So this is starting to get into some more adult areas, but not to write about their "more intimate" moments. It references but only because I'm following the natural progression of a relationship, especially a first-time teenage one as well as one with these personalities. Intimacy is a bit of a foreign thing for them, so bits of this are about that. No worries. Also, I was looking over the story today and was surprised to see that it's basically done, so I should hopefully be posting more often (when I have time to edit). Hopefully I can really get into the (5th? 6th?) fic of the series too.
Jem yawned, quickly lifting a hand to cover her mouth. It remained as the yawn came to a close, displayed in a little stretch and eye rub before she refocused, trying to find her spot in the book. It was a break in her fluency and Kaiba glanced up, seeing her weariness.
"I'll have to go home soon," she mentioned. "I'm getting tired."
The two sat alone in his home office. "You don't have to," he retorted.
Jem abandoned her hunt and looked up to him. Kaiba glanced over briefly to see her reaction and saw she was baffled. "I don't care if you stay," he stated.
She tilted her head. "What about Mokuba?" The boy was still unaware of any progression between the two, and neither were anxious to share, or rather, explain it to him.
"It's fine, he never thinks to look for me in my bedroom," Seto answered candidly, hard at work.
"Well, would you be joining me, then?" she asked, his answer affecting her decision.
"Eventually," he answered.
For a moment, there was only the sound of led scratching against paper as Kaiba noted documents and Jem thought. "Then that sounds nice," she accepted.
"Mm," he replied shortly, not looking up.
Jem gave him a minute to add something, but it seemed the matter was closed and she returned to her hunt. She finally found the spot she was after and resumed the story. She made it to the end of the chapter, but the words were starting to blur. Since she no longer needed it as an excuse to stay, she bookmarked it and stowed it away. And she didn't wait.
She used the lean from returning the book to help her up, then came around curiously to see what he was doing. Jem slid onto his desk, resting on her hip. She leaned on one arm, the other crossed over her body. Her legs were crossed, everything oriented toward Seto as she tilted her head to study his handwriting.
He didn't mind her there and simply kept working. After a while, he shared, "If you need clothes to sleep in, you can find some to your immediate right when you go in my closet." He turned from his notes to his computer, looking for something, then continued to work between the two. "Of course, they're completely optional."
She eased back at this, sitting up. She wasn't sure what exactly was insinuated by that remark or if Kaiba even meant anything by it. "I'll go find those," she stated. With that, she slid off slowly. She took her time as she retrieved her bag.
With the first few steps her heels reminded her of their clicks. She bent to undo and remove them as a precaution, not wanting to attract Mokuba's attention. This move, however, did unintentionally and briefly catch Kaiba's attention. He caught himself immediately and tore his eyes away.
Jem straightened and started to look back over her shoulder. "Hmmm," she hummed as she looked at him before continuing on. Seto glanced back once more to watch the drop of her hips. Once she disappeared, he returned to work. But once again, he was distracted. He tried hard to get his work done, but for once his bed called him and not the other way around.
Kaiba sat back and dropped his pencil, his mind on one thing. "Damn that woman," he muttered to himself before rising to retire to his room.
Jem was, of course, reading when he found her. She lay on his bed, dressed in his clothes. She was much tinier than him and it was only made more obvious now. She had rolled up the bottoms of his pajama pants, complete with the KC emblem, as she rubbed her feet together. The shirt was pretty standard, and though it was bigger on her, the fabric still fell to reveal her small frame.
When she noticed him, she closed her book and set it aside. Then she rolled, her eyes staying on him as she tucked an arm under the pillow.
He went to redress in his closet, and she was unprepared when he swiftly came back for bed, save one shirt. She found this slightly intimidating. Kaiba went to her, gradually coming to her once on the bed. She sat up slightly, curious as she lifted her hand. She watched as she gently trailed a finger down his chest, then her eyes lifted to his. She was here. He enjoyed her, and he was becoming less apprehensive about this. She was compliant with him and caused him no stress. In fact, her pleasantries took away his stress as he came to accept them. There was nothing to stop him from indulging in any gratification she now brought him.
