Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Gi Oh! Nor any of its affiliates.

Song lyrics in Italics: Game over by Alexa Vega, Breaking Inside by Shinedown.

A/N: I fully recommend you read "Past" before this, however it is not imperative. :D

Kodak Theatre, USA. August 15th.

The chatter was loud and echoed through the ballroom. Clinks of the knives and forks and spoons against the rims of the soup bowls for the first course of the meal followed. Wines and beers were poured in abundance; spirits were swallowed with a bit more caution.

The heavy perfume made Yugi's nose twitch, he sneezed once or twice while blushing heavily as Rebecca fussed over him, asking him if he was alright or catching a cold. What she didn't know, that in her effort to appear more sophisticated with the likes of "Viv" and Mai, she was making Yugi sneeze more.

Yugi heard a chuckle next to him; he blushed as the sneer of Kaiba was forthcoming. Joey, Tristan and Duke had also hid their laughter – not as well as Kaiba however Rebecca – smart as she was hadn't seemed to notice.

The group of them sat on the adjacent table to Pegasus who had only a few people at his table. He had made his apologies to both Kaiba and Yugi that he had to make cuts, and while yes, they were rather spectacular duellists – and business owners in their own rights, he thought they would prefer to sit together, rather than apart.

Yugi had smiled and thanked him for his "thoughtfulness." Kaiba didn't say anything, the last thing he wanted to do was sit at the same table as that freak show, the man had a special throne made for himself, just for this occasion! Although grudgingly Kaiba had to admit, he would have preferred Pegasus who could ignore him, rather than Siegfried who lived to antagonise him. That berk was sitting a few tables down, with his little brother, the satisfaction that Siegfried wasn't within 100 metres of the head table was enough for Kaiba to stand sitting with the geek squad for what seemed an eternity.

Pegasus had managed to turn what could have been a simple dinner, into a circus. After every course there was some sort of performance. The first course was already being cleared away and Kaiba could see the curtains in front of him moving, Mokuba was shifting next to him impatiently, "when will we see Téa, Seto?"

Kaiba started, and tried to stop the rising blush on his cheeks. He looked down at his brother, "I don't know Mokuba, I had no idea she was even here she's not a duellist."

"Neither is Tristan but he's here, and Duke prefers Dungeon Dice Monsters. I heard from Yugi that Téa was performing tonight – dancing and doing something else apparently its top secret!" Mokuba's enthusiasm for his friend was almost nauseating. Especially since the only thing that came to mind when Téa was mentioned was Egyptian cotton. Ripped, Egyptian cotton.

Flashback: Ancient Egypt.

"Téana…" the soothing sigh made her smile, she felt the hand on her thigh and rolled on her back towards her lover obligingly, she was met with a languorous kiss of tongue and soft nips.

He pulled back only slightly and she ran a finger under his chin, "good morning my -"

He frowned and pulled back even further. "I thought I told you, when we are alone there is nothing between us. No titles, no rules." He leaned in again to kiss her and smirked as he made himself more comfortable, "no barriers…"

She laughed at his roaming hands; she pulled away from his lips gasping while he continued down her cheeks and neck. "If had let me finish you impatient man. You wouldn't have had to interrupt with such irritation."

He mumbled something against her neck which made her giggle again, "let me start again." He was still kissing her chest and nodding the affirmative, "good morning my love."

She felt him still slightly before the tiniest kiss on her breast made her smile.

Kodak Theatre, USA – August 15th

He closed his eyes as that particular remembrance – one that he had just recently come across in dreams that whatever he did, never seemed to leave his subconscious. It was one of the most vivid encounters he had ever experienced. When he woke up he was always shaking.

With desire.

He always could feel himself hard, aching, consumed with his desire for something that he had never experienced. But something that seem bone chillingly familiar. The taste of her lips and skin from the heat. The smell of her hair – citrus. The smoothness of her skin. Her hair was like silk falling down to her buttocks and over his torso as she had arched her back while bouncing away.

Kaiba opened his eyes and looked around the ballroom. Thankfully no one was looking in his direction. He commanded his eyes to look up at the stage as the men were setting up – slow and incompetent as usual. If he closed his eyes another flash of a memory would hit him. And he was unsure if he could take it.

It had taken him months before he had realised that no matter what he did – medicine, warm milk before sleep, three blankets, an old teddy bear from his Sesame Street phase –He could not get her, or her naked body out of his dreams.

