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Chapter 10: Evasive feelings

Side by side they sat in silence, the limo moving silently, the night silent. They were both undisturbed but disturbed at the same time.

"What are we?" She finally asked. "Just what in the hell are we?" Her eyes didn't lock with his, but out on his side of the window. She couldn't look at his eyes. She just couldn't. If he lied to her, she would see it. Let him lie to her… She probably wouldn't care if he did. He didn't say anything. That was no surprise. If she asked him a question that involved his true feeling as a response, he would ignore it. And she would accept it. But she needed to know. After what happened in the party, she had to know. It wasn't something she could leave alone or forget about.

"Fucking answer me!" In desperation she shouted in his face, turning her body towards him and holding his arm with both hands, but looking at his chest. Not daring looking into his eyes. Turning towards her as well as an instant reaction, his left hand grasped the back of her neck, her soft hair feeling like velvet against the back of his hand and pulled her closer. So close their lips were just an inch apart.

"Trust me, you don't want to do this." The whole time his eyes were focused on her lips as he hissed into her face. Now that she thought about it, his eyes looked hazy. No longer an icy blue, but more of a deep, sapphire blue. What did she want to do? Maybe he didn't want to label them. Men are like that. It's been a couple of days since they have been doing whatever it is that they are doing. What are they doing? Is there a name for it? Was she being too pushy? Wanting to know what they were and what it was that they were doing? Well, after the whole fiasco at the party she thought she deserved to know. If they were something then she wouldn't go out with guys. If they weren't then he had no right to rip her out of someone's arms or drag her down the stairs when she was leaving and throw her into a limo. It was something that no one saw but still enraged her. It was like the last day of school. Maybe if he couldn't answer that last question, he could answer this one.

"Then why did you kiss me the last day of school?" She defiantly jerked her head up more, their lips now brushing against each other.

'If he wants to play, then lets play.' A growl was heard from within his throat. His other hand held her cheek as the other hand slid from the back of her neck to the side of her neck.

"Shh.. You make it.." Because of the fact that they their lips were now completely touching and he was talking against them, he couldn't handle it anymore, stopping mid sentence and finishing what he started on the last day of school and this morning. His lips pressed hard against hers as he leaned in closer, pulling her down to the seat. A little freaked out from the hungry kiss, she pushed at his shoulders, trying to sit up again.

"Stop it." He huskily whispered against her lips. This gave her a chance to move her head away from his.

"I want an asw.." His stubbornness was great and did not budge. Before she could finish her sentence he moved her head towards his again and kissed her once again. This time she responded to his kisses. It was involuntary, she couldn't help but to kiss him back. Screw the questions, she could always ask them later.

With a satisfied moan she began to give in to whatever he would offer her tonight, relaxing in the seat. Never mind the consequences. Forget the questions nagging to ask in the back of her head. It felt right. His lips on her own. His hands on her skin. It felt right. Like it was supposed to happen, wither by chance or not. Her hands went from his shoulders to his hair, enjoying the soft hair that were now in-between her fingers. Another moan escaped her, wanting more of his kiss. One of his hands left her face and went to her hip, massaging it with his thumb. The action made her dress bunch up at the hip. But her dress was too long for him to do anything to her legs, so her unexposed flesh was off limits to him. Had she worn a skirt God knows what he would have done.

Stopping his massages, he moved his hand up and down her hip to just below her breast and on her rib cage. Dangerously below her breast. Once or twice his thumb brushed against her breast. She did nothing about it. Intrigued at his touch, she wished that he would do it again, this time cupping her breast. But Kaiba was a gentleman. He was taught that no matter how heated things got, it was always the ladies choice in wither or not he was allowed to pushed the boundaries. Understanding that now, the next time his thumb brushed her breast, she pushed herself down further into the seat so that he was now almost cupping her. He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes, a questioning look. Staring back at him, her eyes were a lustful hazy mess.

