Sorry I'm a bit slow getting this chapter written and posted, but I was away for a few days.

Warnings: A bit of smut, a realistic perspective on sharing a shower, more sex, and the consequences of drinking too much alcohol.

Chapter. 14.

Pillow Talk.

Although expecting some leakage when Yugi pulled out, Anzu was surprised by how much! "I'm going to have to wash the comforter," she complained.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I should have warned you." It had not occurred to him; she could have made sure they had a box of tissues to hand if he had.

"No. I should have realised, but I didn't think," she admitted. She leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Yugi would have liked a naked cuddle, but she slipped from his arms, grabbed her night clothes and hurried out of the room, leaving him sprawled on the bed. Despite her abrupt departure, he was still a very contented man.

After languishing for a few moments, he gazed down at his slightly sticky looking lap and the wet patch on her comforter. He felt a bit guilty. Getting up, he pulled on his pyjama trousers, before removing the comforter and taking it to the bathroom.

He knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"

Anzu called back, "Yeah, I'm decent."

Opening the door, he went inside and held up the comforter. "I can put it in soak, if you like?"

Anzu shook her head. "It's okay. It can go in the washing machine in the morning." He nodded, and placed it on top of the linen basket. He noticed that Anzu was squeezing toothpaste onto her toothbrush, so he went back to the bedroom to get his own toothbrush from his backpack, so that he too could have a fresh, clean mouth.

After they had finished in the bathroom, they snuggled down together in Anzu's single bed.

She nuzzled against his chest. "This is nice –cosy," she said contentedly, drawing little patterns on his torso with her fingertips. It tickled, making him giggle.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," she added dreamily.

"I'm going to miss you when you go to New York," he said softly.

She raised her head and scooted up to look at his face. It was impassive, giving nothing away, but she knew that inside he was sad that she was leaving –and so soon, after he had barely recovered from Atem's departure. If he had indeed recovered; she suspected not –he was very good at putting on a brave face and hiding his true feelings.

"We won't be apart forever though," she said positively. "And you can come and stay with me whenever you want! And we can spend more nights like this."

He smiled, lifted his head off the pillow and kissed her. "I look forward to it," he said, resting his head back on the pillow to save his neck from a painful crick. Anzu followed him in to snatch another kiss.

She pulled away again, just far enough that she could focus on his face without going cross eyed. "I want to remember every little contour of your face for when I'm away and I'm missing you," she said, unable to resist kissing the little dimple between the corner of his mouth and his cheek. The feint little scar. just to the side under his left eye from when Ushio had given him a beating for attempting to defend Jonouchi and Honda.

Their eyes met, and Yugi held her gaze. "I love you," he said sincerely.

Anzu suddenly felt very emotional, and giggled stupidly as tears of love filled her eyes. A couple escaped and dripped onto his face. He chuckled, fighting to prevent his own tears. He had always hated crying in front of her. It was so embarrassing and humiliating.

Anzu smiled lovingly. "It's okay to cry, Yugi." She kissed a tear as it welled up in the corner of his eye. It tasted salty, and sweet, and….most importantly, of Yugi. "They're tears of love," she said. He nodded his agreement, sniffing, and laughing as he wiped his hand across his eyes, embarrassed by such emotions.

Anzu reached over and retrieved the tissues, which she had moved from her dresser to the bedside table, just in case they needed them again. It seemed that they did, but not for the reasons she imagined.

"Here." She handed him one, while dabbing at her own eyes.

"Thanks," he said, blowing his nose like a trumpet. Very unromantic, Anzu thought, but finding it cute and amusing regardless.

They settled back down again for a cuddle. Despite his recent growth spurts leaving him lanky and a bit skinny, Anzu still found him cuddly. Her cuddle bunny. She smiled to herself at the thought.

She could feel his breathing soften and his body relax. "What do you want to do tomorrow?" she asked quietly. When he did not reply, she lifted her head to peer at him and realised he had fallen asleep.

His arms were still around her and she did not want to disturb him by moving, so she settled back down where she was, with her head on his chest, and tried to drift off.

It took her a little while, but with the help of his rhythmic breathing, she was soon asleep as well.

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The following morning Yugi woke up feeling contented. The room was bathed in thin strips of light as the sun filtered in through the blinds, and it took a moment for him to register that this was not his room. It took another second or two for his fuzzy brain to remember that he was in Anzu's bed, and that the warm body nestled beside him was Anzu. Love and affection for her swelled inside his heart, as he remembered how wonderful last night had been.

There was not a lot of room in the single bed, so he carefully turned, from laying on his back, to face her. She had moved from the position they had fallen asleep in and was curled on her side with her back facing him. He was tempted to kiss along her shoulder, and gently spoon her so that he could press his morning wood between her hot thighs.