He could tell, blindfolded out of thousands of women who she was just by touch, taste or smell. Her moans of pleasure were ingrained within his cranium, bunched next to important data that within a business meeting somehow seemed to become less imperative.

He clutched at his knee underneath the table so that no one – especially his brother, could notice his rising frustration as his thoughts led him far astray. Even with his eyes open.

He swallowed imperceptibly and mused over their first private encounter since they had gotten back to Domino, while ignoring the current soulful singer upon the stage.

It had taken a full month before she was able to look him in the eye again and another full month to stop blushing. The way back from Egypt, on that blasted cruise ship he could describe as being the worst time of his entire life.

Not only did Mokuba manage to take a picture (which he found a week later and burned- much to his brother's dismay) but he was stuck with the geek squad, who instead of hating him, were embarrassed to be around him. Téa hadn't fared much better, it had left the two of them alone at meal times with Mokuba asking one question per second.

It was only toward the end of the journey home that they finally managed to start talking to her, they didn't meet each others eyes however but it was still better than nothing, and he was getting sick of avoiding Mokuba's questions of "what did you do over there?" Téa's full on red face made it clear she understood the double entendre, unintentional on Mokuba's behalf but nevertheless a reminder of what their past selves had done.

Toward the end of their third month back in Japan she had come to visit him. He had been sipping on a glass of water and almost dropped it when Roland's face blinked onto the security video and asked if "Miss Téa Gardener could please come up." Roland had glanced at him curiously when he had stuttered incoherently and smirked when he had said yes.

It wasn't often that Téa was mentioned. Only when Mokuba asked about Yugi or the rest of them in general were she talked about – if not only in passing. And every time Roland would not fail to give his all-knowing smirk. Kaiba hadn't given him any bonuses for the holidays, which frustratingly, only made his security guard, smirk all the more.

Kaiba could remember it like it was only yesterday. It had been a Saturday, warm with not a cloud in the sky. He had sat glaring at his screen waiting for the ding of the elevator outside his door. When he had finally heard it, the uncharacteristic slight jump of his fingers made him press the wrong button on his computer, the loud beeping made him close the laptop quickly as Téa made her way over to him thanking Roland as he walked back to the elevator.

Domino City, Japan. June 27th

He appraised her, subtle about it, he was pleased to see that she was generally covered up. He could handle just having her bare arms –ones that had wrapped around his neck while riding waves of searing pleasure - placed in front of him, anything else and the flashbacks would start coming full force.

She looked nervous but determined, an unusual combination, "well?" He wasn't as harsh as usual, something that annoyed him. She sighed and rolled her eyes, "I'm sick of being weird around you."

Straight to the point, something he respected. "It's not my fault, your insecurities are your own Gardener don't drag me into this foolishness-"

"You were there!" She interrupted him heatedly slapping her hands on her hips; silence filled his high office as they glared at each other. "You haven't been to school in forever-"

He let out a cruel chuckle at that making her falter. His eyes were penetrating, "you flatter yourself to think I haven't been to school because of the need to avoid you." He stood up abruptly making her step back.

His smirked at her apprehension and walked around his desk, the white suit fit his body well and Téa tried to avoid looking anywhere below his neck, she didn't want the dreams to come back to haunt her.

Flashback: Ancient Egypt.

Téana hated being in the same room as him, twice she had almost over-poured her Pharaoh's drink, twice too many. She was never one to make mistakes, let alone the same one twice.

Unless of course she counted making love with the High Priest a mistake. Which now she did.

Set and his wife Kisara, who had been overjoyed to see her again, sat directly next to the Pharaoh for the banquet. Kisara had tried to hold a conversation with her however Set had stopped her, explaining that servants did not talk to the upper class at meal times.

The Pharaoh had smiled gently at the blushing blue-haired women, "it is alright my friend," he gestured at Téana to come refill their drinks, "I'm sure later in the evening when dinner is over Téana would not mind staying to appease your wife about her wonderful life in the palace."

Everybody around the table laughed except Set. Téana finished filled the Pharaohs drink before pulling away, "Are you thinking perhaps thinking too hard Téana?"

Her skirts swished as she turned obediently, "no my lord." Her voice was musical, and far too near for Set's liking, everything about her was tempting – the way The Pharaoh liked them. Tempting, but so far out of everyone else's reach.

