Bonus story set around 18 months after chapter 44 of my 'Doctoring the Blue Eyes' fic.
I own no rights 'cause I'm poor :P
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Dedicated to Phil, for inspiring me in more ways than one ;)
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"That's what I love about Torchwood. By day, you're chasing the scum of the universe. Come midnight, you're the wedding fairy." - Ianto Jones, Torchwood (S2, Ep9)
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Chapter One
The St. David's hotel stood high and proud in the night time sky as it towered high above the marshland area of Cardiff bay. Light shone out from the many tall windows that formed the outer wall of its luxurious complex, its roof arching upwards to catch the moonlight, sending a pale beacon into the darkened sky. Some of the light that escaped from the building was partially filtered across the nature reserve entrance on its doorstep. A heron, highlighted as it went about a spot of late night fishing, remained completely oblivious to the figure stood watching it from a room at the very top of the manmade structure.
With one hand holding the cell phone up to his ear whilst he watched the bird down below, Seto used his other hand to loosen the tie around his neck. "I really don't envy you and Becky making that flight with the little ones."
"It's not so bad." Mokuba's voice came down the line. "We do have Naoko here to provide help if we find ourselves struggling..."
"Like I said; I don't envy you." Seto chuckled his interruption as he idly dropped the tie onto a nearby chair where his jacket had previously been discarded and then undid the collar button on his shirt to make himself more comfortable. There were many, - too many, - times that he found his fiancée's closest friend too much to take, but dare not confess his dislike of the woman to either of them. "An eight hour public flight with Naoko rambling on about the world of fashion is something that I would gladly pass by anytime."
"Well it wouldn't be eight hours or a public flight if you hadn't gotten rid of your private jet!" The younger brother was less than pleased with the other's jesting. Of course Mokuba could have bought himself a plane of his own, but instead chose to pool his company's profits into expanding KaibaLand as well as starting up future funds for his children. "Why did you sell it off? Kaiba Corp isn't struggling to stay afloat in today's business market is it?"
"No, it's not that." Seto sighed. He brought his free hand up to rub his temples. The days of when Kaiba Corp took up every single waking moment of his time were long behind him and now the mere thought of further discussing his company's details at such an hour was enough to start his head throbbing. "Just doing my bit to keep carbon emissions down. There's no point sending another plane into the sky, - just because I have the money to do so, - when there's already a scheduled flight to carry over a dozen times more passengers than the total number I'd have on board my jet, even at full capacity."
"That doesn't sound like you to be all concerned about Global warming." Mokuba chuckled down the line.
Indeed it wasn't like him at all. It wasn't that Seto didn't care about what was happening to the planet, but just couldn't stand listening to politicians and 'so-called experts' drone on about their over-exaggerated research. Who knows, maybe he might have felt differently about such things if he didn't have inside information from a certain 'captain', assuring that the earth would remain pretty much how it is now, - minus a country or two, - for millions of years to come. The story he'd just told his brother had been nothing but a complete lie. A lie that he was willing to uphold as it not only made him look good in the public eye, but also shielded his true reason of why he had sold off the several million dollar plane in the first place.
"I swear that, that woman is changing you bro."
"Not changing; just rekindling." Seto smiled happily as his view lifted from the heron down below, as it took off into the sky with the reward for its tolerant efforts. "You know what it's like, to be in love ..."
"Please, not again or else I actually am gonna barf this time around!" There was nothing but teasing behind the younger brother's words, as he had come to realise just how the other must have felt all those times when he had spoken such romantically nauseating things.
Seto chuckled at the mocking complaint that had been made and moved the conversation onwards before he really did start rambling on about how much he loved the woman he would soon be married to. "So you're expected to land in Cardiff International at what time now?" Slowly he began to pace the room.
"Late afternoon." Mokuba's voice was highly frustrated with the fact that their flight had been delayed twice now. "Sorry I can't be more specific, but that's as much as anyone can get out of one of these idiots here."
