He hands his car to the valet and takes a private elevator up to the top floor of the second tallest building in Domino. The host takes us to a two-person table in a somewhat secluded part of this super fancy restaurant, off the main dinning room but still right next to glass. The minimalist steel and glass design shows off the view from up here, even the floor is steel. I can't help myself but stare at Domino City. It is just awe inspiring to look at the city this way, and slightly dizzying. I didn't get to when I was in Seto's office because of, whatever that was. I bet it is better by the night, but on a clear warm day like today, its still really good. I unstick my eyes from the vista before me, and turn to the table for two with a red rose on a steel and glass table. The chairs sit at right angles to each other, with one parallel to the glass and the other facing the glass. Seto pulls the chair facing the glass out for me, so I can still enamor at the view. Chivalry isn't dead, I see. Seto quickly takes a seat to my right.
The waiter speaks up before I can thank Seto. The waiters is a unremarkable 35 year guy in a black and white tux, besides his facial hair. That looks like those 1900's stereotypical villains.
"May I get you some drinks?" he asks.
"Coke" "Iced Coffee" The waiter leaves us in peace. We're back in public, I guess I should pretend to be attracted to Seto. Pretending isn't really that hard, he isn't some smelly, fat, greasy haired, cheetos fingered guy. He has great personal hygiene, besides maybe the fact that his breath always smells like coffee, if anything a little too thin, hair perfect and I don't think he even likes cheetos, but he's still male the last time I checked his school records.
"Much appreciated Seto. But you know," I get out of my chair, and take a seat on Seto's lap. My legs and back laying the armrests. "I would be perfectly happy to eat my lunch like this." I curl his hair around my index finger, I avert his gaze and coyly smile. Half of me expecting him to stop me from embarrassing first myself, and second him. In response to my ultra cliché gesture, he has his own.
His arms go around my waist and pull me a little closer. My heart quickens out of embarrassment, I guess pay back is a dish best served cold. Then his fingers lift my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. There is a mischief in his eyes, and then it hits me. It's the same look that he gave me at the tournament, the same exact look. A look that gives him away immediately, he's having fun pretending to date me. Then he seals the deal, his soft lip meet mine. And I just let myself relax and enjoy the feeling. He starts out with a few very light kisses, just testing the waters I see. They just make me want more. His lips taste good. His kisses start to get rougher but very slowly, now I know he just wants to tease me. Isn't he supposed me grateful to me? My arms go around his neck, I am very well aware of his arm on my waist, the other hand sliding into my hair. Then his tongue licks my bottom lips, just what I wanted. It explores my mouth, while my hands explores his soft hair. I will admit he's amazing, how many girlfriends has he hated before me? I really hate when couples do half this in restaurants, but neither of us want to admit that what we're being on inappropriate side.
We get pulled out of our make out session by the waiter placing our drinks on the table. I hop off Seto and get comfortable in my seat; I really hope that Seto leaves a rather large tip.
"You two need a few minutes, I assume." I nod, and he leaves. I glance over at Seto with a smirk. Seto tries to seem unaffected by what just happened, but by the look in his eyes I can tell that he finds the situation funny. And I bet new. I've never read anything that said "Seto Kaiba caught showing excessive affection to girlfriend". Obviously I saw Mai and him kiss before, but they never didn't anything past a peck. Without a word about it though, I pick up my menu. First I have to find the most expensive thing on menu, a lobster dish with caviar and truffles. I'm all for forcing Seto to pay absurd amounts of money on unnecessary things, but I really do want something to eat right now. And then I see, classy Mac and Cheese, with a French name to it. Fromage du, who cares. Second, god damn is it expensive here, 85 dollars for that lobster dish. That used to be most of my food money for the month.
"Well, you filled your promise of romantic Mac and Cheese. I commend you." I put down my menu, after deciding on a sausage and pasta dish.
"You commend me for that, but you don't for technology leaps? Strange, I guess I know where your priorities lie." Why did I just have a hunch that Seto would bring that up again? As much as those roses were pretty cool.
"I'll admit I did like your rose bushes, happy?" He puts his menu down as well.
"Yes, as I said before you're opinion is the most important." Why did he just spend so much time trying to get my praise, doesn't he get enough at work? Or in any tech magazine known to man? My approval means nothing in vast scheme of things, I'm nobody. The waiter came and took our orders. I just point at the menu item, while Seto actually orders an appetizer and main course.
"So, the deep question of the day is what shark are you going to get?" I ask, bring up the conversation from monday.
"I'm thinking great white. I think it fits my personally rather well." What else?
"Of course, I couldn't agree more. I hear that they taste the best fermented as well, have a nice punch to them."
