They say that loves a bitch

Read my lips

I've waited all my life for a bitch like this

For a kiss like this

Clean up the hotel suite

You've made a mess of me

You've got me on my knees

I'm spinning out

I'm tangled in your sheets

You've got the best of me

We're never coming down

But we're coming

The Summer Set – Love Like This

Mika stood behind Bakura as he walked up to the front desk of the hotel. He'd driven about an hour out of town before he pulled off the highway and into a nice city that she had visited with her parents before on small family trips. The hotel had a lavish entryway and she felt ridiculously self-conscious in her hastily pulled on jeans and her silk pajama tank top, so much so that Bakura had given her his jacket. She gripped the ends of the sleeves, hiding her hands from view as she stared down at her toes. Her sandals allowed her to see that the red polish was chipped on her left big toe and it frustrated her like nothing ever had – like she could suddenly trace all her troubles back to that imperfectly polished toenail.

Bakura, in the mean time, had one had shoved into his back pocket fidgeting with the foil packages he had hastily grabbed out of his glove compartment while he waited for the bored-looking girl at the front desk to run his credit card and see that he actually had the kind of money it took to stay the night there. Well, his father had the money, he was just in the mood to take advantage of the fact that his father was well off and did not mind spending money to keep his boys happy. Or "happy" – it really did not matter to Iwao, who had lived most of his life believing that they were one and the same.

"Alright, Mr. Bakura, if you'd just sign here then I can give you the keys to your room on the fifth floor," the girl said as she looked around him at the plain-faced Mika. Her blue eyes peeking out from under her dark brown lashes; she could not get a hold of the situation and the way the hotel clerk was looking at her certainly was not helping. Bakura had obviously been distraught – he drove the whole way without breathing a word – but there was something else between them, something absolutely electric and it made her stomach twist in that funny way it did when he was about to kiss her.

"You're all set. You just need to drop you key card off here at the front desk by noon tomorrow. Please enjoy your stay," she went back to her computer screen after sliding the card over to Bakura. He picked the plastic card up and wrapped his arm around Mika's shoulders in order to guide her to the elevators. Once the steel doors closed Mika let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding and leaned back against the wall.

"Sorry to be dragging you around so late at night."

Mika's blue eyes peered into Bakura's brown ones and she saw the humor hidden in them, although it did not register on the rest of his face, she knew he was teasing her. Her lips curled up and she laughed, releasing all of the tension that had embedded itself in her muscles and lighting up Bakura's face in the process. She wormed her hand out of one of the too-long sleeves and gripped his free hand as the elevator dinged. He squeezed back.

The elevator room gave way to a long corridor full of doors and she dutifully followed Bakura to the door that would belong to them for the night. He flicked a light on to reveal a decently sized room, a large king-sized bed was the centerpiece of the room with a dresser holding a large flat-screen television directly in front of it. The bathroom was to the right of the entrance and to the left was a built-in shelf with a coffeepot and the necessary supplies.

Bakura kicked his shoes off and made his way to the bed where he more or less allowed himself to collapse into a heap. Mika watched him for a moment before slipping her sandals off and making her way toward him. When she reached the corner of the bed she peered down at him and he cracked open one smoldering brown eye. She smiled and he gave her a grin but it did not reach his eyes.

"Hey now, I hope you didn't bring me here just so that I can watch you cry. You're not the type, Yuichi. I know how much this sucks, but you've been your own man for so long. You aren't that little boy anymore and you are in such a good place right now otherwise …"

He looked at her for a moment, his fingers again brushing over his pocket, and considered her. She had climbed up on the bed next to him and was propped up on an elbow, her dark brown hair falling over to one side and exposing her pale neck. Her blue eyes burned into him in the dim hotel room light. Her eyes matched the blue of her silk tank top that peaked out from under the overwhelming black jacket that she'd taken from him on their way.

"Mika," he breathed her name as he reached out and pushed one end of his jacked off of her shoulder and pulling it all the way down her arm. She shivered as his warm hand trailed back up her arm to her shoulder and he gripped her there; his fingertips all exerting differing amounts of pressure, as if testing her sensitivity to his touch. She lowered herself onto her now folded elbow and suddenly her blue eyes were parallel with his brown ones.

He released her shoulder and let his hand rest on her neck, his thumb just barely brushing up over the ridge of her jaw. Her breathing was starting to become uneven, even as she tried so very hard to control it. "I need you, Mika."

Her pink tongue shot out of her mouth to wet her lips, buying herself time so that she could muster the focus and energy required to respond to his powerful statement, "I'm right here."

