Chappie Seven: Bad Touch
The Kaiba Residence
She groaned, opening her eyes and looking at the clock next to her head. It's alarm was still going, and had been for quite a while. She grumbled. 8:30. What was so wrong about that? What time had she set it for, anyway? What was so important about 8:30?
"Kuso!" She hissed, sitting up and shutting the alarm off. "Late for my first day of work! Fuck!" She rolled out of bed, finding herself a pair of jeans and her work shirt, rushing into the bathroom to hurriedly brush her teeth and throw her hair back into a bun.
She would be damned if she got fired after she'd just gotten the job that was perfect for her. The nearby A.C. Moore Arts and Crafts had finally decided to hire her. Basically, all she'd be doing all day was dealing with the thing she loved the most; art. And she would be getting paid to play with it.
She looked over at the bed where her sleeping boyfriend was lying. Today was his first day off in a while. She'd let him sleep for now. Looking around the room, she tried to figure out if there was anything that she was forgetting to put away, or clean up, or grab. She shrugged, thinking that it wasn't important, and left, hurriedly rushing to the nearby mall.
Oh how wrong she was.
--Later--
"Miss Kibou?" One of the maids said as she walked back in from an extremely long shift at AC Moore.
"Yes?" She asked, sighing.
"Mr. Kaiba has requested that you go straight up to your room, even before you get any food, or shower."
"Does he know how long I've been working?" She said flatly.
"Yes." The maid nodded.
She sighed. "I smell." The maid laughed.
"I'm going to have to turn down Mr. Kaiba's request of going straight up to my room before I shower, but otherwise I will head straight there after I bathe."
"Alright, word will be sent up to him."
"Thank you."
Man, this place made her feel like white trash. Kibou wasn't poor, but she wasn't rich either. She found one of the many bathrooms, made sure it was unoccupied, and showered, finding a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt sufficient to go 'have a word' with her boyfriend in her room at this enormous place.
She sighed, leaning in the doorway, getting prepared for whatever it was that he wanted. She looked in, and nearly fell over.
Seto Kaiba never, ever, EVER, did anything romantic. Kibou knew that. She also loved him for it. She wasn't one to appreciate romantic things. Every once in a while it was nice, but Seto didn't really have a romantic bone in his body.
That was why when she looked into her bedroom, and found it decorated in roses, candles, and incense, she nearly collapsed. Seto was in a rather provocative position on her bed, which had been done up with red silk sheets, and satin blankets. The curtains were drawn, and he was only wearing a bathrobe.
Kibou noted Seto's look of lust, and gulped. "To, er…what do I owe this…uh, occasion?" She asked. It wasn't their anniversary, that wasn't for another couple of months.
"Can't a man be happy to see his girlfriend?" Seto asked. The lust in his voice was even worse than the lust in his eyes. Kibou decided it would be much safer to stay in the doorway.
"I suppose." Kibou said nervously, scanning the room for some clues. "But you don't normally do this…"
"Which is why I felt I should do it now. I mean, when was the last time I told you I loved you?" Okay. This is creepy. Even when he's looking to get laid, he doesn't act like this. Kibou thought.
Then she spotted it. An empty bag of potato chips. She walked over and picked up the bag.
"Seto, did you eat all of these?" She asked. Seto got up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck.
"Hmm…" He said.
"You know you shouldn't eat these!" She exclaimed. "After two or three chips you're-"
"But I love the way they taste…" He said, kissing her neck again. "Just like I love the way you taste."
Potato chips, to Seto Kaiba, were like four pounds of chocolate to any other human being. Potato chips were his aphrodisiac. Just a handful would make him painfully horny. And he'd eaten the entire bag.
Kibou freed herself from his grasp and tried to back out of the room. Seto shut the door, and threw Kibou onto the bed.
"Seto…c'mon, be reasonable…"
"Ha-ha! Well now, we call this the act of mating. But there are several other very important differences between human beings and animals that you should know about. I'd appreciate your input."
He winked at her, and stood before her, opening the bathrobe and striking a pose. "You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel."
"No, Seto…I'd rather not…"
"Do it again now, you and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel." He made a few pelvic thrusts that made Kibou's throat feel rather uncomfortable, and then he started swaying his hips.
"Gettin' horny now, you and me baby ain't nothing but mammals so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel."
"Seto, please…" She muttered. But he was determined.
"Sweat baby sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought."
He sounds so weird when he raps. She thought flatly. "Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about."
"Since when?!" Kibou exclaimed.
"So put your hands down my pants, and I'll bet you'll feel nuts." He said, walking over to her and placing her hands on his thighs, shaking back and forth.
"Seto, you look like a stripper." She said, flatly, taking her hands off.
He continued anyway.
"Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert, and you're getting two thumbs up."
"Something else is up, too." She muttered. "And that's what's thinking."
"You've had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you're out of bounds."
"I don't want it rough! And yes, I'm out of bounds, I'm out of here, too!" She shouted, trying to get up. But Seto sad down, straddling her.
"I want you smothered, I want you covered like my Waffle House hash browns."
"That's not flattering, you know."
"Come quicker than a FedEx never reach an apex like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined, to make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time, do it now." He got up to sing the chorus, again.
"It better not be that quick if you're putting me through this hell." She growled."You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.""I told you, I'd rather not…"
"Do it again now, you and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel." Kibou was now feeling thoroughly uncomfortable, and seriously wanted to get out of the room, but he was in her way of the door.
"Gettin' horny now, you and me baby ain't nothing but mammals so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel."
"Seto, stop it."
"Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket."
"Kinky." She said flatly.
"Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it. Hieroglyphics?""Is that a dig at my brother?" She asked angrily.
"Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in our South Seas,""Original." She muttered.
"But I got this notion that the motion of your oceans means 'Small Craft Advisory'. So if I capsize on your thighs," He tickled the inside of her thighs at this, and she slapped his hand away."Please turn me on, I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip." She rolled her eyes. "So show me yours, I'll show you mine," "You're already showing yours." She grumbled, looking eagerly at the door.
"'Tool Time', you'll Lovett just like Lyle, and then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch 'X-Files'. Do it now.""I hate 'X-Files'." She muttered.
"You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals so let's, do it like they do on the Discovery Channel, gettin' horny now, you and me baby ain't nothing but mammals so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel." With this last chorus repeat, he pulled her into a deep kiss, and she decided that maybe she didn't want to be out of the room all that much anymore.
"Oh…uh…sorry." Mokuba said flatly, opening the door and shutting it just as quickly and leaving. Kibou made a mental note to talk to the poor kid later.
)(There ya go, that one's a bit longer....so uh...review!!!)(