Prompt: Argentine Tango.

Pairing: Seto x Ishizu

Ishizu huffed in annoyance as her feet failed to obey her mental commands. This should not be this difficult. I am a woman of poise, of grace...

This damned tango will be the death of me.

Seto noticed her rapidly souring mood and smirked, pressing his hand firmly against her back, heated flesh burning through her shirt. His other hand held hers firmly; or rather, she clutched at his raised hand as if she would surely trip over her own feet.

It seemed as if the unflappable Ishizu Ishtar, despite her many charms, her immaculate control over her movements, was utterly rubbish at dancing.

He nearly crowed in delight at the positively adorable wrinkle between her brows, at her determined yet useless efforts at getting her feet and body to flow correctly with the music, at how frustrated they made her.

God. She nearly unmade him every time.

"Should I go grab us a rose?" he whispered into her ear with mock innocence, his breath on her neck certainly not helping her concentration any. "Perhaps that would help?" He fought back a husky chuckle.

Ishizu narrowed her eyes at him, cheeks breaking out in a flush. "Come on, Seto. I can do this. This cannot be that hard for me..."

His nearness was proving most distracting, as it so often did.

Seto smiled rather wickedly and moved his hand to the small of her back, moving his lips to her temple. He noticed the hitch in her breath with delight.

"Honestly, Ishizu, I have no idea why this is so hard for you," he quipped, pressing a tiny kiss on that wrinkle on her forehead. "It's just simple steps..."

Ishizu rolled her eyes. "Seto, please do not mock me. I am quite serious about learning to dance-I have no idea why it has proven so much harder for me than it has for you."

Her voice trailed off as Seto gently moved her on the dance floor, resuming the languid, sensual steps of the tango. Oh God, please do not let me trip... again...

"I think you're... overthinking things," he murmured, moving his thumb in a circle against her blouse, her back. Ishizu bit the inside of her cheek to keep her breathing in check.

Seto noticed this, as he noticed everything.

"It's not just about knowing the steps," he continued silkily.

Ishizu looked up at him, eyes wide with confusion.

Seto took this opportunity to press his hips against hers, coloring her cheeks that delectable scarlet again.

"You have to feel it."