(Goodness, it's been a while since I've updated so loads of apologies there. So much work, so much work. It should all be calmed down by the end of the next week so I can get back to trying to getting a chapter written and posted every few days. Summer vacations almost upon me so I'm happy about that. Lots of writing time then. Read on, Dears)
Chapter Eight
Anzu did not regret doing as he had ordered and staying. They were back in his study and it felt exactly like she remembered, like when they were a couple. She sat in his lap while he worked on his computer, a few documents spread out on the table. When he worked, his attention was undivided, entirely focused on only his work. She enjoyed watching him. Brows furrowed in concentration and a small frown beset his expression. It was not that he enjoyed working but more that he had to do it in the responsibility of his job as CEO. Yes, he could get someone else to do it for him but he did not trust others in the more important of works, nor was he satisfied by anyone other than himself.
Leaning back against him, her fingertips ever-so-gently brushed over his thighs, head rested against his collar with her eyes closed. It was silent apart from their breathing, the tapping of his fingers on the computer keys and the occasional scribble of a pen as he jotted down some notes. It was comforting, to feel the warmth he provided and how his chest subtly rose and fell with his breathing, listening to the very quiet sound of his beating heart. So soothing, the mere knowledge of his presence near her. She knew that she was an idiot for falling in love with him; the very same thought had come to her many times before. But the ring around her finger that promised her to someone else was the very last thing on her mind.
She didn't recall falling asleep but she must have since the next time she opened her eyes morning light was streaking into the room. At first, she was unsure of where she was. It was definitely not the study. Sitting up, the covers tumbled down her front to pool at her waist and she slowly slid her legs off the bed, touching the floor. Her gaze fixed one the framed hand-drawn color pencil sketch of a Blue Eyes on one of the walls. A smile crossed onto her lips. She was in Seto's room.
Slowly she slid from the bed and one look at the thin, gold-plaited watch of her wrist gave her a small start. It was ten twenty-seven. She didn't hurry, taking her time to rinse up in bathroom and straighten out herself and her clothes. There was no way she could have not noticed that her blouse had been open fully. It had not been that way the night before. Just how many drinks had Seto had last night? She would not put it past him to take advantage of her in her sleep, drunk or not. As soon as she found herself presentable she left the bedroom to search and see if anyone else was around. At least ten minutes passed before she stumbled in to find someone in the kitchen. There she saw what could only be called the end of the world.
Seto Kaiba was cooking.
Not only cooking. Actually looking like he knew what he was doing. Coming up beside him she took a sniff and smiled over at him, not surprised to find that he was acting as though she wasn't there. That was why when he suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the cheek she let out a surprised yelp. "I hope you slept well."
Nodding her head in response, she sighed and walked her fingers up his arm. "That looks really good," she said, nodding at the delicious looking omelet he had cooking.
"Oh, this isn't for you. If you want breakfast you have to make it yourself."
She knew he was only teasing but that did not stop her from hitting him on the shoulder. "Jerk."
"Good morning to you too," he looked to her again, their blue eyes meeting and he gave her one of those very rare, echt smiles.
Rolling her eyes Anzu sat down at the kitchen table, the smile on her face lingering as she watched him. "Where's cute little Moki?"
"At school."
"And you aren't you rushing off to work because...?" She stopped to let him finish the rest of her sentence and answer the question at the same time.
"I could not leave you here all alone and come back to find my house torn up."
Playfully, she glared at him and raised a hand to her chest as if thoroughly insulted. When he came over to set the plates of their breakfast and mugs of hot coffee down on the table she grabbed his tie and pulled him down. "I really do hate you."
"I know that." There was no chance for her to reply as he pressed his lips to hers for a single sweet moment. However, as she had begun to take him into a deeper, more intimate show of fondness he pulled away from her and sat down to start on his meal.
Why did he have to behave that way? So warm and welcoming, then withdrawn and icy. She never knew what he wanted or what he was thinking. Their meal went quietly and afterward she got another little surprise.
"So do you double as a housekeeper or something now?" she asked as Seto washed the dishes. He ignored her comment, sinking one of the plates in soapy water. Sighing, she walked up behind him as he washed the dishes. Slowly wrapping her arms around him, she pressed him into the counter lightly so he couldn't pull away. Reaching in front of him, her fingers slowly undid the top few buttons of his shirt, tugging it off one shoulder she lightly dragged her lips up his bare flesh, her fingers sliding up his front, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. "Thank you, angel."
"You're welcome."
That was it. That was all he said and it was all he did. Not at all the action or response she had been hoping for. That was the problem with expectations. They were always getting crushed. "Ummm... it's getting... well, it's nearly noon. And-... I really... need to go back..." Anzu murmured, stepping away from him, feeling slightly awkward. Was she no longer attractive to him? If she wanted to see some true emotion out of him would she have to get him drunk every time? She was convinced that something about her was making him like this. Usually... usually if they were close she would not be able to get more than two feet away from him before he seized her again and brought her back to him. Who was she kidding? Really, she was constantly reminding herself how long it'd been. Nothing had changed overnight.
"I'll take you back..."
Thirty minutes later he had stopped in front of her hotel and leaned over to slip a hand behind her neck and tug her into a deep kiss. Every worry and doubt that occupied her mind disappeared. He was the only one who could do that to her. Their country could be in the middle of a nuclear war and the two of them in the very center and if she was in his arms she'd feel safe. When Seto held or kissed her the only thing that mattered was Seto.
His fingers delicately caressed the side of her face, soft and gentle. For him, this sort of touch seemed almost too innocent. Like the way a small child would try to butter up its parents before asking for something it had wanted. It seemed as though he wanted something else to come out of this.
The warm feel of his mouth, his lips fitted perfectly over hers, it was sensational. He could kiss her a million times in a single day and she would not tire of it. Because with Seto, it was always different and always so wonderful. That unique taste of his tongue; it made everything seem like nothing. She didn't fight him for dominance, letting him have it as she savored the moment, her arms wrapped around his neck while as her fingers buried into his silk tresses. Finally, he had to break the kiss because she would have carried it on forever. Opening her eyes the first thing she saw were the deep sapphire depths of his enchanting eyes. He was too close, she couldn't think. She couldn't do anything but stare at him. Too good to be true, all of it. With one single show of affection such as this one made up for all the other things that had bothered or frustrated her.
"I want to be seeing you very soon," he said, his fingers toying with a few strands of her brunette hair.
"Of course," she answered, perhaps a little more breathlessly than she intended or wanted it to come out. Picking up her purse from the floor she stole another kiss from him before getting out and shutting the door. She would have gazed after his car as he drove up had she not heard an all too familiar voice calling out.
"Anzu! Where've you been? I have been getting worried about you. Who were you with?" Yugi was here.
(Sorry if it's a bit short. I'm all so very busy so I do not have much time to spare on my writing, unfortunate as that might be. But I do hope its good enough. I promise to update as quickly as I can. Reviews, my hearts! Reviews! They're the light at the end of my tunnel)
