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Mkay, this chapter is sorta long. lots of suggestive moments- If you don't want to read it then i suggest you don't despite that you all know this story is M rated.

Disclaimer: don't own YGO. I don't own "Hit Me Baby One More Time", "Hold it Against Me", or "Unusual You" by Britney Spears. I don't own "Whiskey Girl" as that belongs to Toby Keith. Lastly, I don't own "Chemicals React" by Aly and AJ.

This chapter has a lot of music. I am a huge fan of Britney Spears' music, so bear with me if you don't care for her. sorry. :/

enough of my rambling... Enjoy!

-TSA

Chapter 10:

"You're going out tonight?" Niall sighed heavily while leaning his back against the bedroom door. He wasn't used to being locked out, and that sudden change in their relationship hurt like a bullet through the heart. He began humming another song from his Irish home, hoping to ease the pang in his chest while she insisted on not answering. He expected this behavior from her. It was the price he was paying for letting her mingle with Seto Kaiba, "You're not going to talk to me, are you?"

Were you right, was I wrong, were you weak, was I strong? Yeah.

He heard the lock release and he leaned off the door while she opened it up a crack, peering at him while licking her lips that were painted candy-apple red. He liked that color. Stepping aside, he waited to see if she walked out, and when she did, he bit his tongue to avoid yelling at her for her choice of attire.

"I need to have a little fun, Niall." She listened to him sigh impatiently, "Don't give me that." Both of us broken, caught in a moment.

He ran his fingers through his hair, the color of wheat in the valleys between the mountains where he would often travel for a taste of adventure, "I refuse to point out the error of your ways, since you'll never listen to me."

"Why can't you just get over that I fell asleep in his office?" she snapped. We lived and we loved and we hurt and we jumped. Yeah.

"That has nothing to do with this-"

"You're so bent out of shape by the notion that I just might be interested in him!"

"That's not true-

"Then why are you so bothered with me being near him?"

"I'm not bothered-"

"Quit lying!" Gwen stomped past him, "You're not my father, Niall!"

But the planets all aligned when you looked into my eyes and just like that-

He grabbed her arm, spinning her around, "I don't want him to hurt you!" There was a silence where Niall realized the misunderstanding and fear in her eyes. He'd never raised his voice in the seven years he'd watched over her. Feeling her hands braced against his chest, he tempted collapsing against her, "I don't want him to hurt you…" The chemicals react.

She stood up on her toes and gently kissed his cheek, "I'm going to be late." The chemicals react.

He watched her slip from his arms, shuffling out of the hotel room without so much as a glance over her shoulder. His heart felt heavy enough to force him to his knees, but he remained standing. For what purpose? His damned Irish pride wouldn't let him fall. Not even when he felt like he was losing the most important thing in his life.

. . . .

"You're going out tonight?"

Seto wasn't sure if Mokuba was happy for him or angry at him, "It's nothing personal." He was trying to decide on a shirt to wear and if he needed a tie or not. Walking into his closet, he realized that he didn't have much to wear that would be considered his "age". He was a CEO for God's sake! He didn't run around like a dweeb-y teenager, "I don't even know why I agreed to it in the first place!"

"She's gonna look so hot…" Mokuba whined.

"Trust me; I don't think she's attractive."

Mokuba threw his arms up in the air, falling down on Seto's bed, "How can you say that? She's so beautiful!"

"No. She's not." Seto buttoned up his collared shirt before grabbing a blue tie, "She's just like every other Beauty Pageant bitch…" He rolled his eyes, "Aren't you supposed to be in bed by now?"

Mokuba scowled while shuffling from Seto's room. He hopped down the stairway that led to the main level, dodging passing butlers and maids. As he landed on the last step, he heard the chiming of the doorbell. Bolting to answer it, he nearly skidded across the floor while grabbing hold of the doorknob and flinging the door open. He gave a smile to Gwen, who was holding her compact mirror up while reapplying her red lipstick.

"You sure you're here for my brother?" Mokuba said.

Gwen gave him a wink, "That depends on how our night goes." She walked inside, snake-skin, gladiator zip-up sandal clicking on the tile floors. She had to have been six inches off the ground, at least that's how he felt, "Don't tell me your brother intends on standing me up!"

