AUTHOR'S NOTE: It took me a long time to update, but that's because I'm not getting many reviews (in fact, I meant to post this on Valentine's Day). The only reason I update at all is because Ayame aka Kaiba keeps reading and reviewing. From now on, I'm not updating until I get at least 1 review that isn't her (poor thing). I like to know people are reading… because otherwise I wouldn't even keep posting.

Let me iterate again the message in my profile: NO REVIEWS, NO UPDATES.

Chapters are short again. Very sad.

Ayame aka Kaiba's prediction will now come true, in as delicate and inoffensive a way as possible. Yell at me later.

Story's overall rating has not been upped because I don't think this quasi-lemon (probably not even that, I'm just being extra careful) warrants it, but if you think I should do tell me.

Oh, and I noticed randomly today as I was watching YGO that Kaiba has abnormally long legs. (Talk about random… sheesh)

And in case anyone was wondering, I'm actually NOT a Kaiba or Yami fangirl. My favorite character is actually Joey (lol) but I just decided to write my fic about Kaiba and Yami. Every time I watch the anime/American show I want to beat the crap out of Kaiba because he's such a jerk, and I always want to tell Yami to shut up and stop talking so much. But Joey… even though he does a lot of stupid things, he's really funny and he's the most realistic character, I think. There's something appealing about the reckless, rough-and-tumble guy…

On to the chapter now…

Responded to review by Ayame aka Kaiba on my LJ.

Chapter 22: Love

For several hours we danced together, out bodies moving with and against each other's. Everyone else disappeared, and it was only the two of us and the music.

At some point, Kaiba held me firmly against him and moved his body slightly differently. I could feel the difference, knew the difference, and felt the excited flush creep up my cheeks. He smirked at me and then leaned down and kissed me hard. Without hesitation I opened my mouth and drew him in.

It was beautiful. There are no words to describe what I felt at that moment. I loved Seto, then, with whatever of my heart was left. I didn't know why, but in some deep, subconscious way I understood his loneliness and his desire to be loved, and that I was the one woman truly capable of loving him.

When he broke away I saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. Coyly, I backed away from him, towards the door. His eyes remained locked on me, a lion tracking his prey, as he followed me.

Suddenly, I stopped and pulled him by the front of his shirt right up against my body. I stood on tiptoe and kissed him, then turned and scampered out the door, leaving him to chase me to the car.

I had never thought that Seto would be this way. As I drove us back to the mansion he could hardly keep his hands off me. They strayed, from my shoulder to the nape of my neck to my inner thigh to my cheek. I giggled happily, struggling to keep the car under control.

We'd hardly stopped in the driveway when he bolted out his door and was dragging me out of mine. Laughing breathlessly, I allowed him to lift me off the ground and carry me into the house and up the flight of stairs. He dumped me unceremoniously onto the bed, clambering on top of me. Straddling me, he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off.

I lifted my hips and dropped him to my side, then half-lay over him to kiss him. I ran my hand over his bare torso, finally sliding it beneath the waist of his pants. He moaned and tipped me over onto my back.

Before long, we were both naked and lying against each other, kissing madly and touching each other desperately. We moved, faster and harder, until there was nothing but the rhythm of our bodies against each other.