Disclaimer: Y'know who owns YGO!? A man. An Asian man, at that. Dustbunny? She is… an American girl (Yes, I just blatantly ripped off Tom Petty. Feel free to smack me)
Relationship: PegasusCyndia… sorta
POV: Third person
Warning(s): A quarter of a smidgeon of language at the end. This is another attempt at a psychological story, and it might just come across as befuddling…
A/N: I have no earthly idea where in all the worlds this came from. I was trying to work on the BakuraMai request when I realized what holiday is fast approaching. So I figured, why not write something for the occasion. Then I figured that writing something sweet would be flat-out cliché. So I start out with an idea involving Vivian and Kaiba or Yugi. So where does this thing come in? Please refer to the first line of this note. Or, you know, just read the story
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His chuckle was low and seductive.
His sigh was sweet and content.
It was so nice to have Cyndia at home again...
Her whimper was tired and frightened.
Her protest was muffled and weak.
What she wouldn't do to be in her own home again...
He lay next to her, pulling her tightly against him. She looked so beautiful in the white gown he had given her. Over her head he could see the red rose bouquet he had given her along with it. The color complimented her complexion so.
She stiffened as he lay beside her, tried to wiggle out of his grasp in vain. She felt so awkward in the white gown she'd awoken to find herself in, so out of place. Following his gaze, she spotted an elegant vase full of luscious red roses. Despite the romantic ideals related with them, the deep crimson color sent a shiver down her spine.
He felt her shiver against him and smiled with pride. She'd have to wait, though; he wanted only to hold her for now. He ran his fingers through her thick blond hair, relishing the silky texture. He held her more closely, savoring the feeling of her feminine shape meshing with his more masculine physique. Inhaling deeply, he licked his lips at the delicious smell of her perfume. So good to have her back...
She stiffened more and more as he continued to find new ways to explore her. She held in a gasp as he ran his fingers through her hair, messed with her attempts at escape. If not for how tightly he held her, she would have jerked away as he breathed in her scent. Oh, to be able to get away...
He gazed down at her pretty face as she smiled sweetly up at him, lips full and red.
She looked up at him, wishing that the gag would disappear so she could spit in his face.
He kissed her forehead, appreciating the clean, smooth skin.
She retched at his lips on her dirty brow, willing the dead skin to litter his intrusive mouth.
He nuzzled her neck, smiling when she presented more of it.
She bit down on her gag, tried again to pull away as he cuddled up to her.
"Cyndia," he whispered in bliss.
That's not my name, you freak, she thought in revolt.
"I love you," he breathed against her.
I despise you, she wanted to answer.
He smiled wider against her, oblivious to her grimace.
She grimaced, all too aware of his smile.
In an almost sing-song voice, "Happy Valentine's Day."
Rot in Hell, she thought in reply.
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Dustbunny: Can you tell I blanked on an ending?
Mai: Gee, who could possibly tell?
Marshmallow: Hey, there, still with us? Lots of free time, huh? Put it to use and leave a review