B-o-n-d-s

Disclaimer: Do I really have to repeat that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh?

Author Notes

Insomnia is a good thing sometimes, but really – just sometimes. In this case, I'm grateful for it because it gave me this idea.

Treasure

Tea × Yami Bakura

He enjoyed every moment spent with her.

She was talking to him cheerfully, making dinner for the two of them, standing on her tiptoes over the kitchen sink to open the cupboard and find a spice she's been looking for. She was chatting pleasantly about the things at school, stupid math teachers and Seto Kaiba once again being a conceited jerk for calling Joey a brainless mutt.

But he was only half-listening to her words. He preferred to have her this way – only her and him and the solitude of her house. No spiky-haired annoyance (although with a worthy puzzle hanging around his neck...but he promised he would leave the Pharaoh alone), no brash, blond duelist wannabe and his equally weird and loudmouthed friend with a bad haircut...

He sighed and glanced at her, roaming around the kitchen and finally sitting down across him after putting a plate for him and herself.

He enjoyed watching her humming playfully.

She smiled at him when she removed the plate from the table, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. He smirked when she pulled away and he pulled her back to kiss her fully on the lips. She let out a yelp that was quickly silenced with a passionate kiss.

"Bakura!" She exclaimed, pulling away from his hastily to steady the plate in her hands that was swaying dangerously, the action caused by his fervent kiss.

He grinned wolfishly at her and released her almost reluctantly to let her leave him and put the plate on the sink.

He enjoyed watching her blushing profusely when he would kiss her neck and crawl his way up her shirt, tickling and teasing her while she squirmed, laughed and begged him to stop at the same time.

He liked hearing her laugh.

The sound reminded him strangely of bells, jingling and singing melodically. It was contagious and he had to restrain himself from giving in, not allowing himself to laugh with her. It would only ruin and spoil the beautiful music.

She curled up next to him after dinner, sighing contently and relaxing in his arms, closing her eyes slowly and letting her hair fall over his shoulder. He was slightly disappointed for not getting a chance for a, more or less, decent make-out session, but he still settled for having her leaning towards him, her head fitting perfectly under his chin and in the crook of his neck.

She let her hand roam over his chest until it found a perfect spot in the middle, fingers grasping the material of his shirt lightly. He covered it with his own, intertwining his fingers with hers gently.

The lights were on in the still house, illuminating the silence of the living room and two young people, lying neatly on the sofa. He brushed a tendril of her hair away softly, watching her sleeping face. He enjoyed watching her like that – peaceful, serene, at ease, sometimes mesmerized by the way her lips were parted slightly, the tip of her nose brushing his shirt and small breaths she took and exhaled every time her chest rose and fell rhythmically.

He enjoyed watching her sleep.

Because he was the thief, and she was his treasure.

Started and finished – 27/01/2005

Last words- 1 am fic. The idea came to me while I was trying to fall asleep, thinking of a way to write a new chapter for TLOTS. But, I must say that TLOTS and CUMK are currently on hiatus, until my inspiration decides to hit me one day without a warning and make me write something useful. Right – I'd like to thank reenas-as and MistressMoonDemon for reviewing. Yeah. And I hope you liked this, too.

-Alena-