatever trust he allowed her to have for him to be able to sleep in her presence..?
DESTROZCS: It would make him wary of sleeping around her for a while (he might even move himself back to the couch instead of sleeping in her bed) until he could move past it and start sleeping with her again. I doubt he would have even considered it a boundary that needed to be enforced... Other Arrancar would understand that it's a 'do not touch' area, so he likely would have thought that he could expect the same unspoken boundary to be respected with her.
NCTHIINGNESS: omgggg.. I fucking need this now. Orihime would be so upset that she caused him to /willingly/ want to keep his distance from her.. She'd try after a day or two of enduring the thick, volatile atmosphere between them to try and apologize and have him understand that she had /never/ meant anything malicious by it; she didn't know, but now she does, and she's so sorry for upsetting him and making him feel unsafe in her home.. unsafe with /her/..
NCTHIINGNESS: Tears welling in her eyes as she whispers, "I would never try to hurt you, Jaegerjaquez-kun.."
DESTROZCS: /I wish so badly that he wouldn't be an ass about this/... but he'd end up rolling over to face the back of the couch as he lays across it, needing to sulk and brood about it for a few more days before he's ready to begin moving past it.
NCTHIINGNESS: lmao god, /he's so perfect/..
NCTHIINGNESS: Orihime would bite her bottom lip, feeling her heart breaking more over his response, tears spilling over silently .. but she'd lower her gaze, hands clasped tightly in front of her, and accept his rejection before turning and leaving the room. She'll stay out of his way and hope that he'll come to accept her apology; she'd /already/ be missing him, feeling alone again.
DESTROZCS: The Arrancar would hear the young woman leave the room and turn his head slightly, looking out of the corner of his eye to ensure that he was alone once more before he returned his gaze to the couch cushions. His scowl deepened, stubborn and unmoved in the face of her apology and her tears. It angered him how such an obvious boundary - in his eyes - had been so casually crossed in his sleep.
DESTROZCS: Grimmjow considers Orihime lucky because he didn’t try to rip her hand off the moment he woke up. His instinct with that kind of touch would be violence, wanting it to stop and never happen again.
NCTHIINGNESS: When he could have just bruised her wrist instead.
DESTROZCS: YES! Grabbing her wrist and staring at her intensely through the pained expression on his face, grip slowly tightening to the point of being painful...
NCTHIINGNESS: oh my god.. Orihime gasping as the pain shoots up and down her arm, and she's staring wide-eyed at him, frightened and openly bewildered by such a violent reaction. "J- Jaegerjaquez-kun, you- you're hurting me," she'd whimper, her other hand already gripping his, trying desperately to pry his fingers from her; feeling the bones in her wrist grinding.
DESTROZCS: His eyes would narrow at Orihime, growling at her, “/You/ hurt /me/.” The grip on her wrist would tighten momentary before he would release her and sit up to push himself away from her, turning so that he could plant his feet and stand, stalking out of the bedroom and into the living room.
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