Thank you for the reviews! I keep chipping away at the other fic. Is anybody holding off on Seto's Silver Ace and such to read these sequentially? Just trying to plan accordingly. If you have read all of my JemXSeto fics, especially if you read them a while ago, I'll go ahead and mention if you ever go back and reread them, I change them around periodically to make them better (like if you read the first long enough ago that there was a date, go back and tell me what you think).

~Seto's POV~

"Mr. Kaiba, there's a man down here. His name is Avery and he says he has something for you that he needs to personally deliver. He says it will only take a minute. What would you like me to do?" my receptionist asked.

I narrowed my eyes, unsure of what was going on. But I knew who Avery was. "Send him up," I directed and returned to my work.

A couple of minutes later a man hurried busily through my door, still thoughtful enough to close it behind him. "Good afternoon. How are you?" he asked.

I overlooked this. "What did Jem send?" I asked.

He nodded his head. "You must be him." He scurried across and handed me an envelope. "I don't know what this is, but Jemmie asked me to run this over to you. I brought her to the doctor today. I feel terrible, I didn't even notice she was feeling unwell until afterward. So I need to be hurrying back to her. Farewell!" And he turned a left.

I watched him leave, then looked at the envelope. It was sealed, and on the front was simply "Seto" in her print. I turned it over and opened it, and it all made sense. It was the printed out overview of her visit today, with a note from her on it saying, I decided to go ahead with the precautions. I hope this is the proof you needed. I sat back, studying the paper. This had caught me a bit off-guard.

I wasn't necessarily upset, this did hint toward something else, but I couldn't gloat about it. Perhaps if Avery had said nothing about her feeling unwell I would have.

I leaned forward, feeding the paper into the shredder. She had prepared for me, and I was the only one who needed to know about it. Now back to work.

~Jem's POV~

I rolled over at the sound of my door. I heard someone come in, and Avery always knocked. There he was, in his white suit.

"Seto?" I asked. Quietly he closed the door behind him. "Did Avery let you in?" I would have expected Avery to check with me first, especially knowing I wasn't feeling my best though I hoped he hadn't figured out why. So either Seto bullied Avery into seeing me or Avery was more of a romantic than I thought.

I sat up, though not fully. Seto pocketed his hands. "Avery said you're not feeling well," he stated.

"Not my best, but nothing that I wasn't warned about, and it's only getting better." I tilted my head. "Is that why you're here?"

Seto took a few gradual steps towards me, but he didn't answer me. "Would it hurt if I touched you?"

I smiled at this, flipping my book open to the bed and lying down again. "Not at all," I invited. "Just be gentle."

He sat next to me on my bed, his hands starting to softly creep up my abdomen. It felt nice.

I had made the decision to go ahead with the measures he hinted at. I didn't know when it would happen, or when I would be ready or feeling up to it, but I had come to the realization that things would go that way. I liked him, and I could finally feel myself really warming up to him. He was safe, and he had done everything right. Rude, yes, but harmful, not at all.

I saw such an animosity towards everyone around him, but not toward me. It was only too easy for him to throw insults, but he had never given me one. It wasn't morals that lured me to him. Yes, the brilliance, looks, drive, etc. drew me to him, but it was the safety and the connection that I couldn't refuse. He didn't want me to do anything for him. He didn't need me to. He just wanted me to have.

I reached up and took his tie, pulling him down to kiss me. When he pulled back, he hovered. "Will you lay with me?" I asked softly.

With this he pulled away, taking off his jacket as he walked to the other side of my bed. He tossed it aside as I moved my book out of his way.

He wasn't even fully settled when I pushed myself to his chest. His arms folded around me. I felt him slip his fingers under the hem of my shirt, his hand resting on my back. I allowed it this time. This seemed to be a test as he slowly evaded more fabric. But he knew. He knew full well that he had earned it, and Seto didn't hesitate to take the things he earned. And it wasn't scary, it felt nice.

~Seto's POV~

I ran a hand up over her side, her curves never getting old.

"Mm," she hummed blissfully. Jem cuddled closer to me, her head and hand on my chest. I turned my head, purposefully letting it come to rest atop of hers and closed my eyes. I admired her scent, the softness of her hair. I knew I had to take all I wanted of her while I had her. I didn't know when my schedule would allow for more.

I opened my eyes, unhappy with the thought. The KaibaLand theme parks were coming along, which I was happy about. I still had yet to think of a unique grand opening. Perhaps I would have if it weren't for her. She clouded my thoughts. I wasn't fond of this, but after so much time I knew she would anyway. I liked it better when I had her. And there was something about her, something about touching her, that calmed me.

I ran my hand back down, keeping her against me, when her phone rang.

"Ugh," she complained, then added, "Not now, Jude."

She tried to let it ring through, but it irritated her too much. Quickly, she sat up, rolling to the edge of the bed. She leaned over, searching through her bag to find it. But she simply silenced it, leaving it on the edge of the bed to return to me.