The Pharaoh motioned to the almost empty drink sitting in front of her old lover, swallowing and unable to do anything but obey, she walked back to the table, avoiding his eyes. She trembled slightly as she poured the drink, Téana could feel his eyes on her, intense, she smiled at Kisara who smiled back brightly. Pulling back and wiping the edge of the jug, Téana prepared to walk away.

Domino City, Japan. June 27th

Téa tried to ignore the memory floating about her consciousness as Kaiba stood in front of her, she barely made it to his neck his head was bent down hands in his pockets and he was smirking. His nonchalant attitude annoyed her – as it always did. And from previous experience she knew anything she said would basically go unheard.

They were both silent for a long while. Him with self satisfaction within her acute embarrassment, and her due to the fact that there was only one thing she could say maybe to get a rise out of him. Again there was a problem with that as what spilled out of her mouth could backfire against her.

"The dreams-"

It was abrupt and embarrassing, yet it was all she needed to say. She looked up into the wide blue eyes of what she couldn't believe was the incarnation of her past lover. He was looking at her – his cheeks slowly blooming with embarrassment. Knowing she was in the same boat continuing to bait him would not help – especially since they were so close.

"I've had them too." She took a deep breath. The vulnerability in her eyes made him believe her. "I've tried everything I could think of to get rid of them, but nothing worked." Her voice got quieter toward the end. Her next question was hesitant, "have you found any way to-"

Turning away and stalking to his large view of the city he cut her off sharply, "if I had I would have come to school already."

Her face bloomed red. She supposed that he had no options. He had a job and was a genius; school was nothing but a formality, while for her it was necessity.

He was standing; one arm leaned up against the glass, looking immaculate –except the haggard look upon his face. The memories were doing their work. Taking their tole on the both of them. Edging them to the point where something had to be done – anything.

The nature of the dreams gave them the only clue they had to go on. It stood between them like a giant chasm. Slowing being filled with sexual tension, urging them to meet in the middle and then fall away as they gave way to pleasure.

She stood there helpless, he had been her last hope – she hadn't told her parents, nor any of her friends. It was something that had been pushed under the rug. Never to be brought up again. There was no way she could afford a psychiatrist or dream reader on her own. She supposed she should have thanked him – if he had gone to school it would have made things much more difficult yet he had allowed her to go without having him as a distraction.

"I'm working on something." She looked up from her shoes while he talked to glass. "I don't know how long it will take, nor if it will work – but I promise you I'll keep trying."

The unspoken rang between them.

I have to.

Cause I feel like I'm breaking inside.

She swallowed audibly. "Thank you Kaiba –in the meantime I'll-"

"Do nothing."He cut her off again, harsher than before, fist clenching against the glass, "The last thing I need is for anyone to hear about this."

Téa glared at him. "If you had let me finish you impatient mphff!" No sooner had she started the sentence had he blanched and nearly tipped over his chair in his hurry to clap a hand over her mouth.

"Do not finish that sentence."His voice was gravely and low, almost threatening. Her eyes were wide with surprise. He kept his hand upon her until she realized what she had said.

"If had let me finish you impatient man. You wouldn't have had to interrupt with such irritation."

It was almost a replica of the dream. She shivered as he removed his hand and let it hang at his side, almost brushing the skin of her arm.

Cause baby there's a part of me that hit the wall.

Being this close to her a second time was enough to test his patience. And he had stopped thinking rationally – since she had mentioned the dreams, they were the only thing on his mind. With the object of them within his grasp, Seto Kaiba was not one to let things go so easily.

I don't want to live, to waste another day.

It was their first kiss – in this time. Slow and tentative as he bent his head down to meet her lips, while she rose up on her toes to greet him. It was just lips on lips for the first few seconds before she lost her balance and had to put her hands on his chest to steady herself. They broke scant inches before she moved in closed and went up again as he bent down and their lips slowly moved against each other finding the rhythm.

Out here, nothing's clear, except the moment I decided to move on and I ignited this affair

The pace built up, and soon her hands were tangled up in his hair. She was pressed up against him and small whimpers came from her mouth as he ran his tongue over the seam of her lips. She opened eagerly, as soon as that taste – familiar but different hit – his hands were everywhere.

You know there ain't no coming back when your still keep carrying the past you can't erase.

As his long fingers dragged their way up her clothed legs he gave a hiss of disapproval, she gave a small cry of apology, but was too busy kissing him to really care. He staggered backwards trying to move them and lift her at the same time. His unco-ordination and their combined eagerness to feel as much of each other as possible made him fall haphazardly onto his desk, scattering the desk lamp, papers, and pens.

