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10-10-2-Do-Me

Chapter 36

New Phone Number

Kaiba rolled up the partition and reached for a familiar bottle sitting in ice. He opened the top and filled two tumblers, handing one to Isis.

Isis, who was staring out the window at the bright lights of the Strip, turned to Kaiba to find him handing her an amber liquid. She looked at the bottle it came from and felt that warm feeling return. "Seto... How thoughtful..." The very whiskey that brought them together was now present for their first official date. Isis held up her glass.

Kaiba snorted at her wanting to toast, but clinked his glass against hers, knocking the beverage back. Isis did as well, and he refilled them.

"Are you sentimental Seto?"

"No."

"Yet you provide the very beverage we drank when we first met."

"Technically, that wasn't when we first met."

Isis rolled her eyes good naturedly, "I suppose you're not wrong."

"I rarely am." Kaiba gave a small shrug, "It was a practical choice."

"In what way?"

"I was asked what alcohol should be provided for limo service. We both seemed to tolerate the whiskey."

Isis gave him a doubtful smile. "But of course."

"Believe what you want." He took a swig of his drink and listened to her chuckle.

Isis focused her attention back out the window, enjoying the eccentricities of the Strip. They passed three magicians, two superheroes in full dress, and quite a few showgirls taking group photos with tourists.

Kaiba couldn't help but find her behavior cute. Her appreciation for things he never thought twice about, offered him a new perspective. But speaking of perspectives, with Isis' attention on the local fanfare, he couldn't help but zone in on their transportation. The back had double seating that faced one another, it comfortably seating four passengers. The leather seating was white, and the side bars were a glassy black with colorful lights matching to the ones in the ceiling.

Kaiba's silence seemed to change from comfortable to disgruntled. "Is something wrong?" Isis found Kaiba eying their transportation in a not so satisfactory way.

Kaiba already had a disdain for most American made cars (he'd gotten into countless arguments with Joey about it), but for his staff to put him in Chrysler like he wouldn't notice was insulting. "It's a matter for my staff." His hand rested on the partition button, debating questioning his driver on how this happened.

"I'd still like to know."

Kaiba removed his hand and crossed his arms. Best not to do it in front of Isis. "This is an American made limo."

"..." Isis wondered just how quick the whiskey hit Kaiba for him to make such an obvious statement. "Is that an issue?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because they know better."

The tone was that of a scorned toddler. She bit her bottom lip to hide a giggle.

Kaiba addressed Isis from the corners of his eyes, "You find this funny?"

"Yes Seto, I do. I find your classism comical."

"I'm not being classist."

"Yet you're upset over riding in a luxury brand American made car, while here in America."

Kaiba's frown deepened. He didn't appreciate Isis not siding with him about such a flaw in his team's system. "Are you suddenly American?"

"When in Rome, as they say." Isis casually sipped her drink. "For now, I am."

"I'll have to change that." Kaiba clenched his teeth. That was not meant to be said out loud considering the strong implications. He looked straight ahead, drinking from his glass.

Isis felt something tickle in her tummy creating a smile. She stared down into her beverage, lacking the courage to comment on what he said. Kaiba was considering her being outside of the States? That was with him...right? Was this sometime soon? Her heart started racing and her palms felt sweaty. She drank the rest of her second glass, hoping the expensive liquor would calm her nerves. However, the loud buzzing of Kaiba's smart-phone almost had her jumping out of her seat.

Kaiba slid his phone out of his pocket and glared at the screen. "Nani?" He firmly answered.

Isis set her glass in a nearby cupholder and wondered why Kaiba found it important to answer his phone during their date. She couldn't hear what the person on the phone was saying, but Kaiba did not look impressed. As quick as he answered, he hung up.

"Is everything OK?"

"It was my security detail. There's been an accident on the Strip." Kaiba looked down at his wristwatch. "It'll put us behind time for the second location." What was supposed to be a 15-20minute drive with typical traffic, would now be doubled in travel time.

"Will we still have time to go?" Isis had no clue what Kaiba planned next, but she knew she wanted a chance to do it.

"Yes. They're still securing the location despite the delay." Kaiba rolled down the partition to find the driver enjoying heavily remixed top 40 pop hits.

Isis giggled at how cutely the driver snapped his fingers off-beat.