Not wanting to say anything, she just closed the gap between them again and kissed him. Kissed him with as much passion as she could muster. All she wanted was more of his kisses. More of his touches. A little reluctant at first, he gently massaged her right breast. Fingers came slipping in her dress, flicking away the double stick tape. Back arching more towards his touch she gasped as she moved from away his mouth, her head tilting back. The tape was now pushed aside, sticking to the dress instead of her nipple. He commenced massaging her swelling breast, no longer restrained by her dress. Bare under his touch for his pleasure. Since his lips were no longer on hers, he started kissing down her neck. Lingering kisses going further down to her collar bone, he started pushing his body up now straddling her with both his legs on either sides of her on his knees. Hand still under her dress he brought his hand on her right breast down to her waist again and his other hand went to her left breast. Small breathy gasps come from her mouth. No longer holding on to his hair, her mind shut down on her no longer knowing what to do. Trembling hands rested on his shoulder, amazed by his open mouthed kisses. In complete shock of what was happening.

'Damn his talented mouth.' As he went further down her body he left more open mouthed kisses, his tongue licking her skin to taste it. Sweet with a twinge of a fruity like taste. A wonderful taste. The whimpering from her only coaxed him to continue, to go further down. To find her weakness. To find what made her scream out in ecstasy. Now kissing between her breasts, he began to move her straps off her shoulder and down her arms. Just as he was about to expose her breasts, the limo came to a harsh stop. As did they. Anzu's eyes shot opened, looking down to see Kaiba's mouth hovering her breast, his hands all over her body including the one under her dress, and her dress straps almost off.

'What the hell just happened here?" She horrifyingly thought. How did they lose control like that? How did they get in this position? Why is Kaiba's hand on her breast? She found her own hands were clutching her hair as if she were in distress.

Still in a daze of their.. Whatever it was called, he slowly raised his head to look at her. She was just dimly staring at him. Perhaps in bewilderment? Suddenly realizing his hand was still cupping her breast, he abruptly took his hand out of under her dress. Carefully getting up from his straddling position, she too scooted up to a sitting position. Getting off of his knees, he sat next to her as she smoothed out her dress and placed her straps back on her shoulder. As much as they both tried straightening themselves up, they could not hide the obscure look in their eyes. The driver of the limo then opened the car door.

"Is there where you wanted to be dropped off?" Looking out a little behind Kaiba, she saw it was not her apartment building but a mansion. Unsure of where she was she scooted up more, closer to Kaiba.

"Where are we exactly?" Her voice was shaky and out of breath. Kaiba looked back at her, his eyes concentrating on her lips.

"My house." He whispered gruffly . Not wanting to look at his inviting eyes any longer, she looked down at her clasped hands.

"Could you take me to where I live driver? Otogi has paid you for the whole night so I'm pretty sure it won't be a bother, would it?" Her breathing was ragged. She was getting nervous. Why did Kaiba bring her here? Did he even intend to invite her in his huge house? Did he just want to be dropped off? But when she thought about it, her apartment was first. They passed her apartment already while they were.. Then was it done intentionally?

"Could you give us a minute driver?" Kaiba asked as calmly as possible without showing that he too was out of breath. Both their chests raised like they just ran ten miles in under a minute. "Listen." Knowing he was going to start a whole speech about they could never be, she cut him off.

"It was a mistake, I know. Don't worry about it Everything that was said or done tonight will be forgotten." Including her outburst before they started making out. She said it as if she was okay with what happened. Kaiba however didn't believe her. If she was okay about it then why wasn't she looking at him. Now fully awake and sober to understand what really happened, he sat back against the seat smoothing his hair back with shaky hands. Fortunately she didn't notice his hands shaking. Fortunately she couldn't hear his heart beating five hundred miles per hour.

"Was it?" He asked quietly with his eyes closed. Was he thinking? About what? Did she offend him? Was it too late to apologies?

