Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh; its characters, or 'Completely Smitten' by Susan Mallery which this fic is based on.
Summary: Tea ran away from her small town to do all the bad things she'd never done since she turned eighteen. And once she finds herself in a hotel room with a "bad boy," she's sure the loner will teach her the basics and Bakura has no problem teaching the innocent girl a thing or two... though something keeps preventing him from doing so. And once they take an unexpected road trip, they find themselves biting off more than they can chew as their heading down the road to love.
Bakura checked the time on his cell phone, seeing it was just after three. He tucked it back into his pocket and watched Tea walk out of the bathroom and head for their table. As she slid in across from him, she glanced at his empty plate.
"See, I told you it would be good."
She'd insisted they stop for afternoon dessert when she'd seen the sign for homemade pie. For a slim young woman, she sure packed away the food. She'd ordered her pie with ice cream and extra whip cream and had polished off every bite. Not that he was in a position to cast stones, he'd done the same thing.
"You were right." He said. "It was delicious."
The café was straight out of the fifties, with red vinyl bench seats in the booths along the front window and several counter seats up front. The waitresses wore pink uniforms with starched white aprons and the jukebox held real forty-fives.
"Where do you want to spend the night?" He asked. "We could probably go another eighty miles before stopping."
Tea shook her head. "We have to stay here."
He glanced around the café. The pie had been good, but not that good. "Why?"
She pointed out the window as he looked across the street and saw the sign and groaned.
"You're shitting me." He said, even though he already knew she wasn't. The large, sprawling wooden building looked like what it claimed to be, a country western bar. The big marquee up front proclaimed Talent Night at the Crossroads. The winner is promised fame and fortune, or at least a hundred bucks in prize money.
He returned his attention to her. "You're not serious?"
She nodded vigorously. "Absolutely! I play a mean piano, I could win."
He slumped down in his seat. Hell, just what he needed, Tea back in a bar and playing church tunes for a rowdy crowd.
The whole situation was worse than he'd thought, Bakura realized five hours later as he and Tea crossed from the motel they'd checked into and headed for the Crossroads. Not only had the parking lot filed up with pickups and SUV's, but the sounds coming from the bar warned him the place was anything but quiet.
"You sure about this?" He asked her, as he held the wooden door open for her.
She answered, but the words were pulverized by the wall of noise that slammed into them when he opened the second door. They stepped into a pounding beat of music punctuated by loud conversation, rowdy laughter and plenty of cowboys who instantly gave Tea the once-over. Bakura didn't have to glance back at her to remember she was dressed in a pair of denim shorts that barely reached mid-thigh, another of those damned cropped t-shirts and high-heeled strappy sandals that made her legs look endless. She was walking, breathing temptation. But while she was in his company, she was his responsibility. So when a tall, skinny guy in a cowboy hat headed in their direction, Bakura grabbed her hand and pulled her toward a table that had just been vacated by three women with big hair.
"You can change your mind." Bakura said when they were seated. He had to yell to be heard over the throbbing music.
Tea shook her head as she glanced around at the oversized room. He followed her gaze and saw couples moving together on a crowded dance floor. Behind them was the stage where a pretty decent band provided the noise and the rhythm. A bar lined the far wall as people were six deep waiting to be served. Banners hung down from the ceiling proclaiming tonight to be talent night.
"You ever play in a place like this?" He asked, even though he knew the answer.
"Not really. I've played in church, of course, and did recitals when I was in school."
"So you didn't join a rock 'n' roll band in high school?"
She looked at him and laughed. Her eyes lit up with humor and her soft mouth parted slightly. At that moment he wanted to kiss her more than he had wanted anything. He also wanted to whisk her away because there was no way she was going to be able to tame this crowd. He winced when he thought of the potential disaster.
"You don't have to do this." He said.
Her gaze narrowed. "You're right…I don't have to do anything, but I've spent the last eighteen years doing what everyone else has told me to do. I think I'll spend the next eighteen doing just what I want."
He wasn't about to force her, so all he could do was flag a passing waitress and ask who they talked to about entering the contest. Fifteen minutes later he'd finished a beer and was thinking that maybe he should've ordered something stronger. Being drunk would take the edge off his tension, not to mention douse the ache in his leg. If he was drinking tonight, he wouldn't be taking any painkillers, which meant getting drunk had a lot of appeal.
