Yea I know I shouldn't start a story while working on another but I have a few days off from work and this idea struck me. I hope you enjoy it.

Hot Chocolate

Chapter 1

Every day I see him, sitting in the corner of the student lounge with his e-reader and a cup of either coffee or tea, some steaming hot liquid. The first time I'd seen him I'd nearly stopped dead in my tracks. There was something so stunning about him. His inky black hair fell in layers to just above his shoulders in perfect contrast to his almost unnaturally pale skin. Every time I'd seen him he'd been sitting in the same seat so I wasn't quite sure how tall he was but he was thin and seemed overly toned with muscular shoulders tapering into narrow hips. The most startling part though, which held me in rapture, was his eyes. Emerald orbs scanned whatever it was he was reading, ignoring the passing crowd of students. Not only was the color amazingly brilliant but they were also fringed with thick, dark lashes that matched his hair color and emphasized the size and shape of his eyes. All in all, he was gorgeous.

But I didn't dare walk up to him.

For weeks I passed that same spot at the same exact time. And every day, he was there. I made up fantasies about him; day dreamed about him in my classes. I'd wonder what his voice was like and make up personalities for him. Too many times I'd be caught in the middle of a fantasy and I'd find that I'd missed half a class worth of notes. It was always worth it though. I loved my imagination, especially when it was imagining things about him.

Today was no different than any other day, besides the fact that it was the last day before the end of the semester, as I passed through the lounge on my way to my first class of the day. My books were shoved in a bright orange tote bag hanging from my right shoulder and my long, reddish orange hair was pulled up into a pony tail. It was chilly this morning so I had a light pink scarf wrapped around my neck and tucked inside my cream colored pea coat. I'd decided to wear jeans today, wanting the easy comfort they offered as I moved from class to class.

Two more finals to go and then I'm done.

Unfortunately I wasn't going home for the holidays. I lived too far away and it just cost too much money to fly home so I stayed in my little apartment till the spring semester started. Luckily, today was my two easiest finals. It also was the day that I got to see him twice.

About two weeks ago, I'd happened to walk a different way back from class, trying to avoid the cold weather by sneaking through the humanities building. Tucked in a corner of a small lounge was three booths for students to use between classes and sitting on one had been the raven haired man of my fantasies. He'd been sitting with his back against the wall and his feet resting in front of him on the seat. On his legs laid a thick text book and a thin notebook which he scribbled notes on, maybe doing homework or just studying.

Now, every Friday, that was my route and I would develop my newest day dream on the rest of the journey to my tiny apartment just outside of the campus.

I decided to buy a cup of hot chocolate this morning in the lounge before I went to my class, giving me a few more minutes in the same room as my crush. Unfortunately the line didn't give me a good view of him as I waited but that's ok, just being in his presence made my skin tingle.

I said thank you and happy holidays to the man on the other side of the register after he gave me my burning hot cup and turned around to make my way out of the room, my eyes immediately searching out the table where the man sat. The cup almost fell from my hands when I looked up and his eyes were staring at me, the emerald depths paralyzing me.

"Excuse me," someone said nearby and I jerked my head around and apologized, stepping out of their way.

When I looked back up, the man was still staring at me and I dipped my eyes to the floor, unable to look back at him without falling flat on my face and embarrassing myself. I was extremely proud of myself when I managed to make it to the exit without creating any crazy scenes, my cup of hot chocolate still in tact in my hands.

Just those few seconds had managed to make my heart start racing and my stomach twist into a thousand little knots. It figures that I finally make eye contact with the man and I turn into a bumbling mess and flee the room as quickly as possible. But staring into those eyes had been beyond any fantasy I had ever created. Even now, as I made my way along the sandy sidewalk, my tummy glowed with pleasant warmth that wasn't from the hot chocolate.

A few hours later, I walked out of my last class for the semester and made my way towards the humanities building, butterflies building up in my stomach at the thought of seeing him again. I walked down the slightly shadowed hallway and held my breath in anticipation when I entered the area he usually sat… he wasn't there. My stomach sank and I felt the disappointment rising inside me. I quickly pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and pressed a button to see the time. Maybe I'd finished early and I didn't even notice it.

