Embient: And do you ever! I read your 'Heart of The Soul'. It was
fantastic. Definitely recommended reading! (Everybody! Read 'Heart of The
Soul'!)
trefenwyd12: Yeah! I thought so too!!!! *grinz*
CrissyKitty: think I wrote you via email. Neway, yup, I learn mandarin, everything from pronounciation to sentence structure to writing the characters. My end of year paper is entirely in Chinese characters.
Yuki Tenshino: Haha. Ironically, I'm not much of a fan of the couple either. I prefer Joey/ Mai, but the Dance Battle episode was just too tempting *not* to write about. I mean, it was practically screaming 'slash me up!' *grinz* And it's been really fun doing so!
And Mystical Miyuki, maria, Lynderia, DustyFall, Dark Angel Bg: Thanks LOTS! *hug*
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IMPORTANT:
CHAPTER WARNING: Sorry to burst your bubble. This isn't a nice, fluffy love story. It's not a soft, sweet making out session in this chapter. It's the prelude to violent, desperate sex. Just foreplay, but still I guess it's rather graphic. Children, read on only if you dare. And don't say you haven't been warned.
Rated R-17
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For an instant, Tea froze, unable to breathe, unable to think even as Yami ravaged her greedily, his warm tongue licking at her pursed lips, teasing them open-but his efforts were in vain; she was in a daze, unable to react, helpless to do anything but feel him, a strong and powerful presence pressed up against her. Yami seemed to sense this, and delaying his conquest a little longer, he broke away from her mouth and proceeded to plant hot searing kisses, first along the side of her lips, moving along the curve of her jaw line, and drawing from her soft muffled groans of pleasure as she fought to resist her own growing arousal.
After what seemed like eternity to Tea, Yami moved on. With one last half- painful bite that left her left earlobe red and sore, he made his way downwards, slowly trailing across the sensitive stretch of her neck, bathing the porcelain white skin with burning wetness, and once again, Tea shut her eyes and groaned.
The choker seemed to distress him however, the thin band of red velvet stopping him in his tracks. Either that or it excited him further; Tea simply could not tell, for as soon as his lips met the flimsy material, he paused and glared at it, his face and stance accusing. How dare such a meagre thing get in his way, he seemed to be thinking. He growled, a deep low rumble from the back of his throat, and before she knew what was happening, he opened his mouth and sank his sharp teeth into her soft, tender skin.
The shock of it was enough to send Tea hurtling back into reality. Crying out just a little, she shoved him away with such strength as to send him sprawling into the opposite wall and heard a satisfying grunt of pain as his left shoulder rammed hard into the weathered bricks. She reached a hand up to her neck and tentatively felt around the unbearably sore spot. Her hand came away glistening with his saliva. She smelt it. There was a faint scent of blood where his teeth had punctured her skin.
She looked up and saw him leaning against the opposite wall, his right hand rubbing his bruised shoulder. He was panting hard, watching her, his lower back still leaned against the cool brick wall, but his legs were bent slightly apart, his posture forward-looking as he adopted a fighting stance.
He glared at her predatorily. For an instant, their eyes met and locked, and it seemed that time itself slowed to a pause. The whole world waited with bated breath. Tea felt herself tense. Not sound, nor leaf, nor a single breath of wind disturbed the frozen atmosphere. Everything was hushed and stilled, waiting and watching for his next move. But nobody noticed the slight twitch, an added bunching up of his muscles. Without further warning, he sprang and without realising it, Tea found herself thrust forward as well. His movement had unfrozen her and now she too leapt up, greedy for more.
They met exactly halfway between the two opposing walls, and the combined impact of the collision sent them tumbling and flailing to the ground. Tea felt the air knocked out of her, giving Yami, who had the good fortune to land softly on top, some seconds of advantage. He started to crow his victory but deft blow to the side of his head saw him slump down dizzily. Delighted, Tea felt her face break into a manic grin, and within that short instant it took for him to recover his bearings, she had had his hands pinned down above his head and was already straddling him smugly.
Her smugness however, lasted scant seconds. Not one to be easily bested, Yami broke free of her grasp, and in a movement too quick for her eye to catch, he grabbed her by her waist and rolled her down beneath him. They wrestled and grappled for awhile more on the dusty ground but soon broke away, almost as if by mutual agreement. It was as if they both understood this manner of fighting was of the least advantageous to either of them.