Tea signed her name on the bottom of the release form and stood, prepared to head for the stage. There were going to be six acts tonight, she would be the last.
He grabbed her wrist. "You okay?" Bakura asked her.
"No, but I'll survive." She replied.
"Don't go picking up any strange guys."
"As if." She said with a grin. "Besides, I don't want anyone but you."
Then, while he was still immobilized by her simple, honest and unexpected confession, she leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his lips, turned and sashayed her way to the side entrance to the stage. She'd managed to hit him right where he lived, and with just one sentence. He'd be laid low for a week if she ever worked up to full paragraphs. He noticed he wasn't the only male to catch the sway of her hips or the way her short brown hair bounced with each step. There was going to be trouble. And he'd left his gun back in the motel room.
The first talent show contestant seemed to be a regular. Several in the crowd called out greetings to the buxom redhead who carried a guitar onto the stage. When she was seated, the room went relatively quit as she sang a couple of ballads.
Bakura ordered a second beer, then decided he'd better not drink it. He nursed a glass of water instead and sat through a lousy band, a magician who looked young enough to still be in grade school and two more singers who didn't have enough talent between them to fill up a shot glass. Then it was Tea's turn. By this point, his nerves were stretched tight enough to be guitar strings. While the crowd had gone easy on the under-aged magician, they'd hooted the band and both of the lousy singers off the stage without even letting them finish their two numbers. Tea was pretty enough to get the sympathy vote, but was that going to save her? His muscles clenched tight the second she appeared on the stage. There were several whistles and catcalls as she walked to the piano that had rolled out onto the middle of the stage. The man in charge adjusted the microphone so that it was level with her mouth. The house lights went down and a spotlight appeared on her.
"Hey baby, why don't you show me another kind of talent?" One of the guys up front yelled.
Tea shaded her eyes against the glare of the spotlight, glanced at the man, and then shook her head. "Thanks, but I'd rather play the piano."
The room exploded into laughter and Bakura relaxed a little. He didn't think Tea had understood what the guy had been talking about, but she had handed him perfectly.
"I haven't played in a while." She said, resting her hands on the keys. "Can I have a second to warm up?"
"I'm hot already baby!"
She frowned slightly, then ran her fingers up and down in a quick series of scales. Bakura sensed people getting restless. Tea moved into a piece he didn't recognize but sounded classical. He groaned. This wasn't the place for Bach. A couple of people booed, and somebody yelled at her to get off the stage. She paused uncertainly. Bakura started to stand. If she needed rescuing, he wasn't going to let her down.
"Not your style huh?" She said, then shrugged. "I was trying to provide a little culture, but I guess not. Then how about this?" At the first tinkle of the keys, Bakura froze. He didn't recognize that song either, but it sounded like an intriguing combination of jazz and blue grass. As people began clapping, he sank back into his seat and raised his beer in a silent salute. Looked as though Tea wasn't going to need rescuing at all. She was doing just fine on her own.
Tea lifted her hands from the keyboard and set them in her lap. There was a second of silence, followed by an explosion of applause as eople yelled for her to keep playing. She was about to shake her head no when she saw the man who had moved the piano onstage for her nodding at her to continue. She started on another piece by a friend of hers from high school, speeding it up a little and throwing in some country-sounding bass notes. If the dance floor had been crowded before, it was positively jammed now. Tea looked at the men and women moving together and started to smile. This was a lot more fun than playing at choir practice!
When the song ended, the man returned to stand next to her. He motioned for her to rise, then he took her hand and raised it in the air. "We have a new winner!" Everyone applauded.
"I won?" Tea asked, not believing it.
"Sure thing doll. Here." He handed her a hundred dollar bill. "Feel free to spend it all here."
She laughed, then gave him an impulsive hug. After hurrying off the stage, she wove her way through the crowd, searching for Bakura. She wanted to show him the money, and wanted to hear what he thought of her playing. Mostly she just wanted to be with him.
"Hey, not so fast."
Someone grabbed her wrist and swung her around. She found herself facing a dark-eyed man with a moustache. "How 'bout I buy you a drink darling?"
She smiled as she shook her head. "No thanks, I'm with somebody."
