(Warning: Lemons, don't read if you don't like)
Chapter 7: Confused Actions and New Obsessions
The single lamp shone in her room as the night passed outside. Wearily, Atlanta sat in her bed reading a book, holding it over her inflated stomach. One thing she hated about being pregnant was the fact that she was always tired and restless. Like now she wished she could fall asleep, but she was restless over something. Her hormones were in hyper drive and there was no stopping them.
Probably hungry again, she thought to herself in an agitated way. That was another thing she hated, the fact that her appetite had risen beyond the satisfaction levels of a normal human being. Right now she would love nothing more than to eat her way through a crate of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. At the thought, her stomach groaned softly making her roll her eyes. There was no way she could sink into this novel of hers, which was supposed to help her sleep like they had in years gone past.
Atlanta's stomach seemed to grumble again, more loudly this time, making her sigh agitatedly. She pulled back her covers and headed for the door, deeply intent on heading for the kitchen fridge downstairs. She caught a glimpse of herself as she passed the mirror and froze. Blinking she took a several steps back to have a proper look in the full length mirror.
Atlanta cringed almost instantly. She wasn't wearing the most flattering of night gowns, but these days that' all she could fit into. The reason for this was the large swelling in her tummy that was her future. Smiling, she placed a hand on the bump tenderly, almost subconsciously stroking the child within.
They had been home for three weeks now and although the doctor had told her that everything was well and good with the baby she was carrying, she had often found herself worrying about him. Atlanta had been sure something had gone wrong at Academy Island but apparently she had just been suffering repercussions from her ordeal and that it was nothing to be worried about.
Interrupting her train of thoughts again, her stomach decided to yell loudly again. She was about to walk away from the mirror when something else caught her eye. She was sure she had seen her stomach…jump? How, she didn't know, but there was definitely some sort of flinch in her swelling when her stomach rumbled.
What the deuce? She thought to herself, placing her hands on her stomach again, examining it personally, to find any evidence of the strange occurrence. It was during this time that the same freak episode happened again, only this time she definitely felt the little strong pulse that over took her belly.
Atlanta frowned and looked down at her belly. How hungry was she? Had something gone wrong? But she didn't feel any different. Could some…
Then the thought struck her, she wasn't hungry at all…well maybe a little but that wasn't the reason for the freak occurrence taking place. "The baby's kicking!" She whispered, needing to hear the words herself in order to believe it. Even then it took a little while to sink in, until she felt the little fluttering again. "Oh, wow, hello little guy!"
Tears of happiness filled her eyes, she wanted to run and shout about her joy. But she daren't move, she just wanted to share this moment with her baby, mother and child, their first true interaction. Mother and child…sounded nice. They would be a family, her, the baby and Kaiba.
Immediately, her eyes snapped to meet her reflection. Where had that thought come from? Kaiba? He hardly wanted to be a father…but he did. She knew he did, she could tell from his protective nature, from the way he'd want her to always check in…it certainly wasn't to make sure she was ok, they hated each other, always fought, couldn't stand the sight of each other.
Atlanta felt she should include Kaiba in this, share the happy news with him. Or was it just the fact she felt so overjoyed that she had to tell someone, anyone, that her baby was well on his way to becoming a soccer legend. Their baby, he'd always reminded her of that, always. She found this fact a little irritating since he wanted to terminate the baby in the first place, now he's the doting father? Arrogant prig!
But, hate him as she might, he was the father of her baby, and he had a right to know about this as much as she did. Sighing, she crossed the room and reached out her hand towards the handle of the door that led to their joint bathroom. She froze before touching it, suddenly very nervous.
She hadn't spoke to him properly since he'd kissed her, well at least alone. And she still felt flushed every time she thought of it, in fact, remembering it had given her a number of restless nights. She'd actually been worried he'd approach her again in that way, but she needn't have bothered.
Since returning from Academy Island, Atlanta had rarely seen or heard from her husband, except from the check ups he'd insisted she made with him. Other than that she hadn't even seen Kaiba at dinner.
Apparently things were busy with the company, at least Mokuba had said so a number of times. Anyway, if Kaiba was dedicated to Kaiba Corp before the incident on the island, he was damn right obsessed now. Atlanta hadn't even heard him return at nights, but she assumed he did since she was prone to early nights, needing a lot of rest to recuperate.
Staring at the door handle, Atlanta frowned, who he be home now? She hadn't heard anything but then, her hearing had always been a bit on the dodgy side. Should she go in and check? What if he was there and he took her entrance as an invitation, could she handle it?
"Oh lighten up Atlanta," she told herself furiously, "He's hardly going to jump on you as soon as he sees you," Especially since you resemble a whale, she finished in her head. Besides, this is Kaiba, everyone knows that man's never acted on impulse before in his life. There was that kiss, a little voice spoke in the back of her head.
But that was different, we'd all been put through a lot, he just lost his senses a bit, he is only human, she bit back annoyed. Atlanta was not amused she was having an argument with herself in her head. Shaking her head to clear it, she pulled open the door and stepped across the bathroom with a new determination in her stride. She took the second door handle and pushed the door open to reveal Kaiba's empty bedroom.
The modern decorated room was completely sparse of anybody. The bed, which had probably been made by one of the kind servants earlier in day, lay empty and untouched. There was no laptop on the desk and nobody sitting in the chair. There wasn't a soul.
Where on earth is Kaiba? Atlanta thought to herself, puzzled her husband still wasn't home. How much work can be going on at the damn corporation to keep him away most of the day like this? And who the hell was she going to tell her great news to? She couldn't wake up one of the servants, could she?
A little kick in the stomach seemed to automatically tell her what she should do, making her smile as she headed back to her own bedroom, across their large bathroom, a new bounce in her step.
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The tall office building was almost in complete darkness, Atlanta observed as she arrived in the heart of Domino half and hour later. She could see a light on the ground floor and another near the top. So he was still at the office. She brought her bike up the front and left it in view of the security guard, who had looked out his window at her approach.
Smiling, Atlanta passed him, "I'm going up to see him Hugh, drag him home if I have to." She chose to ignore his pointed glance a her attire. So what if she hadn't had time to get changed? It wasn't a crime to wear a blue coat over your nightdress and go across town on a motorbike, was it?
Hugh, the guard, smiled and shrugged, buzzing one of the doors to let her into the lift to the higher floors. "Sure thing little missy, you young'uns always make me laugh these days. He's in his office."
With a final glance at the guard, Atlanta entered the lift, which would take her to Kaiba's floor, where she couldn't wait to share the news with him. The elevator moved without a sound nor jump. The doors opened smoothly to allow her entry onto her husband's floor, which was in near darkness except for on light coming from under his office door.