"The weather must be bad for them to …" Seto failed to finish his sentence and also lost his trail of thought as one of the conjoining room doors opened and in stepped Kisara. He stopped his pacing and watched, transfixed as his fiancée made her way across the room towards the king-size bed; her short, skimpy, nightdress ever so slightly hiking up her thighs with each sway of her hips.
"It's all the snow and ice on the runways that's stopping us from taking off. Quite unusual for this time of year don't you agree?"
"Yeah….Very….Unusual." Mindlessly agreeing with his brother, Seto's head now tilted inquisitively to the side, catching a glimpse of flesh from underneath the silky garment and leaving very little to his imagination. Damn, she knows how to get my attention. "Look Mokie, I'm going to have to hang up now." He felt the blood in his body migrating south and wanted to end the call quickly. "I think the jetlag is catching up with me."
"You've just spend nearly the last month in Europe promoting your company. There's no way that you could have possibly gotten jetlag flying from Paris to Cardiff a few hours ago."
Seto now saw Kisara sat propped up against the pillows and under the luxurious covers of the bed as she waited for him to join her. "Well then… I must be extremely tired." He faked a yawn. "See, I'm exhausted, - can't keep my eyes open for a moment longer, - I'll be there to pick you all up from the airport tomorrow. Bye." He hung up before Mokuba had a chance to protest and dropped his cell phone onto his tie and jacket. Swiftly he whipped off his shirt over his head, completely ignoring the buttons that remained done up, and revealed the scars that were permanently scratched onto his torso.
"I thought you said that you were tired." Kisara giggled as she watched her man race to undo his belt and remove his trousers. "I'm sure your brother doesn't appreciate being lied to."
"There are very few things that I choose not to share with him, and times like these just happen to be one of them." Seto hopped on one leg and then the other as he removed his socks before lifting up the bottom of the bed covers to crawl in.
More giggles escaped from Kisara as she watched the bump underneath the covers come closer to her feet. A hand wrapped around her ankle and she gave a little squeal as she felt herself pulled down to lie on her back. Now that she was where he wanted her, it took Seto just the blink of an eye to position himself on top.
"Hang on a sec, I've got my foot caught." He told his fiancée as she reached her hand up around the back of his neck to pull him closer for a kiss. Seto's hand dived down to retrieve the boxers that he had been wearing a moment earlier and brought them out from under the covers to show her, before flinging them to the floor on his side of the bed. "Now where were we?"
Their mouths met and lips locked as they engaged in a passionate kiss, tongues entwining for several minutes before they had to stop in order to breathe again.
Kisara smiled whilst running her finger's through Seto's hair as he slowed pulled down the silk nightwear to reveal her breast and kiss her there gently. "You do realise that come this time the day after tomorrow, we'll be a married couple?"
"You're not having second thoughts are you?" He asked before delivering more kisses to the area of soft flesh.
"No, of course not." She assured before gasping from the playful nibble that she now received on her breast. "Are you?"
Seto stopped what he was doing and looked at her sceptically with raised brows. "I've waited my whole life to be with you, so what makes you think that I'm going to give you up now?" A grin shone on his face as he delivered his tease. "You're doomed to become a Kaiba and spend the rest of your days with me."
"Whatever shall I do?" Kisara laughed jokingly before they shared another kiss and pulled his body closer, down from where he hovered above her. "So Mr Kaiba, what should I expect to be forced to do once I become Mrs Kaiba?"
"Oh, I won't force you to do anything that you don't want to do." A mischievous smile crept onto Seto's face. "But I know what I'd like to do to you." He lowered himself down further and slowly entered into her. "Shall we get some last minute practise in so that we're ready for the night of the big day?"
"Like we haven't been doing enough of that just recently?" Came the smirked reply.