Seto buried himself in her neck, laying her back. He kissed her, then moved down to kiss the white skin exposed by the V in his shirt. He only ever really got a hint of her chest, as she seemed to have a somewhat modest dress code.
His hands found her hips and as he lowered himself. He enjoyed the way she felt, which came as a surprise to him. The idea of touching another was something that had been too suppressed for him to know it existed. His hands began to run up, pushing back the fabric. He lifted the shirt slightly to kiss her exposed stomach but was jolted when she quickly and reflexively grabbed his faulted hand and drew it away. Kaiba immediately looked up to her, but she refused to meet his gaze. He narrowed his eyes.
Jem glanced back, then away again, releasing him to pull the fabric back over her. She pursed and licked her lips, casting her eyes down, seemingly ashamed.
"I'm sorry," she said finally.
He eased back, thinking, his eyes still narrowed and locked. "Are you doing any of this because you feel like you owe me something?" he asked, offended.
Her eyes dashed back to him, and she quickly disputed this, seeing he took it the wrong way. She sat up slightly "No-"
"Then why apologize?" Kaiba cut her off. Yes, she was a girl, but he wasn't sure if she had been around enough to have the self-consciousness brought on by society. Then he realized that wasn't it at all.
"I've never, um..." She looked up at him, then cautiously confessed, "I've never done anything like this before."
Kaiba eased. "You've never been with another person before?" Jem shook her head, slowly, nervously.
Kaiba just looked at her. He said nothing. This shouldn't have surprised him. In fact, it was enough of an accomplishment to have gotten her this far, knowing her personality. "You've never shared any of yourself with someone?" he asked again.
Seto realized that he may have been the first to lay a gentle hand on her, and he knew there would be a great deal of pain for her if things progressed the way he so desperately now wanted them to (since it was something he had now been denied). It seemed that Jem trusted him, but perhaps he had not shown her that he could be gentle enough with her. He would have to work on that from now on.
"No," she answered, her eyes now fixed on him for any reaction. Jem did not know how she came across to others, and had never really been able to share herself with another. Even though it was only Seto, the only one she ever felt anything for, the only one she ever wanted to touch her, she still couldn't. "I'm not ready yet," she added. "I just can't."
On the contrary, Kaiba was perhaps a little disappointed in his building anticipation, but this. He knew she was reserved, but she had also alluded to how she used to be different, going out, being reckless with her brother, and giving into- well he hadn't wanted to think about it. Kaiba had not wanted to presume but had come to a dark assumption, an assumption that had not killed the secret hope that he had stubbornly clung to. With the confirmation that she was indeed untouched, however, she was incredibly more appealing to him. After all, it was in Seto Kaiba's nature to want things that could belong to him alone.
"Are you... mad?" she asked, unsure in his silence.
"No," he answered simply. He saw her body relax, relieved. "You know I didn't want much tonight, right? If I wanted anything more I would have asked for proof that you've taken extra precautions."
Jem opened her mouth, but couldn't articulate. She wasn't expecting that. It didn't matter.
"I have no reason to get upset over your apprehensions. It's no good to me if you don't want it."
Though he stayed firm, his eyes hard with offense, Jem softened. Almost everyone she knew had always been more than ready to impose their will upon her, and here Seto was offended at the very notion.
Jem reached out, gently placing a hand on Seto's cheek. Then she leaned in, her eyes closing as she got closer and kissed him tenderly. She was compelled to. And she didn't pull back, unable to resist showing her emotion and adoration at this moment. Kaiba allowed this, engaging with her as he quite enjoyed the affections of this girl. His hands took a firm grip on her.
She couldn't stop, she was too fond of him at the moment. He enjoyed this, now relaxing as he pivoted, laying down on his back and flipping her to rest on top of him. He liked how passionately taken she was with him. Tonight, this would be an acceptable substitute for the skin she was denying him.
He knew nothing more would happen tonight, but it didn't stop his new, final hungered thought of, But I will have you.
Next Chapter: Science
"Rise and shine, brat," he mocked, beginning to step towards me. He felt just as big as he did when I was a child. Another goon backed him, guarding the door.