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~Seto's POV~

I sat waiting for my employee to get back to me. I was sure this Zeigfried guy was exactly who I thought he was, I was just waiting to get confirmation. A lot had happened in the last month, between preparing for the KaibaLand opening and dealing with Dartz and the ridiculous monster fiasco, and it wasn't over yet.

My personal phone beeped. I reached into my front pocket, digging for it as I continued to stare off and think. I assumed this would be an update from Mokuba out in the park. This presumption, coupled with my preoccupied thoughts, just made the real message all the more unexpected. My eyes widened. It was from her.

All of the recent events had kept me extremely busy. Though they had kept me distracted, I had felt her absence. She was the calm in between. Without her I was extremely tense, frustrated, and what Mokuba called miserable. This was the first I had so much as heard from her in over a month. All the message said was: I'm back.

It was late, dark, and still. All the KaibaLand guests had left, soon to be back for the final duels tomorrow, where I would publicly expose and humiliate that snake. But now I was set on a different task. Once I received that message from her, how the rest of my day would play out became very clear. Luckily the hacker hadn't interfered again and set me back. And I mean luckily for him. I would be far less kind with anything that set me back another minute on my way to her. I was growing impatient.

Now I was outside her door, hands pocketed, waiting for her or Avery to respond to my knock. It still remained silent. It was late and I started to wonder if she had already gone to bed.

Then there was a soft click and the knob turned. Slowly, the door opened. She kept a hand on the door and the other on the frame. I saw her there, though she had left her home dark. I had clearly pulled her from her bed as she was clothed for it, leaving so much of her pale skin exposed.

Even in the darkness, her eyes were bright as she looked up to me. She didn't say anything, waiting. I hadn't expected any reaction aside from being relieved to see her, but as I looked her over, I was overcome. She was even more stunning than I remembered. I stepped toward her, my eyes on hers, though I sensed mine may have lost some of their fierceness. But that was ok, they didn't need to be fierce for her.

Our bodies were now inches away from one another. I reached out, placing a hand on her cheek. I leaned down, bringing my lips to hers. She lifted her hand from the door frame, gently bringing it to rest on the arm that held her cheek. I pulled back, and all I could hear was the sound of her catching her breath.

She opened her eyes again to me, then pulled me in, bringing me completely against her body and closing the door behind me. Though she kept most of herself pressed to me, she leaned back so she could still see me. With her hands freed, she brought them up to cling to my clothing. I placed my hands on the small of her back, bringing her into my hold.

"When did you get back?" I asked.

"What time did I message you?" she replied, her voice soft.

"About six," I answered.

"Then about six," she confirmed. She looked up to me, a hint of desperation in her gorgeous eyes. "I've missed you," she whispered. I almost smiled. I had her right where I wanted her. "Are you going to stay tonight?"

"Yes," I answered. I had been waiting for this for a long time. I needed this after all the bullshit I had been through and hard work I had just accomplished. I deserved it.

She smiled with a quiet, delighted breath. Then she rose up on her toes, reaching to kiss me. With this I felt her hands occupy themselves with the buttons on my suit. I liked this. Once the jacket was undone and out of her way, she tucked her hands under the fabric to run up over my chest, fully pressing herself into me. Then, quickly, she stepped back and grasped my wrist, pulling me to her bedroom.

I willingly followed her, she didn't need to drag me. She let go of me only once we were in her lit bedroom, and only to close the door. Then she returned to me. Jem pushed at my jacket, and I removed it for her. I wanted her. Badly.

Tossing the coat aside I sat down on her bed, but not before taking her hand. As I sat it pulled her forward, coming around me and adjusting as she knelt on either side of me. Her back arched and her hands came to rest on my shoulders, keeping her balance. My hands softly fell around her waist as I buried myself in her neck. The memory of her scent had faded, but now fully intoxicated me again. On of my hands sprawled on the small of her back, pulling her against me. The other ran up, carelessly tussling her hair.

She allowed me all of this, submitting without protests. I hardly noticed that my hands wandered completely free now since I was so caught up in her. My lips adored her soft skin, her silky hair a faint reminder when it brushed my face. I turned my head slightly and she responded, meeting my lips with hers. Feeling completely blissful, I slowly laid back, guiding her down with me.