Feeling a little sheepish, Atlanta lifted her hand and knocked, waiting on an answer. She repeated this action when no reply came, and got the same result. Sighing, she frown and quietly opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks. There, sitting in the chair, face on the keyboard, hair ruffled and face stubbly, sat Kaiba, sleeping soundly.
She entered the room and closed the door quietly, as to not wake him from his slumber. She stared at his handsome yet unkempt face as her light steps took her closer to him. Gingerly, she walked around the table, continuing to stare at his face, enjoying this rare moment of seeing Kaiba in a vulnerable state, and crossed her legs, leaning back against the large desk.
He was a beautiful specimen, and it was little wonder she had been the envy of the social female elites when she had married him. Atlanta had even over heard scathing comments made about her at social events, but she'd endured them, not really worrying what other thought. But right now, she understood why they had been so jealous, as she had the urge to gently stroke his face, pull a lock of hair out of his eye.
A little kick brought her back to reality, and Atlanta remembered why she had come to his office at this hour of night to see him. Reaching over, she gently nudged him, hoping to get a response and that he'd wake up. "Wake up Kaiba." She whispered, not wanting to shock him out of his reverie.
Moaning a little in his sleep, her husband's hand sneaked out towards her and wrapped itself around her waist, pulling her towards him across the large desk. Feeling a little scared now, Atlanta tried again, "Kaiba, you're sleeping!"
This seemed to get a reaction, as slowly, Kaiba opened his eyes and raised his head. He looked a mess, and Atlanta had a sneaking suspicion he hadn't even woken up yet, since his arm tighten around her and pulled her closer. "Oh, to what do I owe the pleasure…" Kaiba seemed to murmur, before shockingly burying his head into her neck.
Stunned into motionless, Atlanta seemed unable to lift a finger to push him off her. He brushed aside a hair, finding her wildly beating pulse with his lips as he nuzzled her. Oh no, this wasn't supposed to happen…Her brain tried to regain control as passion and desire ripped through her body, shaking her to the core.
Needing this to end, she gathered enough resistance to lift her arms to push Kaiba away, only to be lost when his mouth pulled at the same pulse as before, sucking on it deeply, creating even more wild fire than before. The hands she had raised now clenched at his shirt for balance, for she didn't trust her legs anymore, balling into tight fists, almost bringing him closer towards her.
This shouldn't be happening, a little voice was saying in her ear but somehow these waves of emotion was drowning the little person speaking, so dealing away with the last of her resistance. There was a heat boiling in the pit of her stomach, making her run her hands over his shoulders and across his back as he sucked even harder at his target. "Kaiba…" she moaned, probably in protest, but it wasn't much of one, since right now she was practically putty in his hands.
But it seemed to work, since he suddenly pulled back, looking at her with a confused expression, his blue eyes focusing on her face. "Atlanta…what…"
Shaking, Atlanta raised her hand to her neck, gently touching the sensitive spot there, staring at him incredibly. He stared back, looking equally confused about what had just happened. Both of their breathing seemed to be gradually slowing. When she eventually found her speech, she practically burst out, "Is there something wrong with you?" proud her voice held steady.
Kaiba ran a hand through his ruffled hair and looked from side to side as if still trying to figure out where he was and what had just happened. Atlanta had never seen him look so vulnerable and disorientated before and it frightened her a little. She was used to Kaiba being a strong, solid person who was rarely ruffled the wrong way, not this confused boy he seemed to have become. Her anger seemed to wane a little at the sight of him, replaced by a bit of pity.
"You were sleeping, how long has it been since you've been to bed?" Atlanta asked, completely forgetting her anger now, and the reason she'd come to his office in the first place.
Blue eyes met hers, having regained a measure of control and strength. "I've been working hard the last number of weeks. Must have caught up on me."
"You think?" Atlanta asked unbelievingly, feeling a little fuzzy from the way his eyes gazed into her own. "This isn't healthy Kaiba, you have to rest! I know you think you can do this all the time, but you're only human, like the rest of us." Atlanta smiled a little, almost fluttering her eyelashes at him. "Even Presidents of multi million dollar Corporations need to sleep." Wait a minute, was she flirting with Kaiba? What the hell? No way, no more of that missy!"
Kaiba seemed about to say something then obviously thought better of it before pushing himself back in his chair, his usual frown now back in place. "Please tell me you didn't come here to lecture me on my sleeping patterns. I could do without it!"
Annoyed with the way Kaiba had retorted to her concern for his well-being, Atlanta remembered her throbbing neck. "And I could do without your vampire fantasies. When you have a sudden need to take a chunk out of my neck, could you warn me in future?"
Kaiba raised an eyebrow, "Well, if I'm not mistaken, which I don't think is the case, you were moaning in my arms. So please, save me the recriminations. It's not like you didn't enjoy it!"
Atlanta glared at him, "You are the most arrogant man I've ever met! And no, I didn't come here to lecture you! I can think of better ways to spend my time."
"Then why aren't you spending this time elsewhere? Like away from me??" Kaiba asked her annoyed.
"Because!" What kind of reply was that? Atlanta thought to herself. What was she supposed to say? Why had she come to Kaiba Corp? Then a little kick in her stomach reminded her of why she had come, and she smiled, little tears shining in her eyes.
"Because?" Kaiba asked expectantly. "Is that the reason? Just because?" Then his eyes registered her change in expression and his frown deepened. "Have you gone mad?"
"Give me your hand."
Kaiba's expression didn't even change and he just stared at her, not even budging a finger, "My hand? You want my hand."
Atlanta sighed, her husband was the most stubborn, suspicious person she had ever met. "Just give me it, I'm not going to chew on it like you did my neck."
Cautiously, his hand rose towards her, stopping in midair, waiting tensely for whatever she had in store for him. Slowly, Atlanta took it and brought it over towards her swollen belly. At first he seemed to try to withdraw before placing his hand flatly over the bump in silence, frowning in confusion. "What am I…" Kaiba didn't even finish his sentence since the baby kicked right on cue.
His eyes widened in obvious wonder, as his blue gaze went straight to the source. His mouth seemed to fall open a little in his awe. His other hand came up as he moved closer, down towards her belly. The change in expression was phenomenal to Atlanta, as she'd never seen such an expression on his face before.
"It's kicking!" Kaiba exclaimed, his voice quite breathless.
Atlanta smiled, loving the expression on his face, which made him look so much younger than he was, almost like a child with a new toy but even better. "That's why I came. I think he's already found soccer to be his vocation in life."
