Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or anything that goes with it...

I thought the dream was done... But to my surprise I had another dream that created a new chapter... Wonder just where this one is going... (grins)

To my readers of this fic... I know I am skimming over certain parts in this fic... Just keeping in mind the rating and there are just some details I would rather keep to myself lol.. So I do attempt to keep the more graphic parts of the story limited to the vagueness I have set. Sorry if you are not liking that way of my writing...

The Dance Begins Again

Soft moans filled the room as the lovers twisted and turned under the satin sheets on the large bed. The candle light was their only means of true sight as they relied solely on their sense of touch to find the right areas of destination. They explored each other as if it was their first time together. He groaned her name while she moaned his. They clung to each other as they moved, their bodies molding together as one. She marveled at his gentle touch that sent shivers down her spine. His tongue doing its dance all over her sensual curves. He took great pleasure in hearing her squeals of delight as he passed over her most sensitive of spots. He took extra care not to move too fast and yet keep everything moving right along as well. She gripped a pillow behind her head with one hand while the other hand dug her nails into his back as she felt herself nearing her peak. He groaned again at the pain, but it was a good pain. One he enjoyed feeling. His tongue took a break from its dance and he looked down at her, his crimson eyes glazed over with his lust for her. She looked back at him and offered a pleased smile. She was ready for him. He would not let her wait any longer.

Anya sat up in her bed, breathing hard. It had only been a dream, but it had felt so real. She had been having several dreams like this of the same guy as of late. The man she had picked up at a club along with his friend. Though she had gone home with both of them, she had captured the heart of one of them. At least she thought she had.

Three weeks had passed with no word from the man who called himself Atem. Yet, he still seemed to haunt her mind. She refused to let it stop her from living her life however. She still had her own morals to uphold. If he ever came around, then she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Till then, she kept to her college classes and work, as well as continuing to hang out at the club. She maintained her rule to never leave with anyone other than those she came with after that night. She did not want to take any more chances. Not after the last time.

She did run into Bakura a few times and they had shared a few dances at the club, but she kept her distance this time. She did not want to get caught up with the wrong guy. She knew who she really wanted. The look on Bakura's face the last time they hit the dance floor told her he knew as well. He always disappeared before she could ask him where Atem had gone off to. But she knew he knew something. And she was bound and determined to get the secret out of him. Somehow…

Atem sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed. He had no idea that he was not the only one to see the dream he had just experienced. It was just so real to him. He could almost swear it had actually happened. He looked up at his dresser. There was a piece of paper that had been sitting there for three weeks. He could still smell the scent of her Egyptian Musk perfume oil. It had burned itself into his memory. He had wanted to call her so many times but always held back. He was not sure exactly why. But he avoided the club much to Bakura's disappointment.

Bakura…

Atem stood and made his way to his closet for a change of clothes to take with him for after he showered. His mind still filled with his friend's taunts over seeing the girl they had once shared. He was constantly reminded of her scent and her moves on the dance floor. He began to wonder if there was something Bakura was not telling him. There had been nights his friend never came home and he never failed to bring up her name at least once when he finally faced the next day.

No, he thought. She is different. She wanted more than that. She told me as much. He balled his hand into a fist and he let out a low growl in disappointment as he remembered his own words to her. I told her I wanted more as well, though. And I never called her back. Fool! He swiped everything off the top of the dresser in a small fit of anger. That was when he saw it again. A simple piece of paper with feminine writing on one side. He slowed his breathing from his anger and stooped to pick up the paper. A phone number. Her phone number. There was a simple line written under the number. He could almost hear her soft voice as he read it.

"To give our dance another chance- a chance for something more- You know where to find me, Anya"

He was certain he had waited too long. Between his work and his fear, he had let too many days pass by. And yet…

He reached for the phone by his bed and stared at the numbers for a moment. Would I be waking her if I called now? Do I dare call after all this time? He struggled within his head for a short time before a sliver of courage caused him to punch a few numbers into the phone.

"Yes, I would like to place an order," he said softly.

"Anya!" Jackie called out as she stepped through the doorway with a package in her hands. Anya groaned and got up from where she had flopped down on the couch after her day of classes and work. She was worn out and tired. They had made plans to go out again tonight, but she had been tempted to call it off and stay for some sleep. Of course that was not her only reason to call off the club. She did not think she could handle another let down.

"What is it, Jackie?" she asked as she stepped into the hall leading to the front door. Her eyes widened as she saw the package in her friend's hands. "What on Earth is that?"

"Beats me, but it has your name on it."

"My name," she whispered as she approached her friend and took the package from her. Anya carefully walked to the dining room to place the package on the table and pull out the card.

"I am sorry it took so long for me to find you again. I am ready to give our dance another chance. If you forgive me for not saying this sooner, then please meet me on the dance floor at nine.

Atem"

Her face paled and she slid into a chair beside her.

"What is wrong, Anya?" Jackie asked as she took the card from her shocked silent friend. "You are kidding me. Three weeks went by without a word from him and now this? That package better be worth it." An odd look crossed Anya's face and she slowly began to tear at the paper. They gasped at the large array of roses of all colors and sizes. "There must be at least three dozen roses in here!" Jackie exclaimed.

