WARNING:

THIS CHAPTER HAS SEXUAL CONTENT IN IT.
Please read with caution, and remember that this story IS rated M for mature.

But, please do enjoy the chapter. It's the longest I've posted. (I think...)
I will try to have up another chapter before I lose my internet!

"Stay with me…?"

We sat alone in the theater. It wasn't a large one like the public cinemas. Just a small home theater. The two of us sat in the dark room, the only light was the large screen that played through some movie that we didn't pay attention to.

"You asked me that the last time you were drunk." Kisara giggled quietly.

I smiled at her. "It's already late… You can stay here..."

I watched the twinkle in her eyes from the reflection of the movie. I couldn't even recall what the title of the film was. Kisara stared back at me, her face still red as she contemplated my proposition.

"What do I… tell Kojiro?" Her thoughts were always logical.

But I had already pushed away the memory that she's engaged. "Where does he think you are?"

"I told him I went to visit my mom at the hospital…" Kisara explained. "He told me earlier this week that he offered to help her with the transfusion she needed, but it seems to have failed. So… I lied and said I was going to see her for the first and probably last time."

"That's a huge lie just to see me..." I played with the ends of her hair, "I'm flattered..."

"I didn't think he'd let me leave otherwise..." she dug her feet under the cushion I was sitting on. "I don't ever plan on seeing them though."

"Yeah..." I thought allowed. "Don't tell him anything..."

"I have to say something..." She tucked her bangs behind her ears.

I averted my eyes. "You don't… Really. You can just stay here and just leave it at that..."

She seemed to consider it for a moment. I don't know why she doesn't allow herself to just leave him upright. After all, she has me now. Moral or not, we're here together. We've kissed. We've made it clear that we want more than boss and employee. More than "friends." Just more.

"I guess… Tell him you're with your parents and—" I stopped myself before I said anything else.

I cut myself off, but Kisara wanted to hear what I had to say. "I could say that. And?"

Checkmate. "And… we'll get your stuff tomorrow… So you don't have to go back."

She smiled. "And stay here?"

"Too fast… isn't it?" I don't know how this works…

I'm so used to flings. I'm used to typical one night stands. I had very few relationships, and in them, there wasn't any real connections. See them after work. Sit in silence while they took advantage of my fortune. In return, I'd have some company to fill the air in the room. This is different, being with Kisara like this.

I don't even know what this is. All I know is that I don't want her to leave.

Kisara reached forward, caressing my cheek. "Probably… But..." I place my good hand over top of hers, taking in its warmth. "But you would be saving me."

"So..." I closed my eyes. "Are you going to stay…? We don't have to sleep in the same room… I'll be respectful…"

Kisara stared back at me and pulled her feet out from the cushion. She crawled towards me, her knee tapping my hip. I opened my eyes just as she leaned in to kiss me. I was getting used to the feeling of her lips already, but my stomach was still in knots every time our lips met. I wanted to keep track, but was already lost count. It would be stupid for me to anyway… I'm not a teenager.

She pulled away, but her air still lingered. "I'll stay."

"Will you… be mine?" The fuck is wrong with me… "I mean… can I take you out?"

She smiled before laughing. "I didn't realize you were so shy."

Kisara pushed herself back, her feet now by my side as she held her knees to her chest. Her head lie on her knees as she hugged her legs. He ponytail was falling out, strands coming loose.

"Me either..." I answered her, looking away from her. "But… I've also never had this type of thing happen to me."

She smiled. "You mean, the CEO of Kaiba Corp isn't a huge womanizer?"

"Heh..." I looked away and scratched the back of my head. "It's not really the right way to put it… I've been with others, don't get me wrong. I'm sure you've heard the stories of me being 'sleazy,' in those stupid magazines and what not… But I've never felt an emotional connection to anyone… I hardly considered anyone being with me a relationship."

"So… What does this make us?" Her eyes showed a slight fear as she asked.

I wanted to word this right, word this in a way that it didn't make me sound like I would push her away, like I did to everyone. This is Kisara after all, the one girl in this world who can put me into an absolute frenzy over nothing. She drives me mad… But, I guess it's in a good way.

I closed my eyes, thinking of the proper answer. "I can't say you're the first… But I actually care about you… I want to be with you..." What does this make us? I didn't even answer her properly.

The heat weighed heavy on my cheeks as she asked another question. "So… Why me?"