The wonder still in his eyes, he looked to her own and smiled, "No way, he's going to be the next president of Kaiba Corp." They both laughed a little as Kaiba placed his ear against her belly to listen more intently. It was probably the most magical moment the two had ever shared together, the one thing they had in common, their baby.
The moment was destroyed when the phone in his office rang, making them both look at it simultaneously. Atlanta brushed both his hands away from her, suddenly feeling very cold and nervous. Barely registering her actions, Kaiba picked up the receiver, barking the word "Kaiba!" into the end. His hand snaked out and caught hers when she went to turn away from his desk, holding her in place.
Slowly, he pressed a button on the intercom, displaying the caller on the screen. "Hey bro! Just thought I'd check in on you. Oh hi Atlanta…what are you doing in Seto's office at this time of night?" Mokuba's voice rang out in the silent office.
Kaiba glanced up at her, some kind of glint his eye that she couldn't quite decipher, then looked back to the screen, his normal frown back in place. "Seems both of you had the same idea, only Atlanta here still hasn't managed to remember my office telephone number."
"Oh, well I was just in there so I thought I'd ring up and see if you're still trying to run yourself into the ground like a madman." Mokuba continued, clearly not picking up on the obvious tension between the two of them. "You really need to come home and get some rest Seto."
Kaiba nodded, "Fine, I'm on my way. Goodnight Mokuba."
There was a disbelieving laugh from the other end as Mokuba raised his eyebrows. "Night Seto. Night Atlanta!"
Atlanta just smiled before the screen went blank. Then she tried to yank her arm out of Kaiba's grasp, grunting in an impatient fashion when his grip refused to loosen. "You can let me go Kaiba."
Kaiba's blue eyes met hers, narrowing in on her face. "Who did you think it was that was calling me?" He asked patiently, examining her face for any betrayal of her thoughts at that time.
Atlanta raised her eyebrows, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe one of your little mistresses who apparently know where you are at this time of night when I don't. Or so they say. Not that I'm really bothered, as long as you're discreet, I don't want to look like a fool to the public." She was speaking fast, but she didn't want to spend too much time discussing the topic at hand.
Kaiba didn't even bat an eyelid as he stared at her, "Oh and which of my mistresses said this to you?"
Atlanta was taken aback. There actually was more than one! For some reason, this confirmation stung her like a whip, making her panic a little. Pulling on her weight, she tried to forcibly yank her hand from his, only to have his tighten. "Oh does it really matter? I'm sick of this conversation, it does bore me."
Kaiba studied her face for a while, eyes trailing to her neck, staring at the dark mark he'd created on her throat not fifteen minutes before. After a number of moments, he took a tighter grip on her arm, standing up and pulling her with him towards the door. "Kaiba, let go of me…what…I can walk!" Her short legs struggled to keep up with his long strides as he took her to the elevator, where he paused inside as it brought them to the ground floor.
As soon as the elevator doors reopened on the floor at hand he took her across the lobby, all the way she complained. When they exited the building, Hugh gave them a curious glance before studying the screens in front of him again. Kaiba stopped and stared at her bike before turning to her. "I told you not to ride that thing until after the baby's born."
How dare he admit to having affairs and then try to tell her what to do! Atlanta's mouth created a full circle, "Oh," she spoke slowly, "sorry, my memory of the time I agreed to do whatever you told me to do has faded!" The sarcasm was dripping from her voice but if she wanted to get a reaction, which she didn't really want, she was to be disappointed since Kaiba just yanked her towards the sports car not far from them and thrust her into the passenger seat before getting into the driver seat himself.
"My bike…"
"Can be picked up by a member of staff tomorrow, right now, I'm not letting you travel home in that, it's about to rain." And sure enough drizzles started appearing on the window, so Atlanta's argument died on her lips as she thrust herself back into the seat as Kaiba started the car to go back to the mansion.
"You must be sick of being right all the time…" She mumbled to herself before crossing her arms and glaring determinedly out the window, not wanting to look at her husband. Why was she so annoyed? Kaiba could do whatever he wanted for all she cared.
When Kaiba pulled up at the front of the house, he got out of the car and surprised her by taking her door and pulling her bodily out on her feet. He then dragged her up the front steps, unlocked the front door and dragged her inside. "Kaiba will you stop man handling me?" Atlanta yelled at him.
He ignored her outburst and carried on up the stairs, passing the clock the showed 3am on the way. The way Kaiba was behaving it reminded her of Peter when she'd been out past her curfew when she'd been younger. "Ok, you don't have to walk me to my room." She stated when they reached the top of the stairs and turned down the hall that led to their joint bedroom. She went to stop at her door when he dragged her on passed it and to his door, which he swiftly pushed opened and dragged her inside it.
Atlanta swung into the room unsteadily on her feet. When she found her balance, she swung round to confront him, to find that he had kicked the door shut and locked it before pulling off his tie as he started advancing towards her a dark gleam in his eye. "What the hell is wrong with you? This isn't my room!"
Kaiba, his tie removed, was unbuttoning his shirt when he replied. "I'm well aware of that, Atlanta, hence why I haven't left you here alone." His tone was devoid of its usual harshness as his advance continued.
Confused, Atlanta took a hesitant step back, putting up her arms for protection. "Look, stop this right now! You're scaring me Kaiba!"
Kaiba raised an eyebrow as he shrugged out of his white pin stripe jacket. "Are you scared of your own responses Atlanta? Because I know you're not scared of me."
Atlanta's eyes widened, "What? Look I don't know what your game is Kaiba but you can stop playing it right now…" Her heart had started racing of its own accord, pumping blood in her ears. What was he trying to prove?
Kaiba reached out and snagged her hand when she tried to take another step back, "I'm not playing Atlanta." She didn't like the way his voice caressed her name. His shirt was completely open now, hanging around a bare torso which was lean and evenly muscled, drawing her gaze temptingly.
"Look, I'm not Ruby or any of your other mistresses…"
Kaiba responded by pulling her against him, speaking fiercely in her ear, "Ruby was never my mistress. She's always been infatuated with me!" He took her chin and raised her head so that her gaze met his. "Don't tell me you're jealous!"
Atlanta was now breathing heavily, trying to pull away from his iron grip, not comfortable with this situation at all. "I am not jealous, they can have you, they…" She gasped when his finger lifted and touched the sensitive bruise on her neck and stroked it gently.
"But I don't want them." Kaiba's voice was silkily smooth, captivating Atlanta by its smoothness.
"You, you don't? Then what do you want?" Atlanta asked, scared of the answer. Still, his finger on her neck was playing with her head, making her feel dizzy, darkening her vision. His gaze was captivating her, making her feel hot and not as in control of her body as she was before.
Kaiba stared at her face, then focused in on her mouth, "I want you."
