More smut, and I'm not sorry. Though we do meet Flynn's father today, who's based loosely off a viner I've been following for a while called Stuggy. Points if you spot them in there. Everyone gets inspiration somewhere.
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"Alright, so. Anything with Red tape needs to be inspected before it can go anywhere. Maybe valuable, maybe sentimental, maybe fragile, point is the box needs to be opened before it can be handed over." Said the woman as she swung up the rolling door to the pod. Kaiba let out a puff of air.
"That's a lot of red tape."
Flynn giggled as she pulled out her phone. "Daddy decided to take Tito and Ryou out for lunch. The pod left from the tarmac, so it got a head start. The boys got caught in rush hour. They're going to wait it out at a restaurant near the airport. Please text Roland to eat something too. My father's uncertain what to do with your suit."
The brunet chuckled and pulled out his phone to text his Head of Security.
Jumping in, they started sorting things into piles for different rooms.
"This one is… books. Study?" Asked the blue eyed man, pocketing the knife she'd supplied him with to get open the boxes.
"Yes. Well- What language are they in? Are they in English?" She asked as she dropped a box for her room.
"Yes."
"Then yes, the Study. I had a few books I sent back to my Father during the dig, I'd meant to look into those more, but I suppose I'll find them eventually."
The brunet dropped the box alongside the others and watched as the woman lifted a pry bar from where it was strapped to the side of the container next to a twin wheel dolly. There were several large crates that had been sealed with the stamp of Customs, meaning they were searched, or at least looked into.
"Alright! First up!" She lifted the edge of the crate before prying it up and setting it aside to go digging into the straw inside.
"We have… a Ming vase from Beijing, oh that's nice, thank you, Customs." She muttered, pulling out a large jagged piece of the vase in question.
"That's what insurance is for." He told her.
"Isn't that the truth? Alright, up and in, Flynny." She muttered to herself before lifting herself to the edge and dropping her top half in to dig.
"Good news! They didn't find my cocaine!" Said the woman as Kaiba grabbed her legs. He chuckled and shoved her the rest of the way in, causing her to squeal and laugh as she dropped into the hay.
"Ah yes, good idea love, this is much easier." She offered up a statue of Osiris, Anubis, and Isis.
"There were more of these… wonder if he packed them apart?" She muttered. "Those go into my Study. Those shelves will be absolutely full if I have anything to do with it."
Kaiba deposited the statues into a box with a bit of room, and spied the car pulling in.
"Your father's here." He told her as he returned.
"Wonderful, I'll just ask him when he makes his way in, shall I?"
The sound of Tito giggling madly as he ran for the house had a smile on Flynn's lips as she looked up. "Oi! Where are you off too? I'm in here!"
"Papa said your Posh!" Said the boy with a toothy grin and a point before darting inside, Ryou giving a smile and a wave as he moved to follow.
"I beg your pardon? Who are you calling Posh you tit?" Barked Flynn.
"Just look at this place!" Called a new voice, English, male, and humored.
A man with gray hair to his ears, streaked in dark strands came to study the boxes. He had a trimmed beard, and wore a sweater vest and blazer, with a leather satchel in one hand. The poster child of an English Professor, his tone dripped false pretentiousness as he looked up.
"This is unacceptable, this place is an absolute wreck. Where is your maid?"
"Packing my go-luf clubs in the yag-uar." Droned Flynn.
"Jokes on you, they don't let women play golf unless they're playing the 19th hole." Said the man, causing Flynn's lips to spread into a wide smile.
"Come here you tosser." The man smiled and set his bag down beside the boxes to step inside the pod and embrace his daughter.
"Oh, lovely to see you Daddy, take the trip alright? No fuss?" She asked into his shoulders.
"Well, some at customs, you know how they are." Said the man, pulling back to look around, and catching sight of their company.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Hello."
"Daddy, this is Seto Kaiba, Seto, this is my father, Professor Micheal Howards, University of London."