But this duel was not over yet.
Still keeping their eyes locked suspiciously on each other, they struggled once more to their feet, both panting hard from their exertions, and still tense and alert, resumed a slow circling of their enemy. Interestingly though, Yami soon abandoned his fighting stance. He straightened up and stood tall and relaxed, looking at her with a cunning, almost knowing smile, and for a second, Tea didn't know what to think. "Why was he doing that? Didn't he want to come and get her?" she wondered, but such thoughts were quickly pushed aside by her straining sex.
Throwing her pride to the dogs, Tea ran forward towards him, almost weeping in desperation and threw her arms around his neck. Oh, how she needed him! But this time it was he that was blocking her out-he just stood there calmly as she pressed her lips needily against his, begging entry into his mouth. It was as if nothing she did could extract a reaction from him! How could Yami be so cruel? He was like a stone statue, cold and aloof as she struggled to tease out a human response. But it was no use.
Biting back the bitter tears of rejection, Tea closed her eyes and moaned, letting her head loll helplessly to one side. She felt so helpless! But it was as if this admission of weakness was exactly what he was waiting for all this time, for in the instant that she did, Yami sprang once more into life. Seizing her roughly by the shoulders, he drove her so hard into the wall that she gasped for air, and pinned her wrists securely behind her in one fluid motion. Then grinning smugly, he leaned forward to kiss her, and with deliberate slowness ground his hips firmly into hers, forcing her to feel the heat of his arousal.
Tea threw back her head in a silent scream as a thrill coursed through her body. She could feel him with startling clarity as he pressed himself against her, of his breath, hot against her neck, and the burning heat of his limbs. Of the speeded pulsating of blood throbbing within his erection, she was minutely aware. Twice more he ground himself into her, and well pleased by the intensity of her reaction, begin thrusting his hips furiously.
Tea writhed. "Yami." she strained through clenched teeth. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. Her body burned. She needed him now. She struggled to free the arms that he still held pinned firmly behind her back, desperate to hold him, desperate for something to claw onto to ease her agony. "Yami." she whimpered again, more frantically this time. She had to tell him she could not wait any longer, that she could not take even a second more of this sweet torture . She had to make him understand!
Pushed to the same limit of endurance, Yami abruptly released her wrists and fumbled urgently at her belt, but his fingers were trembling too hard to undo even that simple clasp. Sensing his distress, Tea reached down as well but she too was even more helpless than he was, and Yami soon knocked her hands away in frustration. By a combination of intense concentration and pure dumb luck, he managed to get both the belt and the top button of her pink zipper shorts undone, but was halted in his progress by the unmistakable sound of laughter coming down the alley. Someone was coming. And oh dear gods, it sounded like.
"No!" Yami gave a heartfelt groan as he recognized that unmistakable lilting accent. He shut his eyes and buried his face in Tea's soft pink sweater. "Not now," he said wretchedly. "Not Bakura!"
End of chapter 4.
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Haha! Man, I ken just imagines the look on Yami's face when he realises it's Bakura! *bounces* Yes, I'm mean, I'm evil, I say, EVIL!!!!! *grinz*
You know, I never intended to stretch it out so long. Now there's gonna have to be a *third* chapter with them *still* in the alley, when I originally intended just one. And I'm still quite smug at getting in such a tormenting distraction right at the very end. Originally, I imagined two hooligans just kicking a can down the alley. The guys see Yami & Anzu, leer at them a bit and stumble away like the dorks they really are, ie: a very minor distraction. But when I actually came down to it, I thought "what the heck! Let's have someone they know. That'll really give them something to squirm about!"
And Bakura's the nicest person of the lot; he wont leer, he wont tease (Joey & Tristain), he wont try to insult them (Kaiba), he wont try to challenge Yami (also Kaiba). He'll just be very nice and polite (once he stopped being clueless) and that'll make it even more awkward for them. ;P
One question for you guys. In the 2nd last paragraph, I mentioned laughter, which means he's with someone else. Now lets make this a little more fun for everybody. Why not *you guys* tell *me* who you want to see with Bakura (need not be a sensible reason at all) and I'll see if I ken write him/her/them in! *cheeky grin*
So tell me. Who do you wanna see?
trefenwyd12: Yeah! I thought so too!!!! *grinz*
CrissyKitty: think I wrote you via email. Neway, yup, I learn mandarin, everything from pronounciation to sentence structure to writing the characters. My end of year paper is entirely in Chinese characters.