Three simple words, that's all they were, yet they managed to shake the world under her feet. "M…me?" It couldn't be true, they hated each other, you don't fancy the people you hate.
Kaiba smiled lazily at her, "Yes, you, my small beautiful wife." He dipped his head to brush his lips against her own, murmuring against them, "In every way possible."
Atlanta tore her head away from him, "I told you, I'm not one of your mistresses!" She tried to back away from him, but he lifted her off the ground so that she was eye level with him, unable to get away.
"No, but you're my wife!" He bit out savagely before crushing her lips under his own in a bruising kiss that took her breath away. At first she tried to twist away from him and pull away, but he followed, making the task a very hard task indeed. Softly he bit her lower lip, making her gasp before he took full advantage of their parting in order to deepen the caress.
Atlanta gasped at the intrusion, suddenly swept away by an unknown wave of desire as she sunk deeper into his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck and delving her fingers into his hair, wanting to get closer to him as the fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids. Her bump stopped her being closer to him all over, and she moaned with impatience until he brought her small legs up to wrap around his waist, garnering the loudest gasp yet.
He was hard all over, she knew he would be. But now, he was even harder in his aroused state, she couldn't help but notice that he was in that state. Her legs tightened around his hips bringing both their areas in closer contact through their clothing. Heat spread all over her body, mainly concentrating in her lower regions.
Atlanta wasn't aware of anything else in the room until she felt the bed behind her as Kaiba lowered her onto it, following her so that he was holding himself above her as he continued to kiss her thoroughly. Where her jacket had gone, she didn't know, and frankly right now, she didn't care. She ran her hands up and down his back gently, making him shudder and she loved the feel of it, the hot muscles under her fingers.
Shakily, he brought his fingers up to unbutton her nightgown, revealing more cream coloured flesh as he went. One hand slipped inside, and Kaiba groaned devilishly when he realised she wasn't wearing a bra as he cupped one full breast in his wide palms. Atlanta arched in pleasure as she felt his thumb brushed teasingly against her nipple, a gasp erupting from her mouth.
Finally Kaiba broke the kiss, raising his head to look at her, his eyes dark pools of desire as she stared back at him. He continued to watch her face when he took the same nipple in between his thumb and finger, gently massaging the tender peak. He watched as her pride got the better of her as she tried to suppress the moan that erupted in her throat. That familiar, knowing smirk appeared on his face, although this time it was more attractive and sexy, making her want him even more.
Slowly, temptingly, he lowered his head, brushing aside the collar of her nightgown, kissing her cleavage hotly. He removed his fingers to caress her swollen belly as his mouth breathed warm air over her breasts, tantilising her flesh, but not touching. She wanted his lips, but he still held back, making her moan so that he'd glance up at her with his knowing eyes.
"Is there something wrong Atlanta?" Kaiba asked, his voice thick with desire, his breath still licking off her flesh. "Are you afraid to ask for what you want?" The man was temptation itself and she shouldn't be like this with him. But there was something attractive about this new, more dishevelled Kaiba than she was used to, and she was finding him to be very irresistible, especially with her new hormones running ravenous in her body.
"I…" what was she to say, that she wanted him? No, that would be giving into him and no matter how good it felt now, he'd always hold that over her in the future. No, she had to put an end to this.
"No." Kaiba stated softly, effectively reading the reasoning in her eyes, "This is going to happen Atlanta, whether you try to deny it or not." He raised his head swiftly, capturing her mouth with his own, throwing all reason from her mind, as the desire forced her to cling to him again. "See? You want me, you just don't want to admit it to yourself. But you will." Again his large hand rose to her breasts, gently caressing their peaks with his finger tips, making her writhe with pleasure beneath him. "Tell me what you want." His mouth was still over hers so that she was breathing in his words.
Atlanta tried to pull her mouth away from his, so that she could speak, but he continued to kiss her, hard and overwhelmingly. Kaiba smiled against her lips, "On second thoughts, show me." On his words, she pulled his face away from hers, garnering a surprised expression from him. Boldly, she took her hand and trailed her nails up his torso, under his shirt, tangling in the hair sprinkled there, brushing against his nipples. She heard his sharp intake of breath, loving that she could do to him the same that he had been doing to her.
With a daring glint in her green eyes, she raised her head and closed her mouth around the same nipple, before he realised what her intentions were. Sucking gently, she felt his breathing get ragged, so she looked up at him and watched his face, amazed by what she was doing to him. His face was tinged with pink warmth as he stared dazedly at her. Feeling elated, she brought her hands down between them and cupped his hard muscle challengingly, feeling it pulse strongly in her palm. As she was about to massage him, Kaiba's strong hand pulled her arm away and up over her head.
His handsome face was hard and strong, a his eyes glittered dangerously, "My turn." His normally strong voice was broken and shaky, as his head descended to her breasts and pulled one erect nipple into his mouth, making a pleasure and a need that she'd never felt before explode all over her trembling body. His fingers replaced his mouth as he concentrated on her other nipple, doubling the pulses running through her body.
"Oh K…" Kaiba? She couldn't call him that, in bed. That wasn't his name, who wanted their surname murmured to them when they were seducing someone? "Um, Seto?" She had no idea what made her do it and she almost immediately regretted it.
At her use of his personal name, Kaiba raised his head and looked her in the eyes, which were half closed with desire. His eyes narrowed in, almost suspiciously, a frowned embedded on his forehead, as he watched her intently.
Feeling silly, Atlanta tried to explain, "Oh I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have used your name, I'm such a fool I…"
It wasn't much a an apology, more of a sentence rumbled into one. But she was soon halted by his lips as he kissed her into silence. This kiss was more powerful than any kiss they had shared before as they both felt more urgent and needy, before they began pulling at each other's clothes until they were both naked in each other's arms, still melded at the mouth.
"Do you want me?" Kaiba whispered insistently against her mouth, brushing his manhood against her thigh, making her pulse more madly than before with need that was overwhelming her. Frantically she nodded her head, not caring about the consequences, just needing him more than she had ever needed anything in her life. "No, I want to hear you say it."
Atlanta frowned, not wanting to waste time speaking, brushing herself against him. "I…what?"
Kaiba pulled his mouth away from hers, staring at her dangerously. "I want to hear you say you want me." He was deadly serious, he wanted, needed to hear these words.
Carefully, Atlanta lifted her hand and cupped the side of his face tenderly, "I want you Kaiba, I need you, inside me."
A spark lit behind his eyes at her words and he smirked sexily, "What a perfectly sound suggestion my good wife." And with that, his long length soared inside her, filling her completely. There was a brief moment of pain from the new intrusion, but the pleasure that came after blanked it out completely and stars filled her eyes.
