Disclaimer: This story is for entertainment purposes only, and I am making no profit off it whatsoever.
A/N: Well, the reviews for chapter five made me so happy that I figured I ought to go on and get chapter six finished! Definitely a blush-worthy chapter for me, but I hope that it lives up to expectation. I just got it finished. Oh, and one more thing: I am NEVER using dub names again; I had to go back and erase "Anzu" everytime I wrote the stupid girl's name. -:sigh:-Sorry if it's inconsistent- I edited it twice. Oh well, no more ranting: here's the chapter!
chapter Six:
Gasping, shallow breath.
Aching, straining heart.
It couldn't be love.
It couldn't.
Just another feeling- it too must pass.
Not anything remotely real.
Not permanent.
Not life-giving, amazing, and as needed by you as your own blood.
It threatens to destroy you,
All because you won't embrace it.
But... you tell yourself-
It just couldn't be
LOVE.
(Direct Continuation from Previous Chapter)
She was nervous; her head was spinning from the thrilling situation she had found herself lost in. She wasn't sure what to do, or what to think, or if she should say anything at all. She was lost to all coherent thought- even if she had wanted to get out of there, her mushy brain wouldn't have been able to muster the will-power to tell her limbs to move.
"I... I..."
He smirked at her, leaning his face in even closer to hers. She closed her eyes reflexively. "You what?" he asked, his hands slipping down to grab her waist.
"I don't think we should be doing this," she said finally, trying desperately to forgot how gorgeous he was and how amazing he was making her feel just with his increasingly close proximity.
"Bull shit. You want this. You would have slapped me by now if you didn't; don't try to deny it." His hands drifted lower, coming to rest on her upper thighs. She felt his thumbs tracing lazy circles, and she shivered before she could stop herself. It was like electric current swimming through her skin, sensitizing every inch of her body. She could feel him leaning even closer- he laughed softly when she shivered, and she could feel the gentle puff of air on her cheek.
He placed a barely-there kiss on the side of her face, then boldly placed a warm, wet tongue on her cheek and gave it a torturously slow lick.
Her eyes snapped open, and he pulled away from her. A dangerous, sexy smirk played across his lips, and she felt her face heat up because of his actions. Honestly, she was pretty shocked. He hadn't seemed like the type of guy who'd be interested in that kind of stuff. If she had ever bothered to think about it, she would have most likely imagined him being alone the rest of his life- without a wife, girlfriend, or anything. But his eyes had such a passionate expression in them; he must have realized how attractive he was at that moment, and how much he was turning her on, because without any preamble or warning, he stole a quick, ardent kiss.
"Hmm... You still want to say that you don't think this is right?" He leaned in close again and tightened his grip on her body. "Tell me to stop then. Tell me this isn't exactly what your body is craving." His lips were so close the hers that she could almost feel them. That heat that he exuded was taking over her mind- taking over everything. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Tell me you don't want me, Gardener. Go on; I dare you."
She glared at him. Which judging by his smirk was exactly what he had wanted. "Shut up," she said fiercely, pushing her face towards his and pressing their mouths together hard.
But realizing what she was doing, she flushed and pulled away.
Or tried to. He quickly grabbed the back of her head, and brought her to him again. His touch wasn't gentle- it was demanding, passionate, and rough. But that was who he was. He was never hesitant, and she had never realized before just how much she admired that quality. Lots of people called him cold- but he wasn't that at all. He was heat; he was fire. Every inch of him radiated a tantalizing, grueling warmth- it was invasive, exciting, and oh so strong. She felt him exploring her mouth with a cruel tenderness. The fervor with which he expertly continued to taste her had her hands clutching tightly to his shoulders, as she was lost to everything but him.
And he couldn't say that he was faring much better. It was divine; the actions that he had previously thought were overrated were turning out- even if it was Gardener- to be even more satisfying than he could have ever imagined. Swiftly, he pulled her off the table and into his lap, one hand splayed out on the small of her back.
Neither were sure what exactly was going on; neither one was really in a condition to stop and consider what they were doing. All he knew was that he had to have her, and all she knew was that no one had ever made her feel more beautiful.
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Ensnaring the senses.
Sight, sound, touch, taste, smell.
Functioning with a heightened awareness on one single sphere- a whole kaleidoscope of delicious sensations found solely in each other.
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He tasted as divine as she had imagined: like the rain on a stormy summer's day, or starlight, or the steam from a coffee cup, or a million other beautiful, wonderful things. The feelings he excited in her were almost painful in their intensity, as things heated up to an almost
intolerable level.
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Soft, feathery kisses rained down on her neck.
The arm of the couch pressed into her back from the position he had placed her in.
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He was so close to her; everything was blurring, no sight, no sound, no thought was real except for the ones pertaining to her. She was a vision, a balm to his shaken heart, and an angel in her own right. All he had ever thought he wanted was cast aside when she was put before him; the temptation was far too great to ignore.
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Hand sliding up her back.
Searching hands tangling themselves deep in his hair.
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He was biting punishingly on the skin of her throat, smoothing over each nip with a soothing tongue. Oh, she felt she was in heaven. Even though he was practically laying on top of her as she laid half-on half-off the couch, she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop. "What are you doing to me?" she whispered heatedly, "why the hell can you turn me into absolute mush like this? Oh God Kaiba, it feels so good..."
He stopped for a moment. Then he grabbed her hands in his and pulled her up against his chest. He attacked her lips again, violently and challengingly. "Seto," he said against her lips, the headyfeel of his shallow breathing absolutely intoxicating. "My name's Seto."
She tested the name out tremulously, as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. She decided she liked it.
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Resonating- the sounds of strained, gasping breaths as loud as a cannon in the other's ears.
Pulsing- the pounding hear beats setting some strange, unspoken pace.
Warm.
She felt so... warm.
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Tea slid her hands down his chest, wanting desperately to find some purchase on bare skin.
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Dizzying.
Like falling.
Like some beckoning oblivion was calling out in a seductive, indecipherable melody.
And they had to answer.
They couldn't ignore.
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He kissed her again, softly and gently, his lips passing on some unspoken plea.
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Indescribable.
The moment was theirs alone.
No one could know- no one could share such an experience.
Their secret.
A deadly, beautiful secret.
Lethal in all its uncertain ecstasy.
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The only thought that ran through his mind was how breathtaking she looked, her hair a mess and her face flushed from his ministrations.
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Feeling.
All around them.
The feel of his hands caressing her side.
The feel of smooth cotton slipping off his shoulders.
The feel of cool, slippery leather beneath her.
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In one moment of clarity, she realized that it didn't matter what happened next. She didn't care if he decided that he didn't want her; she had that second, that delicious, eternal second that would reign infinitely in her memory. He moaned again as she kissed his chest. That sound was music to her appreciative ears. It was the most beautiful, mesmerizing sound she had ever heard.
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Smooth, trained fingertips.
Exploring.
Exciting.
His mouth connected to her own- the feel of his tongue teasing hers.
The taut muscles of his torso.
Dangerous.
Intoxicating.
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Neither one... wanted it to end.
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A moment locked in time forever.
Theirs.
Something shared- something sacred.
Beautiful.
Exquisite.
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He was her first taste of real...
Bliss.
End A/N: Whoo. I wrote that all in one sitting. I hope that it was as good as I wanted it to be. I didn't think it was really smutty or anything; I tried to keep it tasteful. Anyway, thanx for reading my story, and don't forget to review please! (Especially if I need to change the rating or anything. I thought I kept it pg-13, but...)
exhausted... I.L.B.