Kaiba refused to comment on how impressed he was by the noise cancelling in the American made vehicle. He stared in the rear-view mirror until the man noticed him. The driver embarrassedly turned the music down.

"Y-yes sir?"

Isis wondered why the man sounded so nervous. Maybe he was just flustered after being caught dancing.

"I've been updated on the situation."

"G-great sir!" The man even saluted. "If I find an alternate route, permission to take it?"

"Fine." Kaiba rolled the dividing wall back up.

Isis gave Kaiba a curious look from the exchange.

"I have a rule that drivers aren't allowed to lower the partition. I make it a point to alert them once I've gotten updates on any changes."

"Are they usually nervous like that when you do lower the partition?"

"Yes."

"Why would that be?"

"They know I don't like delays."

Isis stared at Kaiba.

"What?"

Isis couldn't imagine living such a calibrated lifestyle. "Are your days planned out by the minute?"

"The short answer is yes." Kaiba gave a bitter smile, "You don't run the number one gaming company in the world by wasting time."

"How were you able to step away and come here?"

"There was no 'how' – I just did it." Kaiba reached for the whiskey and filled his glass. He motioned to Isis', and she shook her head. He set the bottle back in ice.

"Will there be repercussions?"

"Most likely." Kaiba knocked back his next glass and stared out the window at the unmoving traffic.

Isis thought over his words, wishing she understood exactly what he meant. She didn't know much about Yami, but since he was his co-CEO, she just couldn't see him being mean about Kaiba taking some time away. Maybe there was another factor at play? She licked her lips, tasting the whiskey on them. His disposition felt different now. She watched him drink his fourth glass and wondered if he was incapable of hangovers. They were already potential candidates for the dreaded 'champagne hangover.' But unlike in Japan, Isis would be abiding by her drinking limits. No more alcohol for her, especially since the whiskey was now sliding into that confident wrinkle of her brain. It had her replaying those showgirls up and down the Strip.

Now was not the time to brood but Kaiba couldn't help it. Usually, alcohol helped his ever-running brain to slow down, but his time in Nevada had already fixed that. The lack of sobriety just made it hard to multitask his now calm mind. One thing alone was popping into his thoughts: this was the first time in years he'd stepped away from his corporate duties for himself. Not for Yami, not for Mokuba, not for his acquaintances, but strictly for himself. Knowing there was the potential for backlash, infuriated him. He should be able to come and go as he pleased, and not just for business needs. If anyone had something to say about this trek to the States, and he did mean anyone, he would give them more than what they bargained for.

"Seto?"

Kaiba turned his head and squared in on Isis fiddling with the knobs by her seat.

"Should we listen to music?"

He grunted in response leaving it up for Isis' interpretation.

Isis turned the volume down before clicking through the different radio stations. She settled on dark sensual instrumental.

Kaiba set his glass on the bar and was prepared to talk trash about Isis' taste in music. When he turned to her, she was taking her shoes off. "What are you doing?"

"You don't like delays, right? Then let's pencil something in."

Isis hit a few buttons. The lighting of the back area was now only the colorful lights changing with the flow of the music. Because the song was slow and sensual, the color patterns followed suit.

Isis made her way to the extra seating and sat across from Kaiba. She stared directly at him and asked, "What would you like me to do Chairman?"

Kaiba inhaled loudly through his nose. "Uhh..." Why didn't she ask him two drinks ago when he could still focus?

Isis took it upon herself to get things started. "Would you like to watch me dance?" She slinked off the seat and crawled over to Kaiba. She spread his knees and slinked her body through them, pressing her breasts into his chest. Her warm whiskey breath fanned across his top lip, "Or would you rather I dance on you?"

"On me," was the instant raspy reply. He reached out to touch her when Isis swatted the hand away.

"No touching, those are the rules here on the Strip."

Kaiba gripped onto the seat as Isis slinked back down to the floor. He watched her sit on her knees and run her hands up the inside of his legs, out over his thighs.

"But I can touch you, right?"

"Yes..." And damn did Kaiba want to be touched.

Isis' hands ran back down his legs and tickled across his ankles. She pulled her dress up, giving her legs more clearance as she suggestively posed on the floor. She put her back to him and he watched as her hips rolled erotically. She leaned forward on her hands with her bottom now high in the air. His jaw dropped when each ass cheek bounced on its own, followed by jiggling together.