Soon, she had adapted to his intrusion, but he had yet to move again, making her open her eyes to look at him. He was staring at her, something unreadable in his eyes that scared her slightly. Slowly, he bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips, so gentle that it brought tears to her eyes.
"Say my name." he whispered against her lips, a new depth to his voice.
Confused, but complying, "Kaiba." she spoke softly.
Still he refused to move, holding her still when she shifted to encourage his movement. "My name!"
Realising what he meant, she kissed him deeply, bringing her arms up to wind around his neck, holding him tightly against her as if for dear life. "Seto, make love to me."
For a second, he responded to her kiss, their tongues playing a dance of fire, before he began to move and withdraw from her before entering again. Gradually he picked up a rhythm that she instinctively adapted to, both of them being carried to new heights.
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Spent, they lay with their legs entwined, both staring at the ceiling of Kaiba's bedroom. All Atlanta was sure of, was that she'd never felt more confused in her whole life. Well that, and that her limbs were like jelly and there was no hope she would be able to move from Kaiba's bed for the remainder of the night.
There was a lengthy silence filled with tension starting when Kaiba rolled off her, but kept a hand on her belly, although the little man had stopped kicking long ago. "You were a virgin." Kaiba broke the silence after a while with this simple observation, something she hadn't expected.
Frowning, Atlanta continued to stare at the ceiling, not prepared to look at him while answering. "Does it matter?"
She could almost sense the smirk that appeared on his face, "Not really, but I would have liked to have known."
"Well, I wasn't expecting you to seduce me when I entered into this marriage of ours. We had agreed it was in name only from the outset."
Kaiba laughed mockingly, "I don't remember making such an agreement. But I will admit, I didn't intend on this happening when I entered into our arrangement."
He said it so smugly that Atlanta got so annoyed, she bit back, "Oh and I suppose you see this as an added bonus that you can take advantage of. Well no thanks Bob, I can do without it."
Kaiba swung round to lie on his side, to look down at her, "Oh I suppose I forced myself on you. You fought me the whole way, did you?" He lifted a finger and trailed it up her arm, smirking when she shivered in response, "Let's not make this into something its not. We both enjoyed what happened so I see no reason for it not to happen again."
Not enjoying the sensations his feather light touch was invoking within her, she responded by glaring up at him. "Whether I enjoyed it or not isn't the issue. It won't be happening again, I'm sorry but I don't do sex, regardless of how enjoyable it is."
Kaiba's eyes narrowed in on her face. "If you want to behave that way then fine. I refuse to play your little games Atlanta. I'm a man of little patience for that sort of thing." He rolled onto his back so that he was staring at the ceiling again, a arm snaking about her shoulders bringing her closer. "I must admit, it interests me to find out that my wife was a pregnant virgin."
"Why?" Atlanta asked, still annoyed by her own reactions to him, "Does it surprise you that Shawn and I had decided to wait until marriage before consummating our love? I know that in this day and age, people believe in free love, but we didn't, we took our love very seriously, thank you very much."
Kaiba blinked, his finger still gently stroking her upper arm, "And what about now? What do we do now?"
Atlanta frowned, not wanting to think about the foreseeable future. She had committed a great act against Shawn by having sex with Kaiba so she wanted to straighten out her conscience before facing up to the consequences. "Now, Kaiba, we sleep. You have been seriously lacking in that department as of late. I also think you should take tomorrow off and just get some R&R and a shave." She looked up and ran a hand over his stubbly beard, "The beard doesn't really suit the Mr Kaiba we're all used to."
Kaiba had the gall to look sheepish when he smiled, making Atlanta's heart twist. "Yeah, I have been lacking in the R&R department. But to take a day off would be…"
She placed a small hand over his mouth, "Just what you need. I don't intend on getting the blame for your state for being a neglecting wife." His expression became sombre as he stared at her through his blue eyes. He looked ready to say something when Atlanta shook head, "Sleep Mr Kaiba, your company is not going to fall apart in one day without you."
His hand snaked out when she turned to get out of the bed, "Where do you think you're going?" He asked as he caught her arm in an iron grip.
Atlanta looked down, "Back to my own room."
Kaiba pulled her roughly towards him, pulling the sheets up at the same time. "I don't think so." He said before kissing her gently and laying her head on his chest. "You're staying right where my wife belongs, in my bed."
--
The hours were dragging by and still sleep was evading Kaiba as he lay staring at the ceiling, listening to Atlanta snoring lightly beside him. Earlier he had pretended to fall asleep in order to get her to stop talking her normal chatter about everything under the sun. Now, he still couldn't find sleep, too many things were running through his mind for it to find rest.
Atlanta was nestled into his side almost lovingly, one of her small hands balled into a tiny fist and lying on his chest. He looked down at her, feeling confused about the whole thing that had just happened between them, but he refused to regret it, not something that had felt so good.
Kaiba had smirked when he had realised his wife was a snorer. He'd found it almost endearing when he realised that the air conditioning hadn't been malfunctioning but those erratic sounds were coming from Atlanta's sleeping form. But she wasn't loud, it was more heavy breathing than actual snoring.
Gradually his gaze drifted to the bump that had gradually grown over recent weeks and months. He remembered how their baby had kicked and how he'd felt right then. It had almost just hit home that he wasn't going to become a father, he already was a father and their baby was very real, no matter how it was conceived.
Their baby. It sounded so exceptional, so wonderful that they'd actually created something so amazing. Not the traditional way though, Kaiba remembered, because that had been the first time they'd ever made love. And she'd been a virgin, he'd known, something had told him she was when he had entered her.
That had shocked him to the core, his wife was a virgin, she hadn't had relations with another man before. He lifted his gaze to her sun-kissed face and watched her as she slept against him. She truly was stronger than she appeared to be, was braver than any girl he had ever known and somehow he had come to truly respect his wife during their marriage.
At every hurdle that had ever been thrown at them since they had announced their engagement she had proven herself as a worthy and able wife. She hadn't gone into their marriage with dreams of an easy life as the wife of a CEO. She had continued to work within her grandfather's company, had even helped him when he had caught him working late in his bedroom.
Kaiba had been stunned to find that Atlanta was an able business woman despite her past experiences and the fact she only had a degree in history. He was actually impressed with her skill and her ability to handle her grandfather's records and accounts. And it took a lot for Kaiba to feel impressed when it came to business, he'd been trained in it since the day his step-father had adopted him, rigorously so, even cruelly at times. Those days had been hard, when he'd had to put up with everything Gozaburo dealt him, for Mokuba, and Mokuba had helped keep his spirits up in the hardest of times.