The man released her. "Then he's a lucky man."
Tea nodded and headed for the center of the room. She saw Bakura and waved. At that moment, her heart thudded against her rib cage in an unfamiliar rhythm. I'm with somebody. Weren't those the best words ever?
"You were great." Bakura said, as she approached.
She hurried toward him, rushing the last few feet when he stood and opened his arms. His embrace felt like coming home. The heat of him, the feel of his body, his scent, it all felt exactly right. She belonged here. Maybe it had only been a few days, but she was more comfortable with him now than she'd ever been with Yami.
"You had me worried when you started with that classical music." Bakura told her. "Then you blew me away. Pretty sneaky."
She waved the money in front of him. "And now I'm rich, so dinner's on me. Where do you want to go?"
His dark gaze settled on her face. At the moment something dangerous and fiery flashed in his eyes. Something that made her stomach clench and her legs tremble. Something that reminded her of them kissing the previous night. Even with her limited experience, she recognized the look of a man who wanted a woman.
But instead of saying anything about that, he wrapped his arm around her and said. "I think I have a taste for a burger. What about you?"
Tea didn't mind that he wouldn't admit his feelings. She agreed to a burger all the while knowing that they were in adjoining rooms and that it was the kind of night where anything could happen.
"You should've let me pay for dinner." Tea said as they walked toward their motel. "I wanted to."
"No way. Contest winnings are play money. Find something you would never let yourself buy and get it." Bakura grinned. "Maybe one of those stuffed armadillos you're so found of."
She wrinkled her nose. "I think they're interesting but I would never want one in my house. I'd always feel bad about it being dead."
"You wouldn't want a live one in the living room."
"Probably not."
She paused while he pulled his room key out of his pocket. They were in adjoining rooms as they had been the previous night, but Tea was hoping that she wouldn't be sleeping alone. She'd liked sharing a bed with him, even if he had kept his hands to himself. He pushed opened the door and motioned for her to go in first. She walked into the room and flipped on the light switch, then spun around in a circle.
"I still can't believe I won."
He smiled. "You did great. When you said you played the piano in church, I didn't know it was anything like that."
"Oh I never played like that in church. However, I did play something like this in a school recital. Though I forgot how much I enjoyed playing, but once I started dancing I put it on the back-burner. I'm going to have to put playing again on my to-do list."
Bakura closed the door and tossed the key on the dresser. "You have a to-do list."
"Uh-huh, it's all the things I want to do now that I'm free to follow my dreams." She began ticking items off on her fingers. "I'm going to California and I'm going to study dance and become a professional dancer."
"What about winning a talent contest? Was that on the list?"
"Nope, just a bonus."
He sat on the bed and rubbed his thigh.
"Is it hurting?" She asked.
"A little. I had a beer, so I won't be taking a painkiller tonight."
"I have some over the counter stuff in my suitcase. You can take that."
He nodded gratefully, Tea studied the lines of pain around his eyes and mouth, the fading bruises on his face. If only she could do something to make him feel better.
"Okay, let me go get the bottle and also the stuff to change your bandage. I'll be right back." She hurried through the open adjoining door and into her room. After turning on a light, she unzipped her suitcase and fished out the bandages and antiseptic cream, along with a bottle of aspirin. Before returning to his room, she kicked off her sandals, then walked barefoot across the carpet.
Bakura was where she'd left him, still sitting on the side of the bed. She handed him the aspirin first, which he swallowed without water. She grimaced. "How can you do that?"
"Practice."
The thought of that taste in her mouth made her shudder. "Do you want me to change your bandage now or do you want to let the pain ease a bit first?"
"I can do it." He said, taking the supplies from her.
She blinked at him. "What do you mean?"
"I appreciate all you've done, but I don't need your help tonight." He didn't sound angry as he spoke, and the words were polite enough, but she still felt as if he'd slapped her.
Not need her help? But she'd always changed his bandage. Some of her fondest memories were of what had happened after. Heat flared suddenly. Was that the problem? She'd made her interest in him very plain. Maybe he didn't like it. Maybe he didn't like her. After all, he'd turned her down enough times.
"I'm sorry." She said quickly. Her eyes burned with tears, although she didn't know why she would want to cry. She felt both hot and cold and very, very small. "I'll just―" She motioned vaguely, then hurried back to her room.