"He'd be a fool if he does!" Mokuba was practically drooling over her. She had a black, lace corseted top with a sweetheart neckline and light blue skinny jeans that hugged every corner of her. He wasn't sure what his brother was complaining about, "He's probably upstairs still. I can go get him-"

"Actually, Mokuba…" She began making her way up the staircase after setting her mirror and lipstick on the small table beside her with a vase of flowers, "…what room is his?"

He lifted a brow, watching her hips swing as she walked, "Um…fourth on the right."

Gwen sauntered around the hall on the right, staring at the fourth door. She giggled while imagining what would happen if she didn't knock and just invited herself in. Frankly, that sounded like fun. With a tiny laugh, she slowly opened the door and slipped inside, eyes moving frantically to find him. A breathy sigh escaped her as she saw his sculpted shoulders and biceps as he pulled his arms through the sleeves of a black collared shirt. She felt her knees quake for a moment while he turned around, shirt left unbuttoned.

What could have made this moment better? She had no idea. Biting her bottom lip, she shifted her weight around until he stepped closer to her, buttoning his shirt along the way, which made her nearly collapse.

"I don't recall you knocking," he muttered.

"I'm sorry that you take so long to get dressed." She watched as he went to put his tie on, quickly grabbing his hand and tossing the silk thing onto his bed, "Trust me, you won't need it."

He seemed a tad alarmed by the way she winked at him, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It gets hot in there."

He decided against prying into what she meant while she gestured for him to follow her. What was he thinking anyway? This was just a disaster waiting to happen. If he got lucky, she wouldn't make him spend that much time with that loud music pounding in the building. Whenever it was that he could return to the peace and quiet would be the best part of his night. Fuck, why was he even doing this?

"Uncomfortable, are we?" she sneered.

Seto rolled his eyes as his limo driver pulled up, "Do you really believe that I'm out of my element?"

"I figured if we aren't surrounded by businessmen then you aren't 'in your element'." She slid into the limousine, asking his chauffer to turn the music to an upbeat radio station, which he grudgingly agreed to. Music blasting from the speakers, she gave Seto a smirk while he began his usual pout, "You don't know how to have fun, do you?"

"We have two different ideas of fun, Miss O'Malley."

She was singing every song she recognized on the radio, something she knew annoyed Seto, but she was thoroughly enjoying all his scowling. When Britney Spears' music began playing, she noticed that he was listening to her with intrigue. She was shaking around in her seat, running her fingers through her hair while singing each word with a faint whiny twang that made him shiver, though she swore from excitement.

Sliding to the floor of his limo, she crawled along until she was sitting at his feet. She climbed onto his lap, hoping to spark his interest as she had that one lovely night, "My loneliness is killing me. I must confess I still believe when I'm not with you I lose my mind." She smirked while his hands ran along her thighs, pulling her tighter against himself, "Give me a sign. Hit me baby one more time."

Hands moving along to her stomach, she felt him pull her shirt up, feeling each inch of warm skin that shivered with goose bumps after his caresses. She titled her head back, rolling her hips against his while his fingertips brushed along the underside of her breast. No bra? That was kinky.

The car rolled to a stop, Seto's hands falling from her while he gave her a little push to remove her from himself. Straightening himself out as he opened the door, he could already hear the music pounding inside the building. When Gwen slipped up beside him, he offered his arm to her, which she gratefully took as they made their way toward the front door.

Inside, the Technicolor lights were flashing, people crowding around the bar and dance floor, bodies against bodies in a fit of heated passion. Gwen led him along until they came to a stairway that wound in circles, leading them to a second floor where less people were, but there was a security guard standing there. Figuring it required a VIP pass; he tried to get her to walk back to the first level. To his surprise, all Gwen had to do was show him her ID and they were granted access.

"What was that about?" he asked, thankful for the quieter music.

"It pays to be rich." She laughed while he shook his head, "Figured you wanted to be someplace less crowded."

"You're crazy."

