Bakura: sitting nice and quiet, still, not making a sound, not glaring, sitting calmly

Ryou: walks by, sees Bakura Ah! runs off, comes back dragging Tsuki Look it! It's not destroying things or maiming people or covered in blood!

Tsuki: ruffles his hair. Hai I know, he's being good for me.

Ryou: How'd you manage that one?

Bakura: I've been promised things, in order for her to fulfill her promises, I must be obedient. Oh and Tsuki doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Tsuki: starry eyed Aw he did the disclaimer and everything! huggles Bakura

Ryou: blink blink Apocalypse!

Tsuki: reaches over and hits Bakura But that's for making this a difficult chapter. Do you know how hard it is to do a tasteful non smutty seeming sex scene?

Bakura: nods, but remains quiet

Tsuki: Good boy. Hey boys and girls, go hide the kiddies.

Aré pulled back the bed sheets on the cot, humming to herself. Looking up, as she heard footsteps, she smiled at Bakura who came into the room. Her expression changed a bit, showing concern. "Bakura are you sure you are alright?"

"Yes. Why?"

"You are flushed. Maybe you are coming down with fever."

"Nope. I'm fine. Perfect. Maybe a bit tired."

"Coming to bed early as well then?"

"Uh, yeah."

She walked over to him, running a hand through his hair. That was it, the young thief's rational thinking had shut down at that touch.

Bakura wrapped his arms around Aré, pulling her close and into a sensual kiss. He trailed his kisses down to her neck and to the hollow of her throat. One of his hands braced the back of Ar's neck while the other rested in the small of her back, holding her against him, though loose enough for her to pull away.

Aré had tangled her hands into his Bakura's hair and leaned her head back, giving him full access to her neck. Next thing the young thief knew he had gathered her in his arms and had carried her to their cot and gently laid her down. He sat on the edge of the cot, leaning down to her making sure his lips never left Aré. Her dress slipped and exposed her shoulder. Bakura rushed across the now exposed skin with kisses and tugged at her dress trying to free her of it.

Aré seemed lost as each kiss from Bakura unleashed a fire in her that she did not know existed. Her body reacted to him solely of its own accord telling him to continue. But as she felt her clothes becoming loose at his tugging, that fog lifted and fear stomped into her mind. She began to panic, feeling trapped between Bakura and the cot. She took her hands away from his hair and placed them on his chest with her fingers splayed out. As she pushed him away slightly, she looked away and beckoned slightly, "Kura…"

Bakura pulled back some, sighed, and looked at Aré. He brought his hand to her face to brush away stray strands of hair. She flinched under his touch out of habit, seeing as stopping this kind of thing usually rewarded her with a beating of some sorts. He got up and moved to the other side of the room where he ran a hand through his hair and took a few deep breaths to calm himself before he hung his head low. "I'm sorry Aré, I lost control. My body just reacts to you and I lose all rational thought."

Aré opened her eyes and blinked, trying to think straight herself. She sat up and looked over at Bakura, then stood, righting her clothes. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, leaning against his back.

Bakura turned to look at her a question in his eyes. She looked up at him, "Lord Djal never cares at all, and he certainly never apologizes for losing control…he just likes to act on behalf of the loss. But I'm okay with you…" She pondered her choice of words for a moment.

Bakura played with the ends of Ar's hair. "So…are you okay with this?" Ra that sounded blunt, but Bakura had always been a very blunt spoken man.

She looked down for a moment then turned her head and laid it against his chest. Silent tears stung at the corner of her eyes but did not fall. She knew what he was asking of her. "No Kura, please, I…just can not."

Bakura dropped his hands from her hair and sighed out of frustration. He was a man after all. He tried to keep his tone down as he asked the next question. "Why with someone that doesn't care? Why not with me?"

"I do not have a choice."

"Make a choice for yourself. Djal doesn't own you despite what you think." He spat the name.

"You do not understand." She started to pull away while looking at the ground. Bakura reached for her but instantly felt a sensation from their touch and pulled away himself. He ran his fingers through his hair again so that they would be occupied and stated resolutely, "Anything you wish Aré. Goodnight." Bakura turned from her and walked out of the room. He continued walking until he ended up outside staring and reflecting into the moonlight.