The Professor offered his hand and Kaiba shook it. "Good to meet you." He told her father.
"And you! Good to put a name to the face, she's been talking about you for weeks." The older man gave a smile before it flashed into a grin as his daughter silently sank into the crate, her face a bright red.
Kaiba gave a smirk to the woman and leaned to look in. "You find those statues?"
"No." She flicked a bit of hay at him as he smirked.
"Daddy, did you pack the Egyptian statues apart?"
Mike raised his brows. "No dear, everything should be together for the most part. At least it was when it left London."
"Customs have shuffled my affairs around again. And they broke my vase! Look!" She popped up with her broken vase and showed him.
"Yes, well, perhaps 600 years is just too much time for a piece of pottery to be around."
"How absolutely selfish. You wanna take a look around? The pod just got here a bit ago, we're still sorting."
Her father shifted his jacket. "I'd love to freshen up with a cuppa. You have a kettle yet?"
"Just inside. Find anything you need, we'll keep working."
"No no no, come show me. This isn't going anywhere. Leave your boy to unpack it." Flynn sputtered a laugh and climbed from the crate.
"That's how it is now? I buy a nice house and suddenly I'm some Posh Toff?" She held a hand out and her father took it immediately to help her down.
"Is that not how it is?"
She chuckled and looked to the brunet. "Come on love, seems the codger wants a tour."
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"I quite like this." Said Mike from the balcony of the Master. Flynn smiled at her father.
"Nice right? I'm rather pleased with it. I'm covering the pool. It makes me nervous."
"There's a spot there to do a bit of gardening." Said the man with a point.
"Gardening? Yeah right! I'll pay some peasant to cut the grass for me!" Said Flynn, tone dripping in entitlement.
"Manual Labor? The very thought!" Gasped Mike, and they laughed. They laughed the same, Kaiba noticed. She also had his nose and ears. Their eyes were different colors though. His were a grey hazel, shifting with the light. She must have her mother's eyes.
Kaiba stepped out from the closet, drying his hands on his pants. "The furniture truck will be here soon."
Flynn looked at her watch. "Shit, you're right. Where's the time gone? Find you a room Daddy, Tito's is across the hall, everything else is fair game." She pressed a kiss to his cheek and trotted to the brunet, snagging his hand. "Come on lovely, we'll get through a few more boxes while we wait."
Kaiba curled his fingers in hers. They were calloused, he realized. From tools on her dig. He enjoyed them.
"Do I get to pick out a room?" He teased her.
She giggled and slowed just shy of the door. "No darling, I'm afraid yours is already spoken for. You'll have to share with the lady of the house."
Kaiba chuckled, and tugged her in for an embrace. Her touch was like a drug, he always wanted more.
"I trust she'll be accommodating."
"Well of course, you might even get a home cooked meal here."
"I always have a home cooked meal." He told her with a smirk.
"A non-chef made meal." She corrected, draping her arms around his shoulders.
"Can I kiss the cook?"
She smirked. "You kiss your cook?"
"That wasn't the question."
She laughed. "Yes, well you're mine now, you can't kiss your cook anymore, I'm sorry darling. Just me."
That sounded nice. His lips found hers. Just hers. He would accept no one else, and nothing less.
There was the sound of small feet on hardwood, followed by Tito's voice crying out.
"Ewww! You're smoochin'!" Flynn pulled back and found the child at the base of the stairway with Ryou and Flynn's father at the top.
"I wanted to know what real posh tasted like. You know he's got 15 rooms in his house?" Said Flynn with a giggle.
"What's he taste like Darling? Caviar?" Asked Mike as he started down the stairs.
"No… like a fine Bordeaux." Said Flynn, giving the brunet a smile that looked delicious. The brunet chuckled and gave her one back, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Dry and unpleasant?"
She gasped. "No love! Bordeaux is full of flavor and very rich in taste. It takes a savant to appreciate it. Perhaps you're just not posh enough."
