It's like a little piece of heaven
When you stay
You make me feel like it's all
Okay
And now I know that the sun
Will only shine
When the clouds go away
Cause thats how you make me feel
Thats how you make me feel today
And you're like a little piece of candy
On my tongue
You're so much
Fun
And I flip like a butterfly
With one look in your eyes
Thats how you make me feel
Thats how you make me feel tonight
And I think I like you
And I think you like me too
Lets keep dreaming and wishing
This way
Growups don't take enough time
To play
Love, and so, it matters at the end of the day
That's how you make me feel
Thank you for making me feel this way
And I think I like you
And I think you like me too
Christina Perri - "I Like You"
Mika stifled a groan as she followed the single-file line out of the library - blessedly the last building that they had to tour before they went to the dining hall. Bakura hadn't been their assigned tour guide, but the girl leading their tour, Haruki, had decided to join their tours. You know, because, "silly Bakura didn't have time to memorize his script and I promised to help him out."
Ami, Minako and Yuka had all shot her pitiful glances as they endured an afternoon of flirty jokes on Haruki's behalf. She kept throwing eyes at Bakura and Bakura kept sending half-hidden glances over at Mika and otherwise ignored the group of students that he was supposed to be selling the university to. Mika, in turn, studiously ignored them all to the best of her ability.
"Now, if everyone would follow us to the last stop on our tour - that's right! - the dining hall!" Haruki bubbled on but the girls stopped listening.
"What a whore," Ami mock whispered.
"College girls," Minako agreed. The disgust was apparent in her voice but mostly because that's how uptight Minako was most of the time (read: when she was sober).
"Yeah, it's not that big a deal. I-I mean, what was I supposed to expect." Mika paused, trying to find the right way to justify his behavior, more for her own benefit than his. "He's -"
"A total loser," Marik chimed in as he joined the group, completely unnoticed by the tour guides (Bakura was almost literally holding the girl an arm's length away from himself) and chaperones (who were busy speaking to professors about the freedoms of teaching college courses).
"Hey!" Mika jumped into a hug, half tripping the tan boy.
"Hey yourself," he winked at the blue-eyed girl before turning up the charm on her friends. "Ladies."
Variations of honey-toned, "Hi, Marik" sounded from behind Mika.
"Why the sad eyes, Mika?"
"You very well know why! Your best friend over there sucks," Yuka snapped.
"Yeah he's –"
"He's totally not worthy of being Mika's deflowerer," Ami interrupted. "It's such a bummer he's so hot."
Mika's eyes bugged out at Ami's comment, "Hey! That's not exactly public knowledge."
"Oh, I knew – if that's what you're worried about," Marik grinned down at her. He watched the color drain from her face before coming back tenfold, "Hey, don't pass out on me." He pulled out a hip-flask and unscrewed the lid before passing it to her.
Big blue eyes shot him a grateful look as she threw her head back.
"Look at her go!" Minako laughed, already reaching for it to take a gulp of her own.
"You're a godsend, Marik," Mika coughed out, the burn of the vodka still heating her throat. "Please say you'll have dinner with us."
He laughed, taking his flask back and making a face at finding that the girls had passed it around and left it empty, "Yeah. I can do dinner – you know, for moral support."
"You can sit by me!" Ami all but shouted as she linked arms with him.
Mika rolled her eyes but regretted it almost immediately since her eyes locked with Bakura's. He looked like he wanted to walk over to her. His brown eyes were absolutely smoldering and she didn't know what to make of it and on top of all of it the vodka that she'd all but chugged was starting to make her empty stomach burn. The hot beginnings of drunken bliss were tickling the corners of her mind and she kept thinking about Ami's comment. It was too bad that he was so hot because all Mika wanted was him. Him - ungrateful, unkind, undressed.
They were more or less released into the cafeteria and the teens dispursed into the different lines. There were at least eight stations offering cuisine from all regions of the globe. Mika watched as Ami dragged Marik over to the phō line (she had once admitted that she thought watching a guy eat soup was erotic). Minako and Yuka had followed behind and then chosen the Italian station which was really just serving glorified pizza.