She licked her lips, letting go of his arm to hop around to the techno beat that rung off the walls. She beckoned for him to join her, but he shook his head and made his way to the bar, figuring a couple strong ones would loosen him up. With a roll of her eyes, she vanished onto the dance floor, grinding up against anyone that bumped into her, all laughing drunkenly. Even if he was going to be a stick in the mud, she was planning on enjoying herself.

Seto sat down at the bar, ordering a strawberry margarita, pleased with the idea of tequila. He watched the people dancing, looking for any sign of his raven haired maiden. When his drink was handed to him, he took a careful sip while his eyes found her. She was between two blondes, all grinding against one another, laughing and singing the lyrics to the song playing. Just the sight of her hips rocking into the girl in front of her made him shiver.

What was so alluring about that sight? He was drinking his margarita faster than he wanted to and it made his world spin momentarily. He set his drink down while following Gwen as she began dancing around in circles until she was yanked up against a burly fellow. That made his blood boil. She was quick to dismiss herself from him, all the while shimmying and shaking that ass of hers that was tightly confined in her jeans, though with enough movement he swore someone would see her panties.

Sighing heavily, he found himself with a slight smile as a group of people surrounded her while she took her turn to rule the dance floor. Every gesture, every turn, every shake, every coil of her body- He was lost to it. He felt the bartender tap his shoulder and when he glanced over at him, he saw a smirk on his lips. Hey, over there, please, forgive me if I'm comin' on too strong.

"You with that girl?" the man asked.

Seto shrugged, "I came with her." Hate to stare, but, you're winnin' and they're playin' my favorite song.

"You might not be leaving with her, Buddy!" The bartender laughed, "If I were you, I wouldn't be letting that beauty get too far."

Seto grimaced, noticing that Gwen had disappeared. So, come here a little closer, wanna whisper in your ear. He rose from his seat while cursing himself for losing her momentarily. Crossing the dance floor, dodging each girl that yanked on his sleeve, he found himself seized by his belt. He was spun around, hips meeting Gwen's as she pressed herself up against him. He smirked, hands sliding along her thighs and pulling her as close to himself as possible, feeling for each inch of her from under those skinny jeans.

Make it clear a little question; wanna know just how you feel…

This didn't count as dancing. He wasn't even sure what it was! All he knew was that he enjoyed being so close to her with the music flooding through his ears. Her features were calm, almost lost to the way he stared down at her, trying to keep up with her rhythm. If I said my heart was beating loud, if we could escape the crowd somehow, if I said I want your body now- The song's beat suddenly dropped to a slower count, nearly catching him off guard.

But she assured him that she knew how to move. Would you hold it against me? Her hips rolled against his while his hands ran along to pull at her shirt again. Fingers brushing over her stomach to leave goose bumps in their tracks, he tried to find a trigger to make her break. All he wanted was to discover her carnally. They'd moved along to the nearest wall, fumbling over each other as he pushed her up against it. Moving between her thighs, she gasped a little, though there wasn't much room for her to wiggle away from him.

'Cause, you feel like paradise and I need a vacation tonight. His blue eyes were set ablaze and she loved the way he teased her with brushing his lips along her shoulders and neck. It was close enough to sex with the way they grinded up against each other and their hands tore at clothes for a taste of skin. So, if I said I want your body now- She managed to unbutton his shirt halfway, hands sliding over sweaty muscles while he tickled the undersides of her breasts. Damn, she hadn't even gotten a drink in before this lit up.

Would you hold it against me?

She was singing the words to the song, hissing them in his ear. Finally being allowed a bit of space, she grabbed him by his collar and threw him up against the wall, smirking as he insisted on hooking his thumbs in her pockets to drag her back against himself. She didn't know where in the song they were, but it felt like they had been dancing together for hours.

"I think I need a drink," she laughed.

Seto titled his head back, trying to breathe while avoiding inhaling her perfume, "Something strong I assume?"

"You know what I like."

He half laughed, running his fingers through her silky hair, "My little whiskey girl…"

"I don't recall being yours."

Damn, he loved that challenge in her voice. Offering her his arm again, they made their way over to the bar, the music in the room dropping to a mellower tune that was refreshing compared to all the upbeat songs. He watched as she leaned against the bar counter, still shaking her ass to any beat she could find hanging in the air. Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans? That was when he noticed it. He had to restrain himself from laughing as he saw the tattoo "tramp stamp" that was hiding on the crease of her jeans.