He quickly thought better of doing that and stopped himself in the nick of time –he doubted she would be happy at being woken up by him rudely prodding her.

Pushing his desires aside, he slipped out from under the covers, trying not to wake her. He paused when she made a contented humming sound, but she seemed to settle again almost immediately, so he quickly slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom for a drink of water and, once his wood wilted, a pee.

Caught between waking and sleeping, Anzu felt him moving behind her. She smiled serenely, a warm feeling of pleasure inside her abdomen, as she dreamed of strong arms encasing her from behind, and his warm body pressing seductively against her. She was unsure if she moaned out loud or not, but the weight of his body shifted and left the bed. She wanted to plead with him not to go but was still too zonked to move or speak.

It was not until he returned from the bathroom, some five or so minutes later, that she finally heaved her head off the pillow. Yawning and stretching, she mumbled "Morning Yugi…" Despite her mumbling, Yugi understood.

"Good morning, Sleepy," he said, smiling lovingly at the adorable way she rubbed her hand through her messy bed hair and tried to make it appear more presentable, but without success. Groaning, she gave up and pouted at him.

"I look a mess, don't I?"

He chuckled affectionately. "I don't look much better," he replied, blushing slightly at the memories of why they both looked so dishevelled.

Anzu snorted lightly in amusement. If someone had told her five years ago, that little Yugi Muto would be her lover, and an amazing one at that, she would have laughed and told them how ridiculous they were being.

Yugi crawled back onto the bed beside her and leaned in to give her a gentle little kiss on the lips. Anzu noticed that he must have brushed his teeth and swilled his mouth with mouthwash while he was in the bathroom, because his breath was all minty and fresh. Unlike her horrible morning breath.

Embarrassed about her potentially bad breath, she quickly turned her face away. She may have brushed her teeth last night, but her mouth felt pasty and disgusting.

Thinking that she was not in the mood for affection, Yugi sat back on his haunches. "Sorry. I just had the sudden urge to kiss you, that's all."

"It's not that," she said, waving her hand in front of her mouth. "Morning breath."

"Oh!" he said, chuckling. "I don't mind."

"Well, I do," she said. "What time is it?"

Even though she swivelled round and looked at the bedside clock to check for herself, Yugi told her the time anyway. "Just gone eight fifteen."

Anzu nodded. "I think I'll go and have a shower. I feel a bit….gross." She got out of bed and trotted towards the bedroom door. Yugi watched her go. She looked so sexy in her matching silky pink sleeping shorts and vest top. Her messy bed hair gave her a wild woman look that sent shivers through him, and he wanted to suggest they stay in bed a little longer for a cuddle. But she seemed eager to escape from him, and he could not help feeling that she was trying to avoid him this morning.

Uncertainty clawed at him, and he began to feel insecure –maybe she did not enjoy last night as much as he thought she had.

However, he was reassured when she paused at the door and turned around to address him. "Are you coming for a shower?"

Nodding eagerly, he hopped off the bed and hurried after her.

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Showering in a small cubicle with another person was not as sensual, or romantic, as either of them might have imagined. Trying to keep water from going in your ears, and shampoo from getting in your eyes and up your nose when you were trying to kiss was almost impossible. And washing each others hair without clamping your eyes shut and fumbling about while trying not to breathe in at the wrong moment, especially when you were also attempting to nuzzle and kiss, was disastrous.

"Shh… keep the noise down. My brother might hear," Anzu scolded, when Yugi banged his elbow on the door panel and let out a loud "Ah!" followed by, "Shit!" Unable to heed her own orders, she started giggling loudly. Yugi started giggling as well.

"There must be a better way of doing this?!" she complained.

"Try tilting the spray towards the corner wall," Yugi suggested. "Then you stand under it, and I can wash your hair without getting water in my eyes."

"Okay."

That worked a bit better, and Yugi was able to massage shampoo into her hair and run his hands over her shoulders and body, while squinting through the spray that bounced off her, to admire her figure.

He waited, bare bum pressed against the shower screen while she rinsed off the soap suds.

"Your turn," she said, switching places with him and reaching for her father's combined shampoo and shower gel. She poured some into her hands, and he closed his eyes when she began washing his hair. Adding more gel, she started running her hands over his wet body. She felt him quiver when her hand passed over his abdomen and brushed his pubic hair, but she stopped short, hesitant about washing his man bits.

"Don't stop! It feels nice," he mumbled pleadingly, eyes still clamped closed against the shampoo running from his hair.

Anzu thought it was more than just nice, and started washing around his limp and sorry manhood, and was surprised by how quickly it sprang to life. The shuddering "Ah…." he let out was too loud for Anzu's liking and she smothered his mouth with her hand.