Inside, stayed Aré feeling bad about the situation, at her reactions, at how she had basically told him yes, then denied him all at the same time. She went over to a chair that was in the corner of the room and slipped down into it, merely letting herself think herself to sleep.

The next morning Aré awoke in Bakura's cot with him sleeping on the floor. She leaned over the cot to gaze at him. Then she extended a hand down to brush at a loose strand of hair.

Eyes still closed, he reached up and caught her wrist gently and pushed it away from him.

"What is wrong Kura?"

He looked up at her, "I'm sorry. I just fear I may lose my rational mind again because of your touch."

Aré seemed stricken. "Is that the reason you did not sleep in the cot?"

"That's the main reason, yes."

Aré picked up on the edginess in his voice as he closed his eyes again so as not to look at her. "You're angry with me…"

"No I'm not."

"Despite what you say, you are." She swallowed then got silently out of the cot to do her daily chores.

Two days later…

"Ah!" Aré pulled her hand back suddenly, trying to quell the pain and halt the blood with pressure from her other hand.

The last two days had passed slowly between them. With Bakura and Arétut avoiding contact, if not each other completely. When they did bump accidentally, they both felt something intense. Bakura always let himself fall into anger for Djal to occupy his mind, for fear of losing control again, and Aré merely made herself be taken in by fear at the want of the thief's touch, so as to keep herself away.

Bakura would keep to himself, would go off to town, often coming back with what seemed like traveling gear and supplies, one day he brought back a horse which he put up in the temple's small stables. He was readying to leave. And Aré knew that.

And now Aré had been preparing an evening snack when she had cut herself, being careless from her intense thinking. She bit her lip and made a whimpering noise. No, she wouldn't cry out, no need to draw an already agitated Bakura's attention. From experience, Aré knew men were irrational and dangerous when angry. Bakura would probably be angry with her for being careless, and she did not want the situation to escalate, so she was going to not cry out. She went to put down the knife she had been using but it only missed the table's edge and it clattered loudly to the floor. She merely left it there and went to tend with her wound.

Bakura cut through the air again with his fist. Then he did it again and again until he stopped and laughed at his own weakness. The air was not a very good opponent to spar against, but he had to do something. He had not been building up his shoulder again as he should have. He should be out of here by now but he had became attached. He sat down and shook his head. "Damn it. Caught between my thief's instinct to get away and staying to be with the woman I love…" He heard a clatter in the next room and went to see what had spooked Aré. Getting there, she was not there, but a bloody knife was. He panicked at the sight of the blood and took off down the temple halls to where he knew Aré would go if she was hurt; the infamous evil cabinet.

Sliding around the doorway of their room, he came to sliding stop only to find Aré sitting next to said evil cabinet unsuccessfully trying to wrap a wound, in a flushed and upset state of being. Walking closer he sighed and reached into the already open cabinet, intending to wrap the wound for her, seeing as it was her dominate hand that was hurt, it was hard to wrap. "Aré, let me do it for you."

She turned away from him. "I can do it…I know how…"

He sighed, she was being stubborn again. Ever since that night she had been stubborn, especially when it came to him touching her. "You did this enough for me so I know what I'm doing as well." Bakura gently grasped her wrist, using a gentle pressure that told her to just stop fighting it and let him help. She stopped her resisting, seeing as she was having trouble and offered her hand to him. He went about treating the wound and wrapping it as gently as he could. Inside he was so relieved that she was technically alright, that it was just a cut on her hand, nothing life threatening. He looked her in the eyes a moment, something he hadn't done in the past two days and sighed. "When I saw the blood…" He shook his head, not being able to finish the sentence, and turned away, and walked towards the entrance of the room. He had already made up his mind about the leaving situation, and he needed to tell her. "Aré I have-"

"Bakura?"

"Yes?"

"I have been thinking that…" Aré stopped contemplating her choice of words.

Bakura, anticipating what she was going to say, gently prodded, "Yes?"

She moved nervously tossing her hands in the air as she talked. "I have been trying to think a little about what I want, about what you said, about me having a choice in all of this…"

Bakura ran a hand through his hair and walked over and took her hands in his own gently to stop their movement. "And?"