He chuckled. "You'll teach me?"
"Sure darling! First lesson is very simple. Anything and everyone is below you, and if they work for you, they're called Jeeves, and they should be addressed in a scolding bellow. For example," She pointed to her father.
"Jeeves! Stop your meandering and go put on a kettle!"
Mike rolled his eyes, his face settling into that of a lackluster state of servitude.
"Yes, Mistress. Shall I flake your gold bars for the top? Or will milk suffice?"
"Well I didn't say make peasant's tea, did I?" She looked back to her lover. "Got it?"
"I think I got it." He told her, pulling them apart, and turning her to face the door.
"Jeeves! Fetch the furniture and move it upstairs. I expect that entire truck unloaded by dinner."
"By myself, sire?" Droned Flynn, her tone low and bored, but she had a grin on her face at his gentle pushing.
"Perhaps if I grow bored of watching your struggle, I'll allow assistance."
Flynn laughed and allowed herself to be pushed for the door, the CEO behind. "You're a natural darling."
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"Please. More." She whimpered into the still creased sheets of her new bed, the frame sitting in pieces around them. Professor Howards had made them all dinner, then as Ryou and Tito returned home, the older man had retired to sleep off his day, leaving the couple to assemble Flynn's bed behind a locked door.
They hadn't made it far.
Her front was flattened against the tossed bed, knees on the floor, her leggings tugged down to expose her beautiful backside. His jeans were shoved down out of the way, his cock buried in her heat. His hands on her hips as he drove himself into her. He let out a low sigh, trying to stifle his moans. She felt so good.
"Please Seto, more- please I'm-" His hands moved to her back and he leaned down on her, pressing himself deep and feeling his eyes flutter. He was going to drill his seed into her. Bury it inside. He loved it. Marking her, scenting her. She was his.
Her cries turned squeaking, and she clutched the sheets in her fists. "I want you to feel me for days." He growled in her ear. He stayed inside, but his hips rolled him into the back of her channel, he could feel the give to her womb.
"I want you sore. Aching. Loving every second." He panted. He wasn't much of a talker, but it was working, he could feel her body tensing, waiting, at the edge. "I want you to scream my name when you come. I know you will. I'm so close." The last had more whine in it then he cared to admit, but he didn't care. He leaned back and slammed himself into her, pounding her into the fresh mattress.
She moaned, threw herself back into his thrusts. His hands parted her cheeks to watch himself vanish into her wet depths, his balls smacking obscenely against her. A soft little pucker flexed above her opening, and his gaze lingered on it. It looked good too. Everything about her looked good. Looked tasty. Never before had a woman made him so selfish and selfless at the same time. He wondered what that little pucker would look like stretched around him. He brushed it with his thumb. It clenched and she shuddered.
"Fuck! Do it. Do it. Please. Fuck I'll cum. I'll cum so hard." She rambled.
Kaiba felt like someone had marched into his office and had signed their entire company over to KC. He hissed hard through his teeth as his thumb teased the small star before allowing the digit to sink in.
"Oh-oh fuck. Yes! Yes! Yes-" She buried her face into the mattress and moaned, her body locking down tight around him, forcing him harder. He was going to cum. Her ass clenched around his thumb, and her body twitched on his cock. He grunted, buried himself deep, and felt a flood of bliss as his release hit.
When his vision cleared, he had his face buried into the back of her neck, his arms had wrapped around her middle, still buried inside. He never wanted to leave.
"If we're gonna have a snuggle darling, we could at least use this bed."
He pressed soft kisses up her back before removing himself and dropping to the mattress. She hummed and followed, yanking off her leggings before tugging on his shirt. "Can I help you with your clothes, love?"