Tight on the top with a belly button ring, a little tattoo somewhere in between she only shows to me. It looked like two dolphins entwined together in a Tara Twist, a Celtic symbol he'd seen often. He wandered up next to her and gave a little tug to her pants, "Nice tat…"

She gave him a grin, "I don't usually let people see it. I thought I had put it far enough down."

"Guess I'm just special…" Hey we're going out dancin' she's ready tonight. He turned to the bartender, thinking over what he wanted, "I'll have a vodka martini."

Gwen laughed, "Shaken, not stirred."

Seto gave her a playful glare, something that felt awkward, but he liked the way she giggled. Licking his lips while she bounced from her heels to her toes, he found himself rather captivated by her. The glow of her face in the dim Technicolor lights of the room was enchanting, especially they way she smiled. So damn good-lookin', Boys, it ain't even right. He nodded his head to the bartender once he was handed his glass, noticing that the man was lingering so as to get a better look at Gwen.

And when bar tender says, 'for the lady, what's it gonna be?'

"What'll it be for the lady?"

Seto began to laugh. I tell him, Man... "Whiskey on the rocks."

"You don't figure you've got a bottle of Green Spot Whiskey, do ya?" Gwen chimed.

The bartender smirked, "Looks like you're in luck, though it's not a very big bottle." She ain't into wine and roses, beer just makes her turn up her nose, and she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne.

Seto was shaking his head as she gratefully took hold of the glass she was given, taking a long drink of the whiskey from her homeland. She was sure her father's girl with the way she drank. He raised a toast to her when she set her glass down, which made her giggle. That calmness was returned to her face while she twirled her finger around in the ice and whiskey. No Cuervo Gold Margaritas- Just ain't enough good burn in tequila.

"I think we've made progress in our relationship." She gave him a wink, "You can order a drink for me."

"I pay attention to detail." He drummed his fingers on the table before reaching into his wallet to pay the man for his margarita earlier and the two drinks now. She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain. "You're rather easy to read."

She rolled her eyes with a smile, "Oh, I don't think so. I let you read what I want you to read. The rest of these pages are my best kept secrets."

She was toying with the gold chain around her neck, drawing his eyes to the action, "I'd rather like to read the rest of those pages." She's my little whiskey girl, she's my little whiskey girl, my ragged-on-the-edges girl-

"Then finish up your drink." She titled her head back, taking hers down before sliding the glass over to the bartender, "Dancing's the best way for me to express myself."

Ah, but I like 'em rough.

Seto willingly followed her as she took his hand, guiding him along the dance floor until they were surrounded by the shadows of the dark room. She invited herself back into his embrace, arms hooking around his neck while his hands buried into the back pockets of her jeans. Bodies entwining to the new beat laced into the air, the entire world felt like it had disappeared. Nothing was left but the sweet emotion of being so close.

Gwen pushed him back a bit, clapping with the rest of the people in the building as the beat of the song became the only thing heard. She spun around a couple times, fingers running through her hair while her eyes asked for him to come closer. He watched for a moment, arms crossed over his chest, amused by each swerve of her hips. He was beginning to like that. Holding his hand out to her, he waited as she shimmied back up to him.

Back in his arms, he pulled her into a dip, bringing her thigh up along his waist before swinging her upright. She slid her hands along his chest, feeling for any inch of skin. The contact of her fingernails dragging over his flesh made him shiver, breathless words slipping from his lips. He wasn't sure what he said, but her reaction was splendid. She rolled her hips against his, lips pressed to his ear while she tangled her fingers in his hair.

Fuck, he wanted to kiss her.

Hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her face to his, but before their lips met, the music was silenced. He glanced around while most the couples stopped dancing while shouting for what happened. When he looked back at Gwen, she was blushing while taking a step away from him. The music was returned quickly with a new song after an apology, but Gwen was making her way over to the bar. He waited behind, once more ignoring the tugs on his sleeves.

