A/N: Once again, I lied about the line up . I should stop doing that. Anyways, here it is for Ruby of Raven and SnowWoman. I hope y'all enjoy! Smut for Trustshipping, Isis' POV. Her new dress is based off my new dress I just got! Yay! Enjoy, my Night Thiefs.

& I call "Ishizu" Isis. Easier to type. Plus, Ishizu is just how the Japanese say Isis. So there. Btw, everyone is OOC. Since apparently some people *ahem* actually care about that. AGAIN ISIS' POV!

Chapter Fifteen: Trustshipping

I eyed the blue silk dress on my bed with serious distaste.

"Remind me why I'm going again." I begged. Mai looked up at me, eyes half lidded from boredom.

"Because Seto Kaiba is one of the most eligible bachelors in Japan?"

I sighed, fingering the silk absently. How could a simple dress be so intimidating? I picked it up, feeling the softness. It really was a lovely dress and it wasn't exactly cheap.

"Remind me some more."

Mai giggled and snatched a card off of my vanity. "Because," she drawled, waving the cream-colored thing in my face. "Seto invited you to his fancy schmancy ball for a reason. I heard only twenty women were even invited. Consider yourself lucky."

I sighed. She was right, of course. Mai was often right. But I didn't want to go.

"You don't have to go, Sister." Marik spoke up from my doorway. I yelped and pulled my robe tighter around my form before whirling on him.

"Marik, please knock next time."

His lilac eyes were dimmed slightly. He hated the prospect that I was growing up, looking for someone to settle down with. It's like he always expected me to be there with him.

"I didn't see anything." he whispered, sinking to the floor. "I don't like him!"

I was taken aback by his childish attitude. Marik was a lot of things, but childish wasn't one of them. I sank down beside him, making sure my robe covered my thighs. He laid his head against my shoulder and fiddled with a ring on my right hand. I swept his bangs back from his eyes like I used to do when we were children and he'd fallen.

"Why not? Have you met him?" I asked. Some part of me was praying for some horrible story to mar the untouchable CEO's name. Alas, Fate wouldn't have it.

"No. It isn't that. He hates you and me, Sister. Why would he suddenly change his mind?"

I knew without a doubt the CEO held distaste for Marik, and at times I was sure for me as well. But hate? I had a feeling Seto hated very few people.

Other than Gozaburo, of course.

"He doesn't hate us." I insisted. Why was I defending him? Twenty seconds ago, I was praying for a way out. Marik's eyes narrowed and he shoved my hand away. His defiance hurt.

"Whatever. Maybe not you. But could you honestly love someone who hates your little brother?"

I stood, outraged at his accusations for some reason. "Marik Ishtar, listen to me. You will not ruin the one thing that's gotten me out of the house in months. Seto Kaiba doesn't hate me or you, and I do not plan to fall in love. Have you ever known me to be one for clichés? Honestly, Marik. Girl goes to ball. Girl falls in love? I don't think so."

He smiled at me. I very seldom had outburst, but he enjoyed it when I did.

I'd raised such a strange boy.

"Sorry, Sister. I didn't mean to upset you. Have fun. But not… Too much fun."

I deadpanned. Was my little brother honestly telling me…?

I shivered and looked away from him. "Honestly, Marik! I have class…"

He held up his hands and backed from the room. "Isis. You're beautiful, single, going to a ball all on your-"

"Marik! Get out!" I shrieked and threw the nearest objected. He yelped and sprinted back down the hall.

"He has a point, Isis." Mai said from the bed. I looked back to her lounging form and threw my brush.

"Shut up."

~l~l~l~

"Hey." Mokuba greeted cheerfully. I smiled at him and took his arm as he led me into Kaiba mansions' dance hall. Who knew Seto was a fan of dance?

Not I...

"I'm sorry, what?" I said. Mokuba looked up at me, eyes crinkled lightly. He was growing into a respectable young man. No doubt girls had begun to flaunt after him.

"I said, I've got to go find Bakura. I'm sure he's losing his mind without me. He doesn't like when I wander off."

So scratch the girl comment...

"Oh, I'm sure I can manage. I'll find... someone... to talk to."

He smiled apologetically at me and fled from the room. I allowed my eyes to scan over the room. It was decorated much like I was. Blue and silver were scattered about. My hand fluttered up to clutch at Marik's silver chain hanging from my neck. He'd insisted I wear it. His lucky charm.

"Isis!"

I turned towards the voice calling my name. Shizuka? She was one of the girls Seto had invited?

"Hi." I returned. She strolled over. Only then did I notice her growing belly.

"My big brother invited me. Isn't it gorgeous?"

I hummed and nodded, but couldn't tear my eyes from her protruding belly. "Are you... With child?"

