He searched her face for an answer.

"Why?" He asked again, "Isn't that the reason you're going to Julliard. To be the greatest."

She shifted her eyes to the floor and sipped her wine some more, hoping for the courage to speak.

"I'm not going to Julliard."

Dark blue orbs flashed and narrowed. "What do you mean, of course you're going." His eyes widened. "Anzu what have you done you stupid girl, what was that proposal you agreed to?"

She tried to step away, but it always seemed that he was faster and stronger. Able to take hold of her within the instant he thought to. He shook her lightly.

"Anzu answer me, what was that deal?"

Anzu gave the struggle up as lost, allowing Seto to remove the glass from her hands and put it down, she fell against him and cried.

"He made me an offer I couldn't refuse. He said that he would organise an entry to our national dance company if I would give up the idea of a scholarship with Julliard."

"That makes no sense, why would you settle for a second string role when you could be the best? What aren't you telling me?"

Her next lot of words came out jumbled and largely incoherent. But he understood the meaning all too clearly.

"Anzu you stupid fool, you should have said. He has no hold over me or the company, if anything I can break them all, I've only to cut my ties with this deal."

Anzu stepped back partially.

"But you can't, isn't it going to p-put you beyond the reach of any opposition you have here?" Her voice shook with the tears that still fell freely.

He exhaled sharply. "Yes, but I have other ways of doing it. I'm no longer reliant on them, though the break into the American market would have been timely." He added.

He raised an amused brow as he watched her unceremoniously drag her sleeve down her arm, grasping a corner and wiping her nose and eyes free of moisture.

"Sorry," she offered quietly trying to clean his shirt.

"So you should be." But there was quiet amusement behind the reprimand. "Tell me, how was your meeting with Angela?"

"How? How did you know I was there?"

"Answer my question first and then I'll think about telling you."

She didn't respond. Sensing that the silence could last an eternity he prompted further.

"Is two and two making four now?"

"Yes." Replying softly while biting her lip again.

A low growl emanated from the depth of Seto's chest.

"You do realise there's a penalty for biting your lip so often?"

She shook her head; worried but curious by the possible reparation she would receive.

He stepped within her comfort zone; burying his hands within her hair he lowered his face closer to her own, hovering inches from her mouth.

"I might have to kiss you to stop it disappearing forever." He whispered, his breath warm and soothing on her mouth.

She had no time to reply, his mouth had swiftly claimed her own, and his hands began to roam freely.

Breathless she pushed away somewhat. Her chest heaving, pupils dilated. A light flush covered her body. Through her haze Seto did not appear to be coping much better. Leaning conspiratorially towards him she whispered.

"As much as I love dancing, I don't want my first time to be on a cold hard floor."

Smirking he tugged her arm and exited the room. They wended their way through another passage she had not seen before. Reaching the top of the stairs he pushed firmly on the panel before him, with a start she realised where they were. Seto had more than one entrance to his bedroom.

Taking command of her again he pushed her back against the door, forcing it closed.

"If you're not ready, you'd better say stop now, because shortly I won't be able to." His voice came through low and husky.

"I couldn't if I wanted to." Her own voice now low in passion.

His hands inched further under the hem of her skirt; his mouth skimmed her neck stopping over the rapid pulse. He let his teeth lightly graze and nip the area, kissing softly to sooth the small marks. He motioned with his hand on her thigh to open her stance, so he could move closer. Deftly he let his hands skim over her legs to her rear, lifting he pinned her with his own weight, the sensation sending shocks through her deeply aroused body. Clinging tightly with her legs, she let her fingers slide through his hair and trace the lines of his face. Finding himself with no room to manoeuvre he shifted them towards the bed, causing her to lose her momentum briefly as she laughed from her sudden descent to the soft mattress.

His eyes were predatory as they swept over her, the thin shirt doing nothing to hide her arousal. Pushing the flimsy material up, he placed small kisses across her abdomen, his hand inching further to caress her breast. He growled in frustration as her shirt slipped back towards him. Anzu was too lost in the feeling to be of any assistance. Pushing upwards with both hands, he slid it up and off, flinging it away he returned his attention to her chest. Balancing his weight upon his arms, he leaned forward to kiss her temple, moving down to her nose, landing finally on her lips, already swollen from his previous assault upon them. Feeling her leg snake round behind his own, he tried but wasn't quick enough to stop the full force of his landing, as she pulled him closer. Anzu didn't noticed the weight only the very real feeling of Seto's arousal. Taking charge she struggled with buttons of his shirt, trying desperately to make her hands obey the simple act of undoing. It took an age but they were finally released and the shirt thrown to join her own. She tried to manipulate their position, wanting to be on top, but found her opposition to strong. Her only consolation to be moved further up the bed. She let her hands roam downwards, he raised slightly to allow her access, moaning as her hand brushed over the front of his slacks. Undoing the button, she kissed his neck and chest sliding the zip of his pants down slowly. Bringing her right leg up she hooked her toe into the top of his underwear and pushed down, but the awkward position would not allow them to go far. Lifting her left foot she did the same that side. With the two sides now evenly proportioned she worked both feet together, finally forcing the material all the way from him into a discarded pile on the floor.

She arched her back as she felt his hand move beneath her, the contact with her heated skin nearly overloading his senses. Stopping for a moment, he steadied himself. Regaining control he undid the zipper and pushed her skirt and underwear down over her thighs, letting his own foot complete their journey to the floor. He couldn't hold much longer, and the thought of her first time weighed heavily in the back of his mind. No matter what came after, this would be the benchmark they would all be compared to. Readying himself he whispered softly in her ear, tiny kisses and warm breath distracting her from the initial force of his entry. She swallowed hard, a small whimper escaping the confines of her partially opened mouth. Seto as with all things he wanted, waited patiently readministering small kisses along her neck and jaw line, looking for the sign that she was ready to proceed. A small moan escaped as he moved ever so slightly to stop his bulk crushing her, a tiny smirk pulled his lips as he began a slow and steady rhythm. Her body burned with the heat between them, and her muscles clenched, with nerves exploding as she reached her climax. She continued to throb as Seto arrived at his own, causing her to experience another less frantic yet satiable result. A feeling of total contentment washed over her. Snuggling close she kissed his chest. His body held a light sheen of sweat leaving a salty tang in her mouth. Eyeing him slyly through her bangs, she pulled her teeth slowly across her bottom lip.

"Torment. Go to sleep."

a/n - and there you go Rashi. Hopefully that meets your approval