Mika went the traditional route - the line for bento boxes wasn't too long and some comfort food sounded good.
"Hello, love."
"Fuck."
"What was that?"
"Oh, silly Bakura - hi!" Mika stuck out her chest and fluttered her lashes but the pout on her lips and the dead look in her eyes told the truth.
Never one to back down right away, Bakura frowned at her. "That's not funny. Mika, aren't you going to give me a proper hello?"
The line moved a step forward and Mika used the moment to consider her response. "I feel that any hello I give you won't satisfy your expectations. I don't think I want to play other woman or unsuspecting girlfriend."
Bakura opened his pale mouth to retort but Mika held up a slim finger, "Oh wait, I'm not your girlfriend."
"What can I get you, miss?"
Mika turned on her heel, her face pink from vodka and Bakura and ordered the first thing on the menu.
"Young man?"
Bakura's eyes shifted down to Mika, watching her back. "I'll have the same, please." He could feel the awkward feelings of guilt and remorse bubbling around in his stomach and he didn't like it. Who was Mika to make him feel this way?
At that very moment she turned her big, blue eyes up at him from under her lashes, "Fuck Mika." Bakura frowned at her, his elegant features darkening. "I never made you any promises and you never made any to me." He grabbed her elbow in a much harsher manner than it might have seemed to anyone who was watching them. "I don't deserve this attitude from you. I'm not going to apologize."
"I didn't expect you to," Mika said. Her eyes focused on the plate she was now holding in her hands and, against her better judgment, she waited for Bakura to be served before moving on to the drink station.
He gave her a look that essentially translated to "well, then?"
"Just because I didn't expect you to doesn't mean that I didn't want you to."
They didn't speak to one another for a long while. Mika found herself following Bakura to the table where Marik and her friends were sitting. There was a large group of boys there, at least three tables had been pushed together to accommodate them all. Ami, Minako and Yuka were smiling brightly. Mika could just imagine the flirty things they'd been saying. College was a time to reinvent yourself, after all.
There were two seats open side by side. One was at the head of the group of tables and the other was to the right. The irony of the seating chart was not lost on Mika or Bakura as he took the head seat.
"Alllriiiight, who's this now?" One of the guys at the table shouted.
Mika's bright eyes flashed up to make eye contact and another boy whistled. "Keeping the exotic one to yourself, huh Bakura?"
Bakura watched as she flinched, not liking the attention. (Not liking the insinuation?) But then he saw her turn and smile at him, her eyes devious.
Mika opened her mouth to speak, ready to make a point about her relationship status with the white-haired womanizer. "What makes you think that -"
"Nah, Bakura was just catching her up to speed. Mika is totally with me," Marik joked, effectively cutting her off and moving the attention away from Bakura who was leering at Mika.
Mika tossed a sugar packet at Marik's head and the conversation shifted to what was going on later that night.
"The boys have invited us to their party tonight, Mika!" Yuka chimed.
"Yeah, I told you that Marik would pull through!" Ami said, her flirty lashes fluttering at the amethyst-eyed boy.
Minako was hardly paying any attention at all, her brown eyes focused on one of the boys at the table. He was grinning at her like they already shared some sort of secret. Had Mika cared to watch them more closely she might have noticed that Minako was absolutely love struck (which wasn't unusual but usually didn't end well.)
Bakura watched as Mika interacted with the guys. He watched them watch her.
She certainly wasn't sixteen anymore.
Dinner began winding down and guys started getting out of their seats heading off to late classes or going to nap before the weekly Friday night festivities started up.
"Let's go get ready for tonight, girls!" Yuka announced once an awkward silence fell upon the table.
"Yeah! What're your room assignments again? I hope we're all near each other!" Minako said as she pulled out her itinerary from her purse.
"I'm in Bluebird 326," Ami stated, holding up her paper.
"I'm in 328!" Yuka cheered, jumping out of her chair and hugging Ami.
"Me, too! 328!" Minako added. The three were practically foaming at the mouth.