"Well, isn't that what you were going to say?" Her question sounded like she wasn't sure of what she just said. Like she was just going with what she thought he was going to say. Leaning in towards him, she tried to see his eyes. As usual his bangs shadowed over his gorgeous blue eyes. Those damn bangs never let her see his eyes. What he was really thinking. Noticing that she was trying to look at his eyes, he sat up and turned to open the door. Away from her vision. After he opened the door he stood up, stopping for a minute in front of the door. As if he was contemplating something.

"Yes." Shutting the door behind him, she could hear his footsteps depart on the gravel. In a hurry, she pressed the button for the window to go down, revealing Kaiba walking away slowly with his hands in his pockets and his head down.

"Hey!" She yelled out. The yell made him stop, but not turn around to look at her. This gave her the floor to say what she wanted to say. "Will I see you tomorrow? At Tokyo Princess ?" The limo started driving off without her permission. "Will I?" She yelled out once more. He slightly turned around .

"Tomorrow at three. I think I got it by now." With a smile she nodded and sat back down to the seat. Hmm.. Why was she smiling again? For some reason she felt giddy when he still agreed to pick her up. It was a reassurance that they didn't muddle up their sort of friendship. But a little part of her didn't get giddy about their ongoing friendship. It was the becoming relationship she was giddy about. That is if he still wanted to continue their "friendship."

Still in a haze about what happened and a bit of denial, she hurryingly took off her dress and put on a pair of jeans, a black halter top and black stilettos. Now was the time to call Lorena, and tell her what happened.

Dialing her number, she sat down on her bed and checked on her bureau mirror if she had any hickies on her neck. She didn't feel him give her one, but was just making sure.

"Hello?" Lorena was going to die when she heard this.

"Want to go meet in the bar two blocks over. I've got to kick your ass for jinxing me." The dial tone was all she needed to hear for her to know that Lorena was already there at the bar ready to hear the story.

Twenty minutes later Anzu arrived at the bar called Lucky. It was owned by a friend of Lorena's and would give them free drinks. No ID required. But Anzu always stuck to light drinks, or coke. Lorena was already waiting for her at the end of the bar drinking God knows what and waving to her to come down and sit.

"Hey, now tell me!"

"He was there. He saw me dancing with Sam Toronto."

"Sam? The same guy who got so drunk he passed out?" Lorena took another sip of her drink and leaned in closer to hear better over the loud music.

"Yup. And then Kaiba saw Otogi with me. All hell broke loose after that. Kaiba wanted to "talk"." Gesturing talk with her index and middle finger going up and down mocking the fact that he really wanted to talk. "Then Sam came again and danced with me. When the dance was over with Kaiba pulled me out from his arms and I ran out of the place."

"Was he jealous? Oh my God he was! What happened next?" Anzu's coke came and she took a long sip after it arrived.

"Well. He found me outside and dragged me to Otogi's limo." Lorena's eyes lit up in astonishment. To her it sounded like something in a Spanish soap opera. There was bound for some bitch to be slapped somewhere in this story. "I yelled at him. And I asked him what we were. If we were even anything." Nodding in agreement, she clapped.

"Good. What did he say?" Anzu rolled her eyes and gave her a 'you know what he said look.'

"He didn't say anything. He kissed me." She looked down at her coke as if it became very interesting all of the sudden. Her blush was very visible, remembering what the did after he kissed her. "We made out and he.." She scooted closer to the now open mouthed Lorena. "He was all over me Lorena. Like fondling, and kissing me everywhere." She whispered, ashamed and embarrassed.

"Fondling?" Lorena's eyebrow quirked up. "What exactly happened between you two?"

"It started to become something more than just kissing or make out. It was starting to become something more.." How could she say this exactly? Anzu wasn't the type to kiss and tell, so this was a first. "It became more sexual. Like I wanted him to touch me like that. I wanted more. But we stopped before he really did anything." For the first time Lorena looked serious.

"Why did you stop?" Anzu gulped.

"Because the limo stopped and you know how a car stopped and you move forward a little? It kind of shocked us I guess because we didn't even realize we were in a car. And then the driver came out and it just got too awkward." Lorena laughed and smacked Anzu's back.