Bakura's lips curled up at the corners and she watched as the devious smirk on his mouth made its way up to his eyes, "Well that's all fine and good, but that's not exactly how I meant it." He took tiny little pauses between each word and she could have sworn his voice had gotten deeper, his accent stronger.

At that moment in time Mika had a decision to make – she could go out on a limb and take the opening he was so obviously giving her or she could play coy. As she pretended to consider the "options" before her, she unbuttoned her jeans. She grinned as his eyes shot down to where her hand was hesitating at her zipper. She was wearing her silk pajama bottoms under her jeans because she had gotten dressed so quickly and they were uncomfortably bunched in her skinny jeans.

She unzipped as she leaned forward, closing the gap between them and whispering the next few words she spoke against his plush lips, "I know exactly what you meant."

His body reacted before he could fully internalize her words, his lips pressed firmly against her own and his hands shot up to pull her over him, tearing the rest of the jacket off of her before going to rest on the small of her back and her neck. She groaned into his mouth as she felt him beneath her, her fingers curled at the edges of his faded navy blue shirt and the tips of her nails scraped his stomach and made him shiver.

He pulled away and seemed to be trying to say something, but she ignored him and her lips found purchase on his neck. "Mika, hold on …"

He rolled her over so quickly that she actually screamed a little bit in surprise, "I just need to do something really quick."

Mika sat up confused as he went over to the discarded jacket and pulled out her cell phone. He stared down at the phone for a moment and she raised a brow at him as he grabbed his phone as well. He flashed her the black screens of their iPhones, "No interruptions this time."

She blushed all the way down to her toes but she smiled all the same, "No interruptions."

He came back over to her and kissed her face gently as he made his way down to her lips, his fingers hooking themselves in her jeans and pulling. She lifted her hips for him and he tugged them off of her legs. He smiled as she tugged at his shirt and pulled it over his head exposing his pale, well-toned chest.

She pulled him back up to her and he put some of his weight on her as he stretched out to cover her body with his. The kissed one another hungrily, their teeth pulling at one another's lips when they tried to sneak in breaths or exhales. The harder they kissed the harder they breathed and their chests pressed tightly together allowed Bakura to notice that Mika hadn't had time to put a bra on before coming outside earlier. He liked that.

Mika was busy running her fingers up and down his back, occasionally feeling brave enough to dip her fingers down the back of his jeans. She liked the little grunts and groans that she got in response, but she particularly loved the way that his hips bucked into hers. On one such exploration her fingers ended up in his back pocket and she found the little foil-wrapped packages that he'd stuffed there earlier. She brought them up to her face and stared at them, her lips stopped moving as the reality of the situation dawned on her.

Bakura, noticing her pause, pulled away and looked up at her hand at what had her so transfixed. She moved her eyes from the condoms over to him and he smirked, "Mika, dear, we're nowhere near ready for those yet." He pulled them from her hand and tossed them onto the bedside table.

"Do we need all of those?"

He let out a hearty laugh, "Darling little Mika, let's see how the night goes, then you can answer that question for me."

Her face colored again, but her eyes darkened and he liked the way she could be herself and be someone he so thoroughly craved at the same time. She kissed him again and he pulled away and pulled down her shorts in the same movement. Her eyes widened as she felt him pull her legs apart wide enough to fit his hand between them, his long fingers pushing their way past her outer folds and touching her most sensitive skin.

His eyes rolled back and his jaw slacked a bit as he felt the extent of the effect he had on her, the heat and the moisture that sang to him. Mika's head lolled back on the pillows and she let out a low moan, "Fuck Bakura –"

He smirked at her and continued to move his fingers over the bundle of nerves between her legs as she groaned and twitched, becoming completely inept under him. Normally he really liked this part, the required foreplay during the first encounter, but right that moment he loved it. She was so responsive to him, her blue eyes opening and closing as small sighs and growls escaped her parted lips.

There was no question to if Mika loved it or not, her fingers wound themselves in his hair and pulled him closer so she could lick the corners of his mouth and kiss the point of his noise as she squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the sensations he was giving her. And then he pulled away and she mewled and her eyes shot open when she felt his hair brushing her thighs and his tongue making a trail up her left thigh.

And then his tongue picked up where his fingers left off and she twitched, her hips shooting up to get him closer, to make the sensation harder, faster. His left hand flew up to her hips and held her down and she groaned as he nipped at her clit in punishment – a punishment that only served to make her moan louder. The fingers of his right hand squeezed her thigh before finding their way inside of her. First one long pale finger and then another. She hardly had any time to contemplate the slight discomfort as his tongue picked up the pace and his left hand crept up her stomach and pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He blew out his breath onto her wet, highly sensitive clit and shoved another finger up into her. He probed her gently at first and then spread his fingers out in the tight space, widening her and prepping her for his very erect penis. And then it happened, the way he was using one hand to rub both of her nipples, the was his hot tongue pressed against her clit and the way his long, long fingers felt set off something inside of her that her own explorations never had and the fiercest orgasm she had ever dreamed possible over took her body. She screamed his name as her body convulsed with pleasure, every nerve ending in her body singing as waves of pleasure danced over her senses.