She looked up at him. "I love you…and I have decided that I want to be yours…not…Lord…Djal's…" The sentence came out slow, seeing as she wasn not sure at what the thief's exact response would be.

Ra yes! Bakura mentally fought with his ego until it was quieted. He got out of his needy mindset and reminded himself that he had to be gentle with her. She was not like the others he had been with, he loved her. "Are you sure?"

"Please…don't make me second guess myself." She stepped closer to him and ran a hand through his hair. The innocence in her gesture practically drove him insane, but he kept in control and settled his hands on her waist, kissing her gently, savoring her taste. Innocence was something he had never encountered before, let alone tasted. And it tasted great. Her response to his kisses was tentative but willing, not being forced at all. Bakura trailed his kisses down her neck to her collar bone. He momentarily stopped and stepped back to take a look at her. She seemed content and comfortable enough with all of this so far, and Bakura returned the smile she was giving him.

He shrugged himself out of his tunic and enjoyed the way her eyes lit up, even if she wasn't aware of it. Bakura pulled her gently back and closer to himself as Ar's own hands rose to trace his muscles and the scars from his wounds with what seemed to be a new curiosity. Sure, she had seen him without his shirt before, but that was under different circumstances.

Taking hold of her wounded hand he raised it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the bound palm, returning the same kisses that she was placing to the scar that represented the almost deadly arrow wound to his shoulder. Dropping her hand he tilted her chin so she was looking up at him and latched to her mouth with his own and savored the taste of her curiosity as well. Aré threaded her hands into his hair and enjoyed these moments, not thinking about the future.

Bakura gave a tug on her dress, telling her that she was overly dressed for all of this. She felt that tug and pretty much knew it was do this now willingly or never. Reaching to the lacing at the top of her dress she undid it, slowly but steadily and slipped the material only off enough to expose her shoulders. She wanted to test him for the moment, see if he could keep his control.

To Bakura, it was not a test. She was just teasing him, whether she knew it or not. But Bakura only pulled her close once more and held her against him to whisper in her ear while stroking her back. "Before we go any farther, you should know that this will hurt some, but only for a moment. You know I don't want to hurt you intentionally, but…" She smiled against his chest. Yes, she knew it would hurt the first time, but it felt so good to her mind that he actually cared enough about her to warn her. " I know. But I am ready for that Kura."

Bakura smiled and kissed her then swept her up into his arms. He carried her over to the cot they had shared many nights over and sat he down there, his mouth still ravishing hers. And he had to stifle a grin as an involuntary moan escaped Arétut. Then he laid her down, simultaneously tugging her free of her dress.

Aré panicked a little and braced her hands against Bakura's chest, pushing him away slightly to give herself a moment to recover her courage. He pulled his mouth away from hers and took hold of her hands, rubbing his thumbs across her palms in a comforting gesture that was accompanied by a reassuring smile. Bakura knew this was hard for her, but she was being brave about it none the less. "It's okay Aré."

She closed her eyes and nodded, "I know I am sor-" He kissed her, ending her attempted apology. "No apologizing, you have every right to be cautious." The young thief kept the slight distance between them, hesitating his actions for her benefit until she pulled him back to her. Bakura now being the one overly dressed shed the rest of his clothes so that they lay together entwined in each others arms, perfectly natural.

He brought his lips down to ravish hers and again feast on the sweet innocence, the reluctant curiousness, of someone inexperienced. She felt the hunger in his kisses at first it scared her some, until she gave in completely, letting him be harsh. She wondered if he had wanted her since he first saw her, and if he wanted her for anything else. Then she remembered his kindness and banished that thought.

Bakura wanted to explore her slowly, letting her savor the pleasure he would give her. Today, her body became his temple. As he reminded himself of how new she was to the situation he slowed down. He pulled away to look at her kiss swollen lips, and trailed his hands up and down her body feeling her pulse quicken everywhere he lingered. He kissed her breast, lingering his lips there for a time, and wondered what Aré thought at the moment. All he had to do was look at her, and feel her arch against him to know she liked it even though it was all new.

Arétut had never in her life felt these sensations before. What she thought of when she first thought of sex, was that it was weird. How can the actions that were described to her ever be so pleasurable? Now she understood, as her body almost involuntarily arched up to Bakura, she laced her hands into his hair and held on for the ride of her life. It was primitively pleasurable. It unmistakably, undeniably felt so good.

