A Random Seto/Anzu Intimacy
by Cooking Spray
Actually just a little something I wrote for the fun of it while I was testing the waters in preparation for Across the Aquarium. Intense... Reminds me of a soap opera *LOL*
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He stepped into the hall, a tall, slender masculine figure in Anzu's path. She held her position with harsh intensity, a rare emotion. Fire blazed in her eyes and her breath was raspy and strained, yet strongly she stood still.
Seto gazed down upon her, his face a void of emotion. "Why?" he stated clearly.
"You don't deserve what they say.... and I know it. I won't... let them do it. I know it's not true........ and so do you. Consider it......... a favor. Nothing more." She spoke with a fierce determination, something she had not exerted before. Her heart raced with anticipation. But the anticipation of what?
It happened so quickly she couldn't properly react. He jerked her towards him, and their lips meshed together, his willing her deeper. She closed her eyes and gasped a little, not thinking. Everything was so fast, like a stockcar through Vegas. It felt exciting and dangerous. Somehow something was accomplished, known without being spoken, a transference of information through the first bind of their mouths.
They moved deeper into the room, his fingers grappling her back. She expelled her breath, and he felt it, warm and sweet against the corner of lips. Then they met again, mouth to mouth, skin on skin, and let the emotion take control.
She pulled away first, gasping heavily. He leaned against the bed, also short of breath. The sat there for a moment in recompose, letting the tense exhilaration settle into regularity as they thought of nothing.
"Change into something. In my mother's closet," he said heavily, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Her blue eyes were illuminated in the dark room only by the moonlight that shown through the curtains. She hastily grabbed a pink silk nightgown and began discarding her uniform, slipping her body into it, and found a matching lace cover-up and also jerked that over her shoulders.
He snapped the door open, in blue silk pajamas with the top completely unbuttoned. The resumed their kiss, but the fierce passion faded away and became gentle. She looked into the blues of his eyes and saw uncertainty, and smiled beautifully, stroking the side of his face and whispering in his ear, "Keep me warm."
And they slid into the bed, the same bed in which both Seto and Mokuba had been conceived. And he did keep her warm, her head against his bare chest and their fingers interwoven until they were almost in unity. And they drifted off into eternal peace.
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