Still kissing her slowly, he sat down on the desk pulling her with him. She ended up straddling him with her knees against the top of the desk leaving her to bend down and kiss him. She did so eagerly, while he reciprocated stroking the inners of her elbows with his thumbs, massaging the back of her head, pulling her top out of her jeans to feel the warm flesh of her spine.

A knock on the door forced them to part abruptly. "Mr Kaiba?" Roland's voice was apologetic and full of irritation. "I'm sorry but you have a call from the Chief of development."

They were breathing heavily; his hands were still on her back as he tried to regain himself and consciousness. Roland's voice called out again, "they said it was very important and was to be directed straight to you, per your own instructions."

Kodak Theatre, USA. August 15th

After they had both stiffened, realising that the man that was developing the idea for getting rid of the dream-memories was calling, he had let go of her. She had slid off without preamble muttering something about sending it to her if it worked.

Roland had peered in as she strode out of his office, head held high. Both their eyes and his secretary's had followed her down the hall to the elegant elevator at the end where she slid in and avoided looking back at him. As the doors shut and the sound echoed through him.

Roland and his secretary had both looked back in at him, with his pens on the floor by his feet, paper scattered around and desk lamp tipped off and hanging precariously. His hair he could feel was completely dishevelled. His tie was loose, his blazer unbuttoned and blue shirt wrinkled as were his pants.

Roland had shut the door and was soon heard talking on the phone to the Chief explaining that his boss was currently unavailable.

Taking a sip of the water in front of him Seto recalled the day as one of the most unapologetically insane days of his life.

The singer was long gone by now, and the second course, Shrimp cocktails had been placed around on everyone's plate. Mokuba had declined and was munching upon one of the many breadsticks left on the table.

Not deigning to eat the sad excuse for seafood, Seto just sipped his water, trying to forget that not only had he slept well that night – no dreams at all, but had slept well for almost a week until the dreams had started again. To which he then found out that it could take years for his employee to create something to help him effectively.

He knew why he had slept so well, even an idiot could have figured it out. The thought of seeking her out to have weekly make-out sessions left a bitter taste in his mouth. Téa wasn't a whore, nor would he make her one.

He had spent nights locked up trying to find a solution to the problem, and yet every time the answer always came back to her. They hadn't spoken to each other since that June. Thankfully they had been so busy Mokuba hadn't mentioned the geek squad since the invitation that arrived for this gathering, one he knew was imperative to attend. Not only was it good to keep a good idea on the competition, but it was also a good idea to get a look at Téa. The dreams were becoming more and more potent, so much so he had even found himself dressing in his school uniform just so he could catch one glimpse of her.

In the midst of his musings the lights blacked out with a bam, it was like an elevator - an instant silencer. The quiet hush of the room was filled with excitement, Kaiba could hear something shuffling around above him, and could see blacked shadows upon the stage as things were set up.

Just as quickly as the lights had gone out a spotlight appeared onstage. The blonde hair was illuminated by light as she slowly raised her head and opened her eyes to reveal their colour – hazel. As soon as her eyes had opened music started.

It had a techno, sultry beat to it. It made Seto's hair raise on end and his eyes narrow.

"Game over. There are no rules in this game."

"…except win… at any cost."

The beat picked up making the girl do jagged quick moves as though she was a living puppet. Her hair swung out and around, her purple cloak followed her movements.

"How on earth can she walk in those boots?" Mokuba whispered with awe. Seto found himself wondering the same thing. They were the same dark purple, laced up to her knee, with large chunky wedge heels. Her skirt was made of black floaty material and ended at her knees when she stopped moving.

"I want that outfit." Joey looked up and down at the envious Mai and snorted. He panicked slightly when she turned to glare at him, "hey, hey chill out Mai." He turned red, "I just meant that… it wouldn't do you justice…" He trailed off into a whisper, red to match Mai's pink cheeks.

Kaiba smirked in amusement as she turned away to hide her smile while Wheeler looked downtrodden that he'd upset his girlfriend again. Joey caught him smirking and glared at him. Mirth decorating his features Kaiba turned back to the stage to see the girl belt out what seemed to be the chorus.

"Game over…for now."

As soon as the "now" had come down from is crescendo another spotlight broke in.

"Winning the game is the only ruled allowed."