Now, everyday he worked to make sure neither Mokuba nor himself were ever treated like that again, they were in control of their own destinies and he intended to ensure it remained that way. Nobody would stand in their way, but now he had a wife to think about and a child on the way. Nothing was certain now and he would protect her no matter what the cost, despite her protests.
Since the incident of the island, he had been swamped with overwhelming guilt. He had allowed her to go through with it, hadn't put up enough of an argument and she'd ended up unconscious in some sort of coma. She could really match his determination when it came to protecting her family and he found himself relating to that.
Even when she'd found out her father had had a love child outside his own family, she had vehemently defended him to the end and now he knew why. Atlanta had been mysteriously hospitalized when she had been 10 years old, he had remembered reading about it when he'd checked out her profile. A year later her mother had died of an overdose, so, when they got back from Academy Island, Kaiba had hired somebody to look into it and find out what he could.
It seems that Mrs Leanne Gregory had had a few screws loose due to difficult birth with Atlanta. It seems she suffered acute Post-natal Depression and had deteriorated over the following years, despite giving birth to another son when Atlanta was seven. How had he missed something like that about Atlanta's past? How her injuries in hospital had been likened to a gang beating in the school yard but Nicholas had covered it up, covered up the fact his wife had used his daughter as a human punch bag.
This news had added to his guilt, which was weird since Kaiba rarely ever felt guilt and here he was, using every excuse under the sun to stay in the office so he didn't have to face his pregnant wife and feel an overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms and hide her from the world, never to be hurt again, the guilt was that powerful. It couldn't mean he actually cared about her on some level could it?
Staring down at her he remembered how she had tried to overtake his household when she'd first entered into this marriage, had proven her abilities with programming and in the kitchen. She really wasn't the money-hungry little minx he had first mistaken her for when he'd first found out about her pregnancy. She had turned out to be a strong-willed little minx that had somehow found her way under his thick exterior and made him feel protective of her.
"Ummm," Atlanta suddenly moaned beside him, her face frowning deeply, "Stop thinking so loudly Kaiba and get some rest." she mumbled into his side, almost as if she was still asleep, before turning away from him and curling up into a ball, breathing evenly again. Had she just woken up to tell him to go to sleep and then fallen back into a slumber or had she spoken to him in her sleep?
Kaiba smirked in amusement, staring at the curly hair at the back of her head. He was surprised when she shivered as if cold before reaching back and grabbing his arm to pull it around her form snuggling into him making her feel like a large teddy bear, snuggled into his front.
He found this new position strangely comfortable and found that he was soon feeling tired and suddenly his lids felt very heavy as they drifted over his eyes. He tried to think of his last train of thought before giving up to the darkness that was gradually enveloping him.
Kaiba awoke to the unfamiliar sound of the shower running in their adjoining bathroom. Looking out the window, he saw that it was still quite dark so he mustn't have slept very long, but somehow, he was feeling extremely refreshed if famished. Why on earth was the shower running at this time? He noticed the absence of Atlanta beside him, so frowned and got out of bed to see why she was having a shower now.
The water stopped as he got to the door, and as he opened it, Kaiba watched as Atlanta stepped from the shower and into a large towel, her hair tied up to stop it from getting wet. She gasped slightly when she noticed his presence, shock overcoming her features momentarily before she blinked her large eyes and wrapped the towel tightly around her body, pink tingeing her cheeks as she tried to shrug off his scrutinising gaze.
"Did you enjoy your sleep?" she asked, trying to sound steady and Kaiba nearly laughed at her attempt to sound cool as she released her hair to let it fall down her back. For a moment Kaiba was captivated by its length and the way it bounced about her shoulders for a number of seconds before settling in a wild mane.
Kaiba nodded in reply to her question, staring at the long folds of brown gold that sprung momentarily down her back. "I must have only got a number of hours, it's still dark," Kaiba commented dryly, returning his gaze to hers in the mirror.
He watched as she almost scoffed loudly, her green eyes dancing with unconcealed amusement as she replied, "A number of hours?" Atlanta smiled merrily, "You slept right through. It's ten o'clock in the evening!"
Kaiba stared at her, feeling shocked into stunned silence as he did so. "You lie." It couldn't be true, why hadn't anybody woken him up and how come his alarm had malfunctioned? Swiftly, he turned from the bathroom, to look at his digital clock by the bed to see that it was, indeed, after 10 o'clock, and judging from the lack of light, it wasn't in the morning. "How did that happen?" he scolded himself as Atlanta drifted into the room now dressed in a robe.
"Don't fret," she advised him softly, almost cautiously, making Kaiba dread her next words as he turned to her, "I disabled the alarm earlier when I got up for my morning ritual. No don't shout," she read his mind with ease, "you were shattered and like it or not Kaiba, you agreed not to go into work today so I intended that you spent the day resting. Now you can go get a shower and a shave."
Kaiba watched incredulously as she sauntered from his bedroom with ease and in towards her own, turning to meet his gaze when she reached her room. Hand on her door, she looked him up and down comically, "You might want to put some clothes on too. I dare say, you aren't used to walking around your house naked."
When she closed her door, Kaiba glanced down to find he wasn't wearing any clothes, and mentally cursed himself that weakness, how the hell hadn't he noticed that one? He went the same path she'd taken, only stopping at the shower and climbing in under the cool sprays in order to clear his head, trying not to think of the night before and the sight he'd witnessed that morning.
Ten minutes later, sighing defeatedly, Kaiba climbed out of the shower and grabbed the razor in order to shave his overly grown stubble, glaring at his shaggy appearance. When his cheeks and chin were smooth once more, he grabbed his robe and pulled it around himself, glancing at Atlanta's door with wonder. What was she doing now? Was she dressing her soft body in clothes repeatedly, trying to find ones that fit. Maybe she needed a helping hand.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Kaiba headed in that direction and was surprised to find the door unlocked as he pushed it open silently. He paused when he saw her, standing, facing her full length mirror staring fixedly at herself, naked. Why the hell had she left the door unlocked and was staring at herself…naked? Her small hands were roaming slowly over her swelling tummy and her hair was over her face, blocking him from her gaze.
He found himself rooted on the spot, mesmerised by her form as he watched her. Somewhere, he was aware of the intelligent and logical part of his brain fighting to regain control of his body in order for him to storm back out of there. However, they were losing the battle as his body refused to budge, he felt heat flood into his cheeks as he watched her observing her body.
Kaiba's eyes were dragged to the reflection of her tummy, to the flesh cocoon within which his future heir was growing rapidly. His child, his flesh and blood, a gift so precious, he could never ignore it. Despite his constant denials and constant retreats, he couldn't help but feel himself grow ever more fonder of the woman standing before him, ever more drawn to her small form. Which was stupid, because caring for her would be a mistake, regardless, she loved one man, the man who had died over a year ago now…Kirkland.