They all turned at once to Mika who was staring at her letter with wide eyes.
"So, where are you staying?" Yuka asked, annoyed that she wasn't joining in on the cheer.
"Mockingbird 252."
"That's on the other side of the campus!" Minako complained.
"Oh, that's right, how did you pull that one off again, Bakura?" Marik asked, his eyes gleaming.
Bakura looked pointedly at Mika, "I did someone the favor of being a tour guide and I got a favor in return."
"Ohmygawd."
Mika turned and glared at her friends who were all on the precipice of saying something horribly embarrassing.
"Right, well, anyway, I have to get to class. Ladies, I can point you in the right direction, if you like?"
"Yeah, let's go." Ami said, her eyes still darting between Mika and Bakura.
"Have fun, lovebirds!" Yuka shouted as they all hurried to keep up with Marik's long strides.
"I really need a smoke."
Bakura stood up and pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket. His entire posture was provocative. "This is the best I can do for you right now."
It seemed like he meant more than the cigarettes.
Mika stood up and slid her arms into her backpack straps. She tried hard to avoid the piercing brown eyes watching her.
She looked up into his eyes, her voice apologetic. "I'll take what I can get."
The walk up to the dormitory was slow and quiet except for when Mika asked Bakura for a second cigarette and he passed her his instead.
They walked close to one another on the path, the sun was barely visible over the horizon and the golden-red light cast everything in a forgiving glow.
"Thanks."
Bakura looked down at Mika, "I didn't expect you to forgive me so soon."
"I didn't think you'd do something so nice."
"It wasn't selfless."
Mika stayed quiet. Typical Bakura to ruin a moment like that.
"So you are keeping me to yourself."
He laughed as he swiped his key card in the lock. "Something like that."
The room was much like she remembered. "Classically messy" is what she had called it on one of her previous visits.
She dropped her bag on the ground and turned on her heel. Their chests were pressed against one another - his broad and firm, hers soft and inviting.
It took him half a heartbeat to lean down the couple of inches it took to bring his mouth to hers.
Mika's fingers threaded through his soft white hair and he groaned as she bit down on his lower lip, gently tugging.
She felt his hands as he ghosted them over her body until they found their favorite places. His right hand curled around the curve of her bottom and the other squeezed her right hip. The way he was dragging his thumb over her hipbone was making her dizzy with desire.
There was a moment of hesitation as Mika drew back, her eyes turning up to search Bakura's. His eyes were closed and the intimacy of the moment made her swoon.
"What's wrong?" The question caught her off guard, mostly because the wonderfully breathy voice was in her ear instead of ghosting over her mouth like she had expected.
"Did you sleep with her?"
His nose was in her hair as he replied, "With who?"
"The girl who did you the favor -" Mika shivered as his fingers wandered over the curve of her back under her clothes. "The tour guide."
"Mika, really? Right now?" He was slowly walking her to the bedroom. Once he had her on a flat surface she'd be more cooperative.
Her mouth was back on his, hormones and a long-repressed desire winning out momentarily. He laid her onto the bed, crawling over her like a predator.
"Okay, don't tell me. But tell me how many? Between now and when you were with me?"
"What's it matter?" His question was muffled as he had unzipped her jeans and was running his tongue over her barely covered hipbone.
"It just does."
"Mika."
"Bakura."
"Mika."
"Yuichi."
He growled against her neck, pulling his face back to look her in the eyes. Those damned blue eyes.
"Why?"
"Please, just tell me."
"Get out of my bed."
"What?"
"You ruined it. Get out of my bed. I don't want you anymore."
Mika stared at him, her eyes tearing up despite her trying to will the moisture away. "Bakura, I-"
"I said get out!" He shoved her hard and she fell off the bed. Her shin made a terrible sound as it banged on the corner of the desk that was situated between Marik and Bakura's beds.
Bakura watched her with steely eyes from his perch on the bed. Mika sat on the floor hugging her leg to herself trying to contain the pain.