Gasps filled Kaiba's ears but he could only hear one thing, as everyone craned their necks to look to the ceiling. There Téa sat rather precariously in the inside of a large golden hoop.

As she continued singing the hoop started to move around slightly, swinging her back and forth and around.


"No more good luck, or tears from the crowd."

"Guys! This is one of your best friends, why aren't you smiling! You do know she will be fine up there?" Mai's indignation as she looked around at the men of the table was justified, but wrong nevertheless. It wasn't the fact that she was high up and being swung around like a rag doll. It was what she was wearing that caused the shocked faces.

Her clothes were reminiscent of the dancers that had shimmied their way into the ancient Pharaohs birthday party celebrations. Her belly was bared except for the small dangly piece in her bellybutton, Kaiba could only hope it was fake. Her legs were mostly bare except for the sheer colourful fabric that hung down her legs, her top completely covered her breasts and hung off shoulders. "Those hair extensions suit her!" Kaiba disagreed with Rebecca. The suited Téana, but they didn't suit Téa.

Panic overwhelmed Kaiba and he shot a look at Pegasus who seemed to be enjoying the song and dance. He also seemed to revel in the awe when Duel monsters came up onto the screen behind the unnamed girl – to simulate the battle Téa and she were meant to be having. Pegasus if he knew about them would no doubt be looking at him idly with one of those infuriating, "ha I know all!" Kind of smirks.

"You look around and find you've lost your team, you tried your best but you ran out of steam."

Kaiba ignored the looks of fury he was getting from Joey, ones that confused Mai to no end. Rebecca was again trying to help a rather pale Yugi, unhelpfully. Duke and Tristan still looked green and avoided looking anywhere but each other and their plates.

The other girl began singing now, and cheers rose up from a table a few spots away, her smile broadened and she pointed a finger out there in glee making more cheers shout out.

Téa followed with her singing, Kaiba knew she wouldn't have expected anyone to shout out, however due to what she deemed the guys uselessness, Mai stood up and shouted her support for Téa, loudly.

"No wonder her and Joey like each other." Mokuba commented quietly to him. Despite his panic that Pegasus would know what was happening between him and Téa, he couldn't help but give a chuckle at what his brother had said.

"It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game"

Mokuba watched as his brother immediately stopped chuckling as the words Téa just sung went through him. For the past two minutes Mokuba had seen a myriad of emotions cross his brothers face ranging from panic, anger, shock, awe and something he was sure he was too young to understand. Now Mokuba could see nothing but stubbornness. He knew his brother well, he wouldn't do anything to harm anyone – unless they had done something to hurt his family, or their future. Mokuba turned back to the stage where Téa was being lowered to. She had never done anything to them – she had even saved his life! However she and Seto obviously had something against each other.

"Is that all you got?"

"Come on!"

"Uh uh!"

"Bring it on!"

By the looks of his brother, Mokuba was sure he'd bring whatever Téa seemed to have just unknowingly asked. Mokuba turned back to the now illuminated stage. The screen was bright and the fierce duel was almost at an end. His brothers fidgeting was getting worse.

"Game. Over."

As the room blacked out, the room burst into applause, it went on through the darkness and continued as the lights came back on and the curtains closed. Mokuba noticed his brothers absence immediately. He hadn't told Mokuba explicitly to do anything, so the young man assumed he would be back momentarily. He looked up at Yugi and noticed that he was smiling at the chair, the two caught each others eyes, "bathroom?" Yugi asked, Mokuba grinned, "either that or he's gone back to work."

The two shared a laugh and went back and accepted the offering of one of the four choices for their main meal.

The door opened silently like a wraith however Téa could see in her mirror the wraith wasn't the door; rather it was the person opening it. The person that had haunted her thoughts more than once recently. He took one long step in then closed the door behind him, she kept contact with his eyes through the mirror. He was wearing his signature black pants, long sleeved jersey and boots, his long blue trench was thrown over it.

She had changed in a large t-shirt, it went down to her knees and emblazoned on the front was her dancing studio's logo. Her hair was down from its confinements and curling over her cheeks. She had just finished removing her makeup.

The irony was not lost on the both of them. They kept eye-contact through the mirror. "Pegasus doesn't know."

He didn't move and she looked out of the mirror to take the earrings out of her ears, "it was nothing more that a coincidence."