11:45, same time as usual. I sighed and shoved my phone back into my pocket and turned into the next hallway.

"Can I walk you to your next class?" a deep, smooth voice asked, startling me out of my thoughts.

I can't help myself and gasp when my eyes stare into large, green orbs. The man stood in front of me, slightly to the side with a black bag thrown over his shoulder. He wasn't exactly tall but he was much taller than me, my eyes at a level with his chin.

"S… sure," I stutter and try not to crumble to the floor as my knees threaten to give out on me.

He turns and steps beside me and I shift my bag to the opposite shoulder, not wanting it to slide down and possibly hit him.

"I'm Ulquiorra," he says and I can't help but stare at his beautiful mouth. His voice sent shivers down my spine and I finally remember to respond when his eyebrows inch up questioningly at me.

"Orihime," I finally manage to say.

Thankfully my feet seem to know the way since my brain was way too frazzled to direct them and we walked out of the building and into the freezing air.

"So, what are you studying?" he asked as he followed me though it didn't feel like I was leading the way. Something about him seemed to dominate the space.

"Classical literature," I answered. "You?"

"Biochem."

We walked across the large lawn that led away from the school and I tried to ignore the way my body pulsed with excitement.

"Umm, what building is your next class in?" Ulquiorra asked while shoving his hands inside his jeans pockets.

'Oh crap,' I think and stop abruptly. I hadn't given it any thought when he'd asked to walk me to my next class… I'd just automatically responded, forgetting that I was done for the day.

A nervous laugh escapes my throat and I bite my lower lip before saying, "I umm, actually, I'm done."

The slightest of grins lifted the corner of his lips. "Ok then. So where are we going?"

"Err… well, my apartment is just over there," I said and pointed at a two story brick building with a white porch and balcony, lined up next to similar buildings on the opposite side of the narrow street from the lawn they were now crossing. "But you don't have to walk all the way there if you don't want."

"It's fine. I don't have any more classes today either."

I can feel my face flushing as we walk along the path. 'Say something! Say something,' I scream at myself. So far all I'd done was mumble a few replies to thing's he'd said or asked.

"Do you wanna have lunch with me? I'm a pretty good cook." Well, at least I thought I was a good cook. My roommate Tatsuki didn't seem to agree though and would grimace whenever I shoved some new experiment at her.

"Sure," he answered and I finally felt comfortable enough to smile up at him. He was so gorgeous. I didn't want to look away.

Suddenly I felt an arm pressed firmly across my chest and stomach and a loud car horn blaring in front of me as a car went whizzing by.

"Are you ok?" Ulquiorra said, removing his hand from my waist, a frightened look on his perfect face.

"Yea, I'm sorry."

'Oh my God, I'm so STUPID!' I scream at myself. I hated how I was always spacing out… so embarrassing.

When the traffic cleared, we crossed the street and walked up the stairs to my front door where I slid my key into the lock and pushed the door open. "My place is upstairs," I said and started up the narrow creaking staircase. Ulquiorra followed close behind and I was completely aware that my behind was most likely at his eye level. I hoped these pants were flattering to my ass.

"Do you like stir-fry?" I asked after unlocking my apartment door and walked into the living area.

"That's fine," he answered and shrugged out of his jacket. I admired the expanse of his chest as his jacket slid down his arms and then took the coat from him to hang it up beside mine.

"Nice place," commented Ulquiorra.

I turned and smiled nervously at him while I made my way further inside the room. "Thanks," I answered and proceeded into the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'll just have a glass of water."

My hands were shaking as I reached into the cupboard for two cups and placed them on the table. Then I grabbed a jug of water from the fridge and started filling them up and handed one over to Ulquiorra who was standing right next to me. His hand brushed mine as I handed him the cup and a shiver traveled through my body at the contact.

"Thanks," he said, his voice sounding husky and deep. Mmm, I can imagine that voice moaning as he moved over me, his hard body pressed tightly to mine as he thrust…

I shake my head and take a step away. 'Bad Orihime… Bad!'