I couldn't tell her some fairy tale. I couldn't say she reminded me of the Blue Eyes White Dragon. I couldn't say that she was the reincarnation of a woman from five thousand years ago. I couldn't give her some fable of us. So then, what real reason did I have, other than I was curious about her because of the visions of an illusion?

"Honestly..." But I could at least tell one truth. "You kind of… Found your way into my dreams… The thought of you getting hurt haunted me…" That was the reason I was screaming atop my corporation that night… But I could never tell her that. "I just… wanted to save you..."

She smiled. "Want to hear a funny story?"

"Sure." I let her enlighten me.

"Back when I started paying attention to you, like, when I was living on my own and working to pay my rent, I used to watch you duel. Only while I was at work though. They always had the duelist station on. I watched your tournament. I always cheered you on, though everyone always cheered for Yugi..." She paused, thinking of the details. "I started to have these weird dreams about you. But they were never clear… Like we rode a horse together, but you would hop off and yell at me to keep going."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"I know, weird right?" She laughed about it. "There was another time, I watched you get hurt, and I couldn't do anything about it. But, a blue eyes white dragon appeared and saved you from some some tough looking, bigger guys. You looked a lot younger though."

My heart stopped.

"Another dream I had was just running to find you..." She started fidgeting her fingers together. "But, after I was running and running for so long, I'd find you, but that's all that there was. Weird, right?

"Y—yeah." I stuttered.

She doesn't remember how she saved me? She doesn't even remember finding me. She thinks it's all just dreams. God, I could never tell her. If she knew her dreams for from a past life… What the hell am I saying? I don't believe in that bull shit world. But… Why would she dream of those illusions? And why is it she can see them through her dreams, and not from the trickery of the millennium items or the god cards having any part in it?

"I never really thought any thing of those dreams though." Kisara admit. "But… I don't think those dreams are what made me have feelings for you."

A chance to change the subject away from the illusion. "Oh? So what made you have feelings for a scumbag like me?"

She pouted. "You're not a scumbag…. But… I think it was the day I saw you at the banquet… Maybe…"

"Yeah?" I didn't expect it to be our first meeting that drew her to me.

"I wouldn't say I actually fell in love with you then and there," She started. "But the way you looked at your card, holding it up to the moon… It made me think that… I would like to be looked at like that. Like I'm precious to someone… So… I admired you for being able to hold something so dear… Even when you stopped dueling."

I really didn't expect Kisara's words to melt away the ice of my heart. "I didn't stop dueling… I just took a break..."

"But you haven't dueled in so long." She had me there. "Why did you stop?"

Back to the subject I wanted to avoid… Better make an excuse. "I just wanted a break… I hate admitting it… But constantly losing to Yugi had a huge part in it. I respect him as a duelist and rival. I wanted to take a break before I tried a new strategy to beat him. But I enjoyed the time away from dueling and having to worry about winning or losing. So I turned my focus to the virtual systems of my company. Improving and enhancing the experience. You saw first hand."

I was tired of being stuck in the past… That's why I put away my cards. The king of games died long ago, and I have no chance of dueling him again. I've accepted that after all these years. But… To duel with the cards that resembled her soul… To see another Blue Eyes White Dragon perish is like watching her die in my arms again… Like watching her soul disintegrate into nothingness.

"It was really awesome." She smiled. "I can't wait to go back."

"We can go when ever you want." I wanted to give her the world.

"I almost forgot!" She pulled out her phone, turning it on and opening her contacts. "I guess I should tell him I won't be home."

"Right." I turned so my body was facing her, but I leaned back on the arm of the chair, keeping my legs crossed so I wouldn't hit her. "Do you want me to get a room ready for you?"

Kisara had been typing a message when I asked, but her fingers now stopped. I yawned as I watched her. I could barely see the tint on her cheeks as the burned red again.

"Unless… you..." She had trouble speaking. "I can… with..."

It took me no time to figure out what she was trying to say, which threw me into embarrassment. "I mean… I won't… stop you… But… You know… Uhm.."

"If you… want to..." Her eyes looked up at me as she gripped her phone tightly.

"S—sure..." I wasn't going to say no… "But… don't force yourself too..."

With a nod, Kisara looked back down at her phone. She started typing more. I sat, just watching her fingers type as I tried to calm down. Blood was rushing through my body, to place that it probably shouldn't. I closed my legs, pulling my own knees to my chin. I distracted myself by looking at my wrapped up hand. I didn't feel the pain of punching the glass of my liquor cabinet.