"Fuck..." Kaiba imagined her doing such feats while he was… Now he was rock hard.

Isis crawled over and wriggled herself into his lap, straddling him on her knees. She pressed her breasts into Kaiba's face and jiggled them, giggling at the absurdity of her actions.

Kaiba noticed something that he didn't remember from before. "Are you wearing a bra?"

"No." Isis could hear the questioning in his tone and knew exactly what he was talking about. She pulled her top-down revealing a tiny silver hoop through each nipple.

Kaiba stared in great interest. Bare breasts were in his face, and they were pierced. He would have noticed this before, right?

"I forgot to put my jewelry in last time..." Isis had been so nervous about the duel; she'd taken out her barbells with the intention of putting in hoops. She thought maybe Kaiba wouldn't like them, but he'd yet to stop staring. "Sorry, there's no side of crème brûlée…"

"How about you just continue?" Kaiba grouched as his face flushed in both embarrassment and arousal.

Isis wobbled them bare in his face, "You are the boss."

And boy was he loving being the boss.

She pulled her top back up before balancing on her hands and knees, turning around so her back was to Kaiba. She put the full weight of her ass onto Kaiba's lap and really got to work. She rolled her hips in a figure-8 and gently scratched against his thighs. She could feel him throbbing under her bottom.

Kaiba bit his lip and dug his fingers into the leather of the seat. He watched her arch her back, resting the back of her head on his shoulder. The length of her body slinked from his chest to his crotch. The new position increased the pressure to his groin, and he groaned deep when she ground down into his lap. "Fuck..."

"Does that feel good?" Isis whispered by his ear. "You're so hard..." She reached down between her legs and grabbed Kaiba through his slacks. "Should I make you come in your pants again?"

Kaiba couldn't even respond, just moan when she squeezed him deliciously through the fabric. "I'd rather come inside you."

"I bet you would..." Isis grabbed one of Kaiba's hands gripping the seat. "Give me your hand..."

Kaiba allowed Isis to guide said hand up her dress. "Notice anything?"

Kaiba gulped. There were no panties under there.

"I thought I'd save us both the trouble this time."

"Tell me I can touch you."

Isis spun around in his lap and straddled him, hands on his shoulders. "Touch me Seto."

Kaiba pressed his lips hungrily to hers, already running his tongue along her lower lip. He reached under her dress with both hands and grabbed her ass, squeezing those bare cheeks in his palms. His middle finger slinked down between her thighs and damn she was already wet.

"Your reactions turned me on," she moaned as his finger stroked against her wet lips.

"How do you feel about getting bent over in a limo?" Kaiba lifted her dress so he could hear the satisfying smack from slapping her ass.

"I usually don't allow such romps in American made vehicles," Isis gave him another squeeze through his pants. "But for you, I'll lower my standards."

Kaiba chuckled deep in his chest as he pulled her in for another searing kiss. He was debating which way to flip Isis in the back of the limo when his phone started buzzing.

"Oh!" Isis giggled as the vibration tickled against her thigh.

Kaiba dug his phone out and glared at the screen. He took in a deep breath and resisted throwing the smart-phone out the window. Kaiba hit the green circle and didn't even have the patience to mutter a word, only grumble angrily into the receiver.

Isis could hear the man on the other end speak hurriedly in Japanese before Kaiba put his phone away. She ran a hand through his hair, "What is it?"

"Make yourself decent." Kaiba followed his own advice by adjusting his clothes after Isis climbed off him.

Isis didn't feel slighted by his words, more confused by the pause in their fun. She started putting her shoes back on. "What's happening?" She felt the limo suddenly shift to the shoulder of the road and the sound of the hazards blinking clicked throughout the back.

Shortly after the door opened revealing the driver, "This way sir and err, ma'am!"

Isis scooted out followed by Kaiba.

"What is this alternate trans—" All words left Kaiba's mouth when he spotted what his security team called him about.

Isis looked between Kaiba and the notorious Las Vegas pedicab. A man in a suit was sitting on the bike portion of the modern-day passenger car.

"Sir, the team found that if you take the rickshaw, you'll get to your second destination much sooner than waiting in traffic." The driver was terrified and for good reason.

Kaiba had yet to speak but the look on his face said it all: rage. First, they put him in an American made vehicle (he still wasn't over it) and he overlooked that. But they interrupted him getting lucky in the back of a limo, to put him on a pedicab?! He was debating who he was going to fire first. That was until he heard an overjoyed giggle followed by someone grabbing his hand.