Yuki Tenshino: Haha. Ironically, I'm not much of a fan of the couple either. I prefer Joey/ Mai, but the Dance Battle episode was just too tempting *not* to write about. I mean, it was practically screaming 'slash me up!' *grinz* And it's been really fun doing so!
And Mystical Miyuki, maria, Lynderia, DustyFall, Dark Angel Bg: Thanks LOTS! *hug*
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IMPORTANT:
CHAPTER WARNING: Sorry to burst your bubble. This isn't a nice, fluffy love story. It's not a soft, sweet making out session in this chapter. It's the prelude to violent, desperate sex. Just foreplay, but still I guess it's rather graphic. Children, read on only if you dare. And don't say you haven't been warned.
Rated R-17
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For an instant, Tea froze, unable to breathe, unable to think even as Yami ravaged her greedily, his warm tongue licking at her pursed lips, teasing them open-but his efforts were in vain; she was in a daze, unable to react, helpless to do anything but feel him, a strong and powerful presence pressed up against her. Yami seemed to sense this, and delaying his conquest a little longer, he broke away from her mouth and proceeded to plant hot searing kisses, first along the side of her lips, moving along the curve of her jaw line, and drawing from her soft muffled groans of pleasure as she fought to resist her own growing arousal.
After what seemed like eternity to Tea, Yami moved on. With one last half- painful bite that left her left earlobe red and sore, he made his way downwards, slowly trailing across the sensitive stretch of her neck, bathing the porcelain white skin with burning wetness, and once again, Tea shut her eyes and groaned.
The choker seemed to distress him however, the thin band of red velvet stopping him in his tracks. Either that or it excited him further; Tea simply could not tell, for as soon as his lips met the flimsy material, he paused and glared at it, his face and stance accusing. How dare such a meagre thing get in his way, he seemed to be thinking. He growled, a deep low rumble from the back of his throat, and before she knew what was happening, he opened his mouth and sank his sharp teeth into her soft, tender skin.
The shock of it was enough to send Tea hurtling back into reality. Crying out just a little, she shoved him away with such strength as to send him sprawling into the opposite wall and heard a satisfying grunt of pain as his left shoulder rammed hard into the weathered bricks. She reached a hand up to her neck and tentatively felt around the unbearably sore spot. Her hand came away glistening with his saliva. She smelt it. There was a faint scent of blood where his teeth had punctured her skin.
She looked up and saw him leaning against the opposite wall, his right hand rubbing his bruised shoulder. He was panting hard, watching her, his lower back still leaned against the cool brick wall, but his legs were bent slightly apart, his posture forward-looking as he adopted a fighting stance.
He glared at her predatorily. For an instant, their eyes met and locked, and it seemed that time itself slowed to a pause. The whole world waited with bated breath. Tea felt herself tense. Not sound, nor leaf, nor a single breath of wind disturbed the frozen atmosphere. Everything was hushed and stilled, waiting and watching for his next move. But nobody noticed the slight twitch, an added bunching up of his muscles. Without further warning, he sprang and without realising it, Tea found herself thrust forward as well. His movement had unfrozen her and now she too leapt up, greedy for more.
They met exactly halfway between the two opposing walls, and the combined impact of the collision sent them tumbling and flailing to the ground. Tea felt the air knocked out of her, giving Yami, who had the good fortune to land softly on top, some seconds of advantage. He started to crow his victory but deft blow to the side of his head saw him slump down dizzily. Delighted, Tea felt her face break into a manic grin, and within that short instant it took for him to recover his bearings, she had had his hands pinned down above his head and was already straddling him smugly.
Her smugness however, lasted scant seconds. Not one to be easily bested, Yami broke free of her grasp, and in a movement too quick for her eye to catch, he grabbed her by her waist and rolled her down beneath him. They wrestled and grappled for awhile more on the dusty ground but soon broke away, almost as if by mutual agreement. It was as if they both understood this manner of fighting was of the least advantageous to either of them.
