I have finally run out of ideas for this particular story, so this will be the final chapter. It has been saucier than I usually write, but I hope you have enjoyed reading a bit of peachy romance.

Warning: Fairly explicit love making. Some swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.

Chapter 15.

Remember My Love.

With Anzu's flight to New York now just a couple of days away now and her parents were all of a fuss; especially her mother, who kept reminiscing about Anzu's first ever ballet lesson: how cute five year old Anzu had looked in her little leotard. How clumsily she had stumbled around the dance studio, unable to understand the simple instructions being taught to the class by their teacher.

That little five year old girl had come such a long way since then, and her mother could not express how proud she was of the young woman who was about to go and study at one of the most prestigious dance schools in the world without bursting into tears.

And now Anzu was all tearful as well.

She had also lost count of how many times her mother had made her check, and double check, her documents and visa were all in order.

They were, of course, and Anzu was relieved when Yugi came round to see her, which effectively got her some reprieve from her mother's fussing.

She pulled Yugi into her room and guided him to sit down on the bed. "Thank god you're here," she said. "My mum has been fussing all morning; it's getting on my nerves."

Yugi smiled reassuringly. "She cares about you. You're going thousands of miles away to a foreign country and she's probably finding hard to let you go."

"I know…" Letting go a sigh, "I can understand her anxiety, but now I'm all anxious as well! What if I struggle to understand the language?" she whined.

"Your English is really good – better than mine," he reassured her.

"Yeah, but dialect and stuff – slang. My mum says they talk really fast and don't pronounce their words properly."

Yugi put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes, imploring her to calm down. "Relax. You'll be okay! Just ask them to talk slowly if you don't understand."

"But, what if I'm the worst dancer in the class and no one likes me?" She bit her lip, frowning.

Yugi pulled her into a hug. "You're an amazing dancer. And how can they not like you? You're the bravest, warmest, most caring, amazing girl I know."

A little embarrassed by all his compliments, she giggled and looked him in the eyes. His reassurances filled her with renewed resolve. "You're right. I'm good at getting along with people, I know I can dance, and, if I they talk too fast, I can make them do that thing where they think you're stupid and talk loudly and slowly."

He grinned. "Yep! That's right, and then you can surprise them by replying in perfect English."

She giggled again and hugged him tighter. "Thanks, Yugi. I dunno what I would do without you here to keep me from losing the plot."

Hugging her back, he chuckled. "You're not losing the plot. It's just a bit of last minute nerves. You'll be fine once you get there." He wished he could go with her and make sure she settled in okay.

She nodded, and then pulled herself away from him. "I had better get on with my packing," she said, turning her attention back to the suitcase on the floor and the mountain of clothes piled up around it.

Despite having made a list of what she needed, on her mother's advice she had changed it several times, and now it seemed that most of the contents of her wardrobe was spread out.

"Doh…" she groaned. "Which jacket? This, or this? I like them both." She held up the two jackets.

"The one in your left hand," said Yugi, pointing at the navy ski jacket with the fake fur hood. "I've heard New York winters are cold, so you might need it."

She nodded. "You're right. But…. Oh…I really like the pink one. And it's great for those in between autumnal days."

Trying not to become impatient, Yugi rolled his eyes. "Then take both!"

"I suppose…if I can fit both in…" More to herself than to him, she said, "If I only take a few basic toiletry supplies, to tide me over until I can stock up, then I'll have more space and…." Her mind was made up. "Both it is, then!" Folding the jackets, she stuffed them into her suitcase.

Amused, Yugi sat and watched. "Is that case big enough?" he asked, suddenly worried about the weight of it once packed.

Perturbed, Anzu looked up at him from where she was kneeling on the floor in front of her giant suitcase. "Big enough? It was the biggest one I could find! I just hope I can get everything in!"

"That's not what I meant," he said, winking. "That case is bigger than you! It'll be too heavy; you might have been better with two smaller ones."

Anzu scratched her head and scrutinised her case. He might be right. "You think?"

"I know," he stated. "Remember, you will be on your own. I won't be there to help you lift it." He might not look strong, but he was used to lifting much heavier things than she was, and the thought of her lifting it off the carousel and wrestling it onto a trolley without hurting herself worried him.

"Well, I'll pack it and then see if I can lift it," she decided.

Just as Yugi expected, once packed and zipped up, it was so heavy that Anzu could not even begin to lift it off the floor, no matter how hard she tried. Wanting to show-off to her how much stronger he had become physically in recent months, Yugi could only lift it for a few seconds, before being forced to put it back down again.

"You're right," she said. "I think I'll take two smaller cases."

"Do you want me to help you?" he offered, not wanting to just sit around and do nothing.