She blushed slightly and held a hand to her abdomen before smiling and meeting my eyes. "Yes. Hiroto Honda's."

I nearly fell out in the floor. Surely Jounouchi had made an attempt on Honda's life. Surely.

"Well. How... lovely. Well, may you both blessed be." I murmured. Shizuka squeezed my hand before thanking me and walking off.

I sighed softly and made my way to an open table, ignoring the open looks of curiosity. I was used to it. An Egyptian living in Japan wasn't something people came across all the time. No one approached me. I was glad. I was trying my hardest to give off a 'go away' vibe. Marik had taught me how.

"Not very social, are you?"

I gasped and whirled in my seat, eyes falling on Seto's bemused face. I cleared my throat and smoothed my hair without thinking about it. "Not really, no."

He hummed and slid into the seat next to me. Why did he have such obscenely long legs? "How are you, Miss. Ishtar?"

All eyes were on us. There was envy shining in every woman's eyes. Was I the only one he'd singled out? Gods, I hoped not.

But the murderous glare from one Vivian Wong told me I was indeed being singled out.

"I am well. What about you, Mr. Kaiba?" I asked. It was out of formality. A small smile pulled at both of our lips.

"Could be better, honestly. But I'm still breathing." Seto said. His voice was low and I actually looked at him for the first time. His hair fell into his eyes. His suit was well tailored to his body, making his muscle stand out. He turned, blue eyes catching my own.

"A picture would probably last longer, you know."

I felt my face heat up. "Sorry..."

A hand brushed against my cheek. "I like this."

I chewed on my lip and felt myself leaning into the touch. For a moment, it felt like we were in a world of our own. He leaned closer to me and lowered his voice further.

"I only wanted to invite you."

I found myself trapped by the blue gaze. For a few panic-inducing seconds, I thought that he was going to kiss me.

"Yoo-hoo! Kaiba-poo!"

I may have snarled at the sound of Vivian Wong's voice. A low chuckle was produced from Seto.

"Down, kitty."

Vivian's doe brown eyes locked on my blue ones. She stared me down.

Challenge accepted.

"Vivian. Never call me that again." Seto snapped. The Seto everyone knew was coming back out to play. I wasn't sure I liked it, but never the less, I didn't look away. She would back down first, even if I had to punch her. (Am I the only one who feels this way about a stare down? C'mon. Be honest.)

Vivian's face scrunched up in an effort to maintain my icy gaze. Hook.

She fidgeted a little, fingers tapping at her thighs. Line.

Finally she tore her gaze away, looking at neither Seto nor myself. Sinker.

I win! (Again.. can't be the only one.)

"Sorry, Kaiba. I was just going to ask you to dance."

Seto stood slowly. At first I believed he was going to say yes, until he looked at me.

"Actually, Vivian. I was going to ask Miss. Isis to dance with me. If she'll have me, of course."

I smiled, letting every seductive bone in my body take over. I rose slowly, making sure to stick out my leg some. The slit going up the side of the dress revealed my toned legs all the way up to my thighs. I didn't miss the way Seto's eyes lingered.

"Uh, yeah... I'll just go... Find Yuugi."

I stopped her. "Actually, Yuugi is staying the night with his boyfriend tonight. My brother."

Seto covered a laugh with a cough. Not because of Yuugi and my brother, but because of Vivian's face. She stormed away, leaving Seto and I in peace.

"You look beautiful tonight." Seto commented. I hummed, thinking back. I'd been totally against meeting Seto here. I'd planned to avidly avoid him and pretend this hadn't happened.

But I just couldn't. Something about him made me want to know more. Honestly, I wanted him to kiss me.

All over.

My gods, I may have lied to Marik.

"You look nice, yourself." I returned, bumping my hip against his. He smiled at me, taking me by the waist. My body melted into his. Some parts of me were on fire, while the others were cold. He caused such conflicting emotions within me. Sure, I'd had boyfriends, but I had never been this... openly flirtatious, even in private.

Maybe it was side affects of the almost-cat-fight with Vivian.

"Isis. I meant what I said."

I looked up at him. I'd been lost in my emotional tirade. "I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?"

He smiled and leaned down. "Mokuba made me invite the others. Something about variety. They don't interest me. Not like you do."

I blushed even harder then. He smiled, of course, and brushed his hand against my cheek. I looked up at him. "Seto." I breathed.

He didn't even flinch by me calling him his birth name. Not many people did. His thumb left my cheek bone to drift across my bottom lip. "Isis... min fadhlik?"

I involuntarily moaned at the sound of my native language. We rarely spoke it, even around the house. He was saying please... But for what?

"Seto... I don't-"

He cut me off, lips pressing to mine. Every part of me was on fire. The strange attraction that had drawn me to Seto when he sat down, slammed back into me full force. I had to force myself away from him. No need to start a scene. Eyes were already glued to me.