His breaths came hard as he rested his face on her stomach; he was eyeing her hip bone as he wiped his mouth on her hot skin. Her fingers were wound so tightly in his hair that if he were not so fully aroused in that moment he would have been in excruciating pain. Mika was still pulsing gently at her core, milking his fingers as they gently twisted their way out of her tight wetness.

"That was, I don't even believe – fuck, fuck, fuck. Bakura …"

He rolled over and began unbuttoning his jeans, finally paying attention to how uncomfortably tight they were against his hardness. He turned his dark gaze on her for a moment and stole her breath away all over again, "Take your shirt off."

She nodded pulling it over her head and sitting up next to him, licking her lips as he exposed his erect penis to her. Before he could stop her and before she could consider the fact that she did not have much experience in cock sucking, she bent her head down to his crotch and licked him from base to tip and made him absolutely shudder. She had wrapped her lips around the tip when he gripped her hair, "Fuck Mika, fuck, that's amazing but that's," he paused as she tried to take more of him in her mouth, "Fuck, that's not what I want most right now."

In a completely audacious move Mika pulled herself off of his dick, her lips making a popping sound as they released his now pinkish-red length. She heard the tearing of foil and she pulled back completely as she saw him roll the condom on. She knew that she should be afraid, maybe even anxious, but all she felt was excitement and desire and lust. She felt the throbbing in her nether regions and she whimpered as he gripped her hips and brought her to him. He was leaning back against the pillows and the headboard and she was positioned right over his lap.

"Lower yourself," he breathed as he gripped her hips tightly in his long fingers. She could feel her skin bruising but it only made the moment more erotic. He was leaving a lot up to her; mostly for fear that he'd take her too quickly should they start with any other position. Desire made her incredibly obedient (and brave) and so she lowered herself down onto him, the slickness between her legs making it easier than she thought that it might have been.

A wonderful noise escaped Bakura's throat as Mika pushed herself all the way down. "Finally …"

Her eyes shot up to his closed ones when he growled the word into her ear, "Ugh Bakura …"

She felt his hips roll beneath her and she gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his taut flesh. "Move Mika, fuck …"

He leaned his face down to hers and captured her lips as she struggled to move, the tender feeling in her lower regions slowly giving way. Not to say that it didn't hurt. She felt her body strain to accommodate him as they moved faster against one another, but the way that he was holding her, the way that he was kissing her, and the way that he was making her feel negated her desire to slow down and focus on pain. He was being so wonderful, he felt so wonderful.

At some point they both realized that there was not enough friction between them and he pulled out of her for a tiny moment so that he could lie beneath her. She dragged her eyes over his body before she lay down over him and he guided himself back inside of her. She moved over him, her body pressed hard against his. Both of the lovers were covered in a thin sheen of sweat as the neared the peak.

He twitched and she lost it, her body disconnecting from her mind. She felt herself convulsing over him, she heard herself screaming into his shoulder, her nails digging into his shoulders. He tried to last, but the way her walls pulled at him made him lose it and he came hard. He gripped her tightly as she went limp over him.

He rolled her over and pulled out of her – an action that caused them both to whimper at the loss – and tossed his condom in the direction of the trash can. He pulled her to him, his fingers ghosting over her skin.

"That was so fucking hot Mika," he grumbled into her ear, his voice coming back to him. She moaned in response, her fingers scratching his scalp. She shivered and he pulled covers over them, but as she pressed herself against him he had a sneaking suspicion that it was not because she was cold. Her lips pressed to his collar bone and grazed over a hickey that she had given him earlier.

She called his name and he turned his face down to look at her; the moment they made eye contact he felt her nails tangle themselves in the white curls of his lower abdomen and he saw the grin on her face.

"Again?"

Bakura woke up the next morning to blue eyes and long legs tangled up with his own. Mika savored the way her body had folded itself to fit into his, the way he was holding her in a very un-Bakura-like way, sacrificing some of his own comfort for hers. She twisted around to look him straight in the face, the early morning light coming through the curtains.

"Good morning, Yuichi Bakura."

He kissed her forehead in response, "Good morning Mika Koyama."

She felt the hardness between his legs as she pressed herself against him, "One for the road?"

So sorry for the long wait, but I think it was worth it - no? I hope you liked it!

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