He settled his hands on her hips and lapped playfully at her bottom lip. This time he would kiss slightly gentler, having some initial need of touching her bare skin satisfied, he focused on her needs. Her need to be taught. He latched to her mouth again, tapping on her lips to make them part more. She complied, as he smoothly slipped his tongue in her mouth. At first she was shy, and pulled away a little, but he gently pulled her back and coaxed her tongue with his, trying to get her to enjoy it. He did not have to try hard. She shocked him a moment by dropping her shyness a degree and warring with him over control, as her instincts kicked in.

This was nothing like when Djal had touched her. He was rough, and made it seem dirty, but Bakura….. He touched her like she was a treasure, to be savored and taken care of. She moaned against his mouth, as he smiled inwardly to himself. Then again he pulled away some. Their faces were close, but for the moment they were not kissing. Her eyes were misted over from the new feeling of passion, and her thoughts just sort of swam in her head as she found it impossible to focus on anything except Bakura. But why would she want to focus on anything else? He rubbed a hand on her stomach possessively and as he touched her, alighting fire all over her body, he whispered to her. "Now, is when it will hurt."

She nodded somewhat impatient, not really believing she could hurt after the wonderful feeling that had settled over her. She leaned even closer, "I think you are lying to me."

Bakura smiled and kissed her temple, "I kid you not Arétut my dear." She arched against him again, until finally he parted her legs, positioned himself, and entered her slightly.

At first she felt only an odd pleasure from the friction created by the two, but mostly pleasure as her eyes fluttered closed so she could savor it. Then he went further into her, feeling the barrier in the way of their ultimate passion. Breaking it, she felt a sharp pain for only a second and gasped quietly, as Bakura came down to capture her mouth and her mind once more. Then as quickly as the pain came, it went and he drove into her, at first slow, as she clung to him. Then faster, harder, with the desperation they felt for one another. She shuddered under him as he took her to the peak of passion until she exploded, Bakura reaching his own release of pleasure seconds after, and they collapsed together, a bundle of arms and legs all melded into one.

Both of them were breathing fast, clinging to each other. He tenderly kissed her temple, eyelid, cheek, and then her neck, as he let her recover. Bakura simply smiled at her. "I love you Aré." He caught her smile but knew that she was too exhausted for now to say anything, she was still trying to catch her breath. He held her close to him until they fell asleep content together.

Bakura shifted, squinting his eyes in morning light. He smiled as he felt Ar's breath against his chest as she sighed in her sleep at his movement and snuggled herself closer to the tomb robber. He nuzzled her neck, placing a kiss there, then one on her shoulder. Bakura smiled into her flesh. His Aré. His. He thought of waking her but then decided against it. After last night, she could use the rest. Bakura leaned his head back against the pillows, reliving the previous night in his minds eye. Of course a smile graced his lips at the thoughts. Those thoughts were broken however as Aré moaned, teal hues revealing themselves to the morning sun. She smiled to her thief placing a hand to Bakura's cheek. Bakura leaned over her, placing a kiss gently on her lips.

"Morning my sweet Aré."

A giggle escaped her as under the bed sheets, Bakura's hand ran its fingertips down her side, coming to rest on her hip. "Good morning love."

"Good. Yes." He slipped the hand he had on her hip around her waist and lifted her slightly, pressing her to his chest as he placed another kiss to her neck.

Aré let out another sweet laugh which was followed by a yawn. "I am exhausted…"

Bakura laughed. "You should be, we made love what, three, four times."

"And how do I match up to your other lovers?"

Bakura hadn't expected that question at all and was left grasping for words for a second. Well of course she knew this was not his first time engaging in such an activity. But then he seemed to know exactly what to say. "You don't measure up at all to them my dear. It's them that must strive to match up to you." And the thief spoke the truth. Maybe it was her innocence that had been so intoxicating, maybe it was the willingness in which she gave herself to him, how she had clung to him, wanting him, calling out for him. But he knew exactly what it was, it was the love he felt for her that held her high above the others. "I love you Aré."

Aré smiled to him and placed a kiss on his collar bone. "I love you more Kura."

Bakura chuckled. "We're going to fight about who loves who more?"