"Tea, wait."
She didn't listen. Instead, she pushed the door between their rooms closed and looked for a place to hide. There wasn't one. She was in a strange motel just outside of Colorado, and all the pleasure of her win earlier that evening dissipated as if it had never happened. Her stomach lurched, protesting what she'd had for dinner.
She should leave.
She should get in her car and drive far, far away. Except then she would strand Bakura and she couldn't do that. She was supposed to take him home. "All right. I will get him in the car and we can make it to Arizona tonight and be there early morning." She said to herself.
Tea sank onto the bed and covered her face with her hands. She couldn't do that either. He was injured and in pain. She couldn't ask him to sit in the car all night just because she'd realize she'd made a fool of herself by throwing herself at a man who wasn't interested. She swallowed hard, still fighting the tears, but eventually they won. She was cold and lost and humiliated. All she could think of was how much she liked Bakura and how he didn't like her and how all of this was so much worse than Yami telling her he didn't want to marry her.
"Tea."
She looked up, then eventually quickly wiped her cheeks when she saw Bakura standing just inside the adjoining door.
"How did you get in here?"
He held up the credit card he'd used to pop the door open. Her gaze flew to the dead bolt she hadn't bothered to latch, then back to him.
"Don't cry." He said, limping toward her.
"I'm not." She said automatically, even as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
"I can't help doing that." He sat next to her.
She wanted to move away, but that seemed kind of childish. Worse, when he put his arm around her, Tea found she couldn't move because having him hold her felt too god. But wasn't he her problem to begin with? How could he be the solution? He pulled her close, but she resisted, determined to stay upright. Bakura sighed and shifted back so he could face her.
"You don't understand." He said quietly. "I'm trying to be the good guy here and you're making it damned hard." He frowned. "What happened to your swearing lessons? I thought you were going to practice."
She sniffed. "I don't think I'm the swearing type."
"Probably not." He took her hand in his and turned it over so he could study her palm. "But I am. I'm a lot of things that you're not used to." He turned her hand back and laced their fingers together, then looked at her face. "Women are easy for me, always have been. They find me attractive and enjoy my company in bed."
She stiffened. Great, so not only was he not interested, she was one of a crowd. Her face burned even hotter. She tried to pull her hand away, but he didn't release her.
"Getting laid has never been the issue." He said.
Tea didn't know what to do with that information. "What's your point?"
"I told you the difference between making love and sex. Do you remember?"
She nodded.
He stared into her eyes. "I can find plenty of women for sex. But finding women to make love with, women who matter, well…that's a different story." He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. "Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm shallow, or maybe I just have bad luck. I can't seem to find women I really care about. After a while, just having sex isn't enough. I want to be with someone I respect and care about."
This time she jerked her hand free and clenched it against her stomach. Pain sliced through her. It was worse than she thought. Not only didn't he want her, he didn't even like or respect her.
"I see." She said, although the words hurts. It was as if her throat had been rubbed raw by the pain.
"No you don't." He cupped her face in his hands. "I'm trying to tell you that I like and respect you too much to just have sex with you."
Now she was really confused. "But I like you too. You said I should wait until I cared about someone, and I care about you. I don't understand. If you don't want me, then just tell me. I'm sorry I've been throwing myself at you. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I thought―" Her insides got tight and she was afraid she was going to cry again. "I thought you wanted me too."
Bakura let loose a string of swearwords he was pretty sure that Tea had never heard. She looked startled but didn't run for cover, which he guessed was something. "I'm saying this all wrong." He told her.
The problem was, he didn't know how to say it right. His goal from the beginning had been to not hurt her. Yet he had. He could see it in her eyes, in the set of her mouth. He'd wounded her and all he'd been trying to do was be a good guy. He sucked in a breath. "This is all new to you." He said. "You're on an adventure for the first time in your life. I'm having a good time with you. I can't remember enjoying anything more. You're sweet, funny and you experience everything with your whole heart. There's no holding back, and I admire that."
Some of the pain faded from Tea's eyes, but she still looked wary. "And?"
"And I wonder how much of what you're feeling is about this being a new and exciting situation. I don't want you reacting without thinking of the consequences." Man he couldn't believe that a beautiful woman was throwing herself at him and he was trying to talk her out of it.