"A cycle rickshaw? Seto how fun!" Isis grasped his hand tighter and led them in the direction of it. "I've only been able to ride in one once. Duke and Malik said they're too touristy."

The limo driver helped Isis in and immediately got out of Kaiba's way as he got in beside her. "Enjoy the rest of your evening sir!" He rushed back to the limo after receiving a death glare.

The security detail chosen to pedal the pedicab was an excellent choice. Isis felt like the man had legs of steel with how fast he was weaving in and out of traffic. She noticed other couples and groups had also chosen pedicabs due to the traffic. She turned to Kaiba to find him glaring at the back of their new chauffer's head. If he had something against a Chrysler, she could only imagine what he had against their less than glitzy new ride.

"Seto…"

Kaiba turned his head in Isis' direction. She was looking down at the purse in her lap.

"I know you hate this…" Isis tilted her head up and gave Kaiba an utterly hypnotizing gaze. "Allow me to take on the burden of being your chosen imported glamor this evening."

Kaiba felt a hot rush of blood shoot up his neck and settle into his ears. Isis was flirting with him in front of his security. "…" He had no clue what to say, feeling utterly unprepared.

"Seto, you seem distracted." Isis could see just how bashful Kaiba felt from her advances. "Is something wrong?" She placed a hand on his leg.

Kaiba visibly gulped. This security worker was nobody in the grand scheme of things, but the idea of him seeing Kaiba in such an intimate way was killing him.

Isis wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or their new third party, but those were the only changed variables. Was she overstepping? She couldn't deny she felt oddly romantic riding a pedibike through loud and bright Las Vegas. Was this not ripped out of a Sin City fairytale? She wanted to be close to Kaiba. "Should we share a kiss under the lights?" She joked hoping it would clear the air.

Kaiba wondered how bad it would hurt if he jumped out of the pedicab. It didn't seem to be going that fast but surely when he hit the concrete it would hurt, right? "Pass," was his tense reply.

Isis giggled and leaned into Kaiba, her hand still resting firmly on his leg. "Is this an acceptable substitution?"

Kaiba didn't respond but allowed it. Initially he was stiff with the closeness, but as the ride continued, his body started melting into Isis'. Not allowing himself to think too long about it, he draped his arm across the back of their seat and curved his hand to Isis' shoulder.

Isis felt Kaiba pull her in closer and she felt a dreamy sigh leave her lips.

Kaiba never knew something could smell pretty, but Isis' hair surely did. He wondered if he found the fragrance pretty just because it was attached to Isis. He looked down to find her contently watching the passing scenery. "Isis…"

"Hm?" She titled her head back, so they were looking into each other's eyes.

"Why does your hair smell like that?"

Isis found the question oddly worded, but she understood. "My shampoo…"

Kaiba stared at her for some time. Something about the way the passing lights were catching Isis' blue eyes.

"Do you not like it?"

"I'll kiss you…but I'm only doing it once."

Isis felt the sides of her mouth crinkle as they held back a smile. Kaiba's petulance knew no bounds. Instead of responding, she dramatically puckered her lips.

Kaiba snorted, "I'm not kissing you like that."

"Then I'll kiss you like this." With her lips still poked out, Isis leaned up and placed a sweet kiss to his lips.

Kaiba's whole face exploded in red, but he felt it was worth it by how much his body tingled post-kiss.

The security guard pulled out his phone and spoke swiftly in Japanese to whoever was on the other end. He made a left turn towards an outdoor mall. He easily bobbed and weaved past the crowds. They stopped at a barricade where more men in suits with sunglasses were posted.

One of the men came over and helped Isis out of the pedicab. Isis almost forgot the ride was not a part of the date or that they had a second location. As soon as she took in her surroundings, she knew exactly what was to come. She turned to Kaiba who was standing behind her, addressing one of the suits in Japanese.

Kaiba did his best to address his employee while Isis gave him googly eyes. He wrapped up the conversation when he felt a blush creeping up past his turtleneck. "Come on." He started walking past the barricade and Isis quickly took a place by his arm, locking their hands together.

"Why the barricade?" Isis noticed all the locals and tourists were just as curious by the closed off spot. Some had their phones out recording them and taking photos. She leaned in closer to Kaiba, not sure how to feel about the attention.

