Author's Note: I saw these two in an explicit dream and now this exists.

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Splayed across her full-size bed, Anzu's breathing quickened as Rishid slid inside her inch by glorious inch. She'd never felt so ready to take anyone inside of her as she did in this moment. For Rishid proved to be a generous, thorough lover. Caressing her in all the right places and leaving kisses where she least expected. So that when the time came, she felt ready to accept him in. Anzu basked in the pleasure of his girth stretching her open.

Anzu had had a couple of one-night stands in the first year of her studies here in New York. They'd been clumsy, unremarkable times. Nothing compared to the attention she was receiving from Rishid as he bent over her, trailing kisses up her collarbone and neck. He was fully sheathed inside her now, fitting what felt, perfectly within her. Anzu had only ever felt this way when she pleasured herself with the few toys, she had secretly bought from a sex shop downtown.

But this was perhaps even better as he was gorgeous to look upon, all dark-skinned and muscle above her. His grunts and moans sending her own pleasure coursing. The pressure and warmth of his hands upon her hips was grounding as she bucked up, inviting him in further. Rewind to yesterday afternoon, Anzu did not expect to find herself making love the next morning to a man she hadn't known that long.

They almost didn't meet yesterday. Anzu had just exited the train station to head to her favorite ice cream shop when she spotted a tall, broad, familiar figure. She nearly dismissed her hunch, thinking it could be anybody, until he turned around and her suspicions was confirmed. Rishid seemed to recognize her too. Wide eyed and suitcase in hand, he made his way over to her.

It had been about a year since they'd seen one another. Anzu had occasionally kept in touch with Ishizu after the Ceremonial Duel. Rishid had come up in passing when Ishizu spoke of her day and travels. But he'd been more a passing figure in her mind. Certainly, she hadn't missed his handsome, almost imposing figure during their time in Egypt. But her thoughts had been occupied by Atem's passing.

Now, encountering one another, alone in the city, they truly saw the other separate from their usual groups at the time. Rishid may indeed come off a bit intimidating, but he was far gentler mannered when interacting then one might expect from his appearance. Anzu found it immediately endearing that he smiled and bowed in greeting. Polite and sweet was his speech as well.

"Anzu, what a pleasant surprise to run into you," Rishid had said.

"Likewise, I'm on my way to get some ice cream, care to join me?" Anzu had offered.

"Gladly," Rishid replied. "It's quite a hot day."

"Definitely, how are the siblings?" Anzu inquired as they walked in the direction of the shop.

"Well, Marik is back in Egypt and Ishizu is busy in California working on a new exhibit," Rishid shared.

"Wonderful, so what brings you to New York?" Anzu asked.

Rishid seemed to hesitate a moment, before he shily responded, "I actually had an audition."

"Really?! What for?" Anzu inquired excitedly.

"As a backup dancer in a series of music videos," Rishid divulged. "I don't really know too much else."

"I didn't know you were into dance as well," Anzu said. "You may have heard, but I'm studying dance."

"Yes, I had. That's exciting," Rishid replied. "Maybe I could get some pointers from you sometime."

"I'm sure your great. But it'd be wonderful to dance together," Anzu said, blushing slightly, imagining herself held by his strong arms as they moved together.

They'd reached the ice cream shop and busied themselves with selecting flavors. Rishid went with pistachio almond and Anzu with strawberry.

"Thank you for allowing me to join you, Anzu, but afterwards I need to call around some hotels because the one I was going to stay at lost my reservation," Rishid informed her. "I'm in town until the following afternoon however so we should certainly do this again."

"Stay with me," Anzu offered. "I have a futon."

"That's very generous of you. Are you sure?" Rishid asked.

"Yeah, that'll save you a headache and those last-minute prices," Anzu replied. "Plus, it'd be a great chance to get to know each other better. I never thought I'd run into you here and that you'd be interested in dance of all things."

"Me neither," Rishid said, with a wide smile. "It'd be an honor to get to know you better."

They spent the rest of the day chatting about their favorite dancers and touring the nearby shops. Anzu was delighted to discover they had similar musical interests too. She watched as Rishid moved to the rhythm of an upbeat pop song in the music shop they'd stopped in at. His energy was infectious to her and she moved along with him. When it came to dance and music, Rishid was like a child in a toy store. Anzu couldn't help smiling to herself as she watched him bounce around the shop.

He was far from the controlled, imposing figure he'd been during Battle City. He still retained his loyalty for his siblings and, as Anzu had learned, that passion translated to his love of the arts. They danced in her apartment that night, her in nothing but a tank top and shorts. He was good. She found her eyes wandering to his broad frame often, wondering what it would be feel like to be held against that chest. She also couldn't help her mind wandering as he showered in her little bathroom, coming out wrapped in only a towel, making her blush and avert her gaze shily.

He slept that night in her small living room while she in the bedroom. She was surprised to hear a knock early in the morning. She'd called out to let him in.

"Anzu, I got the part!" Rishid cried out as he burst into the room.

"That's wonderful!" Anzu exclaimed, throwing her arms around his shoulders. As they pulled apart, she took in his bright eyes and wide grin. She could hardly help herself; she surged forward and brought her lips to his. He lowered his arms around her waist and returned the kiss, shooting sparks of pleasure up her spine as he did so.

As they pulled apart, Rishid smiled surprisedly down at her, but made not effort to move away. The soft, haziness that came with morning made her act on instinct. She surged forward, once more, craving closeness and one thing led to clothing strewn around her bedroom floor, his lips against her neck and him sliding deliciously inside of her.

Rishid set a steady rhythm, moving gently within her. She felt his muscles tighten as he grew closer to climax. Pulling out of her slowly, she took his length in hand and began to stroke, he joined her in the motion and he gasped out as he came, drenching their hands in cum. Sitting back on both hands, he took a moment to gather himself, before surging forward to straddle Anzu once more. They kissed, deep and languid.

He brought his right hand between her legs and found her clitoris, rubbing it gently, making Anzu buck at the pleasure. Again and again, he brushed her clit, until she writhed beneath him in desire. Shaking apart as she came, waves of ecstasy washing over her.

Both sated, instead of pull away, he allowed her to rest her head on his arm and draped his own around her, holding her close.

"That was wonderful, Anzu, you're wonderful," Rishid whispered into her hair.

Anzu could only continue to smile and redden even further as she held him tighter.

"Perhaps I can stay with you again next month," Rishid said.

"You are most welcome," Anzu replied, with a sleepy smile, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

"Now what to do for breakfast?" Rishid asked.

"Not for another hour," Anzu mumbled.

Rishid chuckled and let her sleep, holding her all the while.