Union through Separation
Chapter 14
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!… and maybe that's for the best.
Once dinner was over, there was of course the question of where to go and what to do next. Yami, being new to the whole dating experience, had no idea. It was Tea who finally came up with the plan. A quiet, private spot where they could wind down the evening just talking seemed appropriate and Tea knew of just the place.
Tea led Yami into an old and somewhat dilapidated building. It looked as though it hadn't been used in quite sometime. Yami thought it was a rather unusual choice in local for the end of their date.
"This seems like a rather unusual choice in local for the end of our date, Tea," Yami said. (A.N. Didn't I just say that?) "What exactly is this place anyway?"
"This used to be a dance theatre," answered Tea. "But it was closed down a long time ago. I found it when I was only nine and I've been coming here ever since."
"To do what?"
"To think about things, stuff that's going on in my life. It was here that I first decided that I wanted to be a professional dancer."
"Does anyone else know about this place?"
Tea shook her head. "Nope. I've never told anyone. Not my parents, not Joey, not Tristen, not even Yugi, and I've known him longer than the others. It's my own secret, special place—you know, somewhere that I can just get away from it all and be myself."
"Then why are you showing it to me?" Yami wondered. "Why would you reveal to me something so personal?"
"Well I figured that if you and I are going to be… in a relationship, then there shouldn't be any secrets between us, if you follow."
Yami did follow, although he couldn't help but notice Tea's use of the word 'if'. He wondered if she was actually giving some serious thought to the idea of accepting the dance scholarship in New York. He hoped so. Despite how much he hated the idea of Tea leaving, the last thing Yami wanted was for her to give up her dreams over him. He could never live with that.
Then again, Yami thought, There might be a way for us both to get what we want.
Yami thought,"Yami?"
Tea had broken his train of thoughts. "Hmm?"
"I was wondering…"
"Yes?"
"…Do pharaohs swing?"
Yami didn't understand. "I don't understand." (A.N. Stop repeating me, you, you refugee from the troll doll craze!)
"Can you dance?"
"Me? No, not really."
Tea smiled. "In that case, I'll have to teach you." She began to take him by the hand.
"You mean now? Here?"
"Well what better place than a dance theatre?"
"But it's so dilapidated."
"Hey, watch it! That's my special place you're talking about!"
"I was just wondering if it's safe."
"I've danced in here before." She tugged at his arm. "Come on, it'll be fun!"
"I don't know…"
"Come on!"
"I'm not a big dancing person."
"Don't tell me a great pharaoh like you is afraid?"
"Of course not!"
"Then let's do it!"
Again, Tea tugged at Yami. Only this time she tugged a little too hard, for she ended up falling backwards, taking Yami with her. She hit the ground with a thump and the Pharaoh landed right on top of her.
Tea groaned. "Well that was smart of me!"
"Are you okay?" Yami asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Tea replied, looking up at him.
"I should probably get off of you now." But it was then that his eyes met with hers. Their gazes locked, Yami found himself instinctively—and uncontrollably—moving his face closer to Tea's.
And closer…
And closer, until…
It was an amateur kiss to be sure—not overtly passionate. Nevertheless, it was still filled with the warmth and tenderness that can only come from a kiss of true love. Though he would never find the words to describe the sensation, Yami knew that he would never forget the way it felt.
Yami broke the kiss. He could see the surprised look on Tea's face, as well as her extremely flustered cheeks. It was a sentiment he shared in kind.
"Tea, I…"
"Yami… why did you stop?"
Before Yami could respond, Tea suddenly pulled his head back down and reciprocated with a kiss of her own. This one was far more passionate than the last, her arms wrapping around his shoulders in order to pull him in closer. In response, Yami wrapped his arms around her waist, tightening the embrace to the point where it could have caused her physical pain.
Of course, any physical discomfort Tea may have been experiencing was clearly dulled by the immense joy of what was clearly becoming a make-out session. She moaned with pleasure, arousing Yami in ways he'd never felt before. He deepened the kiss and began moving his hands across her body in a gentle caress. This inspired further moans.
Yet in the back of his head, Yami thought that he should stop before it went too far. Their relationship was still in its infancy, and this was neither the time nor the place for carnal pleasures.
We really need to stop this now. But it was easier said—or in this case, thought—than done. The warmth of their love had become a blazing inferno, and he didn't know how or if he could stop it.
His hand moved up to the right shoulder strap of her dress. Slowly, and gently, he began sliding it off…
"Mm, Yami…"
TO BE CONTINUED
Well I hope this tides you all over for a while. This chapter was much more erotic than I had originally planned, but then my stories seldom turn out exactly as expected. They evolve as I go along. Please R&R!