"I rented the place for the evening." Kaiba was surprised how he wasn't bent out of shape over the spectators recording and taking pictures of them. He thought back to brunch or even the older men in the casino curious of Isis. He liked strangers associating them together and while he had zero intentions of discussing his personal life with just anybody, he didn't care if people speculated.

"Mom, dad, that's Kaiba!" A small voice in the crowd shouted in awe.

Kaiba paused and zoned in on the small boy. He looked grade school age and had on a Capsule Monster's T-shirt. Not his favorite release but it did well for the demographic it was aimed at.

"Hi Kaiba!" The little boy enthusiastically waved.

Kaiba gave a small smile and waved back. "I like your shirt."

The little boy gawked at getting the man's attention and hid his face in his mother's stomach. She shyly smiled while the father recorded the whole interaction.

Isis felt something very biological warm in her stomach. "That was very kind of you to acknowledge him."

Kaiba shrugged and continued forward away from the crowds and noise.

It was very odd to be at such a popular tourist attraction with zero tourists present. Never once had Isis passed the famous High Roller Ferris wheel to find it silent and empty. Yet here she was being guided by Kaiba and his security right past the nonexistent line into the loading area.

The wheel's operator offered them a big smile and motioned to one of the white spheres that worked as the seating for the ride. Isis was the first one inside to find the familiar red wrap-around seating on either side of the orb. However, in front of the left side seating was a bar stocked with champagne, wine, and whiskey. She took a seat and watched Kaiba have a quick conversation with one of his guards before he too got on. The doors closed and soon the wheel started to rotate, bringing the couple high into the air.

Isis stood up and made her way to one of the 360 views. She watched in awe as they rose higher and higher, the view of Las Vegas' well lit city giving her a different vibe than what she could see from the restaurant.

"Did you know this was the biggest Ferris wheel in the world until they built the Ain Dubai in the United Arab Emirates?"

Kaiba hummed in acknowledgement. "Have you been here before?"

Isis awkwardly smiled. "…Yes…once…"

Kaiba could hear a story in her tone. "How was it?"

Isis heard Kaiba stand up and felt his presence extremely close behind her. She took a small step back and leaned into him. "I…have never told anyone this…"

Kaiba found Isis' eyes in the reflection of the window. She looked sad, maybe even a little embarrassed.

"Malik and I had a fight. It was…bad." She blew air through her nose, "So I left the house. I knew he would go looking for me after some time, so I parked further down the Strip and walked here. I rode the Ferris wheel for hours. It was the middle of the week, in the middle of the day, so barely anyone was here yet." She turned around giving Kaiba a sad smile, "When I got home, we resolved things but I'm ashamed I hid from him. I couldn't even enjoy the view."

Kaiba cleared his throat, "What was the fight over?"

"Our father."

Kaiba felt something almost come out of his mouth, but he was able to stop it.

"Thank you for bringing me here." Isis sweetly adjusted his lapels, "this place will now be associated with a good memory." She could tell that Kaiba's body language changed, and she felt bad for being so candid. "Are we really the only ones up here?"

"Yeah."

"How long can we ride?"

"As long as we want."

"Will we stop at the top?"

"Yes."

Isis ran out of things to say and turned back around, watching their ascent above Las Vegas. She hoped Kaiba wasn't annoyed with her for bringing up a less than great story. That's when she felt Kaiba's arm wrap around her middle section and pull her back into his chest, his hand settled on her stomach. The touch was sweet and unexpected, but very much appreciated.

Kaiba could tell Isis was uncomfortable. The last thing he needed was her overthinking the exchange. He wasn't sure what to say at the risk of exposing his own familial issues but holding her felt like the right move. When she leaned further into his touch, he felt validated in his choice.

The pair rode in silence as the wheel reached the top and came to a stop. They didn't speak for some time, enjoying the comfortable bubble they created, while taking in the wonderful view of the city. That silence was soon broken when a romantic classical melody reserved for fancy affairs came over the loudspeakers at the top of their ride.

Isis turned around, making sure to still be in Kaiba's embrace. "Classical music?"

Kaiba did not look amused. "I told them to play something appropriate, not archaic."

"Chryslers, pedicabs, and now classical music?" Isis made a 'tsk' sound. "My, my, what a dud of an evening."