Kaiba groaned, and stretched his arms up for her to pull it off. The way things were looking, he'd be taking another personal day tomorrow. Mokuba would forgive him. Besides, he took off to Aspen for 2 weeks. He could cover Seto's few days. She tugged on his jeans and boxers and he shifted, leaning a hand to grab his phone from the back pocket. He texted his brother, and received an immediate response.
"Now listen, if I have to take it, it's mine." Scolded Flynn, tugging off her tank top and sports bra.
"I was telling Mokuba I won't be home tonight, or at the office tomorrow. He's getting suspicious." The brunet chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, already war torn by her touch.
"At what? Socializing?" She asked with a giggle as she yanked a quilt out from under one of the pieces of frame.
"Yes, actually. He said it's 'out of character'. He thinks I'm cooking up a new project." Said the brunet as he held an arm out in summons.
"Well… he's not wrong." Said the woman with a snort before pausing half way on the bed. "Bugger, where's mine?" She whistled, a low triplicate. A light blinked across the room by the door and she moved over to collect it.
"You think you're a project?" Asked the brunet with a smirk as he aimed his phone and snapped a shot just as she bent over. She turned and shot him a shocked expression. He peeled the blanket back and propped his arm up behind his head.
"I'm sorry, did you want yours first?" He asked her.
Her grin turned wolfish. "You're a peach darling, I ever tell you? You spoil me rotten." She returned the favor, and ogled the picture a long moment before humming and locking the device. A smug smile on her face. "That's dishy."
She returned to him with kisses up his stomach. Causing him to let out a hum as she found a nipple.
"And you appear hungry again." She released the flesh and pressed a kiss to his neck before finding his lips and settling into his side, urging his arm to drop around her.
"I can't help it darling. It's been some time I've enjoyed anyone as much as I've enjoyed you."
"I was thinking something similar." Kaiba tossed his phone, he'd charge it in the morning at the dock in the kitchen.
"Well sure, great minds and all." She nuzzled into his neck.
"So I have a question." They both spoke at once and her head popped up so they could exchange humored smiles.
"Go ahead." He told her, losing his nerve.
"Don't take this the wrong way.. but… just how straight are you?" She gave him a raised brow and a narrowed stare.
He chuckled. "Compared to what? You? I stick a thumb in your ass and you think I'm not straight?"
"Alright, so I'll rephrase." She said smartly. "Are you strictly heterosexual?"
"I'm not straight." He replied. "I like people, what they have between their legs is less important."
"Always nice to find another rampant bisexual." That drew a raised brow and an interested smirk at her from the brunet.
"You like women?"
"I've had women. Not my choice cut, but a rubber cock can feel just as good as a real one." She looked up and smirked. "Had to throw Bakura off my trail somehow. I have needs too, you know."
The brunet smirked. "I'm aware."
She leaned up to give him a teasing smile. "That's the face of a man with a threesome in mind."
"Perhaps… but probably not how you're thinking."
Her smile turned wide and interested. "You like men? Well I mean you just said that...oooh." A toothy grin broke her face. "That's dishy, isn't it? The mind wonders…"
His brow rose. "Do you like that I like men?"
"It's a tasty thought, one that makes me curious what I'm doing here." She replied.
"It's not cut and dry. They catch my eye more, yes. But I've had a few women, but until you my experiences with them weren't pleasant. You met Rei." He told her.
"That's fair…" She cocked her head at him. "So why me?"
"You stuck with me… plus I mean you were stalking me anyway." He said, lips curling in humor.
She giggled and yawned. "So… what's your question?"
"Would you ever consider…" The hand on her back ran down and delved between her cheeks, brushing the pucker with one finger.
She hummed and squirmed her body closer. "Sure Darling, you do it right, I certainly wouldn't mind."
She laughed. "You've been with a man, you have the idea."
Kaiba snorted, but it shifted into a laugh as he rolled over her, draping her body with his as he peppered her neck with kisses. "You're perfect… you know that?"
She laughed too, stroking his hair. "Yes, well you expect nothing less."
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