*all i can say now is: IRONY! right after i published the chapter about mokuba getting his back burned...ta-da. i go to my cabin and the entire back side of my body is scorched. i hate the sun right now. anyway, you can really see a difference in celeste after this... note the change from 'kaiba' to 'seto' in how she thinks of him. and i realize i've kept you all in suspense for 36 chapters... wow. i'm really sorry about that. ^-^" but oh well. you have your filthy sex scene now...! haha, enjoy! !*

Chapter 37 - - Things No One Needs To Know About

It took some persuasion and some well-placed massaging, but I managed to coax Kaiba out of the shower. I quickly dried myself with a towel, then was given only seconds to wrap myself in it before he scooped me up bridal-style and kicked the door open with his foot.

I quickly glanced down to make sure he at least had his towel tied around his waist, which he did. I was just afraid if Mokuba somehow saw us in such a compromising position, it would be less than pleasant trying to explain it.

He carried me to his room and set me on the middle of the bed, carefully peeling back the towel and gazing at my naked body.

"What?" I asked, self-conscious. His amazed stare was making me a little uncomfortable.

He chuckled and leaned over me, tossing his own towel to the floor. "You have no clue how distracting you are," he murmured.

I gasped as his mouth covered my breast, and he nipped lightly at the nipple. "Seto... are... are you...?"

He sat up, wordlesly reached under the pillow behind me, and pulled out a small foil packet.

"Oh."

His hands moved up and down my legs, creating heat both by friction and by the simple touch of his skin.

"Did you have this planned all along?" I asked quietly, reaching up to pull my fingers through his wet hair.

He shrugged. "It comes to me as I go." Grinning, he flipped me on top of him and playfully shook me. "Now, I would appreciate it if you'd stop delaying. I've been waiting for this."

I laughed. "Right." I lowered myself on top of him, gently outlining the muscles on his chest with my fingertip while his tongue explored my mouth, trying to force some kind of response from me. I strained to hold back my reaction - - just to get a rise out of him.

Cobalt blue flashed with frustration for a split second, then he put his hand between my legs and rubbed over my hot spot.

That did it. I moaned and moved my hips along his palm, urging him to go on.

Satisfied, he carefully, almost expertly, opened the packet with one hand and slid me slightly off him to slip it over his hardened length.

"Going to the main event, are we?" I teased breathlessly as he shifted our positions again, putting me beneath him. "No foreplay?"

He growled deep in his throat. "The past few months of seeing you in low-cut blouses and tight skirts are more than enough to count. Besides, we had the pool and the shower. Let me get on with this..." He looked me over again and shuddered. "...Please..."

Seto Kaiba just said 'please.' What crazy, fucked-up world had I entered? (And could I stay there forever...?)

I smiled and spread my legs, though my heart was pounding at a mile a minute in my chest.

"You've never done this before," he stated.

"Nope."

"So...you know...?"

"That it'll hurt. Yeah. Just...just do me already."

He looked at me in surprise. I don't think anyone had ever put it that plainly for him.

His gaze never broke from mine as his tip gently probed my entrance. Then there was a sudden discomfort, almost a ripping sensation, between my legs as my inner walls struggled to accomodate this new presence.

A choked gasp escaped me. Hot tears stung the corners of my eyes.

"You okay?" he asked softly, caressing my face.

I nodded. It was already fading, and I moved forward, to test the feeling. I felt heat building in my stomach.

He read my expression and saw that I was good to go, so he started slowly, allowing me to get used to his being there. With every thrust that met my inner heat, I let out a tiny moan. He put his hands on either side of me, supporting his weight while he picked up the pace steadily. His kisses blazed a trail of fire down my neck, halting at the hollow at the base of my throat. His tongue traced the shallow bowl, and my fingers instinctively tangled in his hair.

"Seto," I whispered.

"Yes?" he asked, his lips tickling the top of my right breast.

"You're a crazy bastard, did you know that?"

His eyes lifted to meet mine, and he grinned crookedly. "I think I've heard that one before. Then again..." His tongue flicked teasingly over the nipple. "...I've been called a lot of things. And you don't mind." His teeth tugged gently, then harder, and my back arched against him.

Suddenly, he wasn't going fast enough to satisfy me. I bucked my hips against him, trying to pick up the pace, to increase the pleasant pressure building within me.

He laughed into my skin and sped up, drilling me into the bed with each movement of his body. My moans turned into cries, louder with each second.

"S-seto... I think I... I'm..." I could barely get the words out.

"Go ahead," he said, and pressed down on me, nibbling on the junction of my neck and ear.

Just that small action was all it took. I tightened around his shaft, the heat overloading my senses, and made use of the proximity of his shoulder to muffle my newly-found scream of release.