Honestly, I had forgotten about it entirely. I was so wrapped up in my first kiss with Kisara that the world escaped me. I hadn't gone back to my study to see if it was cleaned up, though I'm positive that it was. Mokuba had told a maid to clean up and be careful, I remember that much.

Mokuba… the sly devil. I remember his smug look when we arrived back at the mansion. As much as Kisara and I tried to calm down, there was no hiding the red faces we had. Kisara was an open book when she was embarrassed. And, well, I never blush. So, that was awkward to say the least. Immediately, he faked a call and left us to be alone.

I guess I should at least thank him later.

"So..." Kisara pulled me back to the now. "What do we… do?"

That could mean a lot of things at this moment. "About?"

"I mean… like… Right now?" Kisara was flustered. "I usually just read until I'm tired and then go to bed..."

"Yeah?" Stop thinking about what she would wear. Fuck. What is she going to wear? "Uhm… Do you need to borrow pajamas?"

"Oh..." I guess she hadn't thought about it either. "I… Guess so."

"I have some you can wear..." Just like the other night I was drunk. "But they're probably too big..."

"Your shirt swallowed me." She smiled, averting her eyes. "And the pants are pretty baggy."

"Mokuba's smaller than me. I can get something of his for you." I offered, though I didn't want to give her any of his clothes…

She rose her hands in the air, shaking them back and forth. "No, that's okay… I… Yours are fine."

"Okay." I didn't want to admit how relieved I was.

"Should we… go then?" Kisara asked.

I swallowed the nervousness down and scratched the back of my head. "I… guess."

So we both stood, though I was a little more reluctant to. I walked behind her as we left the theater, making our way to the staircase near the front of the mansion. Hopefully the walk to the bedroom would calm me down… Otherwise things may be even more awkward than they already are.

I won't lie though, it was kind of fun sneaking around, trying not to get caught. Though it was late, I did still have employees around at night. Maids finishing up their last tasks. Security guards at the many entrances. I realize it would have been less suspicious if we had just walked normally… But like I said, it was fun.

Besides, it made her laugh when we would peek around corners to make sure the halls were clear. We were like kids playing hide and go seek. Only, a thousand times more horrible at it. I kept up our stealthy game until we made it back to the room. But that's when we stood their awkwardly, outside the door.

"Are you… sure you're okay with this?" I had to remind myself that this was the first time she'd be staying over with me. And not just because the weather prevented her from leaving.

Kisara took a deep breath and nodded, her cheeks flushed again. "Yeah… I'm sure."

I nodded, grabbing the door knob and twisting it as I pushed the door open. "Uh… Welcome to my room?"

That got her laughing. "I've been in here many times before. I was your maid, you know."

"I'm not dumb." I rolled my eyes. "But… you're the first non employee or family member to enter my room..."

And the blood rush was back. Why did I have to think of it like that. She's just staying the night with me… In my bed… Sleeping with me… I need to wear pajama pants and a t shirt tonight… Not just boxers…

"I'll, uh, get you something to wear… Come in and close the door..." I quickly walked over to my drawers.

Kisara was slow to do as I said though. By the time she actually closed the door, I was already holding two sets of pajamas. She took a deep breath before releasing the door knob and turning back to me. It can't be as bad for her, right? She's been sleeping in the same bed as Fujiyama for a couple years now… I'm the odd one right now.

"If you want something else to wear, I have more to choose from." I looked away as I held out the two pairs I pulled out.

She approached, taking one that I held out. "This is fine..."

"Alright… I'll go change in the closet… You can take the bathroom..." I have to be respectful.

Kisara nodded. "Alright."

We both headed to our destinations, changing and returning to the room. She had her clothes folded neatly. Of course my eyes would notice the bra strap hanging out from between her shirt and pants though.

"Oh..." I tried not to be obvious, but now I was checking her out…

She set her clothes on the dresser and started to pull her hair down. "W—what?"

I was just staring like a moron. "N—nothing..."

I threw my clothes into the hamper in my closet before shutting the door and making my way over to the bed. We both stood on opposite sides, waiting for the other to hop in first. It's my room… Guess I should do the honors.

I pulled down the covers, and threw some throw pillows to the floor. I usually would push them to the side, but… I wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight. So I climbed into bed, Kisara following in suit. I took a deep breath as she lied on the pillow beside mine. I kept enough distance so that I wouldn't cross any boundaries. I was staring up at the ceiling, not sure where to go from here.