"I'll let you win this time love."

"I would if won anyway."

Aré pushed herself away from him and stretched herself out, yawning slightly again as she went to sit up.

"Oh don't get up yet."

"There's chores and such to be done Bakura."
Bakura reached over as he sat up, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her back to him. "Not today. Today, is nothing but rest. In fact I see no reason to leave this cot. I have all I need right here." He pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck, his other arm joining the one he already had around her waist.

Aré threaded her hands back into his hair forcing him to lift his head and turn his face to look her in the eyes. Then she ran the knuckles of one hand down the side of his face an whispered in his ear.

His eyes went a little wide and then he looked to her again. "Are you sure you're up for that? I thought that you should need your rest since it was your first time last night."

Aré pushed him back and climbed on top of him, laying down on the thief she drew herself close to his ear. "I did rest after the first time, this will be what? Forth or fifth time now?"

Bakura laughed. Was this truly his Aré? She seemed so different now, unafraid at all. In fact it seemed that all she had needed was to be loved and shown how much she was loved to draw her from her once fearful state. "Well who's counting anyway? It's a good thing you don't know. If you had known the exact count, I wouldn't have done my job."
Ar's eyes showed slight confusion which drew another laugh from the thief. "It's my job to make absolutely certain that your head is so fogged with pleasure that you can't think at all." That stated he flipped her onto her back, now owning the dominate advantage and proceeded to whisper a few suggestions of his own to her.

One week later…

Aré threw down the rag she had been dusting with. "Bakura, Kura love, stop it, I have things to do."
The young thief ignored her and playfully continued to kiss and nip at Ar's neck and wrapped his arms tighter around her. "I have things I wish to do as well. Besides, you need to pack."

"Pack?"

"Yes, pack."

She braced her hands on his chest and pushed him away some so she could keep his eye contact. "Again, pack?"

"Well we can't leave until you do so."

Her eyes widened. "Bakura, I told you already, I can not leave."
Bakura just kissed her. "Why not this time?"

"I told you before Bakura."

"Refresh my memory for our love making this morning has made it foggy."
"Bakura do not play it off like that. You know the reason. We would never be left in peace."
Bakura sighed and let her go, running a hand through his hair. He knew if he pressed the subject further he would only upset her. She had already gone back to the chores she had been doing only minutes before. Gods at this rate, he'd never get her out of here before Djal came back. Leaning back against the wall and watching her he opted to change both mood and subject by bringing up a funny trait in Aré that had bothered him from the very beginning. "Don't you ever use a contraction? You talk so proper all the time. It's irritating sometimes."

Aré stopped what she was doing yet again and turned to look at him oddly. "What?"

"All this, can not, do not, I am, I will, it is, all of that proper talk."
She blinked at him. "How else would I speak?"

"Smash your words together, you know like I do. Can't, don't, won't, I'm, I'll, Shan't, oh shan't I didn't even know I new that one. See there's another one, didn't. Drop a few letters, shove a few together."

"What would be the point to that? I talk fine."

"Cuts time really, you can yell at me and stuff faster." He grinned at her as he was slipping back into the playful mood he was in earlier.

"Do you not realize how hard habits are hard to break?"

He rolled his eyes. "Stop that too. It's "don't you", not "do you not"." Bakura pushed himself from the wall and re-approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and drawing her up against his chest. He rested his head on her shoulder, whispering in her ear. "Come on, do it once, for me."

Aré sighed, then smirked. "Fine. If you don't let me go, then I won't let you have me for quite some time, Bakura love."

Bakura released her and smiled. "Smashed words and being forceful about it. Good show." He sighed. "And fine, I'll go amuse myself elsewhere." That said he walked from the room. As soon as he was sure he was out of her ear shot he sighed loudly. He wanted to leave here so badly, and the time to do so was growing short, Djal would be back soon. "Dammit…I have to get her to leave some how…I really don't want to force her…but I may just have to."

Tsuki: Everyone satisfied or are we all going to throw bricks at me?

Bakura: I'm satisfied

Ryou: I think I know way too much about him now...

Tsuki: hugs Ryou It's okay.

Bakura: You're just too sensative.

Tsuki: Hush up Kura. Anyway, R&R guys!