"I feel that any response I give you won't satisfy your expectations. I don't think I want to play perfect lover. I'm not. If I told you the number was zero you wouldn't believe me and if I said ten you'd never let me touch you again."
It stung to have her words thrown back at her. It hurt even more to see his face twisted in anger in the dim light filtering in through the blinds. She didn't have the courage to ask which was the lie. She could feel the heat running down her shin and the back of her throat was singed by the words she couldn't say.
"I need to shower." It was a stupid thing to say. She didn't need to shower. Mika got up onto her feet and limped over to the bathroom. She peeled her clothes off and winced as her jeans scraped against her rapidly bruising shin. There was a small trickle of blood but it was otherwise fine.
As she heard the pipes groan and listened to the water hit the porcelain floor she remembered that Marik had a healthy stash of pills. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the bottle of Xanax in the medicine cabinet. Just one would take the edge off. It would make her feel better about what had just happened - feel better about what hadn't happened.
Just as she plucked the pill from the little orange bottle she heard the crash of a glass against the floor followed by snarled words muffled by the pounding in her head and the rushing water.
She swallowed the pill down quickly, stumbling into the shower and wishing she had thought to grab some vodka on her way in.
By the time Mika finished showering her whole body was humming with a pleasant numbness. Her shin wasn't even bothering her.
As she pulled back the shower curtain she realized that she'd forgotten to grab a towel. She stood there staring at the pile of clothes she'd taken off earlier trying to decide if she really wanted to dry herself off with a tank top.
The hamper in the corner looked more promising and so she walked over and pulled out a shirt. Bakura's shirt. Bakura's hamper. Crap.
She pulled it over her head and tugged it down. It covered her ass, but just barely. "You can do this. No. Big. Deal."
She pushed the door open trying to remember that before the artificial numbness she was currently enjoying she was ... Heartbroken? Did it count as heartbroken when you weren't officially in love?
Bakura was sitting on the couch with an almost empty bottle of whiskey. Her heart skipped a beat. Yup. It counted.
He didn't look up from the TV. There was some sort of soccer game on but, from the way his eyes were glazed over, it was obvious he wasn't watching it.
Bakura watched her as she went back and forth. She didn't say anything to him until she sat down on the coffee table in front of him. Mika's blue eyes were downcast and her overall posture exuded a timidness that he hadn't seen since she was ten years old and he'd shoved her into the sandbox because she was taking Ryou's side in an argument he couldn't remember anymore.
He did remember the big, ugly bruise she got on her arm from landing on a little boy's firetruck. Her parents had complained to his parents and he spent the rest of his afternoons at soccer camp.
When he aged out of soccer camp and started playing on the high school team he had been able to forget about Mika. When he saw her again her freshman year all done up for school (not the way she looked the rare times she and Ryou would hang out at the Bakura house) he was awestruck. Four and a half years had served her very well. He felt his blood rush down, the tightness in his jeans bordering on uncomfortable at the thought.
His girlfriend of the time hadn't liked that, so he waited it out. When she turned sixteen and he was a senior he knew it was a "now or never situation." Maybe he should have left it at never.
But he wouldn't trade the night he had with her at the hotel for anything. Teenage dreams and all that.
"Bakura?"
He blinked at her. She must have been saying something. "What?" His voice was more gruff than he had meant for it to be, probably because he'd been drinking whiskey straight for the better part of an hour.
Mika watched him, slowly leaning closer. "I just said I was sorry." She paused to play with the hem of her lavender baby-doll top, "I shouldn't have brought it up like that."
She watched him watch her. His eyes slowly making their way up to her face. It was enough to make her fidget despite the Xanax humming through her veins.
"Can I have some?" She pointed to the bottle of whiskey and he nodded, his eyes searching her face for god only knew what.
She had to put her head almost all the way back to drink from the bottle and when the rush of caramel colored liquid flowed out faster then she expected, it spilled out of the corner of her mouth. She felt Bakura reach out and wipe it away with his long, warm fingers.
Mika set the bottle down a lot harder than she meant to, her mind swimming. "You are so fucking hot."
Bakura felt himself smile before he even had the chance to stifle it.
