"Wanna dance?"
The words were soaked through in liquor. Overly smooth. Rough at the edges. Slipping from his mouth in careless strokes.
His mouth. The lips so red, his tongue briefly making itself visible as he licked those lips. Lifted the glass from the counter, raised it to her, and took another sip of the amber-colored liquid.
"You're drunk." Ishizu turned towards the man sitting beside her in the dimly-lit bar. His mere presence in this place a surprise, though, she reasoned, hers more so.
A CEO and a curator meet in a bar…
… after what must have been…
Five years?
"Maybe so." He ran a hand through his chestnut hair, smiling lazily at her with glinting eyes. Something intoxicating floated briefly between them as Ishizu crossed her legs. His eyes dropping casually to her lap.
He swirled his glass a bit before setting it back down on the counter.
Ishizu pressed her lips together, feeling a strange flutter rush through her as she spoke.
"I never took you as one for dancing."
Seto turned to face her fully, rotating himself on the round bar stool. His thighs spreading as he leaned forward slightly, propping his head up in his elbow resting on the bar.
He simply smirked at her. Willing her to continue. Demanding more of her. Something. Her rich, melodic voice to ring through the air again.
The silence hung in the air until Ishizu cleared her throat. Clasped her hands in her lap.
"Come to think of it, Seto Kaiba… What are you doing here?"
In such a strange place–a tiny bar located on the seedy side of Domino.
His smirk widened. Voice coming out a mixture of arrogance and something Ishizu couldn't quite name.
"Can't a grown man have his pleasures, Ishizu?"
At that word, Ishizu couldn't help but inhale sharply. Pleasures…
Looking at her that way…
Seto chuckled under his breath and drained his glass. "On that note, my question still stands."
Ishizu blushed and turned back to the bar, placing her elbows on the smooth wooden slab and trying to control her voice.
"It's not exactly the venue for dancing…"
He cut her off, rising from his stool and approaching her. His gait strong and controlled despite the undoubtedly copious amounts of liquor he'd consumed.
Suddenly he was beside her. Reaching over and taking her hand in his, something like a spark passing between them at this simple touch. Shuddering through her as she flicked her eyes over to his.
He lifted his free hand and gestured towards the air. "Sure it is…"
His other thumb made a circle on her palm as Ishizu suddenly heard it, her thighs trembling as she felt his hair on the soft skin of her hand. Music. A low jazzy sound drenched in smoke. A lonely saxophone and some slow drum patter.
"Ah." She swallowed the sound as she felt his eyes burning into hers. Challenging her. Hazy but growing clearer. Intent.
On pleasures.
And how he could go about them…
Ishizu smiled nervously, sliding off her bar stool as Seto led her away from the counter. Towards the back wall of the bar, only three feet or so behind.
She nearly gasped aloud as she felt his hands slide along her waist. Pulling her hips to his. Him purring in her ear. "May I?"
The music roared through her, sultry and languorous as she gently moved her hands to his shoulders. Grasping at the fine fabric of his suit jacket.
The two of them standing there. Looking at one another strangely. Heat shimmering between them as he began to sway from side to side, bringing her with him as she stepped in time to the music. Slightly awkwardly. Not sure how much of a swing to put into her hips.
"You're not half bad at this." His hands burned through the fabric of her gown, his voice traveling down her spine. Soaking through her.
"Thank you," she managed to mutter as she felt the wall of the bar against her back. Suddenly. His hips against hers, eyes suddenly shy as he ceased moving. Pinning her in place.
His forehead coming to rest against hers. His lips so very red. And wet.
Want tore through her, raking through her like fingers.
She smiled up at him gently, then shut her eyes reflexively as she felt his lips on hers. The sweet-sour taste of whatever he'd been drinking on his tongue. His lips.
Speaking all sorts of things. The kinds of things that arise in five years. Newness. Something utterly bizarre.
Pleasures.
As he pulled away, lips parted slightly, a toothy smile lighting up his face. Ishizu blushed and pulled him in again, her hands gripping the fabric tightly. "You're not half bad yourself."