They'd only been in motion for a couple of minutes when the door that Kisara had entered previously was slowly pushed open. "What are you doing?" The sound of the four year-old's voice caused them both to freeze, as they stared at each other with startled, horrified, expressions and were thankful that they still remained covered by the bed sheets.
"Anathema." Seto growled his frustration quietly.
"We're just hugging." Kisara had to bite down on her lip to stop herself from laughing as she spoke to the little girl who had interrupted their act. Her head turned and the urge to laugh disappeared when she saw the upset child. "What's wrong Baby?"
"I had a bad dream." One of her hands held tightly to the bunny plush she carried whilst the other was raised to her eyes, rubbing them sore as she tried to clear away the tears that had been softly cried since she had woken up.
Seto's view also turned to rest on the child he had taken on since the night that her father had died. With her mother already deceased and knowing that his brother and sister-in-law would soon have two of their own to take care of, he had decided that Anathema would become his responsibility. There was no way that he would allow her to feel the same rejection that he had, by being placed in an orphanage when there were still family relatives capable of looking after her. She may be Noah's daughter but he'd raise her as if she had been his own, and with Kisara already having a bond with the child from having been employed as a nanny to her, Anathema had settled well in her new family unit.
"Mommy Kara." She'd been calling her former nanny by this term for the past couple of months now. "Can I sleep here?"
"Er…?" Kisara looked up to the man still lying on top of her seeking an answer before she gave her own to the little girl.
"I guess so." The heavy sigh that left Seto's mouth made clear his unenthusiastic forfeiting of the chance to be able to reach their climax that night. "The mood has died anyway."
"I'm sorry Darling." She smiled apologetically, aware that he had turned limp inside her from having their moment ruined by the unexpected interruption. "I promise to make it up to you on our wedding night." Her hand ran through his hair once more and lured him closer for a kiss.
Seto returned the kiss before pulling away and was careful to make sure that their nakedness remained concealed from Anathema's view as he shuffled across the bed to retrieve the discarded boxers. He placed them back on, all the while under the veil of the sheets, and then flung himself back to lie on his side of the bed.
Kisara also made sure that her form was covered as she pulled down the nightwear which had crept its way up her torso from having been dragged from her sitting position. She then peeled back the covers to allow the small green haired girl to clamber up and settle in the centre of the bed between them. "Why don't you tell me all about your dream?" Wrapping an arm around Anathema, they snuggled up together and the child began to explain about the nightmare that had upset her.
Turning onto his side to face them, Seto watched his wife-to-be comfort his niece as the little girl revealed that she still had flashbacks relating to the night when her father had died, her dreams haunted by the Daleks that had tried to snatch the Earth and delete all life from the universe. Occasionally he too would have the odd flashback of that time but managed to overcome them, even the most distressing moments, - there were plenty of them, - when he was convinced that he had lost those who meant the most to him.
A broad smile spread across his face whilst he continued to watch the woman he loved comfort the young child as soothing words of reassurance were spoken to help ease Anathema into a peaceful sleep.
The whole Dalek ordeal remained a mystery to Kisara who had no recollection of it. Her mind had been wiped of all memories from the months leading up to the invasion, including the time that the couple had spent getting to know each other through their dating. It was unavoidable, but had it not happened then the energy and knowledge that had been absorbed by the timelord's failed regeneration would have imploded her mind and killed her. But they had overcome that hurdle of emptiness as true love prevailed and here they were, about to become husband and wife.
"What?" Kisara giggled as she caught sight of the dopey looking grin on Seto's face.
"You make a wonderful mother." He told her sincerely. They'd been trying for a baby of their own for sometime now but hadn't had any luck so far.
"It'll happen." She smiled back knowing that he longed for children of his own. For someone to call him 'daddy', unlike the little girl between them who referred to him as 'uncle Seto', - which unarguably he was, - and they wouldn't force change upon her.
"I know." Seto shuffled closer and planted gentle kisses on both their foreheads before carefully placing his arms around them. "But even if it doesn't, you two still make me the happiest man alive."