A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys! I didn't think I would get any for this one, as I'm just playing around :) I only have one little itty-bitty thing to say before we start the third chapter, which is to a reviewer:
Elusia: Eek! No, not OOC! -shudders- I hate OOC! I mean, can't you see Yami Bakura going to clubs, trying to pick up women, admitting that he spiked a girl's drink once, and getting Tea drunk? He's being all slippery and sly to win her over.
Note: This takes place after Duelist Kingdom (yes, Yami Bakura came back!), and Tea is still a little confused about Yugi vs. Yami. She does understand about Yami Bakura, however, because he's made it so obvious he is NOT Ryou. Yami and Yugi haven't really admitted that they're two people.
Ok, with this in mind, ON WITH THE FIC!
Keep dancing. Those words repeated themselves over and over in her head. She swiveled and rocked to the music, feeling the guy supporting her. The room seemed to spin with bright lights and colors and voices, like a living kaleidoscope. The music pounded in her ears, and suddenly the floor seemed to jump, trying to roll like a wave at sea. She lost her balance, and tripped in a sort of awkward twirl, catching herself in his arms.
"You should sit down," he hissed soothingly, tipping her upright onto her feet.
"The bar?" she whispered, slightly breathless from dancing.
"No, you've had enough to drink," he said. "Look, we'll go sit in one of those booths over there, all right?" Tea nodded heavily, and the room seemed to ripple as his shape propelled her towards the dark red leather seats of the booths – where, she noted uncomfortably, most couples were making out.
She slipped into the soft booth with pleasure and surprise – this was just what she needed. She leaned back against the backrest, and the dull pounding in her head faded slightly. She felt him wrap his arms around her shoulders, and boldly nuzzle her cheek. She shivered slightly at his touch, but didn't shrink away. She muttered, eyes closed as he pressed his face into her hair:
"What's your name? Who are you, anyway?"
"Does it matter?" he hissed softly, as he kissed her neck.
Tea's brain fought through the alcohol and hormones to try and think about this.
"No," she said, giving in to his caresses. "It doesn't matter." Hesitantly, she stretched an arm out and placed a hand on his smooth pale skin, stroking it. It reminded her, in a sudden flash, of Yugi. He seemed slightly familiar, now that she thought about it. His voice...
"Do I know you?"
He continued kissing her neck, wrapping her in his arms like snake's coils, venturing to nipple her neck softly. She gave a little sigh at his further advances and shifted deeper into his grasp.
"No, we've never met."
He pinned her down to the red leather cushion of the booth, and lay on top of her, kissing her fully on the mouth and nipping her lower lip. He curled his arms around her, one hand looping around her back and resting on her bra clasp, the other running through her silky brown hair.
Tea accepted all this mildly, enjoying his silent passion in the dark, and only coming to when she felt his tongue, snake like and slender, stroking hers sensually. Her eyes opened and she twisted a little in his arms. She saw a faint white smile, amused, winking in the dark, like cat's teeth.
"A little more?" he said silkily, smiling a bit wider, his eyes still shrouded in darkness. He withdrew his hand from her hair and snaked under her shirt, where she could feel him inspecting her, slowly but surely.
"I...I don't know," she said, as the darkness swam like water. "I feel so tired..." Sleep came like a drug-like pull, heavy and strong, dragging her into the shadows of her mind...She resisted and forced herself awake.
"Want to go back to my place?" he whispered, drawing her close as he sat up. Tea swayed as he supported her, becoming vertical, watching the velvety sheet of darkness of the booth give way to the flashing lights of the dance floor. She squinted her eyes shut, and felt the guy guide her out of the booth and through the club to the rear exit.
"It's so dark," she muttered, feeling the weight of it pressing in on her eyes.
"The shadows...But I am the shadows."
Elusia: Eek! No, not OOC! -shudders- I hate OOC! I mean, can't you see Yami Bakura going to clubs, trying to pick up women, admitting that he spiked a girl's drink once, and getting Tea drunk? He's being all slippery and sly to win her over.
Note: This takes place after Duelist Kingdom (yes, Yami Bakura came back!), and Tea is still a little confused about Yugi vs. Yami. She does understand about Yami Bakura, however, because he's made it so obvious he is NOT Ryou. Yami and Yugi haven't really admitted that they're two people.
Ok, with this in mind, ON WITH THE FIC!
Keep dancing. Those words repeated themselves over and over in her head. She swiveled and rocked to the music, feeling the guy supporting her. The room seemed to spin with bright lights and colors and voices, like a living kaleidoscope. The music pounded in her ears, and suddenly the floor seemed to jump, trying to roll like a wave at sea. She lost her balance, and tripped in a sort of awkward twirl, catching herself in his arms.
"You should sit down," he hissed soothingly, tipping her upright onto her feet.
"The bar?" she whispered, slightly breathless from dancing.
"No, you've had enough to drink," he said. "Look, we'll go sit in one of those booths over there, all right?" Tea nodded heavily, and the room seemed to ripple as his shape propelled her towards the dark red leather seats of the booths – where, she noted uncomfortably, most couples were making out.
She slipped into the soft booth with pleasure and surprise – this was just what she needed. She leaned back against the backrest, and the dull pounding in her head faded slightly. She felt him wrap his arms around her shoulders, and boldly nuzzle her cheek. She shivered slightly at his touch, but didn't shrink away. She muttered, eyes closed as he pressed his face into her hair:
"What's your name? Who are you, anyway?"
"Does it matter?" he hissed softly, as he kissed her neck.
Tea's brain fought through the alcohol and hormones to try and think about this.
"No," she said, giving in to his caresses. "It doesn't matter." Hesitantly, she stretched an arm out and placed a hand on his smooth pale skin, stroking it. It reminded her, in a sudden flash, of Yugi. He seemed slightly familiar, now that she thought about it. His voice...
"Do I know you?"
He continued kissing her neck, wrapping her in his arms like snake's coils, venturing to nipple her neck softly. She gave a little sigh at his further advances and shifted deeper into his grasp.
"No, we've never met."
He pinned her down to the red leather cushion of the booth, and lay on top of her, kissing her fully on the mouth and nipping her lower lip. He curled his arms around her, one hand looping around her back and resting on her bra clasp, the other running through her silky brown hair.
Tea accepted all this mildly, enjoying his silent passion in the dark, and only coming to when she felt his tongue, snake like and slender, stroking hers sensually. Her eyes opened and she twisted a little in his arms. She saw a faint white smile, amused, winking in the dark, like cat's teeth.
"A little more?" he said silkily, smiling a bit wider, his eyes still shrouded in darkness. He withdrew his hand from her hair and snaked under her shirt, where she could feel him inspecting her, slowly but surely.
"I...I don't know," she said, as the darkness swam like water. "I feel so tired..." Sleep came like a drug-like pull, heavy and strong, dragging her into the shadows of her mind...She resisted and forced herself awake.
"Want to go back to my place?" he whispered, drawing her close as he sat up. Tea swayed as he supported her, becoming vertical, watching the velvety sheet of darkness of the booth give way to the flashing lights of the dance floor. She squinted her eyes shut, and felt the guy guide her out of the booth and through the club to the rear exit.
"It's so dark," she muttered, feeling the weight of it pressing in on her eyes.
"The shadows...But I am the shadows."