Kaiba frowned. "You're not funny."

Isis giggled and placed her left hand on his shoulder, "Your arm is already around me, are we going to waltz?"

Kaiba watched her carefully as he splayed the fingers of his left hand, pressing them more firmly into her back. "Do you even know how to waltz?" He took his right hand and reached for her own.

Isis gladly settled it against his palm. "Should we do a Viennese or international? I have a feeling the American waltz is a no for you."

Kaiba almost smiled. "International." He pulled her in even closer. "Slow. Let's see if you're bluffing."

Isis adjusted her arms' positioning and changed the stance of her feet. "Yes, let's see who here is bluffing."

With a grace no one would expect from someone so tall and long limbed, Kaiba effortlessly led their waltz in a very clean and practiced way. His footing never slowed or hesitated, only moved to the next position with absolute perfection. Isis balanced how blown away she was by Kaiba's skills and executing her own knowledge on the timeless dance. Following Kaiba wasn't hard at all, and she held her back perfectly positioned for all dips and pauses. There they were, high above Las Vegas, dancing on the High Roller.

Kaiba didn't come across this knowledge by his own choice, it was yet another expectation thrown to him. Yet in this moment, he was grateful for the know-how. The way Isis watched him as he led the dance made his heart hammer. Was it the alcohol still? Was it the ambience? Kaiba wasn't a hopeless romantic…was he? Why was he enjoying this? While he had all these questions, he didn't see the point in answering any of them. It all felt too complicated to break down. His focus was only for Isis right now.

When the song transitioned to the next classical medley, they paused in the middle of the pod, bowing and curtseying appropriately.

Isis looked up at Kaiba seeing him in an entirely new way. Kaiba not only knew how to waltz, but he chose to waltz with her in what most would find an utterly absurd situation. He could waltz?! There were so many things she learned just in that night alone that grew her fascination for Kaiba. What else could she find out to wow her?

"You weren't lying." Kaiba was impressed.

"Neither were you." Isis smoothed the wrinkles in her dress caused by the dancing. "You lead very well."

"I know."

Isis chuckled and once more invaded Kaiba's personal space. "I will allow such a haughty reply if you continue to feed into my whimsical fantasies."

Kaiba once more wrapped an arm around Isis and pulled her in close. "What do you want me to do now?" They were nearly nose-to-nose.

"Kiss me."

Kaiba didn't waste any time fulfilling that desire.

What Isis thought was going to be a series of simple pecks, quickly spiraled into a lustful tongue twisting affair. She cooed from the back of her throat and gripped Kaiba's arm, needing some stability as he kissed her knees weak.

Kaiba pulled Isis impossibly close with both arms firmly locked around her. He felt her pull back and chased those lips, leaning forward to leave one more peck to those moist lips.

Isis felt the flush in her cheeks grow warmer and shyly looked down at his noticeably rising and falling chest. "My…" She played with one of his cuffs, "Um…Seto…"

"Isis…?"

"I…" She glanced up at his face and found him intensely watching her. Was Kaiba capable of looking at anything causally? Goodness. She shot her eyes back down to his chest. "I have a question…"

"What?" Why was she acting bashful? Kaiba felt he waited long enough (a whole five seconds) for a response, before he attempted to kiss Isis again. She turned her head, and he was met with her cheek. He made do and kissed down her cheek to her neck. He got to working sucking and biting on her pulse point.

"S-Seto!" Isis' breath hitched as she airily giggled. "I'm trying to ask you something."

"Ask." He worked his way over her shoulder and continued his assault of teeth and tongue.

"You may be already answering my question…"

Kaiba paused at the mischievous tilt to her tone. "The cameras are off…"

"Oh…?"

He took a step back and removed his suit jacket with purpose. "Where?"

Isis licked her lips. What she thought was one of his long-sleeved turtlenecks ended up being a turtleneck tank top. Kaiba's arms were completely exposed with his neck fully covered. Something about seeing those long-muscled arms and broad shoulders but not his neck was incredibly sexy to Isis. "You choose."

Kaiba's smirk deepened, and his stare intensified. "Are you sure?"

Isis nodded, "Yes."

His tone immediately dropped, "Against the window."

Her entire body caught on fire at the steamy request. Isis walked over to the closest viewing area and pressed her back into the window. She watched Kaiba stalk towards her.