"Just think of it like a sleep over?" Kisara's voice cracked as she tried to calm me down. Or maybe she was talking to herself? I don't know… I was too nervous to look.

"R—right." I adjusted myself before pulling my arms above the covers.

I took a deep breath and turned on my side, facing Kisara. I made sure to keep my wounded hand on the side that faced away from her. It rested on my side now. I didn't know whether or not I should have been surprised to see that she was already lying down on her side, facing me. We both blushed.

"I… forgot the lights..." I stood back up, grabbing my phone from the night stand to act as a light as I walked across the room to get the switch.

I turned my phone on and flipped the light switch off with my elbow. I turned back to the bed, using my phone to light my path. I could hear my heart throbbing in my ears. I kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I climbed back into the bed, setting the phone back on the night stand. Again, I turned to face Kisara.

I could barely make out the outline of her. As we lied in bed, my eyes began to adjust. I could make out her eyes, the shape of her face. I could see the shape her body made beneath the blankets. I was looking at her in an entirely new light… And yet, I felt like I had already familiarized myself with her body.

"If it's… too weird, I can go to the next room over..." She whispered slightly.

"No… it's not that." I reached forward, stroking her hair gently. "I've just… never shared my bed with anyone. Not since Mokuba and I were kids."

Why… the fuck did I say that?

I could barely see the curve of her lips as she smiled. "So this is really okay?

She was asking me, right? "Yeah… I'm actually… Really happy about this, Kisara."

"May I..." She paused, "Rest my head on you?"

I don't know if she could see how wide my eyes became, but I nervously nodded. "Y—yeah..."

I turned onto my back, stretching out my arm as I listen to the sheets rustle as she made her way next to me. Kisara lied her head on my chest, as well as her hand. The other one tucked under her chin, gently pressing against my side. I took another deep breath, wrapping my arm comfortably around her.

Her figure was so slender. It felt like she fit perfectly right where she was. A piece that was missing to a puzzle, reunited at last. I couldn't help but smile. I ran my fingers through her hair, gently.

"Can I… Kiss you again?" I asked her.

It's funny really. I could easily take any other girl and be as forward as I want. I could be an ass, sleep with them and not give a damn. I could brush off anything they said to me, no matter what it was. But When it comes to Kisara, I'm reverting to a school kid with a crush, to afraid to speak to her. She has this way of making my heart pound.

I could feel her body shake with her as she giggled. "Of course."

I leaned up a little, just enough to reach her forehead. I pressed my lips to it gently, some of her hair falling and tickling my nose. It didn't bother me though. I smiled as I kissed her head, then lied back against my pillow. This felt right. Even though there were still a few bugs that needed fixed.

"I'm glad to have you here… Kisara." I admit to her, gently running my fingers down her cheek.

I felt her face get a little warmer. "Me too, Seto."

She pushed herself up, so I pulled my arm back so she could adjust. But I didn't realize she was pushing herself towards me to kiss my lips. We collided. I felt chills running down my arms as I hugged her against me. As much as I worried about her rubbing against me, I was starting to care less. Her hair fell, brushing against my face and neck. She tried to pull it out of the way, but I didn't mind the few strands the stuck to our lips.

When did I become so bold? The fact that I was sleeping in the same bed as him was already making my heart feel like it would explode. But here I was, kissing him like we'd been lovers for all of eternity. I kissed him in a way I had never kissed Kojiro. I felt passionate towards him. I felt warmth that I never knew existed. Seto made me feel like the world was right again.

So was it okay to make a bolder move forward?

My thighs grew hot, his scent was intoxicating. Just feeling his arms around me sends pulses throughout my body. He's refined, sculpted. When we kiss, my mind would go blank, enjoying the sensation of his touch. I'm allowed to feel this way for him, right? Am I allowed to let my instinct take control of where this goes?

It's lead me this far. I can trust myself not to make a mistake. Kojiro was my past. I can live for here, for now. Just as Seto can. Only looking to tomorrow. Making the world better for me. For so long, he was the sun, making me feel like I was invisible to the world… But now, he is the sun that gives me warmth.

So I made another bold move, wrapping my leg intertwined with his. It surprised him. I felt his slight jump.

"K—Kisara?" He whispered to me.

But… the whisper only made me feel hotter. "I—I'm sorry… Should I stop?"