A moment later, it buzzed. She sighed, then I felt her tap my chest. "I just want to check," she said before she sat up. She reached, clearly aggravated, then opened the text. "Dammit," she muttered to herself. She turned to me, "Sorry, he says it's important."

Up until this point I hadn't really minded, my focus still on her. I hadn't thought anything would come of it, but I was not happy with her buffoon of a brother for interrupting my time with her. He had plenty of time when I wasn't with her that he could call her.

I kept a hand on her back, taking the time to study her long, platinum hair with her turned away from me.

"Hi, Jude. What is it?" she began. "I really don't care that you're in Miami...Oh Jude, Jesus, I am not your one phone call again," she proclaimed, annoyed. I narrowed my eyes, now even more upset with Jude for using her and still stealing my time. I wanted so badly to separate her from them, to just keep her with me. I would be better for her than all of them. Regrettably, I knew Jude would never stray from her life. Though for a moment I thought of updating her phone to recognize when mine was near it and silence or reject all calls and messages.

She sighed. "How much is it this time?...Jeez, that's a lot more than usual, Jude, what the hell did you do?...Jude?" Her face twisted. "Who the hell are you?...Wait, he's been accused of WHAT?!" she roared. My eyes shot up to her, never hearing her like this before. I felt the muscles in her back tense as she straightened up. She turned her head to the side and I saw her mouth open in shock and disgust. "Jude Cecil, I cannot believe this," she spat, then she added cynically, "No, no you know what? I can. Oh, shut up, 'detective'. Jude, take me off speakerphone, you know I hate talking to new people. Detective, get the hell out of the room. My brother is not answering any more questions without a lawyer. I'm waiting." I had never seen her so feisty before. It only made me like her more. If she had that in her, her submission to me was even more valuable.

"Ok, go ahead, tell me the only details I need to know, nothing more. Do you even know her?...If she was too far gone then the law says she was unable to consent...I believe you when you say you were more fucked up than her, but that doesn't matter. People are biased when it comes to this issue...It doesn't matter how I know any of that... It's bad enough that you've even been accused of this..." she continued, annoyed. "Wait, Declan said he thinks she knows who your dad is?- Don't correct me on that!... So the accusation is false, this is a fucking money issue? It damn well better be, Jude." Jem rolled her eyes. "I don't know what to believe right now, Jude. I don't think you're a bad person, but I can't say I'm surprised something like this happened."

She raised her eyebrows. "Me? What do you want me to do about it?...Wha- no I'm not going to Miami," she interrupted herself. I looked up to her, feeling myself now grasp the ends of her hair. It was too long for her to notice. I did not like the idea of her going away, especially if she was going into such a situation. "It would never work. I look too much like you and there's no way they'd believe I'm local...Because I'm pure white..." With this reminder, I ran a hand over the soft pale skin I was so fond of. "She wouldn't talk to me, and I certainly don't want to talk to her. Make Effie do it, she'll blend right in. In fact, she's probably done something like this before, except for attention, not money."

She sighed and bowed her head again. "What do I suggest?" she paused, then huffed, preparing herself for what came next. "Honestly, as much as I hate to say it, I think you should ask Max for help on this one...Yes, Max, our father-" She was cut off, then shook her head forcefully. "I would love to always be there to help you out, Jude, but my kind of smart isn't the kind you need. I can look into legal technicalities, but this really comes down to appealing to other people. I don't know how to do that."

Another pause. "He has a special crew to clean up messes...Don't ask me how I know. Just when you call, don't tell him I told you to- In fact, tell him I told you that you were on your own and you need to learn a lesson or something. He'll eat up the opportunity to make himself look like the good guy, but if he knows I want this for you, he'll use it as leverage against me...Trust me, he will...Yeah, call me back later after you talk to him," she turned to look at me over her shoulder, "but not within at least the next hour unless it's an absolute emergency...Yeah," she sighed, "love you too, bye."

She dropped the phone once she was done, letting it fall to the bed, then covered her face and briefly buried herself in her knees.

"Are you done now?" I asked disdainfully.

She sat up and, finally, turned back to me. "I hope so. I'm sorry, Seto," she said, clearly distressed. She laid back, searching the ceiling for answers. "Why can't Jude be a sweet, awesome kid-brother like Mokuba?"

I skipped my comment on how it wasn't her fault she had an idiot for a brother, but I still told her, "I don't like to have to wait."

Her bright eyes flickered back to me. Her focus was again consumed with what it should have been all along: me. "What is it that you were waiting for, exactly?" she asked playfully. It was damn cute, and that was the first time 'cute' even slightly appealed to me.

I placed my hand on the small of her back, and she naturally fell to rest again, tucked under my arm with her head on my shoulder. I caught her chin, eager to kiss her again and make her forget about all else aside from me. When I released her, she drew back slowly, opening her eyes before settling in again. In that moment I allowed not only her, but myself, to rest.

Next Chapter: Informed

Avery turned to me, a sudden hate in his eyes.