Tea stared at him for a long time, then nodded slowly. "You're afraid I'm more caught up in the moment than in you. That this is about the new experience, not who you are as a person."
Bakura didn't like the sound of that. It made him feel like a touch-feely, flower-hugging duchebag. "I have enough regrets for two lifetimes." He said, sidestepping her comment. "I don't want you to have the same."
"I want to say that I won't, but things are happening so fast. Sometimes it's hard to catch my breath." She ducked her head. "I'm sorry I've been throwing myself at you. Guys get the 'no means no' lecture all the time, and I've been guilty of ignoring what you were saying."
She was apologizing for coming on to him? Okay, now he knew they were in an alternate universe.
He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. "No matter what happens or doesn't happen, never doubt that I've wanted you from the beginning."
She glanced at him from under her lashes. "Really? So it's okay for me to suggest stuff?"
Bakura had a feeling he was going to regret agreeing to anything but he would rather walk on hot coals than hurt her again. "You can suggest all you want as long as I'm free to say no."
Tea straightened and smiled at him. "Okay, I won't ask for sex or anything. But can we sleep together tonight?"
They might be sharing a bed, but Bakura knew he wasn't going to be sleeping. Not while he was hard enough to hammer nails into concrete. He groaned softly and rested his forearm over his eyes. Why had he agreed to this? Sleeping, or not sleeping with Tea was going to be pure torture. Maybe if he asked her nicely, she would hit him on the head with a lamp and he could pass out. Even the headache that would follow would be better than the low and steady throbbing ache in his groin.
The pain cranked up about twenty percent when the adjoining door opened and she stepped into his bedroom. Her face was washed, her hair brushed and she'd replaced her sexy denim shorts and cropped T-shirt with a camisole and matching panties. As she crossed the room, her perfect breasts moved in a way designed to make a dead man hot. His gaze slipped to her long bare legs, then back to her face where happiness radiated with a light bright enough to blind.
"How's your leg?" She asked, as she pulled back the covers and slid in next to him.
Instantly her sweet scent surrounded him, and in a second he would feel her heat and he would be lucky if he didn't just explode right there.
"Bakura?"
"It's fine."
She eased next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Her hand settled on his bare chest, burning his skin and making rational thought impossible. Every fiber of his being focused on mentally forcing her hand down…and down…and down. As if that was going to happen. He glanced at her and found her looking at him. She smiled as his chest clenched in response as he realized he could look at her forever.
"Never settle." He told her. "Whatever you do Tea, don't accept second best. If the guy you're seeing isn't interested in what you want, then dump him and find someone who is. Only accept the best. That's what you deserve."
"You mean, like Yami not wanting to go to Hawaii on our honeymoon."
"Right."
"Or the kid thing."
He nodded, not wanting to think about the fact that she was on the Pill. Birth control wasn't going to be an issue for them because―his brain froze. It wasn't his fault, considering more than half his blood supply was otherwise occupied, he figured he'd been doing just fine of communicating. But then she started moving her hand against his skin, rubbing her fingers against his chest, slipping back and forth…back and forth. He held in a groan. Why didn't she just shoot him?
She liked the feel of his warm skin. He was so much muscular than she was. She liked his scent too, and the way he was warm and made her feel safe. He was really nice and good-looking. He had a good job.
"Why aren't you married?" She asked. "Why didn't some woman snatch you up?"
"I never feel in love."
"Huh, I guess that's the same as wanting to be swept away. That's what I want."
He chuckled. "Guys don't want to be swept away. That's a female thing."
"But it's still true. We want the same thing."
"Yeah, but don't tell anyone I said that."
She smiled, then closed her eyes and lost herself in the feel of his body next to hers. Certain body parts were tingling and aching in a way she now recognized. She was getting turned on. The feelings made her both tense and completely relaxed. She liked knowing that being around Bakura made her hot, even as the realization made her blush. She trailed her fingers from his chest to his stomach until she reached his belly button. She was so startled to come in contact with something that intimate that she momentarily froze. Which meant she didn't fight when he shifted suddenly and flipped her onto her back. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. His face was chiseled and strained. Tension pulled his mouth straight.
"What's wrong?" She asked. "Did I hurt you?"