The necklaces and bracelets followed the golden earrings; he was please to note that the decoration of her stomach was long gone. She still avoiding looking into the mirror – she didn't want to try his patience anymore. "I tried to get out of doing that particular part, but no-one else wanted to do it." She got a hold of her hair and twisted it up into a large bun, "and I really wanted a leading role, it was never meant to antagonise or embarrass you…"

She finger on the back of her neck made her stop talking. She hadn't even heard him approach. The pad of his thumb made its way slowly up and down the smooth skin of her neck making her breathing accelerate slightly. He reached up into her hair and removed the bun from its confinements. The extensions were well put in as they did not snag while he ran his hands through it.

She tried to avoid looking at the mirror to avoid his eyes. His familiarity with her was nerve-wracking. In a good way.

Memories flooded past her eyes of their past lives, the good, bad, sexual, intimate, angry, jealous, loving. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, he turned her gently and she allowed it.

They stood there for a minute, her afraid, him waiting. "I'm not angry." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Tease."

Gasping in shock she raised her head to glare at him but she wasn't quick enough as he swooped down to kiss her passionately. He immediately wrapped one arm around her waist and the other cupped her cheek. It was as though he was afraid she would run away.

He needn't have worried.

I've finally figured out whats mine

They found their rhythm again; it was faster than their first kiss, filled with more promise as well. She was raised up uncomfortably on her tippy-toes, He hands moved up from where they were resting on his pectorals to his shoulders were she pressed down hard and wriggled upwards.

He stopped their kiss to look at her, his cheeks were red while her lips were swollen. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice was harsh – filled with impatience. She grinned, "nothing, I just wanted to get closer."

With that she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and this time initiated the kiss. She felt his smirk as he moved his hands to better accompany her, they roamed her lower back, never close enough to rub her behind.

Her hands left his shoulders and started to remove his jacket, making him pull back again to help her, one hand held her to him, the other was removed of the jacket, "hurry." Was all she whispered and to that he groaned. He set her feet back down on the floor, she looked at him, hunger evident.

He stopped in the middle of taking off his boots to kiss her again. It was sloppy and rushed but they didn't care. He toed off his shoes, forgetting about the laces for once, only to break apart again to take their shirts off.

They didn't stop to look at each other. The feeling on flesh on flesh was too important. They became more adventurous now. Her mouth moved to his neck, while his moved down towards the covered mounds of her breasts. Her hands undid his belt buckle and zipper while he just pulled the bra down not even bothering to undo it.

It didn't matter if anyone could hear them or not. All that mattered was each other. Their whispered murmurs of each others names, cries from Téa when he licked her nipples and exhalation of breath from Seto when her hands brushed his cock.

He lowered her to the carpeted floor of her dressing room, almost ripping her underwear off. She eagerly sat up to push his pants and boxers off. Her legs opened obligingly – no memory had ever made either of them so ready. As he entered her quickly a squeak emitted from her, one that he recognised as different.

From the moment they had started this was the first time he had really stopped to look her in the face. Her hair was fanned out, her eyes sparkling and mouth red like a cherry. She was smiling. Her hands rubbed up and down his arms soothingly, urging him to continue. Impatience forgotten now that he was inside of her, he moved slowly. Their muscles contracted together and he couldn't help but give a small cry of pleasure.

Now that they were joined the anxiety to just be as close as possible was gone. Haste was not needed; all that mattered was each other. He set the pace, it was slow and unhurried – they wanted to keep this moment. She rose up to meet him, when he hit a particular spot her eyes would roll back and she would let out a moan.

"Seto." It was a whispered call of his name and she let go and tumbled headfirst into oblivion. He bent down to kiss her gently as he felt something building, he could feel himself wanting it, the glorious triumph that awaited their efforts. Their pace increased, he wanted to see that look on her face again, the one of pure happiness and pleasure.

He heard nothing but her whimpers of his name and other incoherent words. She clutched at his upper arms and she gave out one last cry and arched up against him. He felt himself stiffen and let out a groan of his own as all his strength left him with the force of his climax.

He braced himself against his arms as she let go of him and let herself flop to the carpeted floor. Perspiration dotted their bodies. He watched her breathing slowly return to normal before she met his eyes. A small smile graced her lips she wriggled out from him. Seto rose and moved into a sitting position while Téa moved to sit in his lap.

Neither of them said anything as she stroked his face and messy hair. She kissed him lightly and he allowed her to cuddle back into him. He savoured this. He didn't want it to end.

I think about why I'm alone by myself, no one else to explain how far do I go. No one knows.

Slight edit: 27/03/10.