I kept my face close to his, waiting for him to reply. We didn't move. We just breathed in each others air. I could see the light reflecting in his eyes from the small beacon of light that the moon gave off. Finally, his bad hand fell to his side, but his good hand caressed my cheek. He kissed me again, leaving me without an answer.

So I pulled my body up, climbing over him. I pulled my bangs to the side, trying to tuck what I could behind my ear as we kissed. And even though I knew what I was doing, I still was surprised when I sat atop him. I could feel him. I could feel his heat. He was so hard… Something I'd never felt before.

The nervousness kicked in as I sat with him between my legs. The sudden realization that I was initiating this all finally came over me. I'm sitting here, on top of Seto. I've never straddled Kojiro before, but day one of what ever we have become and I'm hotter for him than I ever have been for anyone. I've never even felt aroused by someone until now! What the hell am I doing?!

"S—sorry..." He apologized. "I… can't help it..."

I slightly shook, the nervous thoughts making things harder than they already were. "It's okay. Really… I've… I've never done this..."

"R—really?" His voice was also shaky.

"Really…" I confirmed.

I wonder if he remembers when I pretty much confessed to him that I'm virgin. That was so long ago, at least it feels that way. I've only know Seto personally for a year now, if not a little longer than that. Does he remember that dinner? And the embarrassing story I told?

"We don't… have to, you know." I heard the gulp of him swallowing.

He was just as nervous as I was. I figured he would be more comfortable in this type of situation. "I know..."

But something possessed me to continue. I leaned down, kissing him again and again. He stroked my back before grabbing onto the shirt he lent me. He held it as I slipped him my tongue. They danced between our mouths as he pushed us both up, so that we were both sitting now. He used the arm with his bad hand to hold me against him. I could feel him better this way.

He ran his good hand down my side and to my hips. I nearly moaned for the first time in my life, but couldn't vocalize a proper one. It sounded more like a squeak than anything. He chuckled at it as he pulled his lips away from me once more, holding me to him and staring me in the eyes.

"Kisara..." He whispered my name.

His gaze had me under a spell. I'm sure if the lights were still on, I'd be able to see my own reflection. I wonder… Was he looking at me with the same admiration that he bestowed upon his blue eyes white dragon cards?

I smiled gently, trying to push the thought aside and focus on what was playing out before me. "It's okay."

I tugged the bottom of his shirt, as if to ask permission to remove it. For a moment, he let go of me, pulling his shirt up over his head and discarding it to the side. I could feel the ridges of his collar bone, his chest, and all the way down his abs. He was more toned than I thought. Feeling him like this made a mess of butterflies in my stomach.

But I didn't want to stop, no matter the embarrassment I felt.

I don't think he could tell I was blushing as I grabbed the bottom of my own shirt. I pulled it up and over my head, also tossing it aside. His fingertips now explored my body, rising from my hips to my stomach. He felt my birthmark...

I forgot about my birthmark… I forgot about the disfigurement of my body… Fear was now striking a chord with me… I didn't want him to know this part of me… I didn't want anyone to know this part of me.

"What happened?" He traced it slowly, his words startling me.

I avert my eyes, not wanting to confront him. "I was born with this..."

"It… feels like a scar..." He took a few deep breaths.

"It's hideous like one too..." I showed him my flaws, mistaking bravery with cowardice.

If he were going to reject me, it would be at this moment… I was anxious, and yet afraid. I was excited, but I couldn't help but hesitate as he felt the wretched part of me. I expected disgust, but instead, he gently pushed me to my back, switching to him being over top of me. His legs straddled beside my hips He traced it again, all the way down until his fingers pressed against the top of the pajama pants I wore. I let my arms rest beside my head, allowing him to do what he pleased with me. Seto leaned forward, kissing the top of my scar.

The sensation shocked through my body. He continued to kiss down my birthmark, over and over. He stopped just below my navel. He then pulled himself back over my face.

"You're beautiful..." His words melted me.

And just like that, the fear was erased. He accepted me, all of me. This part of me I kept hidden away from the world… He discovered me. He found me.

Seto found me...

I leaned my head up to kiss him. He leaned on his forearm, again running his hand up my hip, up my sides, and this time feeling his way to my breast. I winced, but not of pain. He kissed me again. We exchanged tongues again. He gently ran his fingers over my breast before grabbing it. First, gently. But I let out a moan, and he grabs it tighter.