"How far did you and Yami go? I know you're a virgin, but what did he do? Touching, petting, first base, third?"
His voice was low and hoarse. Tea didn't understand what was going on. "We kissed, nothing more. And I don't really know about the bases. I mean, I know what people mean when they talk about them, but I don't know what happens at each one."
In high school, she'd overheard girls talking about what they let their boyfriends do, but she had never been a part of a crowd that went further than chaste kisses.
Bakura squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm going to hell." He muttered.
"No you're not. You're a very good person."
He opened his eyes. "Foolish girl, you don't have a clue what I'm thinking right now."
Whatever it was, she wanted him to do it. The ache inside of her increased, as did the anticipation. She shifted closer. "You could tell me."
He groaned. "You have no idea how much I want you."
She nearly bounced with excitement. "I want you too. This isn't just about sex, I swear. I couldn't imagine doing this with someone else."
"You were supposed to tell me no."
"Oh…but I don't want to say no."
"And I'm not ready to deal with you being a virgin."
Which put them at an impasse. She didn't know what to say to that.
"I want to touch you." He said. "But I won't make love with you. I plan to stop just short of that, even if it kills me. You can agree or if you've changed your mind, we can just go to sleep."
Sleep? When the alternative was being touched by him? She didn't think so.
"Go for it." She whispered, and raised her head to kiss him.
The touch of his lips was as soft and perfect as she remembered. He leaned over her, his arm braced by her head, his body pressing against hers. As he moved back and forth against her mouth, she parted and his tongue slipped inside. He tasted of toothpaste and heat.
They came together in a dance that took her breath away. Everything was familiar yet new. He explored her mouth, circling her, teasing her, making her squirm. He then broke the kiss and pressed his mouth to her jaw. Tea reached up and rubbed her hands along his bare back as Bakura kissed his way to her ear, then took the lobe in his mouth and sucked. Tingles exploded like fireworks, racing across the darkness of her passion.
Bakura settled his hand on her stomach. The warm weight filled her with anticipation, but he didn't move, which made her want to grab his wrist and pull him up to her breasts. Her kissed her neck, licked the hollow of her throat, then blew on the damp spot and made her break out in goosebumps. But still that hand just sat there.
He raised his head. "I'd like to take off your top."
Embarrassment battled with desire, though it wasn't much of a fight though. Making love meant getting naked. While the thought of taking off her clothes, even at the doctor's office made her want to hide under a desk, she didn't mind if Bakura saw her. Not when he looked at her with such tenderness and fire. She scooted into a sitting position and reached for the hem of her camisole. With one quick move, she pulled it over her head and let it fall to the ground.
In case she managed to forget what she'd done, the cool night air was an instant reminder. She waited for him to look at her, to say anything, but his gaze didn't leave her face. Instead, he tugged her back onto the mattress and kissed her again. His tongue swept into her mouth with all the power of a man on the prowl. She felt both feminine and vulnerable, but in a good way. And when his hand settled on her again, she had a feeling that this time he meant business. Tea wasn't wrong, she felt the instant his hand slipped from the silky fabric of her panties to her bare stomach. Every cell went on alert. He moved high and higher until he settled over her left breast.
He had touched her there before, but she'd been wearing her dress and nothing about the experience had prepared her for the liquid pleasure of having bare skin against bare skin. When he cupped her curves, she couldn't breathe. When he brushed his thumb against her tight nipple, she thought she might pass out. When he broke their kiss to lean down and take her nipple in his mouth, she knew that she had in fact left gravity behind and was now floating in the cosmos as warm, wet, sucking heat surrounded her. Tea hadn't known it could be like that. That she could be so sensitive. That she could feel this good…ever.
She gasped for breath and clutched at his head, never wanting him to stop. He shifted to her other breast and used his fingers to mimic the movement of his tongue. It was too much. Though it would never be enough. It was endless…and it was the most perfect moment in time. She gave herself up to him then, not able to speak as he sat up and reached for her panties. Suddenly she wanted them off too, because if he could make her breasts feel that good, what would happen when he touched her there?
Then she was naked. Somehow she thought the moment would be notable. That she would remember getting naked and feel that it was significant. But all it felt was right. When Bakura settled next to her again, he smiled.
"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"
Tea shook her head. "No."
