title: Bad Influence
pairing:Anzu x Yami Bakura
summary: It was all she could say, and it was a battle to say that, but she felt some how stronger for doing it, like she hadn't given over totally. Yet.
rating: M
notes: Mischievous Bakura and Anzu and piles of laundry, what more could you want?
standard disclaimer applies.

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She sighed and threw the black boxers into the washing basket, absently reading what they said, rolling her eyes. 'Macho man'. God Bakura was weird sometimes… especially with his clothing…

Anzu sighed again thinking about last night, the way he had rubbed against her, his hands around her stomach as they stumbled back to her apartment. she was completely drunk, and Bakura was just a little tipsy (as far as he would admite however). She stopped her cleaning to think about it, his hands and the way he had kissed her and touched her and… she could almost feel it now.

Wait no, those hands were real. And so was that mouth as it kissed down her neck.

"Morning love" a raspy voice said in her ear. All she could do was make some sort of whimper in reply. He chuckled, and it sent shivers down her spine. The hand that gripped the basket was white as she tried everything to keep her knees from buckling, because she was getting dangerously close to collapsing. "So I take it that you're glad to see me?"

"Yes." It was all she could say, and it was a battle to say that, but she felt some how stronger for doing it, like she hadn't given over totally. Yet.

"Well that's good." Gently he took the basket out of her hand, discarding it somewhere onto the floor. She couldn't restrain herself, she sighed, she had a feeling that she was going to be doing more dirty washing.

Bakura had just come out of the rain, it was absolutely pouring outside. All his clothes were wet, and they were steadily soaking hers as well.

"I thought you had gone home?" she said, pulling away from his grasp to continue her cleaning. She picked up her basket and went on her way, throwing in her shirt from last night.

"Well, I figured I had to come back to pick up my clothes that I left here."

"Mmm, well you're going to have to wait longer before they come out of the wash." She stuffed his jeans into the basket.

"Fine by me." He crossed his arms and cocked and eyebrow at her.

"In that case, can you go drip in the kitchen? It's easier to mop up." If he thought he could just sneak up on her like that and then kiss her like it was no bodies business, he had another thing coming. "God my back hurts." She stretched her back out, arching backwards, chest thrusting forwards, she let out a low moan from the back of her throat. Then lent forwards, feeling all her vertebrae click into place.

She straightened out and saw to her delight that Bakura had gone stiff, his eyes just watching her as she lengthened her self out like a cat. Now for the icing on the cake…Leaning over the bed she went to grab something, making that in the process Bakura could see right down her shirt. She heard him growl somewhere down the back of his throat, trying to restrain himself in their unspoken battle of wills, and she had a feeling that she was winning. She positioned the basket on her hip so that it made her sway a little as she walked, reaching him she whispered in his ear softly, "Kitchen, now" He looked at her confused. Kitchen? What Kitchen? Why now?! She turned to him from the door. "You are dripping water everywhere!" she smirked and walked out. He growled again, saucy little minx.

He went out of the room as well; she wasn't getting away from him now. He came up behind her and grasped his arms around her waist. She let out a loud moan as he bit down on her neck. Her basket dropping as her back arched. Swiftly turning her, he crashed her mouth onto hers.

"You do not get away from me that easily…" his voice was vicious with the heat in his body. "Never that easily…" His hands went to the hem of her shirt. Gently going underneath and sliding up her sides. He once again threw the basket out of her hands and kicked it away, just to make sure. Then he kissed her again, walking her backwards on to her bed and then they both went tumbling backwards.

"You are such a bad influence, do you know that?" she muttered as he looked over her.

"You love it."

"Too bad if I didn't, right?"

"Right."

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