Our kiss ends as he moves to kiss my neck. I can't stop crying out as he nibbles the skin, moving back down. He used his elbow now to prop himself up as he kissed down my chest. He kissed my breast, grabbing one and licking the other.

"Ahh—" I can't hold back.

I felt his lips curve to a smile as he started to suck on my nipple. The suction made me more sensitive than I had imagined it would. I shut my eyes tightly, pulling my hand over my mouth to keep myself hushed. He continuously ran his tongue over and around the nipple, making time feel nonexistent.

I can't believe this is happening… I closed my eyes tightly, pressing my hand harder over my mouth. It's embarrassing, but I can't deny that my body feels good. Really good. The heat was already spreading between my legs, and I could even feel him throbbing against me from beneath his pajama pants.

For a moment, he stopped, pulling himself back up to my face. Even with my eyes closed, I can sense him before me. I opened my eyes, greeted by him staring back at me. I uncovered my mouth, gently placing it to his chest. I swallow the saliva that was building up more than normal in my mouth.

But Seto remained looking calm, showing almost no sign of nervousness. I know it must be easier for him to do this. He's been with others, I know he has. But, this is my first time… Fearful and nervous, but anxious because it's him.

"If you want me to stop, tell me… Got it?" I could see the concern in his eyes.

Is he a mind reader? I want to reply, but my shaky voice won't let me speak. Instead, I nod, wanting him to continue. Physically, I craved him. Mentally, I wanted him. Instinctively, my body needed this. At least, it felt that way.

Seto leaned down, kissing me gently before propping himself on his side. We switched the position of our legs, where he was momentarily at my side instead. Gracefully, slowly, and sensitively, he ran his fingers to my hips, tugging down on them by one side. I watched inventively, asking myself why it was so fascinating to watch. It wasn't some book that had a romantic scene. It wasn't a movie that happened to have a sex scene. I never watch an erotic film, so this was the closest experience I would have to that.

My eyes shift to Seto's eyes. They're not fully open as he stares at my expression, searching for my own hesitation. He's so careful with me, as if I were some fragile creature. It makes my heart skip. He continued to pull the pajamas down, slowly until the other side snapped down over my hip, catching up to the rest of the elastic the stretched off of me. I arched my back, pressing on my shoulders as I lifted my lower half up to assist him.

He chuckled. Was he not expecting me to help? Just when I think I can figure out what's going through his head, I'm clueless again. He pushes himself up again, sitting up so he can better pull off my pants. He's pulling off my pants… Oh god.

I feel my face grow even hotter as more and more the realization is sinking in. They were off now, as he quickly turned back up to me, still lying by my side. He tucked an arm under my head, leaving his bad hand out of any touching that would surely happen. Seto's breath tickled my head as he leaned in again, now nibbling on my ear as his good hand explored down my body once more.

But this time, he passed the birthmark. He kept going, reaching the fabric of my cotton panties. I can't even remember what color they are right now. My mind is going blank. He's nibbling my ear and stirring the butterflies in my stomach. I wince as he does, shutting my eyes again. As he tucks his fingers into my panties, I reach my hand closest to him to hold his bicep, the other pressing a nervous fist into my chest.

For a moment, his hand stopped, but he continued to nibble. His fingers gently rubbed the skin just above my sensitive, untouched area. Maybe he wasn't expecting me to be someone who'd shave? I mean, I don't know if other virgins shave their hair off, but to me, it's uncomfortable. I'd rather be smooth… I guess it's coincidence that I'd be perfectly shaved today? If it is perfect. Fuck, I can't recall.

I take a deep breath as his fingers finally pushed themselves onto my clitoris. I almost burst, the embarrassment taking full grasp on my conscious. He starts rubbing it, softly and gently. He kisses my ear between small nibbles. I let go of his bicep, again covering my mouth to stifle the noises I made.

"You don't have to hold back..." He whispers in my ear.

God, his seduction skills are intoxicating.

I turn my face to him, squinting my eyes as I'm still trying to hold back. His hand moves a bit more down, his fingers now pressing against the entrance of my body. I bite my bottom lip, the sensation of ecstasy filling my body. I close my eyes tighter, afraid to confront my own desires. It was new, but it felt so good. I couldn't emphasize that enough.

Seto kisses the top of my hand as he finally pressed himself inside of me. His fingers rubbed the walls of my insides, every sensor in me coming alive. There was no way I could hold back that moan. He kissed my hand again, pressing his fingers in and out of me, but never actually taking them out. I gave in moving my hand so that he could kiss me as he continued. Again, our tongues danced as the poison was taking over.