"He was that good?" Anzu somehow forgot why this was so damn funny. "Well, tell me. Did you like it?" She asked without a smile on her face. This was now business.

"A little too much if you get what I'm saying. We stopped in front of Kaiba's house. His huge nice house." For the second time in the same night Lorena's jaw dropped. "It was nothing like that, I don't think. He was going home. That was it." Looking up at the ceiling as if she was thinking even what she just said seemed lame to her. "I think."

"I think he wanted some. It's obvious Anzu! It's sexual tension. All you guys need to do now is relieve it." Gasping, Anzu swatted Lorena's arm.

"Fat chance in hell. He was beginning to say something and I interrupting saying how I knew it was a mistake." That earned her a tsk and a disappointing look from Lorena. "yea. I know. But I didn't know what he was going to say. So better safe than sorry." Who knows what he was going to say to her. Knowing him he would have told her that she was a toy and that was it. "I don't know, I think we should talk about it but I don't want to sound pushy. What should I do?" Sitting back, Lorena put her forefinger to her chin like she was thinking.

"Well, are you going to see him tomorrow?" Anzu nodded yes. "How do you know?"

"Because I asked him if he was going to meet me and he said yes."

"Ahh. Then see how he acts tomorrow night. If he's all shy and shit then talk to him. If he's acting like he usually does then it might mean that it didn't bother him or that he's trying to act cool about it to make you feel comfortable. If he's acting flirty and nice then it might mean that he wants to continue what you guys were doing tonight." Could Lorena be right? She would have to wait until tomorrow night to find out.

"This isn't the start if a healthy relationship, is it?"

"If you don't play your cards right it will be."

After a couple more drinks and details of what happened despite her shy protests, she went home to her comfortable bed. Too bad Kaiba wouldn't be sleeping with her like he did this morning. It was nice to have someone in her bed. Wither it was sexual or not. She was a girl who had needs too, damn it. Laying in her bed with her pajamas now on, the scene still swam in her mind. The open mouthed kisses. The wandering soothing hands. Her insides hurt. Her skin felt cold now without his touch. How could this be? He could she be so dependent now on something she only felt for a moment. Wanting to find his number to beckon him back into her arms to finish what they started in the limo she knew it was something more now. Something more than just a ride home. Was it passion. Hell yes. Was it romance. She didn't know. He was incredibly sweet to her. But he was also a jerk to her. It was a combination of old and new Kaiba. Nonetheless it was still Kaiba. Did he feel the same? The same passion? The same tension? Was it reciprocal? Or was she the only one to feel like this? She had to know. But at the same time she didn't want to ask him. A part of her still said to wait and see. How much waiting could she take? Why was she the one who was waiting? Waiting for what? He already kisses her. He did more than kiss her. Did it mean anything to him? Or was it an act? An easy girl who could just fool around with? Anzu was no easy girl. He knew that, didn't he?

In truth she felt childish. Childish for yelling at him, and even more childish for what they were doing in the limo before. No, not childish. She felt like a horny sixteen year old. Who was he to her? He was nobody. Not a boyfriend. Not a lover. Certainly someone she could marry in the future. Right? He wasn't a potential like Lorena would say. Or was he? He was no body. And she was fooling around with him for.. What? What could have come from their make out session? It kind of hurt when she though about it. She was just fooling around.. That wasn't the kind of person she was. She wasn't the kind of person to let someone fondle her. It was just all to surreal. So confusing. She was lost in her thoughts. Not knowing which direction to follow. End the whole thing and forget about it, ask him, let whatever happen, happen. It was something she had to question. If she didn't the it could become something she wouldn't want. Something she couldn't get out of. Yes, he was that mesmerizing.

Okay, there was my chapter for today. I was supposed to do my English paper, but who said I couldn't do them both at the same time? Hope you guys enjoyed it! And P.S: I'm not a lemon writer, I'll try it. Not saying I'll do it in this story. Not saying I'm not going to do it in this story. I'm just saying I'm not a lemon writer. So if I suck at it, sorry..