Broken Velvet 28
They had been caught up in the moment when Kaiba's phone rang. He sighed, knowing that he was announcing the finals of his tournament in a few hours. Gently, he nudged Kisara off his lap and walked to his closet to dress. He pulled on his leather pants, and grabbed the black knee high boots with the straps. Tugging a black turtleneck over his head he approached the dresser and searched for socks,
"Are those leather pants?" she asked, still wrapped up in his coat. Padding over to the coffee table, he slid on his boots and zipped them, tightening the straps around his calves. He loved the way the leather fit and felt.
"Yes, I'm not going to the office today I can dress how I want," he remarked. He picked up his belt from the chair and looped it through his pants, tightening it around his slim hips. From the pockets of the pants he grabbed the bands he always fitted around his biceps. Kaiba wrapped the inch thick straps around his arms, while Kisara watched curiously. She'd seem him in this outfit before, but she'd never watched him put it on, it was enchanting her in a way she couldn't explain. "I need my jacket," he stated, hinting for her to give it to him. She wrinkled her nose and tried to think of something.
"I'll give it to you for a kiss or half of your company," she teased, sticking out her tongue and fondling the jacket. He smirked at her negotiation and tapped his foot. She certainly had grown on him in the last several months, and now their relationship was approaching normal.
"Now you know I'll only give you one of those things," he taunted back with a grin.
"The kiss?" she questioned with excitement. He decided that he was going to tease her back. He liked her wit, though he'd never admit it.
"No, half the company. I'm too coldhearted to kiss you," he snarked. She giggled. Leaning down he kissed her forehead while he pulled the jacket off.
"No, a real kiss," she whined. Grabbing his cheeks she gave him a passionate kiss that made the young man blush. Pulling back, it took him a moment to regain his bearings before he slid on his coat and checked himself vainly in the mirror. "Don't stay out too late," she pleaded. Feeling naked without his coat she went to the closet and pulled out his purple duster and put it on. It fit her comically, slouching on her narrow shoulders and the sleeves covered her hands up to the knuckle. Seto wrinkled his brow at her appearance. She looked like a little girl playing in Daddy's clothes.
"That's way to big for you, I have a blue coat in there that will fit you better," he remarked. She pushed the sleeves of the duster upward and wrapped it around her, hugging it like a security blanket. She shook her head and sat back down on the velvet sofa.
"I've never seen you wear it," she answered, tucking her feet underneath her comfortably.
"I've outgrown it, that's why. If it's too small for me, it should fit you better than my duster. Come on, look at you, you're swimming in it," he stated turning around and leaning against the dresser. She shrugged lightly and wrinkled her nose. Kisara liked the purple duster and didn't want to switch. It smelled like him, a rich almost pine like scent that she couldn't entirely decipher, it reminded her of the woods, and autumn.
"I like this one," she chirped. Seto scoffed and sighed, before turning around, slipping the ring she had bought him on his finger. He didn't know what had gotten her into wearing his clothes, it baffled him, because he certainly wasn't going to start wearing her clothes, so why was she wearing his? A sweet, fruity aroma wafted in his senses. With a quizzical frown he tried to discover the source of the smell he associated with Kisara. Lifting up the lapel of his jacket he took a sniff, and realized that the jacket now smelled like her. He sighed heavily, now he smelled like a girl, a fruity girl at that, and he knew that the duster would smell the same by the end of the day. Not having time to wash the jacket before he left he sprayed it with some peppermint oil to dissolve her scent.
"You know, I don't like going into work smelling like strawberries, it's distracting," he remarked, slipping the jacket on again. Now, the smell of peppermint hung heavily in the air, overpowering the smell left on the garment. Kisara bit her lip impishly, and beamed a wide grin at her lover.
"But I thought you liked strawberries," she offered defensively. He shook his head as he straightened the cowlick on the back of his head.
"No, I like when you smell like strawberries, not when I do," he clarified. He shoved his wallet and his keys in his pants pockets before grabbing his cell phone off the coffee table without bothering to check it. He'd return calls in the limo on the way to the stadium.