But this duel was not over yet.
Still keeping their eyes locked suspiciously on each other, they struggled once more to their feet, both panting hard from their exertions, and still tense and alert, resumed a slow circling of their enemy. Interestingly though, Yami soon abandoned his fighting stance. He straightened up and stood tall and relaxed, looking at her with a cunning, almost knowing smile, and for a second, Tea didn't know what to think. "Why was he doing that? Didn't he want to come and get her?" she wondered, but such thoughts were quickly pushed aside by her straining sex.
Throwing her pride to the dogs, Tea ran forward towards him, almost weeping in desperation and threw her arms around his neck. Oh, how she needed him! But this time it was he that was blocking her out-he just stood there calmly as she pressed her lips needily against his, begging entry into his mouth. It was as if nothing she did could extract a reaction from him! How could Yami be so cruel? He was like a stone statue, cold and aloof as she struggled to tease out a human response. But it was no use.
Biting back the bitter tears of rejection, Tea closed her eyes and moaned, letting her head loll helplessly to one side. She felt so helpless! But it was as if this admission of weakness was exactly what he was waiting for all this time, for in the instant that she did, Yami sprang once more into life. Seizing her roughly by the shoulders, he drove her so hard into the wall that she gasped for air, and pinned her wrists securely behind her in one fluid motion. Then grinning smugly, he leaned forward to kiss her, and with deliberate slowness ground his hips firmly into hers, forcing her to feel the heat of his arousal.
Tea threw back her head in a silent scream as a thrill coursed through her body. She could feel him with startling clarity as he pressed himself against her, of his breath, hot against her neck, and the burning heat of his limbs. Of the speeded pulsating of blood throbbing within his erection, she was minutely aware. Twice more he ground himself into her, and well pleased by the intensity of her reaction, begin thrusting his hips furiously.
Tea writhed. "Yami." she strained through clenched teeth. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. Her body burned. She needed him now. She struggled to free the arms that he still held pinned firmly behind her back, desperate to hold him, desperate for something to claw onto to ease her agony. "Yami." she whimpered again, more frantically this time. She had to tell him she could not wait any longer, that she could not take even a second more of this sweet torture . She had to make him understand!
Pushed to the same limit of endurance, Yami abruptly released her wrists and fumbled urgently at her belt, but his fingers were trembling too hard to undo even that simple clasp. Sensing his distress, Tea reached down as well but she too was even more helpless than he was, and Yami soon knocked her hands away in frustration. By a combination of intense concentration and pure dumb luck, he managed to get both the belt and the top button of her pink zipper shorts undone, but was halted in his progress by the unmistakable sound of laughter coming down the alley. Someone was coming. And oh dear gods, it sounded like.
"No!" Yami gave a heartfelt groan as he recognized that unmistakable lilting accent. He shut his eyes and buried his face in Tea's soft pink sweater. "Not now," he said wretchedly. "Not Bakura!"
End of chapter 4.
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Haha! Man, I ken just imagines the look on Yami's face when he realises it's Bakura! *bounces* Yes, I'm mean, I'm evil, I say, EVIL!!!!! *grinz*
You know, I never intended to stretch it out so long. Now there's gonna have to be a *third* chapter with them *still* in the alley, when I originally intended just one. And I'm still quite smug at getting in such a tormenting distraction right at the very end. Originally, I imagined two hooligans just kicking a can down the alley. The guys see Yami & Anzu, leer at them a bit and stumble away like the dorks they really are, ie: a very minor distraction. But when I actually came down to it, I thought "what the heck! Let's have someone they know. That'll really give them something to squirm about!"
And Bakura's the nicest person of the lot; he wont leer, he wont tease (Joey & Tristain), he wont try to insult them (Kaiba), he wont try to challenge Yami (also Kaiba). He'll just be very nice and polite (once he stopped being clueless) and that'll make it even more awkward for them. ;P
One question for you guys. In the 2nd last paragraph, I mentioned laughter, which means he's with someone else. Now lets make this a little more fun for everybody. Why not *you guys* tell *me* who you want to see with Bakura (need not be a sensible reason at all) and I'll see if I ken write him/her/them in! *cheeky grin*
So tell me. Who do you wanna see?