"I really am sorry. Don't be mad at me." She blinked her eyes at him and watched his face soften.
"I know." She smiled at his version of an apology. It hadn't changed since she'd met him. "I'm not anymore."
She tipped the bottle of whiskey back again and took a long drink, more careful not to spill this time. Bakura's fingers were resting at her neck and it was all she could do to focus on the hot burn of the alcohol.
She set the bottle down, coughing at the burn and the dirty thoughts that were running through her mind.
Her navy blue eyes opened and were met with the deep brown of Bakura's. Her pupils were dilated and his sclera were red but neither one of them noticed the drug-induced imperfections.
"I don't care if you slept with her. Or how many you slept with." Mika leaned forward and he pulled her into his lap. "I don't care because right now," she paused and leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. "Because right now, you're only thinking about me."
Her lips had just made contact with his when they heard the lock mechanism in the door whir. Marik was back.
"Oh, ew. I though you two would be - what the fuck happened to your leg?!"
When Marik pointed out her bruised shin she cursed herself for not bringing more than one pair of jeans. Her black yoga pants were fitted and ended at her knees.
Mika leaned back and away from Bakura, lifting the bottle of whiskey to her lips and Marik frowned. Bakura adjusted Mika in his lap so that instead of straddling him she was reclining against him. "She's clumsy as ever."
Lavender eyes locked with her blue ones and he could see the lie in them. "I fell off the bed. Your furniture was trying to kill me."
"Whatever. I'm going to take a quick shower, we have to get going soon."
The air was crisp as they walked down the tree lined sidewalk. Mika was bubbly, the whiskey overriding the quiet that the Xanax had brought on. Her pupils were blown up and her blue irises were thin halos around the scandalous dark centers.
"You two are soooo hot, aren't they soooo hot Mika?" Ami flew into another giggle fit, her cheeks red at her own perversion.
"You're not even drunk!" Minako chastised. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail and she'd brought out the fake lashes.
Yuka, who had been basking in the glow of the attention of some guy named Kai who'd joined them as they walked toward the clubhouse, pouted as his attention was diverted to what Ami was talking about.
Marik and Bakura, who had been walking beside Mika just a moment ago, had taken off at a quick sprint. They had turned a corner in the distance and disappeared.
And then the trees started rustling.
Kai spoke up and said that he knew where they were going and everyone went back to their quiet chatter. Yuka with Kai and Minako bickering with Ami behind big grins. Mika, on the other hand, hung back from the group, confused as to why the two had run off in the middle of their conversation.
She pulled her jacket - Bakura's intramural soccer jacket - around her shoulders more tightly. The air was colder now that she wasn't flanked by the two college sophomores.
She closed her eyes as the street lamps lit up, her arm reaching up to shield her face. She caught the scent of Baker's sweater and groaned. The hunter green sleeve smelled like grass stains, cigarettes, and the expensive Armani cologne that Ryou had bought him for his last birthday.
The sweater smelled fucking sexy.
There was a rustle in the trees and Ami shrieked, grabbing onto Kai when Marik and Bakura emerged looking quite amused. Yuka pouted as she tugged on Ami's arm, trying to wretch her off of Kai.
Minako rolled her eyes, turning to face Mika, but stopped when she noticed that she was gone. Marik was standing there instead, his back turned to her. He was staring at the group of trees, his shoulders raised as though he were preparing to yell.
Mika stared up at Bakura, his big, pale hand was wrapped tightly over her mouth preventing her from shouting out. "Be quiet."
She nodded, her blue eyes locked in place with his mischievous brown ones. He kept one hand firmly around her waist as he reached into his pocket with the other.
In the dim light that filtered through the trees Mika saw the small pipe and grinned at her captor. "I thought you were gonna follow us," he whispered as he handed it to her.
"I would have if I knew what the plan was." She paused as he lit it for her and she inhaled. The smoke was acrid, but she knew the high would be worth it - especially if she was going to keep her calm with Bakura all night.
"I just figured you knew I wouldn't be furnishing your little group of friends with drugs and alcohol all weekend."
