"What I'm I doing and saying?" He questioned.

"Just now. Right now. You placed your hands on my waist and told me you have never had, something, I don't know what you were trying to say. Then you just cut off and said 'It excites me so much Y/n.' Right against my neck. Why did you do and say that?"

Hearing what you described, Orihime couldn't help but partially choke on her water. If she recalls the old Hisoka back then, it was probably something sexual like usual.

"S-sorry." She mumbled through her small coughs.

"I didn't say or do anything. I was right here the entire time." Hisoka replied with much stillness.

Looking back to Orihime for validation, "He really didn't say or move an inch." She said.

"Oh." You looked down pensively. "It must of been a memory. Do you remember that memory Hisoka?"

Resting his hands on that petite waist, he gripped hard. Purposely lowering his face against the croon of your neck. Making sure you can feel his breathing slowly guild down the shaft of your neck.

Feeling your body tense up against his own, he couldn't help but smirk to himself knowing he evoked some reaction from you.

"H-hey that's not fair, you know I can't act out when near the hot stove! Hands off! " He heard your futile attempted plea.

Inching nearer against that smooth neck, "Oh, it'll be so nice to have sex with a dominant woman for a change. The thought of trying to get you to submit to me.. Mmm~" He darkly growled hot and heavy behind your ear as he sexually trailed his hands up your stomach at a slow and steady pace to make the sensation feel ever so sensual and seductive.

"It excites me so much Y/n."

It all happened the first night you cooked dinner for him. The night he got you to fall asleep for the first time in a long time and the minute you got up, you told him you will go and make dinner for the both of you. He remembers taking you from school early after those cops arrived and carried you to his bed to rest.

"No I don't remember that. It must of been a very old memory." Hisoka straight out lied. Although she didn't know him so well, Orihime could tell he was lying. Because Hisoka is someone that never forgets anything.

"I see." You quietly mumbled to yourself.

Looking down at your waist, you subconsciously touched your waist where he, or where you imagined he touched you for a few seconds. Without doubt that was a memory. It felt too real.

"My bad." You apologised before getting back to breakfast.

Hisoka could tell by your eyes and how you ghostly touched your waist that you might be growing more confused and suspicious of the kind of friendship you and him had.

Not that he minded. He only feared that you would remember really private memories of you and him and freak out or feel overwhelmed and withdraw from him. Or worst case, you will remember that hatred you felt for him towards the end.

"Oh god, Y/n I just remembered I have an errand to do. Why don't you and Hisoka have breakfast huh? Okay yeah, I'll see you when you come back. Please send me pictures of everywhere you go. Hisoka can send me your number later." Orihime urgently got up to give you a friendly hug.

"Bye you two!" She yelled as she walked away. Not really giving you a chance to talk.

"Okay..." You awkwardly trailed off with two bowls in your hands.

"Would you like to eat with me? It's just fruits and yoghurt, nothing heavy."

Lightly smirking, "Sure." He replied.

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