I start pulling things out of the fridge and lining them up on the counter. Then I pour some water and rice into my rice cooker and press start. The first thing I start to cut up is the broccoli. I'm thankful for the distraction cooking has, feeling a bit calmer than just a minute ago.

"Can I help?" Ulquiorra asked, sending a new wave of electricity through my body at his nearness. I hadn't known just how close he was standing behind me.

"Uh, yea, sure." I pull out a cutting board and a knife and place it beside mine on the counter. "Can you help me cut up the rest of the veggies?"

He nods his head and picks up the knife. His hands are so sexy. I can picture them caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard peaks.

'Ugh! I'm going to drive myself crazy!'

"So what year are you?" he asked, diverting my attention from his hands.

"Junior… you?"

"Senior. How have I never seen you before?"

I shake my head as if to say I have no idea and smile slightly. "It's a big school I guess."

"I guess," he replies and reaches for the container of mushrooms to start chopping them up. "Are you going anywhere for the winter break?"

I shake my head again and say, "No, I'll be here the entire time. My family lives far away so it's just too expensive to visit. What about you?"

"My family lives only forty-five minutes from here so I'll pop over for a day or two around Christmas."

"Oh, that's nice," I say and finish cutting up the last of the chicken. I move over to the sink and wash off my cutting board and knife, placing them on a towel beside the sink and start washing my hands. While I'm leaning over the sink, pouring soap on to my hands, I feel Ulquiorra slide behind me and extend his hands forward towards mine.

"Mind if I wash my hands too?" he asks in a whisper beside my ear and I start to melt. I can feel the entire length of his body pressed against my back and his arms had me captured between them as they reached forward. I couldn't help the trembles that wracked my body as I poured a generous amount of soap on to his hands.

His fingers entwined with mine as he lathered both of our hands up. The feeling is so erotic, as well as the image, and I can't help the quiet moan that passes through my lips.

He moves our hands to the water streaming out of the faucet and slowly rinses them off till the soap was completely gone and then whispers, "Thanks," in my ear again, sending another round of shivers through my body, before stepping away.

My back feels cold without him behind me and I remain there for a moment to try and regain my senses. I want him so badly. I want his body naked behind me, bending me over the sink and taking me from behind, his hands reaching forward to cup my breasts.

"What needs to be done next?" he asks, interrupting my sexual train of thoughts.

"We need to cook the broccoli." I'm surprised I'm able to respond and start filling a pan with water. I can feel his eyes on me and I ask him to throw the chopped up broccoli into the pan. I cover it up and then start working on the chicken, throwing it into a frying pan. "Can you get the Soy Sauce out of the fridge?" I ask. "It should be on the door."

While I continue to stir, I watch him walk across the kitchen, admiring his easy stride and the curve of his ass. I'd never gotten a good look at him from behind before, always seeing him sitting down. This view was quite nice.

When he returns to my side, I reach to take the bottle from him but he pulls it back out of my grasp. "How much?" he asks.

"I'll tell you when to stop," I answer.

After a few splashes I tell him to stop and he returns the bottle to the fridge. I'm busy stirring the mixture so I don't see him stepping behind me again and I gasp when his hands gently grasp my hips and then wrap around my waist. Once again, his body was pressed against my back and I feel his whispered breath on my ear.

"Mind if I watch?"

I shake my head and slowly continue to stir. At least I think I'm stirring. I can't seem to concentrate on anything but his body against mine. His hips were molded against me and his thumbs started tracing circles on my lower belly, sending waves of warmth to the area.

I start adding the other ingredients and feel his lips on the side of my neck beneath my ear, barely touching my skin. Sparks are shooting through my body and I press back slightly, increasing the friction against my back and turning my head to give him better access.

"Looks delicious," I hear him comment and then feel him lick the shell of my ear. I groan in his arms and the warmth shoots lower, below my belly.

"I think it's done," he says in my other ear and I struggle to snap out of the lusty haze I find myself caught in.