"You are. Very beautiful. Everything about you is stunning." As he spoke, he rested his finger in the valley between her breasts, then moved it over one and then the other. He brushed against her nipple and when she gasped, he smiled again. Those same fingers trailed down her chest, then across her belly. "I'll stop if you want." He said, as he circled her bully button.
She still couldn't speak so she shook her head and even parted her legs a little, although that was kind of embarrassing. He moved lower, tickling as much as he excited. Heat flared ahead of his touch, making her feel as though she was melting from the inside out. When he slipped between her legs, she felt several powerful jolts. She also realized she was slick and swollen. She glanced at Bakura to see if that was okay, but his eyes were closed. He went deeper, then groaned.
Questions filled her mind, but before she could speak, he started kissing her again. Everything got very intense as he swept inside of her mouth, claiming her. At the same time he moved his fingers as if he wanted to discover all of her. She liked the feel of him rubbing against her. It was just as nice as when he'd touched her breasts. Maybe nicer…maybe―
Lightening shot through her and Tea wasn't sure what had happened, but she wanted it to happen again. And then it did. Bakura had found this one incredible spot…that place that was so…she gasped. Her legs fell open completely. Now she was the one to deepen their kisses. She wanted more. She wanted it all. Harder. Softer. Faster. Slower. She didn't care. Just as long as he was there, touching her like that. It was like climbing and falling and floating all at the same time. When she realized her hips were pulsing in time with his movements, she didn't know how to make it stop. But then, she didn't care. She wanted more. There had to be more.
Bakura circled her sweet spot, brushed across it, and then rubbed it again. The movements got faster, and she couldn't breathe, but again, she didn't care. Breath wasn't required. There was so much to feel, to experience. Then suddenly it all rose so high that the world disappeared and there was only the sensation of rushing pleasure sweeping through her body over and over again until she returned to Bakura's arms. She opened her eyes and found him watching her.
"How was it?" He asked.
She couldn't believe it. She'd had an orgasm, her first ever. "Amazing. Can we do it again?"
He laughed. "Sure, but if we do it right away, you'll be sore in the morning."
"Okay. We can wait."
He shifted onto his back and she cuddled next to him. "Wow." She felt energized and ready to conquer new worlds. "I just had no idea I was capable of that. No wonder people run around doing it all the time."
"I've created a monster." He said.
"No, but you have unleashed my carnal nature." She snuggled closer, liking the way her bare breasts nestled against his arm. Then she shot up into a sitting position. "What about you?"
"I'm fine."
Tea narrowed her gaze, then flipped back the covers he'd kept over his lower half. The size of his arousal made her mouth drop open. "Tell me what to do."
"Don't worry about it." He reached for the covers, but she stopped him.
"Why can't I make you feel good? Do you think I'll do it wrong?"
"No." Hesitated. "It's okay that this is just about you."
"But I want it to be about both of us."
"So much for being noble." He muttered, and reached for his briefs.
Tea watched as he pulled them off, being careful as he slid them over his bandage. When he stretched out on the bed, she stared at him. At how big he was and, if he didn't stick straight out, the way he'd promised. She wanted to study his body, to explore their differences, but the strained look around his eyes told her that he was a man on the edge. She would explore later, right now it was time for his orgasm.
"Okay, what do I do?"
Bakura had her kneel next to him, then took her hand in his and wrapped it around him. He was hot, hard, yet the skin was so soft.
"Up and down." He said through slightly clenched teeth. "It's not going to take long." He looked at her. "You know what happens to men when they―"
She nodded. That much was clear to her. Bakura taught her the rhythm, then dropped his hand to his side. His eyes closed and as she moved, she could see the tension tightening his body. She liked how he filled her hand and the way he groaned as she quickened the pace. It felt as if she'd just gotten the hang of things when he stiffened and climaxed. Tea watched all of it, amazed at what she'd been able to do.
Winning a talent contest, having her first orgasm and pleasuring Bakura all in one night. Life had just gotten very good.
BlueMoon Goddess: It has been awhile since I last updated. But I hope it was well worth the wait just for this. Gave you guys a bit of lime here, so I hoped you enjoyed it. Also, next chapter is when they finally make it to Arizona and Tea will meet Ryou and Miho. So for the time being, until next time! ^_^