Mika let out the smoke in a slow, thin stream like Bakura had taught her to. "Like you're hurting for money."
"Times are tough," he joked. Weed always put him in good spirits.
"Then why share with me?"
He leaned forward, his eyes dark in the dim light, "Because." He pulled away, his eyes still on her face.
Her eyes narrowed at him, "Because ...?"
"I like you."
There was a breathless moment where Mika felt like she might fall over, her heart beating much too fast. Bakura took the pipe from her hands and tucked it away, his eyes avoiding hers to the best of his ability.
"We should catch up to everyone, come on." He held his hand out to her and picked his way back to the sidewalk.
They had been at the party for over an hour and everyone had been making the most of it. There were red cups galore and there were large crowds around tables where drinking games were taking place. Just a couple of years ago Mika would have never thought that she would find herself in a place like this. She had never been interested in the party scene, but as soon as Bakura became her personal tour guide, she found it hard to stay away.
He smiled at her as he twisted the bottle cap off of a fresh beer for her. It was icy cold as she took it from him, "Thanks."
Bakura nodded, and seemed like he was about to say something when he was interrupted.
"Bakura! Hi -" the girly voice stopped when she stood in front of them, "Oh, who's this?"
Mika looked at the college girl, her hair was dyed dark blonde and her blue contacts were obvious even through the drunken haze that she was enjoying. Mika frowned, but did not say anything. She was going to let Bakura handle this.
"Is this your sister or something?" She asked, her eyes going from scrutinizing Mika back to Bakura.
Mika's dark blue eyes searched Bakura's face, he looked like he was really thinking through whatever he was about to say. Suddenly, Mika did not want to let him handle it. She could not deal with him saying that she was his sister or, worse, that she was just some high school kid on an overnight tour.
"Yeah, I'm his sis-"
"No." He shot Mika a hard look, "No, she isn't my sister."
"Oh, umm ..." The girl's face was contorted in confusion, her cheeks turning red from embarrassment.
"This is Mika, she's my girlfriend."
The girl's eyes snapped to Bakura's face and Mika took the chance to compose herself. Maybe he was just saying that because he thought that the girl was annoying.
The girl huffed and stepped around them into the kitchen. Mika kept her eyes downcast, pretending to read the label on her beer. Pretending that she was sure that he was serious. That he was her boyfriend.
"Mika, Bakura, over here!" Marik was sitting on a barstool at a table on the patio, Ami was sitting between his legs. "We're starting up a new game, get your asses over here!"
The night went by even faster once they got a good drunk on. They played a few games with Marik before someone turned the lights off and turned twinkle lights on and started blasting music. Mika basked in their glow and the fact that Bakura had introduced her as his girlfriend to a few other people throughout the night. The grin that Marik gave her the first time he heard it reassured her that maybe there was a reason to believe that it was more that just Bakura's intoxication talking.
"I love this song!" Mika shouted, her eyes bright as she tugged on Bakura's arm. "Please!" She pleaded over the music.
He smiled at her, his lips looking soft and inviting. "Fine." His tone was gruff, but his gleaming eyes told her it was all just a front.
The pushed their way onto the makeshift dancefloor (the clubhouse living room). He held her close, the grip he had on her shoulders firm, possessive. The bass thrummed through them, making their chests vibrate. Mika reached over her head to curl her fingers in Bakura's hair, she rocked her hips back and forth to the beat and he slid his hands from her shoulders down to her hips.
"Fuck." The word was growled into her ear as he tucked his face into her neck. She could smell his breath as he spoke and she shivered, pressing against him harder.
Song after song blended together, the beat of the bass varying only slightly. Mika could feel Bakura's erection hard against her back, she could feel the grip on her hips get tighter.
She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. "Should we get out of here?" Mika felt brave asking, when it came to these romantic exchanges she usually took the back seat. Most of the time she let him decide if he wanted her, afraid of the idea of rejection.
But tonight was different. Whether he meant it or not, tonight she was his girlfriend. Girlfriends had the right to ask their boyfriends if they were ready to go home.