"One dozen for every week he didn't call," Anya whispered with an odd smile on her face. She caught sight of a small box carefully perched within the array. She gingerly removed it from the flowers and opened the lid. Her heart stopped and she had to stop herself from dropping the box to the floor.

"Oh, Anya!" Anya just stared as Jackie lifted the silver chain from the box to gaze at the diamond heart-shaped pendant that hung from it. "He must really be sorry for him to get this." Anya reached out to it and let the heart rest on her palm. She had made up her mind. She was going to the club after all that night. And she was going to see just how serious he was about this.

The dance club was already packed as Jackie and Anya met up with Jackie's date. She had been secretive about the guy for weeks but they had finally come out. Afterwards Anya realized why the relationship had been so quiet. She had found herself with the, well until recently, untouchable head of Kaiba Corp., Seto Kaiba. Anya had wondered why Jackie had complained about her boyfriend always being so busy. Now she understood.

"Nice," she murmured. Jackie giggled and Seto placed a possessive hand around her waist and dropped a kiss on her cheek. They all went in and claimed a table. Anya realized that being around them could be a good thing as they were given the V.I.P. table that overlooked the entire dance floor. Seto placed the drink orders for the girls, Budweiser for Jackie, Strawberry Daiquiri for Anya and a glass of wine for himself. Anya let her gaze roam over the crowds as she searched for one particular spiky-haired head. It was nearing nine just as was stated by the card. She sighed as she recognized Bakura making his way through the crowd with a younger looking woman with brown hair. A small light caught her eye over by the door and she saw what she had been looking for as the tri-colored, spiky-haired, head of Atem appeared inside. He had just removed his jacket and seemed to scan over the crowd. She knew who he was looking for. Anya excused herself from her friend and Seto and carefully picked her way through the expanding crowd.

Atem stood by the door, looking around. His heart was pounding. What was I thinking, he thought to himself. Why would she come just because you asked her to? He checked his leather jacket in at the desk and went to the corner table he always shared with Bakura. He smirked when he saw his friend already on the dance floor. At least he knew that Bakura was not dancing with Anya. That set his mind at ease. He looked around again after checking his watch. It was nine o'clock. The time he had appointed. He stood and threaded his way through the crowd to get closer to the dance floor.

He had almost given up and was ready to turn back to go when he stopped. That scent, he thought. It's her! He spun around and his breath hissed in when he saw her. Anya's red gold hair was worn half up and in waves around her head, draping down just to her shoulders. Her shoulders were bare as the sleeves to her turquoise top slipped over them to rest on her toned biceps. He smiled when he saw the diamond pendant that hung around her neck. His gaze trailed down to see her in a tight black leather skirt and fashionable black high heeled boots. It was not quite a different look for her from the last time he had seen her, but he was still found himself captivated by her.

The strobe lights flashed around them creating a fantastical setting for them as they stared at each other for a moment. Then he somehow got himself to move forward. He met her and took her hand.

"You came," he said in a relieved voice.

Anya was taken aback by the surprise in his voice. "Of course I came. I am always here." He looked up and she smiled at him. She was not about to admit she almost had not shown up that night. "Now I believe you owe me a dance." He returned the smile and together they began to move as one on the dance floor. Their eyes remained locked together as they moved. Bakura slipped up to them with his date.

"Care to make it interesting?" His dark voice seemed to purr; a sparkle in his eye. Anya raised an eyebrow at him and Atem pulled her closer.

"Not tonight my friend. I am afraid I shall be selfish tonight and keep her for myself. That is…" he turned to look at her. "Only if she allows me such an honor." She grinned back up at him with a wink. Bakura shook his head before steering his date away.

"Suit yourselves then," he said as they left. Atem turned back to gaze down at Anya. She saw regret in his eyes.

"I am sorry it took me so long to get back in touch with you," he said softly as he pressed his head against hers. She shivered as his breath warmed her ear. She had meant to be angry with him for taking so long, but there was just something about him that made her anger melt away.

"You are here now, aren't you?" she asked, her voice more certain than she was.

"Yes." There was a hesitation in his voice as he tried to figure out where she was going with her words.

"Then let's not worry about how long it took. If you are serious about this, then we move on from here. Personally, I am only here to dance. What happens after will be entirely up to you." She flashed him a flirty grin as an upbeat song kicked out over the sound system and she pressed her hips up against his. He raised an eyebrow and looked down at her, loosening his grip on her to allow more freedom for her to move. Flashes from his dream kept appearing in his head every time he closed his eyes to enjoy the feel of her body against his. He looked down once and she cast a sneaky look up at him. He smiled as she gave him a wink and began to head off the dance floor.

"Where are we going?" he asked her as she took his hand.

"To tell my friend not to wait up," she answered with a grin. "I have a surprise for you tonight…"

Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know I am going to get yelled at for leaving it like this... (shrugs) I can't help where my deams end at night. Though I wish it had continued... I am curious myself to see what Anya had planned... Well till the next dream then- hopefully I won't keep you long, lol

Must go for now- My master is calling me (winks at AFG and CM) You guys know what I am talking about (grins)