"What if someone sees?" His breath tickled against her ear as he invaded her space, pressing his growing hardness into her leg.

Isis bit her lip in anticipation when she felt Kaiba's hands along her back. "Let them…"

Kaiba groaned in appreciation. He easily undid the ties on the back of her dress, allowing the top portion to drop from her shoulders and chest. Kaiba took his hands and cupped either breast in each hand. He gave them a gentle squeeze and leaned down flicking his tongue against her nipples.

Isis hissed at the attention and grabbed one his wrists, squeezing it as she tried to keep her bearings. "Don't make me wait…"

Kaiba halted all actions, "You're being…impatient?"

"Such a trait isn't only reserved for you." Isis gasped when Kaiba spun her around to face the window.

"Better?" He didn't wait for a response. Kaiba used his left hand to grip Isis' jaw, turning her face to meet his lips. His right hand was busy slinking under her dress, trailing along her damp thighs.

Liebesträume, S. 541: No. 3 in A-Flat Major by Giovanni Umberto Battel fluttered through the speakers providing an ill-timed refined audio ambience for such risky and racy actions.

Isis wrapped her arm around Kaiba's neck, holding him firmly in place for the continued sloppy tongue kisses. She could feel both his hands abandon her as he started the job of undoing his pants and sliding his underwear out of the way. Isis had strategically chosen their area for this to happen in. They were near one of the wrap-around benches. She placed her foot up on the corner of the seating and slowly pulled her dress up.

Kaiba hotly blew air through his nose at the slow reveal of nothing underneath. He'd already gotten a feel of it in the limo but seeing the absence of panties did something to him. He reached in his pocket and produced a condom. After it was securely in place, he firmly squeezing the globes of flesh that were Isis' ass. He spread them open and was met with a drizzling fluttering entrance, silently begging for him to fill it up. They both made a collective murmur when Kaiba finally slid himself fully into Isis.

Isis made sure her foot on the seating area was firmly in place. She was grateful she did because Kaiba's first thrust drove her into the window but didn't topple her over. She braced both hands against the window as the second and third thrust came.

"Mmm-fuck," Kaiba moaned as he watched himself disappear and reappear over and over. She was so wet he was nearly slipping out. The thrill of the location was clearly turning her on even further. "You want to be seen, don't you?"

"Yeah," was Isis' breathy reply. Her eyes fluttered shut as Kaiba found a rhythm, her back arching to accommodate even more of his girth. "G-give it to me," she stuttered out as she took another thrust.

"Maybe I should make you wait…" Kaiba drove his hips square into her bottom and ground deeply into her. He could see Isis shaking like a leaf.

"Unnh-Seto-mmm-!" Isis couldn't express how amazing that felt or how much worse it made her need to be thoroughly fucked.

But Kaiba knew – her body told him. Every time he thrusted forward the loud squelching told him everything he needed to know. "But why should I wait?" He paused to groan deep in his chest as he picked up the pace, "I want everyone to see me fucking you."

Isis heard an unnatural mewl leave her mouth. She could feel her neck flame with embarrassment and her stomach further warm in arousal.

"Ugh-fuck-I want them to see," Kaiba groaned as he reached for her neck, wrapping his hand around the front. He tightened his grip causing her back to further arch. "See how good I fuck you—aahhh shit—how good you take it—"

Isis closed her eyes tight and tried to keep the foreign noises in the best she could. She wasn't necessarily one for dirty talk, but something about Kaiba's words was driving her to a new place she'd never been. A place that made this tryst magnify in pleasure.

Kaiba was caught up in whatever he started at this point. "You look fucking perfect in that window." His hips were slapping furiously into Isis' and he was panting, his hands gripping her neck and hip hard. "Oh fuck—say it!" He growled from deep within his chest.

"S-say—ungh, yes please more—what?" Isis gasped when Kaiba pushed her flush into the wall, fucking her hard and deep.

Kaiba hotly panted in her ear, "You belong to me."

Isis' whole body shook at such an aggressive demand, and she loudly whined, her breath fogging against the window. A delicious kind of shame ran through her that she'd never felt before.

"Say it." Kaiba demanded as he fucked her harder into the window.

"I-I," Isis panted noisily as she tried to catch her breath. "I belong-ahh-to-you."

"Again." Kaiba smacked her firmly on the ass.

