Chapter Three: Passions
Lynn and Seto shared a lot of things, but passion was certainly the most prevalent. It wasn't even the kind of hot, kinky, Kami-I-have-to-have-you-now , tearing up the sheetssort of sexual passion that most people thought of when they saw them walking down the street together. Not, of course, because it wasn't there, but you could only base so much of a relationship off of, albeit amazing, bedroom chemistry. There just had to be more to it, and there was.
He had the kind of passion for battle that she had only ever seen in shinobi. There was nothing in the world more thrilling to him than standing across from his enemy, even if was one as benign as Yami, and trying to tear apart their strategy, or produce the perfect defense or rally a brilliant counteroffensive. And, Kami, his temperament…
He had a sort of hot-bloodedness that was the perfect complement to her fiery nature. When the two of them were together, it was the kind of positive feedback response that kept them there. They could hate each other in that moment and it wouldn't matter: they were drawn to each other in such an intensely primal, searing way that not even death had kept them apart. He had the drive to challenge her, to force her to keep up with him, even when he lacked the physicality of male shinobi. He pushed her mind to the limit and demanded more of her, and she, determined not to fall behind him, was more than willing to give it.
He put her in the perfect place: she could indulge her instinct to battle without harming anyone, and he could luxuriate in his dominance because he knew that she gave it to him freely. At any minute, she could decide that he was officially the beta. It kept things lively, to say the least.
Quite simply, they argued…a lot; and, as with most things they did, they argued passionately. Sometimes, just for the sake of arguing. He liked to be difficult, and she liked to remind him who he was dealing with. Of course, more than not, the arguing led somewhere: one time a fight over the duel system had led to a total make-over…which had brought its own problems…and more arguing…
And, although insane sexual energy wasn't all of the shared passion they had, it was certainly the most fun aspect…her skin tingled even just thinking about how often those arguments escalated into nights spent in the tangle of sweat and sheets and the high cresting sensation of having him on top of her, inside of her…
Blushing, Lynn quickly turned away from Mokuba under the guise of reaching for her own iced tea. Deep down inside, though, she knew that as soon as the younger Kaiba was tucked away in his bed and she finally managed to wrangle Seto away from his laptop that all they would be arguing over was who was on top…