Gwen ordered another whiskey, pleased that the bartender brought her another Green Spot, despite that his bottle was coming close to empty. She sat down and drank it slowly, trying to get a grasp on reality, though the alcohol wasn't helping with that. Intimacy with the most powerful CEO? Was she just falling for his petty tricks? Or was he genuinely falling for her like she was for him? Nothin' about you is typical, nothin' about you is predictable. You got me all twisted and confused. (It's so you).

She watched him saunter across the room, lips pressed to her glass of whiskey as he made his way up beside her. He leaned his elbows against the bar counter, declining another drink. Sliding another few dollars over to the bartender, he waited to see if she'd talk to him. Up 'til now, I thought I knew love. Nothin' to lose and it's damaged 'cause- Pattern to fall as quick as I do. When she declined making the first move, he nodded his head.

"Would you like to leave?" he whispered.

But now…

Gwen finished off her drink, the world tugging at her, though she kept her feet on the ground. She nodded to him and took his arm, defenselessly trailing beside him. Her fingers drummed on his hand, which seemed to calm her as they stepped outside where the silence was the most welcoming force in the entire world. Bridges are burnin', Baby, I'm learnin' a new way of thinking now. She rested her head on his shoulder while he called for his limo, which was parked just around the corner.

She tumbled inside, laughing a little when she threw her legs on Seto's lap. He slowly unzipped her shoes and slid them off her feet, tossing them over onto the other seat. She wiggled her toes with a giggle until she saw him shift. He sat up, pulling her legs apart before lowering himself over her. Head tilted back, she welcomed the warmth of his body over hers as he propped himself up with his elbows on either side of her. Love, I can see, nothing will be just like it was.

"You're crazy, you know?"

She reached a hand up, playfully pushing his hair from his beautiful blue eyes, "I prefer to say that I know how to have fun."

"I don't plan on admitting to having had 'fun'."

Is that because-?

She giggled at his smirk, the one that made his eyes heavy with seduction. Her hands unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, tugging it out from where it was tucked into his jeans. When she ran her fingers over his abdomen, she saw his features contort momentarily before he grabbed the bottom of her tube-top and yanked it off her. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, breathing deeply while he soaked in the radiance of her.

Flushing with color, she welcomed his warm hands that slid over her stomach. Baby, you're so unusual. His face leaned closer to hers, lips ghosting over hers, but again he was interrupted.

The car brakes slammed and they were thrown over onto the floor of the limo. Gwen snatched her top, fumbling to put it back on while Seto leaned over into the front seat. She shook her head a few times while her mind screamed at her for the way she was acting. When he sat back down, he grabbed his shirt and threw it on, not bothering to button it while he opened the car door. His stupid driver nearly drove past the house…

Seto stepped out onto the driveway, offering his hand to Gwen, which she always accepted. Walking inside his mansion house, she was surprised when he began to wander up the stairway. She was inclined to wander with him, curiosity getting the better of her. Didn't anyone tell you you're s'posed to break my heart, I expect you to- Feet carrying her to that fourth room on the right, she found herself with eyes wide as he pushed the door open.

"Wait, I don't think that's a good idea-!"

So why haven't you?

"Do you really expect me to take advantage of you?" He gave a hollow laugh, pulling her closer to himself, "It's been a late night and we've both had a couple drinks."

She walked her fingers across his chest, "Who said it wouldn't be consensual?" Maybe you're not even human 'cause only an angel could be so unusual.

"I think you need a bit more time before I push you to your limits." He took her hand and kissed her palm, "Remember…I'm ruthless in business and pleasure."

She laughed when he winked at her. Gee, he hardly drank more than she did, but he was certainly way more amusing. Sweet surprise I could get used to- Twirling away from him, she collapsed onto his bed, burying herself under the comforter and stealing two of his pillows. She giggled when he slid in beside her, propping his head up with his hand while he mused on the way her hair tumbled over her shoulder. Shrugging, he decided that words weren't necessary and sleep was the most important thing at the moment.

Unusual you…

alright, i think i'm just continually making Niall's life a living hell. Not a happy camper tomorrow? I'll let you all think on that... I promise i won't keep beating on him!

Hmmm... you all can think about Seto and Gwen's night. I'd like to know what everyone's thoughts are since I didn't exactly think about a desired effect that i wanted from those reading this...haha

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-TSA