"I-yeah, take me-I belong to you!" Isis moaned out in one breath, breaking into a mewl as she reached under her dress, externally working herself to her end. "Seto I'm going to come—!"

"Aahh-fuck—say it again!" Kaiba felt a frenzy working up inside of himself.

"I belong to you!" Isis cried as her whole shook, her leg shaking clean off its position on the seat to the floor. She hollered out a mix between a whine and a sob as Kaiba thoroughly fucked her through her release. "Take me—fuck me—I belong to you!"

Kaiba shouted, slamming the hand that was around Isis' throat into the window. He held his hips flush to her bottom, griding into her. He furiously growled into her neck, "You fucking belong to me."

Kaiba stumbled back onto the nearby seating, pulling Isis with him onto his lap. He hung his head back, still trying to catch his breath. Sweat had accumulated on his forehead and the turtleneck portion of his tank top felt muggy.

Isis was shivering as she slid off Kaiba's lap to sit beside him. She shakily pulled her dress down and even though it took three tries, she was able to retie the top portion of her dress. She attempted to stand on unreliable legs, and they immediately gave out, seating her until further notice.

Kaiba found the strength to wobble onto his feet and headed towards the bar. He had a feeling Isis was trying to stand for the same items. He found a package of baby wipes and used them to remove his used condom. He tied it up and rolled it in the used wipe, throwing it away in the trash. He tossed the package over to Isis, who caught them with jittery arms. He gingerly tucked himself back in his underwear and pulled his pants up. He fastened his pants and closed his eyes. He was drained both literally and figuratively.

Isis was feeling the exact same way as she couldn't stop shaking as she cleaned herself up. A part of her wondered if the pack of wipes was planned by Kaiba or something most bartenders had on hand in Sin City. That thought vanished when she looked across the way to find Kaiba watching her in a way that made her nervous.

The brunet approached her taking the used wipes and package back. He threw them away and set the container back behind the bar. He got them both ice cold cups of water. The moment he handed Isis' cup to her; she greedily drank it down, even crunching on the ice. He followed suit. Kaiba leaned his head back again, eyes closed. He felt Isis' cool hand rub from his forehead down to his chin. It felt wonderful.

Silence.

Something just changed.

PLEASE READ:

I'm back my people! A lot of personal life getting in the way and unfortunately not in a good way. I hope everyone had an awesome Halloween and shout out to my fellow Scorpios (Kaiba too), it's our time!

With the recent changes in my personal life, I have a bit of free time coming up. I plan to use it working on this story. Right now, I need this space to create more than ever.

Japanese Words:

Nani – What (casual)

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lovereading92: We gotta call a spade a spade: Kaiba would totally say boobies because he's the true nerd. Hahaha. The unpredictable communication has been so much fun to write. Glad you're enjoying it.

Tay13: Kaiba losing himself in the moment is what I live for! Thank you so much for the kind compliment.

.585: Oh my gosh, yes, Windows on the World! I kinda remember that place. And let's face it: how can you take your eyes off Kaiba or Isis if you were sitting across from them?

jpikachu45: Consider this your sign that this story will be continued!

Zoelle: I hope you enjoyed the next portion of the date just as much!

jtdarkman: No way! Talk about things lining up. And I live for 'preteen horny brain' Kaiba. He's one of the most sincere people. Haha. I too have missed this story and working on it has made waaay more tolerable. Hope it continues to offer you the same.

Guest: Thank you so much for reviewing!

Serena Sempgo: Thank you so much, I appreciate the review.

Lace Kyoko: Kaiba saying boobies in art. Hahaha. Marik in stripper heels is definitely a win and we all know Bakura wants to be the little spoon. And I think we would all suck Kaiba's fingers in public. Hope you enjoyed the second location.

Angelic Reprobate: I laughed out loud at your review! Kaiba is our favorite dumbass around here. Hahaha. And putting an overthinker with a genuis really is a recipe for mental disaster. Mark is indeed amazing, couldn't agree more.

franfangfan: Oh my goodness yes! Another lover of Trustshipping comes out of the shadows and joins us in the glorious light. Welcome to shit show! Hahaha. Thank you so much for your kind words. This story has been very experimental for many reasons and I'm so grateful you're enjoying it.

Still stands: If I don't get one measly review, no new chapter, however if I do get one measly review, new chapter.

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Well I'm Out.