"I think you're right," I say, surprised by how husky my voice sounds. I'm able to think a bit clearer when he releases me from his embrace and I quickly turn the burner off and pour the contents in a large bowl. The rice is finished and I scoop it out and into another bowl and deposit the two onto the small table nearby with two wooden chairs.

"Where is your silverware?" he asks and I point to a drawer across the room. I watch him grab two forks and knives and bring them over while I get two bowls and bring them to the table as well.

Just as I'm about to take a seat, he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him till our bodies are touching. I stare up at him, letting my eyes drink in the amazing sight. His eyes are on mine and my knees go weak, making me lean slightly against him. I feel one of his hands on my lower back and then the other reaches up, cupping my cheek, his thumb stroking the line of my jaw.

I can't help but look at his lips as he passes his tongue over the pink surface. They looked way tastier than the food sitting on the table and I imitate his gesture. I'm so enraptured by his lips that I don't even notice that his face is moving closer to mine till he's inches away and I can feel his breath on my face. My body strains to reach his lips, standing on tip toe and my hands reach up to grab the front of his shirt and pull him down closer.

I'd never wanted anything so badly in my life. My entire body thrummed with anticipation as I waited for the feel of his lips.

"Finally! Vacation has started!" a voice yells from the living room and a door slams closed.

I push myself away and steady myself on the back of a chair.

"You forgot to lock the door again Orihime. What if someone tried…" the girls' voice faded away when she walked into the kitchen and saw Ulquiorra standing there.

"Uh, hi Tatsuki. This is Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra, this is my roommate and best friend Tatsuki."

Ulquiorra extended his hand and waited for the dark haired girl to meet his. She did, hesitantly and with a slight scowl.

"Nice to meet you," he said when he released her hand and stepped back.

"We just finished making lunch. Do you want some?" I asked Tatsuki, indicating the food still steaming in the center of the table.

"Uh, sure," Tatsuki answered. I walked into the other room and grabbed another chair, sliding it between the other two chairs.

We took our seats, Tatsuki grabbing the seat between myself and Ulquiorra.

"When do you have to leave for the airport?" I ask my roommate, loading my bowl with food.

Tatsuki looked at her watch and groaned. "An hour and a half. I haven't even finished packing yet."

"I'll help you," I offer.

"Sure. Thanks!" Tatsuki says and her face brightens a little.

When we finished eating, I grabbed everyone's bowls and went to work cleaning them while Tatsuki made her way to her bedroom to pack.

"I'll do that," Ulquiorra offered and I shook my head.

"That's ok. I'm almost done."

I feel him move beside me but his body doesn't touch me. I'm slightly disappointed till I feel his fingers running up my spine over my shirt.

"I like your hair," he says and gently wraps his hand around my ponytail, tugging it slightly till I turned my head and looked up at him. He was standing behind me, slightly to my right and his face was inching towards mine again. My hands gripped the edge of the counter and I closed my eyes, waiting for the contact which was once again interrupted by my roommate.

"Orihime! Do you know where my blue running shorts are?"

I hear Ulquiorra groan and I giggle despite the agitation I'm feeling as well. "They're in the laundry room."

"Where? I don't see them."

Quietly I say to Ulquiorra, "I need to go help her. Will you stay?"

"Do you like Transformers?" he asks, catching me off guard. Where the heck did that come from?

"Yea, I love 'em," I answer. Robots have been a fascination of mine since I was a little kid.

"How about I go pick up the newest DVD and come back later? Is 8 o'clock ok?" he suggests.

I'm slightly disappointed but also excited. He wants to come back!

"Alright," I respond and walk with him to the front door. He opens it and walks through then turns around and reaches his hand out to cup my cheek again.

"Cya later Orihime," he says quietly and leans forward, pressing his lips to my cheek.

"Cya," I breathe and watch him turn and walk down the stairs. When I hear the bottom floor door close, I walk back into my apartment and start helping Tatsuki finish packing.

I can't help but think about Ulquiorra the entire time.

A little holiday story. It won't be very long, just a few chapters probably. And yes I know, Ulquiorra is WAY out of character lol. Oh well. He's still hot though.