"Somewhere else."

Yeah... I lied to Marik.

He looked flushed, but took my hand and leaned to whisper in my ear. "Find the staircase. Go down the hall to the seventh door on the right. Wait for me?"

I breathed out. What was I doing? "Alright."

He released me then, going to make small talk while I made my escape. I was nervous. I flew up the stairs, waiting to hear someone-anyone- call after me. But no one did.

I'd had sex before. This was different. I barely knew Seto.

I was seriously wondering over my lack of judgement when I slammed through his bedroom door and collapsed on the other side. Holy hell. The comforter matched my dress. I supposed it made sense.

"Isis?"

A soft voice, on the other side of the door. I gasped and jumped away, rising to my knees to twist the doorknob. "Hi."

Seto stepped into the room and quickly shut the door behind him. He sunk to the floor beside me, a small smile in place. "Hi."

I giggled and moved closer, but something in Seto's expression held me back.

"We don't have to. You can wait. We can date, or whatever."

He looked uncomfortable. I thought for a moment. "You have intentions to date me?"

His eyes widened more than I ever though a Japanese man's could. "Well, of course!"

I sighed. Well, that was that. I rose to my knees and straddled him, fingers absently plucking at his tie. Such a nice tie...

"Then... Yes. I'm... We can do this."

He calculated my statement's authenticity for a moment before slowly leaning in and pressing his lips to my throat. His hands found both my breasts and my waist simultaneously. I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair.

"Seto..." I breathed. He moaned softly and lifted me up, gently placing me on the bed. His eyes met mine once again. "Min fadhlik!" I whispered against his collar bone. He shivered softly and helped me in removing the clothes from his upper body.

He... Was... Gorgeous.

"So amazing." I whispered against his chest. He laughed lowly and reached behind me, fingers closing on the dainty little zipper of my dress. He slowly pulled it down, the crisscrossing straps on my back falling off as he did. I held the silk to my breasts for a moment before letting it fall away. I was bared, all except my white underwear. His gaze turned to one of admiration and lust. I shivered under the heat of it, hands coming up to cradle his face.

"Beautiful." he breathed, hands running all over my bared body. I whined softly when his thigh landed between my legs. My womanhood was throbbing. He noticed and began to move his leg so that it was rubbing against me. I moaned and bucked, moving against his leg, ripping at his pants. His hands caught mine as he removed them himself. He slid out of his underwear and laid over me. My arms wrapped around his back. Why was he so beautiful?

"Isis..."

My underwear was removed. I tried to close my legs, modesty taking over. Seto wasn't having it. He gently caught my thighs and nudged them apart, lowering his head. His blue eyes met mine as his tongue darted out to lap at my heat. I writhed and cried out softly. I'd never been one for much noise.

He continued his assault on me, even as two fingers slid into me. My thighs shook, small tears forming in the corner of my eyes. Just this felt so good.

"S-Seto. Stop."

He looked up at me confused. I didn't feel like explaining my oncoming orgasm. I crushed my lips against his, drawing long moans from his throat. I rolled so that he lay underneath me. My eyelids fell to cover most of my eyes.

"Seto..." I purred. I straddled him once again, slowly lowering myself onto his erection. His hands flew to my thighs. I sat for a moment, making sure all was well. It had been a while. I rocked slowly at first, forcing a moan from both of us. He turned slowly, drawing me to him until at last I was on my back again. He lazily kissed my throat as he slowly thrust in and out. My fingers dug into his back, surely drawing blood. When his fingers traced down my body to rub at my womanhood, I cried out and begged him. He obliged, moving faster with each thrust.

We were a moaning mess, crying out for each other. I felt the pressure in my body reach its height. "Seto!"

My back arched from the bed as the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced hit me full force. He groaned and came, deep with in me.

Thank Ra for birth control. I hoped, anyways.

He collapsed beside me, one arm around my waist. When he opened his eyes, we just looked at each other.

He laughed first.

"Well, Miss. Ishtar. How does Monday night at Pasta and Pesto sound?"

I snuggled closer to him, my promise to Marik forgotten. "Amazing."

A/N: & BOOM. Done. I hope you enjoyed. NOW IT'S STORY TIME, KIDS! I was walking down the stairs at school and I heard bickering behind me. I turned to see a two people from my grade arguing over something. Finally, the girl turned to me and said "I'm right! Aren't I, NightingaleNightThief?" I. Nearly. Fell. Out. In. The. Floor. I just remained calm and said "Excuse me?" she smiled and said "I found a fic. No worries. It was good. Bye, NightThief!" & ran off. I just went to class like 'that really just happened...'

So there's that bizarre story! Review, please?(:

~Nightingale.