"Hell yes," he purred, slipping his hands under her thighs and picking her up.
Once they were out in the cool night air he set her down. The path that they had walked earlier stretched out before them.
"What about Marik?" Mika asked her blue eyes focused on Bakura's fingers interlaced with hers.
"What about him?"
"Is he ... Coming home tonight?"
Bakura grinned, his perfect white teeth gleaming, "He won't bother us." He delighted in the way that Mika's face flushed at his words. He could hardly wait to make her face flush from his actions.
Mika's head was swimming as Bakura walked her through the dorm in the dark. He had managed to pull her sweatshirt off and was working his way into her pants when he finally got her onto the bed.
"Bakura," Mika groaned as he stepped back from her, all she could hear was the sound of his clothes rustling and her own heart beating.
"I'm coming doll, don't you worry."
Mika moaned again, the sound of his voice in the dark was a dangerous thing. Bakura could barely contain his own groan as he watched her writhing with desire and the remaining intoxication from their partying. He crawled up over her on the narrow twin bed. "Come here, love."
She wrapped her arms up around his shoulders, his bare skin was hot and she wanted to consume it. She wanted him to consume her. His lips found her neck and she dug her fingers into his scalp, drawing him closer. "You're the best." It was a special kind of euphoria to have him lie above her, his eyes filled with desire.
It was enough to give her flashbacks to her first time.
He chuckled into her hair, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear, burning her. "So you've said before."
"Mmhmm," she agreed as she slipped her hands down his boxers. She squeezed his ass and he thrust into her hips, into where she wanted him most. "But you said you liked me."
His fingers pushed her panties aside, her yoga pants having disappeared without her notice. "Of course I do."
Her legs wrapped around his feeling the coarse hair against her own smooth skin gave her shivers. "That feels so good!" She shifted her hips beneath him, her lips on his. "How much do you like me?"
He rolled them onto their sides, "Mika." His tone was warning, but his actions were playful. He had pulled himself down her body, his lips torturing her hipbone as his fingers toyed with the lacy edge of her panties.
"Fuck." Her breathing was shallow and the word was gasped out as though he were squeezing her tight. "I - I, Bakura, mmm."
"Yes?" He was hovering above her naked chest, his chin resting between her breasts.
"I just," She lifted her head to look at him right as he took her left nipple into his mouth. "I don't want this to ever stop."
He laughed then, sounding almost giddy as he dragged his tongue through the valley of her breasts and claimed her right nipple. "Well, I'm sure something can be arranged about that."
She slipped her hand between their bodies and gripped him, suddenly needing for him to be inside of her. She needed this moment, this day, to be real.
"Mika, ugh." Bakura growled into her neck as he pulled himself up. He reached over to his desk and pulled out a condom, wasting no time in ripping it open and putting it on.
Mika sat up to watch, her pupils still dominated her eyes and she looked devilishly good. He pushed her back against the mattress, leaning down and catching her lips right as he thrust into her.
Their reaction was exactly the same. They moaned into one another's mouths, feet brushing together and eyes rolling back under fluttering eyelids.
He moved faster, unable to stop himself despite knowing this was really only her second time.
Mika sensed his moment of hesitation and acted before it consumed him. She bit into his shoulder to muffle a moan before blurting out the first thing that came to mind, the one thing she knew from experience would make him go all night.
"Bakura, baby, fuck me." She paused to gasp in a breath, "Make me forget my name. Make sure I feel you tomorrow when I wake up." His pace slowed for a moment to catch her eyes. "I'll do the same for you, I swear."
In that instant his cock pulsed inside of her just as he completed his thrust. Her muscles contracted hard and she couldn't contain the scream of pleasure that spilled forth from her mouth.
"Fuck, shhh Mika." His hand flew up to cover her mouth as his head bent down to rest in the curve of her neck. He cursed his way through his release, allowing his words to be muffled by her thick brown hair.
As soon as Bakura regained his wits he sat up, ignoring the head rush it gave him and plucked another condom out of the drawer. Mika was on the fringe of going comatose when he pulled her up.