"Well be prepared for all your coats to smell like me," she teased, rubbing the long purple sleeves over her face playfully. He smirked at her, and crossed his arms over his chest ready to walk out the door for a day at the Tactic Rivalry finals.
"Well if that's the case it sounds like you don't need clothes anymore you might as well donate them to charity," he taunted back. She stuck her tongue out at him while he grabbed his silver briefcase that held his duel disk and deck.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she questioned in a sultry tone. He walked to the door, holding the knob in his hand he turned to her to have his final remark.
"A bit too much I'm afraid." With that he walked out and closed the door with a mischievous grin.
He returned early that night, just after seven he walked through the front door briefcase in hand. After wandering to the kitchen for a sandwich he climbed the stairs to his room, his feet heavy with exhaustion. Automatically he opened and shut the door before tossing his briefcase to the coffee table carelessly. Looking up his jaw dropped. Kisara was still wearing his purple duster, but that was all she was wearing, and she was sprawled out in one of the velvet chairs, showing off the lean curve of her legs. He was momentarily speechless, caught entirely off guard by her behavior. She greeted him warmly, but he was too distracted to hear it. Finally he approached her, picking her up from the chair while she squealed and giggled with delight. Roughly, he laid her down on the bed and pulled his duster off of her, tossing it aside blindly.
He didn't know how she was able to seduce him like she had. Women had tried it with him in the past but it never worked. There was something different about her, something that went deeper than sex. She had worked her way into his heart at his most vulnerable moments, bonding them in a way he never felt. Her love and affection had stabilized him and kept him from going over the edge. She had subjected herself to months of his cold hearted words in an effort to warm him and now, in the bedroom she held the upper hand.
"You really know how to excite me, don't you?" he breathed into her ear as he pulled off his white coat. Eagerly, Kisara unstrapped the bands on his arms and helped him pull off his turtleneck, ruffling his rich brown hair. Pants and boots were next, tossed in a heap on the floor in a fit of passion.
"You were the one that had to wear leather pants this morning," she retorted in a glee filled whisper. Seto responded by biting her ear playfully, causing her to squeal with delight. His chest was pressed against hers sensually, while his hands roamed and explored her milky skin. Aching with desire, he nudged her legs apart and claimed her while his lips fondled her neck, nipping her skin hungrily. Her legs wrapped around his slim hips, eagerly while she begged for more, spurring a deeper intensity between the two. Her soft moans sent chills down his spine and inflated his already oversized ego. Kaiba's hands felt electric against her skin as he found all of her sensitive spots. His pace sped up, sending her to her climax before him. Her nails dug into his biceps, leaving short bloody trails against his pale skin, sending him over the edge with a blissful curse.
Rolling to his back he investigated her scratches, wiping away the beading blood with a tissue. She was too caught up in her ecstatic euphoria to notice the injury she had inflicted. Tossing the kleenex in the wastebasket he settled back on the bed, enjoying the afterglow of their intercourse. Then she looked over at him with wide blue eyes.
"I love you," she whispered. Dread and terror pooled in the pit of the man's stomach. Why did she have to say those words? He knew he wasn't ready to take things that far. Her words went unrequited, but she had expected it. She knew he wasn't ready, but wanted to push him in the right direction and three terrifying words was all it would take.
A/N: Thank you thank thank you to my reviewers Dev, Jademy and Commander Hanji, you guys rock and your reviews always make me smile. Also, this was written to celebrate Jade's final exam, so congrats! And you can thank commander hanji for the smut. We have two chapters left and i'm currently outlining them. We're almost to the end here folks.
ROF: Why do you continue to read something you don't like?
Moving on, I plan on touching on Mahado and Isis one last time before the end of this story. I was also thinking of shaking things up by doing the next chapter in a first person perspective, but I don't want to break up the flow of the story, so I guess we'll see what I manage to do. Much love to my fans, Read and review and I'll see you at the end of the next chapter
Also: I wrote a DukeXKisara story entitled Breaking the Silence, it's a really AU, OOC story but if any of you dig that pairing, go check it out.