Not that he, the president of Kaiba Corp, would ever allow himself to care, that would led to further hurt, would leave him vulnerable to pains he had to suffer as he grew up, first in the orphanage then at his step father's bidding. No one, no matter how beautiful or special, would ever break the door locking all but Mokuba from his heart. No one..
Still, somehow compelled, Kaiba walked into the room slowly, towards his wife. The wife that in recent weeks he had felt this irresistible urge to hold whenever he could. He stared at her perfectly rounded bottom as he approached, just about resisting the urge to touch it with his palms.
What Kaiba did do, was place both his large hands on her hips, feeling her jump a little then freeze in surprise. Not giving her a chance to pull away, Kaiba brought her against him, holding her there, his hands following her own over her belly. For a moment there were the little kicks he'd felt the night before, making his insides tingle all over again as he held her, an embrace she eventually relaxed into.
For a long moment they both stood like that, emotionally embracing their baby until they could feel the kicks no more. Even for a while after, they still stood like that until Atlanta whispered breathlessly, "I think he's gone to sleep."
The trance broken, but not wanting the moment to end, Kaiba caught her deep gaze in the mirror, holding in challengingly as he lowered his dark head and buried his face into the hair at the base of her neck. "You're so beautiful," he murmured honestly as he tried to pull her even closer. There was no use denying it, recently, her beauty had been entrancing him ever since he had seen the fiercer side of her during their duel. Normally laid-back unless arguing with him, he had never seen such fury and dark passion enter her eyes as she determinedly strapped on those electrodes.
Back in the present, Atlanta responded with a deeper blush and a sheepish smile, before replying "I look like a whale." All the while they stared at each other in the mirror as her hair was moved aside as Kaiba found the familiar beating pulse with a soft brush of his lips. Her green eyes held his cerulean gaze, watching him as he administered her neck with kisses and gentle tugs.
Her audible gasps and quickening heartbeat caused a rapid reaction within him as he felt arousal overcome him. But still, Kaiba refused to take it too fast, moving her hair into the air as his lips trailed round to her back and slowly he lowered himself to trail soft kisses down her spine.
"Seto…" she moaned softly, causing Kaiba to press firmer into the base of her back with his lips. He didn't know what made her call him that during their passionate encounter the night before, but there was something tantalising and exciting about the way she said it.
Slowly, temptingly, Kaiba brought his hands down her sides so that he could gently massage the bottom he had resisted earlier as he'd walked into the room. "You do have a most curiously rounded bottom for someone of your height." he commented softly as he rose behind her in order to turn her in his arms to face her. He couldn't help but smirk as the cheeks under her eyes began to turn a deeper red.
Taking his time as he watched her desire ridden features, he lifted both hands to cup the sides of her face to stare at her, his thumb absently brushing across her small lips, glorying at the feel of their cushion softness and her tempting pout. He felt her lips quiver, narrowing his eyes on her face to see if it was with fear or with anticipation. His answer came when he felt to soft push of her lips against his thumb, as if giving it a little nudge of encouragement.
Slowly, Kaiba lowered his head, the logical side to his brain squashed for now as his lips finally met her soft mouth, his hands still cradling her face as he gently kissed his lips. Taking it at a controlled pace, he patiently explored her lips, before deepening the kiss, feeling her small hands cling to the front of his robe for support, satisfied that he wasn't the only one being affected in this way.
Gradually, he traced his hands down her neck and along her arms, gripping her wrists softly as he pulled her towards the bed behind him, stopping when he felt its presence against the back of his knees, without once lifting the pressure from her pliable lips. Holding her gently, he went to turn her only to feel her resist this change. Panic almost flared up within him but it stopped when he realised she was gently pushing him to sit on her bed. Smirking against her lips, he complied, swiftly pulling her curvy body onto his knee.
"I thought you were resisting there for a moment." he murmured huskily, loving the taste of her breath mingling with his own.
He felt her laugh against his lips, pressing herself as close to him as possible, her small hands clamped tightly around his head, her fingers feeling like heaven running through his hair. "I guess I could get used to this…"
"My thoughts exactly…" he murmured back, kissing her deeply when the words were out, holding her close, running his hands up and down her small back. She was so small in his arms and yet they fit so perfectly together. He had never experienced anything like it in his life, nothing so powerful and consuming. This woman was driving him mad, affecting him in ways he had never expected.
But suddenly, he felt her withdraw somewhat, as if someone had thrown cold water over her, making her tense up in his arms, suddenly killing the heat that was built up between them. "I can't do this, not again, it's not right!"
Feeling a sudden flash of anger and frustration, Kaiba frowned staring down at her, resisting her struggles to get out of his arms, "You're my wife Gregory! What's wrong with us consummating our vows?"
"But that's not what we're doing, is it Kaiba? We're having sex, pure and simple." She looked up at him then, her green eyes brimming with tears, "I've soiled myself in the most horrible of ways…"
Feeling disgusted, Kaiba held on to her as he stood up before setting her gently onto the floor, "Soiled yourself? Dammit Gregory! There's nothing wrong with it!"
She turned away from him, her head bowed down, "You may have the need and urges to give in to lust whenever you want. But I refuse to let you drag my morals down to your level…"
Kaiba felt as if she had struck him, with a great big back-handed wallop no less. How dare she insinuate that he was play boy millionaire? Turning to leave the room, he found his voice again, "I haven't dragged you down to any level. From the way I saw it, we were always on the same level, man and woman. But if you want to take some moral high ground over a dead fiancé then go ahead, just try not to tease in the future, lesser men wouldn't have let you go."
A sudden pang of pain engulfed his shoulder as he felt the heel of one shoe collide with it, stunning him more than disabling him. Anger engulfed his very being as he slowly turned to face the fiery minx that his wife had somehow evolved into, only to find that she had another shoe ready to throw at him, her eyebrows pointed down determinedly as she watched him like an adversary.
"Stay away from me Kaiba!" she warned darkly, green eyes sparkling dangerously like emeralds as he began to take slow steps towards her, somehow enjoying this game of foe versus foe, knowing he'd never harm her but would enjoy disarming her and relieving her of any weapon to toss at him again.
An evil smirk appeared on Kaiba's face as he closed in on her, watching her closely; the way her lower lip wobbled ever so slightly; the way her hand shook making the shoe shake too; the way she seemed to sway on her feet. "Don't like being told the truth, Mrs Kaiba?"