"Bakura!" Her shriek made him want her all the more. "What?"
"Get on all fours, I'm going to make sure you feel me for the rest of this fucking month."
"Shit," she gasped as he dipped into her, his hot chest pressed against her back. "I, I love -"
"Quiet now, love, don't ruin it." His voice was rushed, low. He sounded nervous, but his cocky movements convinced her otherwise.
Mika bit her tongue and looked over her shoulder, meeting his eyes. Maybe he would keep her from saying it, but that didn't mean he had not understood.
She licked her lips as he leaned down to kiss her. No words needed.
Mika was floating on a sea of pleasure, her body was fabulously fatigued, her eyes sealed shut with exhaustion. The only problem was that she felt very nauseous. Hours of recreational drug use and alcohol consumption left her beyond dehydrated - not to mention the exercise she and Bakura had participated in.
When slow, measured breaths were no longer cutting it she felt the bile rise in her throat. Mika shot up straight, which only resulted in making the room spin. She made a small croaking sound as she hopped off the bed, lunging for the trash can in the corner.
"Fuck, Mika -" She heard him get up, the gravelly tone of his voice not lost on her despite the gross situation she currently found herself in. The sheets rustled and soon Bakura was hunched behind her, pulling her hair back. "You're so lucky you didn't puke on me."
"Shut u-ugh," She wretched again, her stomach heaving. "Shut up."
He laughed, hard. "You're disgusting. This fucking reeks."
Mika frowned, looking over her shoulder. "Sorry. Totally not cute, huh?"
"Not even a little." He deadpanned, he seemed to be holding up just fine. Maybe he had a stronger stomach - or maybe he knew when to stop drinking. "Can you walk? You need a shower."
"Uh," her eyes tried to focus on the shape of his eyebrows, her vision blurring in and out. "You're totally sideways."
He laughed again, his warm hands coming around her, "Alright. Here we go."
"Slowly - please!" Her voice was breathy and it incited a physiological response in Bakura.
He cradled her close, "That's not what you said earlier."
Mika gagged, her eyes watering, "Bakura - soooo not the time."
"Boo." He teased as he sat her down on the shower floor. He stepped back for a moment and turned the spray on - cold.
"Ahh! Fuck Baku-ugh," she wretched into the trash can even harder as he flipped the light on.
"Shit, no lights." He groaned, his hands flying up to cover his eyes. "Let's get you clean."
Bakura was on his back, eyes closed. Mika was brushing her fingers through her hair, her body felt raw. "Your shirts are all so comfortable. I wanna sleep forever."
His chuckle made her giggle. "Okay, Sleeping Beauty, come here." He pulled her down gently, his grip borderline loving. Mika sighed contentedly as she lay down beside him.
"Bakura, I-" He silenced her with a kiss, long and slow.
"It's never going to be better for you. No one will ever make you feel more." There was a hint of apology in his tone. "I'm it for you. We're it."
"How do you know?"
"Because it's never felt anywhere near quite as good with anyone else for me." His voice was sleepy and his pupils had overtaken his brown irises hours ago. Mika's mind was hazy and she wished with all her heart that she would remember his words in the morning.
"Get on your stomach, doll. I want to see your pretty eyes tomorrow."
Mika was awestruck. She rolled onto her stomach beside Bakura, pulling the covers up and letting her hand rest on the curve between his back and his butt. She turned her face to watch as his back rose and fell with each even breath he took.
"Yuichi Bakura, I love you, too."
As she closed her eyes she felt him wrap an arm around her shoulders. He pulled her in close and she fell asleep wondering if maybe he had heard her after all.
The End.
Hey there, giant hiatus. That was the FINAL chapter of Three's A Crowd. I hope that you all loved it as much as I loved writing it - and I hope that you don't all hate me. This was super challenging for me because I didn't know how I wanted to end it. I didn't want it to be predictable but I didn't want it to be a tragedy. Let me know what you all think in the comments (those of you who stuck around)!
I love you all. Forever.
xx,
Red