Deciding she did need his help, Anzu sent him up into the loft to dig out two smaller cases.

"The pink and black striped one, and the pale blue one with orange spots," she called up through the loft hatch. Garish cases would be easier to spot on the carousel.

Finding them with ease among the pile of suitcases and boxes, he lowered them down to her, put the loft hatch back in place and then climbed down the ladder.

Having now decided what to take and what to leave, Anzu finished packing in no time at all.

Afterwards, she tested the weight of both cases and, satisfied that she would be able to lift them off the carousel, let out a relieved sigh.

"Phew! That was more exhausting that I thought it would be!" she said, plonking herself down on the bed beside Yugi.

Yugi put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a friendly hug. "I'm not surprised! You must have been packing for ages!"

Anzu looked at the clock and frowned. "Oh! I have! Why didn't you say something?" He had come round to spend time with her and all she had done was fuss and fret about her impending travel.

He affectionately kissed her temple. "It's okay. You're about to start a big new adventure. I'm happy just spending time with you before you go." Deep down, he was going to be a very lost without her, but he dare not upset her by telling her so.

Letting out a sigh she leaned into him. "All the years I spent dreaming and talking about it, and it's finally about to become a reality." She kissed his cheek. "Thank you for humouring me all that time."

He took her hand in his and turned to face her. "Humour you?! I never doubted you!"

She raised an amused eyebrow at him. "Really?! You didn't once think it was just a stupid fantasy, and that I didn't stand a chance?"

"Hum… nope!" He was trying not to smirk.

"Stop it! No you're definitely humouring me," she said, poking him, and then playfully pinching his side.

He squirmed and let out an "Eep! No! I'm not!" Giggling, she tickled his side again, which resulted in him tickling her and wrestling her onto her back.

Laughing breathlessly, the tickles turned to kisses.

Not wanting to let things turn too passionate with her mother downstairs, Anzu put her hands against his chest and pushed him away.

"What's wrong?" he asked, propping himself on his elbow to gaze into her eyes, whule using his free hand to brush her hair from her face.

"Nothing. My Mum's downstairs."

"She thinks you're packing."

"I know, but…we shouldn't get too carried away," she decided, sending mixed signals when she slipped her hand underneath the hem of his shirt and tucked her fingers inside the top of his jeans. His belt made it too difficult to get her hand too far inside, so she she teased his lower back with her fingers. Yugi reached down and undid his belt, hoping she would take the initiative.

They kissed again, but this time Yugi pulled away.

"I'm gonna miss little moments like these," he said softly.

"Me, too," she said. "But it will be fun when we do see each other."

"I look forward to it." He grew thoughtful. "You will have your own room there, won't you?"

"Of course," she said. "With a wider bed than this, too. Plus my own little en-suite."

"Nice," he said, grinning. "I can't wait to see it."

"I wish you could come with me," she said, even though she knew he could not.

"I'll be there in spirit. And I'll call you every day."

Smiling, she lifted her head and brushed her lips softly against his. "If it wasn't for you, I don't think I would ever have been brave enough to chase my dreams and apply for a place at Juilliard." Their adventures together had shown her she was capable of achieving anything if she put her mind to it.

He stroked her face with the back of his fingers. "I'm glad I have my uses," he teased softly.

Gazing up into his eyes, Anzu felt nothing but love, for the boy, now man, she had known since they were six.

They jumped, and pulled apart when they heard her mother's voice on the landing.

"Anzu? How much packing do you have left to do?"

Anzu ran to the door, which was only half closed, to speak to her mother. "It's a headache deciding what to take, but Yugi's being a great help and I'm finally getting there."

Her mother nodded. "I just have to pop out to the shops. I'll be about half an hour. Is there anything you want?"

"No. I'll text if I think of anything."

"Okay. See you later." With that, her mother trotted downstairs and gathered up her shopping bags and car keys.

Anzu went back into her bedroom and quietly closed the door. "Yes!" she said, fist pumping the air. "We have around thirty minutes." She literally threw herself at Yugi and started kissing him.

Yugi was not resisting.

With Anzu's encouragement, he unzipped her jeans and pushed them down enough so that he could get his hand inside. Needing more, Anzu lifted her hips and shimmied out of her jeans. She then helped him out of his own jeans and boxers, allowing his rapidly growing erection to spring free.

They wasted no time in stripping off the rest of their clothing so that they could make the most of the time they had available.

She shivered in delight when Yugi gently kissed her lips, before kissing his way to her neck.

He stopped and looked up at her longingly, as if asking for permission to continue.

She was surprised by the words that left her mouth, but could not stop them. "Don't stop, Yugi. Kiss every bit of me!"