I thought that maybe he'd let me rest after that, but he kept his previous tempo, or faster, even. It kept me on the edge, until he finally found the end of his sexual cliff - - my tongue forcing hungrily into his mouth - - and he came, rocking against me, his sweat dripping down onto me.

We detangled ourselves, and I felt abruptly empty with the loss of his length. I settled for having him rest his head in my lap while I lounged back on the pillows.

A lazy, groggy feeling overcame me, and I smoothed his hair back on his head, almost petting him.

"Done for the night?" he asked, sounding drowsy himself.

"Yup," I said, twirling a damp chestnut lock around my little finger. "That, uh... that was fun."

He rolled slightly to see my face. His was amused. "Good. I could go into detail on how that was for me... but I won't." He closed his eyes contentedly and kissed my thigh.

I smirked. "Um...Kaiba?"

"Hmm?"

"I think I'm just gonna call you Seto from now on... Is that okay?"

His eyes opened, and he smiled, looking almost awed. "That's fine...Celeste."

And so, newly-dubbed Seto and I fell asleep like that, his head cradled against my legs and my hand on his neck.

XXX

I awoke to bright sunlight that poured in through the window that Kaiba - - Seto, I corrected myself - - had left open last night. It was already ungodly hot outside, and the thin sheen of sweat that coated me left me feeling sticky and uncomfortable. When my eyes opened, I was resting on the pillows, and Seto's head was on my stomach. He was peacefully asleep, and his slow, even breaths fanned across my skin in warm puffs. Once I shifted my arms, his breathing changed, and he lifted his head to smile at me - - and yes, I do mean smile.

"Morning," he said, his voice thick with sleep.

"G'morning," I murmured groggily.

He planted the lightest of kisses on my belly-button and asked, "Tired?"

I waited a few seconds before nodding. "A little. And really hot."

He chuckled. "In which way?"

I rolled my eyes. "Temperature-wise." (Though the little circles he was drawing on my inner thigh weren't helping matters.) "Does it have to be so damn hot?"

"It's Florida. So yes."

I groaned and streched my legs, which had become numb and tingly beneath his weight. "I feel like I need another shower." Responding to a devious glint that entered his eyes, I added, "Alone, this time."

He shrugged and sat up, sliding back on the bed and coming to rest beside me. His hands found my waist and pulled me close against his side, only amplifying the heat I felt inside and outside my body.

"I'm glad I could spend the night with you, Celeste," he whispered. His eyes glittered in the sunlight, creamy yellow flaring on cobalt blue for a few seconds before both colors disappeared and hebrought me in for an easy, smooth kiss.

His tongue teased mine, slipping under my lower lip and then past my teeth, and I didn't try to fight him; I knew he was the one in charge...for now. I carefully crawled atop him, straddling his waist with my legs to stay balanced. A ghost of a touch of his hand on my breast sent a chill through my entire body, but this wasn't enough. I needed more.

I grabbed his hands, intending to forcefully press them to my chest, when the floorboards squeaked, the door creaked, and Seto froze.

I took my mouth from his and turned slowly.

Mokuba stood in the doorway, his mouth hanging open and his eyes growing wider and wider every second.

I felt my heart jolt. "M-mokuba," I stammered. "This, um... it's, uh..."

"This isn't what it looks like," Seto said, finishing my lame explanation for me.

Yeah, this wasn't me about to get it on with my boss - - AGAIN - - while I wasn't sitting on top of him and his hands weren't positioned right over my boobs. And we weren't both completely naked. Real believable.

I didn't know what to expect of Mokuba, but it took me by surprise when he threw his head back and hands in the air.

"FINALLY!" he cried, with a quick eye-roll before he turned and exited, yet again proclaiming his success.

I turned to Seto and smiled, quickly kissing him before climbing unsteadily out of the bed. "We should get going."

"Right," he muttered, searching for a pair of pants. Taking into consideration the fact that none of my clothes were in here, he tossed me the tight black turtleneck he wore under that ridiculous white coat he had.

While he pulled on a pair of plain blue pants, I slid the turtleneck on. It was a bit too long, covering me down to the buttocks where it would normally cover Seto to the waist, and was extremely tight in the chest. I don't think he minded, though. His arms encircled me, and his temple rested against mine.

"See you at breakfast?" he breathed into my ear.

I drank in the smell of his cologne, shivering at the memories from last night that would doubtlessly be ingrained in my memory for eternity. "Yep. Till then."

He took hold of my shoulders and spun to face him, so he could feather one last delicate kiss on my lips. I nearly crashed into a wall on my way out of the room.

Once I reached my own, flawlessly made bed, I collapsed atop it, rolled to my back, and sighed dreamily. I never wanted to leave.