Chapter 17 – N.O.P.V.
"Do you remember how I asked you to marry me?"
"Of course, how could I possibly forget?" Kashadra and Kaiba were sitting on a couch in his study. They were very much alone. Mokuba had gone up to his room to play whatever game he was intent upon that day. "You charmed me with dinner and then popped the question over dessert. You have all the class of and old-fashioned gentleman. And I absolutely love it."
"I'm glad you do. But, I expect that we should be married after the tournament." His arm, previously wrapped around her waist, moved up to her shoulders and pulled her closer.
"That would be perfect Seto. I love you so much."
"I know you do. And you know that I love you just as much, if not more." she hit him playfully on the arm.
"You can't brag; I'm still stronger than you are." Kaiba pushed her back onto the couch.
"How so? I think I possess quite a bit more strength."
"But, you don't have near as much spiritual insight or emotional strength."
"Only a shallow person answers a question, trying to prove something, yet not answering. I'm waiting for your answer Sha." He grinned down at her and her breath caught in her throat; all logical thought she had disappeared. "At a loss for words Sha?"
"Very much so." Her voice came out in a whisper; Kaiba had to pull closer to hear to her.
"You're so beautiful when you're struck speechless." He came down to where their mouths met. It was a heart-stopping, passionate kiss. They were the only two that mattered at that moment.
"Hey, Seto! . . . Ugh, get a room you two. Good grief you two. But, Seto, I actually came down to ask for your help. I didn't know I'd be interrupting something."
"We weren't doing anything Mokuba."
"Give it a break Sha. Anyone in their right mind could tell what was going on. You two can't get enough of each other can you?"
"I didn't start it. He did." Kashadra sounded like a child being berated for fight with a brother.
"I'm going to bed." Kaiba stood and walked though the door leading to the stairs.
"I can't believe him!" Kashadra stood and strode past Mokuba, following Kaiba. Mokuba was left downstairs, without the aid of his brother and a smile a mile wide on his face. Kashadra caught up with Kaiba out side of his room. He seemed to be waiting for her.
"Yes, Sha? For what do I owe the honor?"
"You know very well for what honor! That scene downstairs." Kaiba turned and stared at her. Her appearance wasn't startling, but he felt something rush though him when he saw her. Her shirt was pulled downwards slightly, revealing more cleavage than it was meant to, and her hair was out of place, highlighting the shape of her face and the forgiving fury behind her eyes.
"I have no clue as to what you're talking about." He resisted the urge to reach out to her, closing his eyes to take them off her appearance.
"Why you . . . ugh . . . how so do you infuriate me."
Kaiba opened his eyes and found her anger, appealing. He was going to try his luck, "Oh that kiss?"
"Was it just a kiss? Or did you have something else planned?"
He could feel his voice trying to reveal more than he'd let it when he spoke, "You catch on quick. Too quick." Kashadra walked up to him.
"I know I do. And you should be glad."
"And why is that? Some other secret you haven't told me?"
"No. Just this." She pushed herself against him as she reached up on tiptoes to kiss him. He responded by pulling her closer, wrapping his arms around he waist. Then, picking her up and never breaking the kiss. He carried her to his room and closed the door behind him.