As my lips continuously, tenderly met and parted with hers, I let my hands slowly run down over her body, but when they found her hips they took a firm hold of her. She pushed herself up a bit, breaking the kiss to catch her breath. She opened her eyes, a bit hazy, looking down at me. With this she slowly sat up, gazing down at me during her brief break. As she straightened and more of her came into view, my eyes followed. So much of her was exposed in only her panties and camisole. The hem of her shirt had slowly crept up during our engagement, trying to reach the smallest part of her waist and exposing her stomach. I ran my hand up along her hip, greeting the fabric to encourage it upwards. I only intended to bring it up a few inches, passing her waist to rest at her ribs. I already had more of her fair skin in view than I ever had, and I only intended for a little more. Then she surprised me, crossing her arms to peel her shirt off for me, as I had done with my jacket. This seemed to complete her break and she quickly came back down to me. I immediately stopped her, grabbing hold of her to steady and push her back up.

She responded, pulling back, concerned. "What? What is it?" she asked feverishly, her arms coming close to her chest. But that was why I had stopped her. I placed one arm behind my head, resting and propping myself up a bit to gaze at her. I brought the other hand to the soft skin of her stomach, skin she denied me for so long, watching my hand as I ran it up to her side. I wanted to enjoy every bit of her.

I took my hand from her side, tenderly taking her arm and beginning to pull it away. I looked up at her. I wanted to admire her. I knew how to be patient, I just didn't like to have to wait. As I pulled her arm away and saw her chest fully I was astounded. It seemed some part of me had been expecting to finally find a flaw, but she was carved perfectly. I exhaled. She was breathtaking.

"I'm sorry," she continued, still worried. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. Like I said, I've never done this before-"

"It's fine," I disregarded. "Neither have I," I stated, meaning for it to make her stop but fully distracted by what I was seeing and feeling.

I noticed her soften a bit. "Then why now? Why me?"

I registered this and realized I had shared more than I meant to, but answered her question. She needed to get over this, and she clearly didn't understand.

I sat up slowly, my eyes still consuming her. I placed my center finger softly at the base and middle of her ribs, my other hand pressed to her low back, finally looking up to her once I rose. My finger continued to travel upward slowly over her sternum as I spoke. "I was always busy, and I didn't want to. It didn't interest me and it was easy to resist until you came along." I think the frustration that came with this still sounded a bit in my statement, but only a little. I had made my choice, and I was happy with it. In fact right now I was happier than I ever had been with it.

She stayed quiet, her eyes darting between mine.

I raised my hand to rest on her cheek, my fingers weaving into her hair. "You're beautiful," I told her boldly. It seemed to fix the problem.

She softened, clearly thinking that it had been something bad. I let my hand fall to her neck and my eyes dropped, looking her over again. Then I heard, "I understand what you mean." I looked back up to her, not expecting this.

She brought her hand to rest atop mine. Looking me in the eye, she confessed, "I think about you... all the time," she breathed. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up ever so slightly. I liked this. I wanted her to be consumed by me. I wanted her to be so consumed by me that it was hard for her to think of anything or anyone else.

I pulled her close, bringing her to me to kiss. I felt her hands go to my tie, beginning to fuss with it. I knew she would take longer than me, and I wanted to feel her. I abrasively knocked her hand away, fiercely removing my tie and tearing at my buttons, giving her access. I kissed her, and as my shirt opened I felt her hands start at my neck, creeping under the fabric and pushing it away as she ran her hands over my shoulder and down to my arms.

I promptly wrapped my arms around her, pressing her to me. The feeling of her skin on mine was everything I could have hoped for.

With this I flipped her onto her back in the center of her bed, coming over her. She lay with her hands near her head, truly surrendering as she watched my hands and eyes explore. I looked back up to her and caught her eye. Her eyes dropped briefly to her body, then back up to me. With this she implied, "Go ahead."

I leaned over her, my free hand going to her hip. I hooked the last dastardly piece of fabric from underneath, using my finger. I tugged only slightly, watching her for a response. "Are you sure?" I tested, not believing she would go this far.

She looked at me for a moment, taking my question seriously. "Yes," she answered. "I'm ready to..." she trailed off, not really knowing how to complete that sentence.

I pulled back a bit to really look at her. "You're ready to give yourself to me?" I asked, my excitement and disbelief at odds.

"Is that what it's called?" she asked.

I smiled, bringing the back of my hand to run down her cheek. "That's what I'm calling it."

She was timid, but her eyes stayed locked on mine and she nodded. I smiled and hummed happily.

I brought my lips back to hers, coming over her in my rapture. She was mine to have, and I was finally going to take her.

I'm going to be hard at work for a bit, so leave some comment love for when I return!

Next Chapter: Going His Way

"I know he's upset, but, I don't know, does Kaiba seem to be in a better mood? I mean, for him anyway. With everything that's been going on, I'd expect to see more rage like we've seen in the past. Am I just making this up?" Téa voiced.