Her eyes widened with the innuendo and he deliberately like the name slip sensually from his lips. Jaw set, she took a step back, her shoe still a dangerous weapon, "I…I'm not a tease Kaiba!"
Taking advantage of the chance she gave him accidentally, lowering the shoe ever so slightly as she spoke, allowing Kaiba's swift reflexes to catch her wrist in a firm yet gentle grip, not wanting to hurt her as his thumb pressed against her wildly beating pulse. "Oh no Gregory?" he asked sultrily, coming slowly towards her face as she kept her face defiant and angry, "Then prove it!"
He watched her reaction carefully as he felt her try to hit him with the shoe, trying to free her arm, to hit him with it. When that failed, her other hand came up and slapped him across the face, the noise ringing for a moment as they both stared angrily into each other's faces; blue molten lava vs. green sparkling emeralds, suspended in time.
After, Kaiba couldn't be sure who moved first, all he knew was that in the next instant, they were in each other's arms, their lips meeting in the fiercest of kisses they had ever exchanged, a battle of the sexes, neither wanting to give in.
He felt her pull his robe off as she guided him back to the bed, setting him back in the position he had been in before, never once letting her lips leave his mouth, neither once ceasing in their angry pressure against the other.
Quickly she straddled him, bringing her knees to settle on the bed at either of him, her womanhood hovering temptingly over his male counterpart, preparing to defend against any sort of invasion. This was a battle, a lust-filled battle, one that neither intended to give in over, both holding their heads clamped against the other, their lips fused, their tongues continually battling for supremacy.
Still holding her head, he lifted one hand away from her hair, running it up her soft inner thigh, feeling the increasing warmth as it ascended. He was hard, and he wanted her now, but he had to make sure she was ready for him. They may be battling through the act of lust, but he still didn't want to hurt her.
The dampness he felt when he slipped one long finger inside confirmed her readiness and Kaiba almost softened when he felt her bucking reaction to the intrusion on his finger, a hard gasp escaping her lips into his own.
However, she resisted his hands when he brought them to her thighs in order to consummate their act, forcing him to hoarsely accuse, "Tease," inside her mouth.
Gregory shook her head, taking his arms with her own, bringing them up to hold onto her back, supporting her swollen belly against him. He nearly cried out in pleasure when she sunk down, engulfing him wholly on the first thrust, holding it there while still their mouths battled, neither ceasing in their offensive manoeuvres.
Finally, still joined intimately, Gregory pulled away to look at him through dark stormy eyes that spoke pleasure and desire. For an age she seemed to stare at him, looking over his face and Kaiba suddenly, very stupidly, felt a little conscious, wondering what she was looking for. The feeling vanished as soon as she whispered, "You're so beautiful…" Her voice was husky and shaky almost endearing Kaiba to her even more.
Slowly she began to move her hips, hesitantly a first before her movements gained more confidence as their lips met again, almost as fiercely as before, her thrusting matching their heated passion as it built up between them, both moaning as they were carried away into some unknown place where pleasure exploded like fireworks against the backs of their eyelids, not even breaking contact when they cried out intimately in each other's mouths.
As he returned to earth, Kaiba started to feel like a pillar of strength as Gregory rested her forehead against his shoulder, her uneven breathing cool against his sweat-slicked skin.
"Watch out," she murmured, and he could hear the familiar amusement in her voice shaky voice, "I might get pregnant."
Kaiba smiled, or smirked in response, he couldn't help it, when he saw her pull back, still clinging to him, her face blushing from the red hot passion they had just shared. Her small white teeth seemed to clamped onto her full lower lip as she watched him through heavily lidded eyes, "That was amazing…" Her voice was still somewhat husky and low.
Kaiba slowly nodded in agreement, watching her lovely blush subside and her breathing return to normal, eyes searching hers as they stared at one another forcing Kaiba to admit, in his head, that in her, he truly had met his opposite; and more importantly, his equal.
--
Sitting in his office, Kaiba began to tap irritably on the edge of his laptop, annoyed that his usual day to day work was not distracting his mind from the image she imprinted on his mind as she lay in heavy slumber on his bed that, her face snuggled into one of his pillows, flushed pink in sleep; her small arm clasped tightly around the covers as they had been around his shoulders only moments before.
Atlanta Gregory…over the last number of weeks his petite, yet pregnant wife had held a certain fascination for him. It was pure lust, that's what it was and it had driven them both into each other's arms most nights following that first time, despite their usual disagreements and arguments, the outcome was always the same. And at times, like right now, Kaiba found himself distracted with thoughts about her. It was probably because he hadn't had her in a while due to being close to the birth now. Even then, somehow she had come to his bed every night and he welcomed her, enjoying the comforting warmth she brought that helped him sleep when he wasn't transfixed with her beauty and watching her.
Of course, Kaiba had everything that he needed done, sorted out and sent to their usual locations. Now, obviously trying to stay one step ahead, Kaiba found himself once again distracted by his lustful thoughts, he had been denied too long.
His personal telephone rung and pulled him out of his frustrated thoughts, making Kaiba glare involuntarily at the sudden intrusion. Only family had his personal number and only they knew that it existed; in other words it was either Atlanta or Mokuba and they only ever called in some sort of an emergency.
Rolling his eyes, he lifted the receiver and listened for a moment before barking a greeting, "…really, be calm, I am calm, no really…how the hell am I to…stop doing that…sit down will ya…" It sounded like Atlanta's cousin Alyssa in the middle of one of her little panic rants and Kaiba was not too pleased to hear of it, how the hell had she gotten his number?
"What do you want?"
"Huh, Kaiba, is that you? Really?"
"You did call me, who'd you expect?!"
"Oh enough of the wise cracks, I'm calling about Atlanta!"
The urgency in her voice alerted him so much that he sat up straight, "What's happened?"
"I…she just…its everywhere, it…."
"GREGORY!"
"I think her waters have just broken!" Her voice was rushed and panicky, "She's as shocked as I am! She's…"
"But the baby's not due for another month!" Kaiba's heart drummed in his ears as he bellowed down the telephone to his wife's cousin, "Are you at the manor?"
"Where else would I be, you don't let her out!"
"Alyssa! Just get me security!" Kaiba heard Atlanta's voice bellowing in the background, clearing she had gotten over her initial shock.
"Huh? How…?"
"I'll do it, just keep her calm!" Kaiba stood up, hanging up the phone and calling his manor security, "Get my wife to the hospital down the road, yes the one run by Kaiba Corp. I'll be there soon!"
Kaiba frowned deeply as he rushed out of the room, not even acknowledging the new secretary that had been sent to replace Lorna as she sorted out her personal life. He knew the door would lock behind him so he had no safety issues, he just had to get to that hospital.
