Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. This was gifted to muraskikaida, still not sure if I'll produce a real fic out of this drabble or not. Read and Enjoy.
"I didn't know you had a number six tattooed to your back," Orihime said, tracing the inked black lines on his back. Her fingers felt warm on his back as he let her continue her exploration on his body.
"Shut up," he growled, giving her a good glare, not that she'd noticed it anyways. "Can't you leave me alone, I am trying to sleep. Stupid bitch." He grumbled the last part as he shut his eyes once again, trying to get some rest. She'd taken a lot out of him earlier, not that he hadn't thoroughly enjoyed it; he smirked reminiscing of her pleasured screams.
Grimmjow jerked his chest up at the strange feeling. "What the hell are you doing?" he yelled at the girl who was now currently interested in the hole in his chest.
"Sorry," she said, though she still hadn't taken her hand away from the hole. "I just wanted to know what would happen if I touched it."
"Well it feels weird so quit," he said, his face scowling at her in irritation. Orihime went back to ignoring him as her hand slid further along his back. Shaking his head, he laid back down, grabbing the pillow closer to his face and tried to get some shut eye. "Damn nuisance, don't even know why I keep you around."
His statement only got him a resounding giggle, she never took anything he said seriously and it pissed him off…well most sometimes in any case.