"Sh… My brother will hear us!"

He spluttered, as soapy water went into his mouth. "Sorry, but… if you touch me like that….!"

"You told me to!" she hissed. "Try and moan silently," she suggested, removing her hand so that she could entwine their slippery, wet bodies.

"Can we have sex in the shower?" he asked eagerly. It would be slippery and cramped, but he was worked up and keen to try.

"We might slip over," she said, but quickly came up with an alternative, "How about on the bath rug? But we'll have to be quick, in case my brother wakes up and wants to use the bathroom."

"Oh… don't worry, it'll be be quick," he said with certainty, knowing that there was no way he would last long with how horny he was feeling.

Anzu nodded and got out of the shower, leaving it running in the hope it might drown out any accidental loud moans. "Where do you want me?" she asked, lowering herself onto the fluffy bathmat.

"That's fine," he said, positioning himself between her legs. It was not the most romantic of settings, with the toilet pedestal behind their heads, but they were horny, and anywhere with some privacy was fine right now.

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Anzu pulled her dressing gown on, and opened the bathroom door a crack to check the coast was clear. Her brother's bedroom door was open, indicating that he was awake, so she asked Yugi to wait a moment while she checked on her brother's whereabouts.

His room was in darkness, the curtains still closed, and a waft of alcohol, tobacco and vomit assaulted her nose when she peered inside. But her brother was not in his bed.

A clatter of crockery and the gurgle of the coffee machine from downstairs told her he was in the kitchen.

Nodding to Yugi, the pair made a dash to Anzu's bedroom to get dressed.

When they entered the kitchen, Haruto looked up at them with bleary, bloodshot eyes and yawned. Anzu could not help but giggle at the way he was hunched over a mug of coffee, looking extremely forlorn and sorry for himself. "You look like you've been run over by a truck," she teased.

"Yeah...those shots seemed like a good idea at the time," he mumbled gruffly. Despite his hangover, he still managed a slight chuckle. "I can tell you two had a good night," he said with a lewd grin.

Yugi blushed, but Anzu decided she was done with being made to feel embarrassed about spending an orgasmic night with the man she loved. "We did, thanks!" she replied boldly, slipping her arms around Yugi's torso and hugging him.

Fearing her brother might order him to get his filthy paws off his sister, Yugi did not know what to do, but he did not pull away from her.

"Well, if you two lovebirds have left me any hot water, I'm going up for a shower," Haruto said, standing up carefully, wincing when his head swum and his stomach lurched. Hand flying to his mouth and face turning green, he rushed out of the room and ran towards the downstairs toilet.

Anzu rolled her eyes.

Yugi grimaced. "Will he be okay?"

Anzu grew concerned. "I'll check on him in a bit," she decided. "In the meantime, would you like some breakfast?"

Yugi nodded. "Yes, please." After the activities of last night and this morning, he was hungry. Used to his mother waiting on him, he sat down at the breakfast table and waited for her to serve him his breakfast.

"Tea or coffee?" asked Anzu.

"Tea, please." Resting his chin on his hands, he watched her put the waster on to boil for the tea, and then take a rectangular pan from the drawer to make Tamagoyaki. He watched her crack the eggs into a bowl and lightly beat them. Right now, he was the happiest man alive. He had spent a wonderful night with his amazing girlfriend and now she was cooking him breakfast. What more could he wish for?

He almost blurted out 'MARRY ME ANZU!' but was pulled abruptly from his thoughts when she cleared her throat. "Are you just going to sit there daydreaming, Yugi?! Or are you going to get off your butt and help?" Although said in jest, there was an undertone of annoyance and impatience in her voice, and when Yugi looked up at her he gulped. She looked just like his mum, standing there glowering at him with her hands on her hips. He peered past her, half expecting to see the dreaded wok ladle in her hand, ready to bop him with it if he answered back, but thankfully all he saw was a pair of chopsticks resting on a dish on the worktop.

He smiled at her sweetly and disarmingly. "What would you like me to do?" Anzu's face softened and she smiled.

"The water's boiling! Maybe you can make the tea. Oh, and set the table as well – a place for my hungover brother too, just in case." Nodding, he did as he was ordered.

Anzu smiled and shook her head in dismay. "What were you daydreaming about, anyway?" she enquired, as she finished cooking the layered omelette.

He smiled at her bashfully. "Erm… nothing much." Well, he could not exactly tell her that, for a moment at least, she had reminded him of his mother!

Rest assured, Yugi is not about to go off Anzu because she momentarily reminded him of his mum. In face, I have heard it said, that men often choose to marry a woman who does remind them a of their mother, especially if their mother does all their cooking and cleaning and ironing for them!

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