"Really? I don't know if I care for the punch in my shark, I prefer a nice smooth and subtle beginning with a nice robust flavor at the end to really round it out." Are we talking about shark or wine? Does it really matter?
"Oh, then I've heard a tiger shark has a smoother flavor, so you might want to explore your options a little more. But the great white I hear will make anyone happy. Whatever you decide, promise me one thing." He takes a sip of his coffee, and I see his the corners of his mouth twitch with a smile trying to keep in character of a serious CEO. For the most part no one should be able to overhear us, the only other patrons are an old couple, and a few professionals that can see us but not hear us. Also we get our appetizer, some shrimp dish.
"I can't say I can promise it without knowing what it is, I am a man of my word." he says matter-of-factly, taking a shrimp off of the plate. I grab one as well, yum!
"No trying to blow it up with a fire extinguisher and a hand gun, jaws-sque. It doesn't work, the Mythbusters have already prove it wrong." He takes a sip of his coffee and another shrimp. I eat a few more.
"You see I can't promise that. Since I find that the carbon dioxide of the fire extinguisher adds a nice flavor to my meal, the metallic taste just makes the meal. It also tenderizes the meat which knocks off some of the chewiness." He finishes up the appetizer and a few seconds later the waiter grabs the plate. Metallic taste, that is never a good flavor in a meal. Both of us are trying to act serious, both are us are failing at not smiling just as much.
"Really? Hm, for some reason I'm not really shocked. The fact that you like the taste of metal seems to fit somehow. I don't really know why."
"If I had my way, I would have everything taste like sheet metal. I mean, the rumors that I'm secretly a robot are true. So you must understand why I like the taste and can't keep that promise." Can I quote him on that?
"I accept you for you are and believe in human-android love. Most people just don't understand us, but I understand why you can't keep that promise." I actually see a white tooth at that comment, win.
We get our food, his steak and my pasta dish. Both of us go silent while we eat. He carefully cuts his streak with a knife and fork with the utmost manners and class. His smiles seemed natural, like he barely notices they happened, just the dopamine running through his veins. It starts to feel a little like a game to get him to smile, maybe laugh at my attempts at humour. Every time I see a chemically white tooth, an upturned lip, serotonin and dopamine course through my veins. Its little like a drug, I want my next hit. But unlike drugs, this one doesn't have a tolerance build up. Every smile felt just as powerful as the last.
Then he reaches and stabs a few pastas from my plate, without permission, and eats them like nothing happened. I give him a playful glare and steal the his slice of steak he just cut for himself, right from the middle. The mostly rare, barely not mooing with a slightly vinegary and small bit of spice piece of steak goes down without much chewing because of how tender it is. He looks a little hurt and disappointed that I stole...the best part of his steak. Oops.
"Sorry, I'll make it up to you tonight." I say, trying to sound actually guilty and trying to get him to forgive me. His eyes soften at my faux-apology. Fapolgy? Really doesn't work as a portmanteau. He puts down his silverware, and his hands fall and he leans toward me.
"Why wait?" What is that supposed to mean? I am not having his hands nor my hands get anywhere near anyone's penis, I refuse. I swallow the remnants of the steak I stole.
"A kiss will be sufficient, what did you think I meant?" He asks. I think, under any other context, this would be flirting. I smirk, pay back is best served hot.
"You'll see tonight, I would have done it either way."
Before he can respond, I lean in to meet his lips. I close my eyes. He's stiff from slight shock, but quickly his lips soften and he kisses me back, but still lets me take the lead. They still taste slightly of meat. I open my lips slightly and lick the rest of the juice off his lips. It tastes better than off the plate, but the minuet taste of coffee might have helped. I want pay back for last time. His lip open. So I tease him a little by closing my lips and slightly sucking his bottom lip. I breath through my nose, an aroma smelling strongly of his steak, a delightful bouquet of meat, vinegar and spice mixed with something else I can't pinpoint waft in. I might have to steal even more if it smells this amazing, I can just feel my mouth watering. I carcass the bottom lip again with my tongue, just like before he offers, but this time I take it. I explore, he explores the other's mouth. It tastes even stronger of coffee and steak, and it takes effort to keep my saliva production under control; his lips and tongue taste so good. He quickens the kiss. Nope, that wasn't in the plan. You just violated the unspoken rules of this kiss. I quickly break the kiss and go back to my meal. Out of the corner of my eye, he recoils without complaint and seems impressed in someway. We finish up the meal pretty quickly, without anymore stolen food or kisses. Without waiting for the check, he lays two hundreds. Oh boy flowers!
So yes Seto did leave a pretty big tip.