Yugi blushed, but nodded enthusiastically. "I'll do that, and more," he promised, voice husky and laden with desire.

Just his voice alone was enough to make her want to moan, and moan she did; very loudly, when he dipped his head and swirled his tongue around one nipple, gently sucking, before kissing across to give the other some attention.

This would be their last time together for a long time, and oh, how she was going to miss his slightly shy, yet wonderful ministrations.

Greedy for him, she tilted her hips towards him and lifted her top leg over his thighs.

Taking the hint, he moved one hand down to grasp her thigh, pulling her leg upwards so that he could reach between her legs.

"Oh, god, Yugi that's good," she said, working her own rhythm against his hand.

Not wishing to be selfish and have all the fun, Anzu moved their positions again so that she could touch his erection, which was pressing eagerly between them, huge and throbbing, desperate for attention.

His face became serene and he 'oohed,' when she slowly but firmly pumped him. Loving his look, Anzu kissed his mouth. Their kiss was sloppy and needy and she could feel him moan against her mouth when her thumb rolled over his sensitive tip.

With their need for each other growing ever more desperate, Anzu rolled onto her back to enable him to position himself between her legs, and guided him to ensure the correct angle as he pressed inside her.

Starting slowly, he felt he now had enough experience to experiment with his technique, in the hope that it would bring them both maximum pleasure.

It did, and he let out a guttural moan, and swore, as he pulled all the way out, teased her entrance and then thrust all the way back in. He repeated this a few more times, earning a shuddering mewl from her in response.

Feeling herself getting close, Anzu wrapped her legs round his waist and held him tightly, pulling him deep inside her. His pace quickened and Anzu matched every thrust.

Moving in perfect harmony, their bodies seemed to become one, and the feel of her orgasm squeezing around him and the lusty sounds she was making, was more than enough to send him over the edge.

Breathing heavily, he stilled, and let out a little sob as he collapsed onto her. Tears of love were pricking at his eyes, and he buried his face in her neck to hide his embarrassment.

But more little sobs gave him away.

"Yugi…" Anzu breathed, stroking the hair on the back of his neck. He lifted his head to look at her, and saw that she too had tears in her eyes.

He giggled and wiped his eyes. "I can't help it. I love you." He avoided saying, 'but you're leaving me and I don't really want you to go.'

Anzu stroked his forehead, pushing back his sweaty hair so that she could see his face properly. "I love you, too," she whispered, tilting her head up to kiss him.

It would be nice to remain like this, but after a few minutes, Yugi pulled out and Anzu grabbed the tissues so they could clean themselves up.

They gazed at one another lovingly. Curling up together on the bed was tempting, but Anzu was worried that her mother would soon be back, so they decided they should probably get dressed.

Neither moved.

Her fears were confirmed when they heard Mrs. Mazaki calling out from the foot of the stairs, "I'm back! I bought some of your favourite sweet pastries. Would you like one?"

Snapping back to reality, the young lovers jumped and then froze.

Anzu hesitated, before answering, "Yes, please. I've almost finished packing." She grimaced at Yugi.

"Okay. I'll make some tea, as well," Mrs Mazaki replied.

"Thanks! We'll be down in a sec." Anzu sat up. She knew her hair was all over the place, and she felt hot and flushed and sticky between the legs. She noted that Yugi still had a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his chest, and that golden strands of fringe were sticking to his face.

"We don't look and smell at all like we just fucked," she said, rolling her eyes.

"We totally do," he responded, scraping his fingers through his messed up trademark spikes. They grimaced at each other. Yugi sniffed himself and pouted at her. "I need a shower."

"So do I," she said, wishing her mother had given them longer. But they had no such luxury.

Sorting themselves out the best they could, they got dressed and made their way downstairs.

If her mother noticed they were slightly flustered, she was diplomatic and did not say anything that might embarrass them. But Anzu was pretty sure she knew what they had been up to while she was out.

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Yugi lay on his bed, alone. A week had passed since he had seen her off at the airport. There had been no tearful kisses or passionate embrace –which would only draw unwanted attention– just a simple high five, and a look that reaffirmed promises made in private.

But three years apart was a long time, and Yugi did not need his friends, or family, reminding of how difficult a long distance relationship would be to conduct.

"It's not forever," he told them. He wanted to remain positive about the prospect of their relationship surviving, and did not welcome negativity. He was a realist, and knew there would be bumps along the way, but was determined to make it over those bumps.

As far as he was concerned, it did not matter how far, or for how long they were apart, they had a love worth fighting for, and fight they would, because letting love go was not an option.

The End.

God, I'm so bad at writing endings for stories. Lol.