I'm already addicted to him. I'm losing my fucking mind.

He pulled away from the kiss. "You're already so wet..."

His voice was devious, but in the way that made you want more. I was completely speechless, lost in the desire. I craved more. I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to be even. Is that weird of me?

Awkwardly, I turn onto my side, my head burying into his neck. He fixed the position of his hand, continuing to finger my insides as I reached down to his own pajamas. I couldn't stop my heavy breaths, the quiet tones escaping with each time he thrust his fingers in me. I wasted no time in putting my own hand down his pajamas, and straight into his briefs.

I think I was expecting regular, baggy boxers. But boxer briefs made more sense for wearing suits I guess. They gripped his legs and waist tighter, making this a little more difficult than I had thought it would be. He must not have expected me to be so forward, as his entire body jumped as my hand met him.

He made his own wince, his one eye closing as he bit his teeth together. "Ki—"

I didn't want to make eye contact, so I stared down at where I was placing my hand. I was holding him, his warmth emitting more than I expected again. So this is what it felt like? I used my other hand to pull his pajamas and boxer briefs away from his waist, giving myself more room to move. After a few more moments of enjoying his fingers pressing inside of me, I began my own exploration.

I began rubbing my hand on him, making sure not to grip too tightly. I cradled the tip, feeling how smooth it was. There was a bit of his own wetness at the peak, which spread slightly in my hand. I rubbed the tip before moving my hand further down. It was so odd to me, how he could easily become this hard. I don't even know what I was expecting in terms of length. I'd never even thought of it until now. And I never would have thought that it could take up my entire hand.

"Kisara..." He sat up again, my head resting back on the pillow.

He removed his fingers, and immediately began to pull down my panties. I winced in embarrassment again, pushing my hands to my sides and grabbing onto the sheets. Seto removed his own pajama bottoms, and with them his briefs. This is it, isn't it? This is really happening? I'm really giving myself to Seto...

He threw our clothes to the side, only some of the articles actually making it to the floor while the rest hung from the side of the bed. Seto pulled himself back over me, my legs opened up for him. He was presented before me, the throbbing almost visible in him. Before anything, we stared at one another, fully exposing ourselves. No one had ever seen me this way, and I guess I'm one of the lucky ones to see him this way.

Would I be the last? Am I really getting jealous now of all times? I need to push back these thoughts for another time… Or forever really.

"Kisara..." He whispered, crawling up to me. Again, he rested on his arm and used his good hand to stroke my cheek. "If it hurts, tell me to stop..."

I swallowed, knowing I didn't really need a warning. "It's… supposed to hurt… the first time."

He swallowed as well closing his eyes and kissing my lips. His hand retreated from my face, now grabbing himself and rubbing it on my clit. I felt it's smooth tip, and quickly it was being covered with my own wetness. I really was wet… I had no clue I could produce such a thing.

And finally, the pressure started, "I'll go slow, okay?"

I bit my lip, "M'hm.."

I tightly shut my eyes, feeling myself opening up for him. It hurt, but it was a bearable pain. I winced, a bit louder than before. But he kept going, pushing himself inside of me until he couldn't any more. I cried out, a louder moan than I wanted to make. We had barely even began, and I was already becoming loud.

"Fuck..." He whispered under his breath. "You're so tight..."

We took a few deep breaths, as we remained still. I could feel him throbbing through the odd and sharp pain. I could feel the light trickle of wetness escaping down my thigh. A symbolism that I truly was no longer a virgin… Honestly, I didn't feel like I'd be able to take him all in, and yet, here we were… Connected.

"I'm gonna move now… Okay?" He stared down at me before kissing my forehead again.

All I could do was nod, anticipating his movement. I want this so bad, but I was so terrified. Do I move with him? Or do I just let him do all the movement? The questions didn't matter as he started pulling himself back and pushing into me again. Through the pain, my sensors felt some excitement. He did it again. And again. He kept going, slowly until he felt myself relax.

I reached my arms up, wrapping them around his neck. "S—Seto!"

He looked down to me, still gently thrusting in me. "Is it okay?"

I finally opened my eyes, moaning and wincing with each thrust as he filled me. "Don't… stop."

He leaned down, kissing me again. He crawled up closer, giving myself a better feel of him being inside me. I couldn't help but moan with any movement he made while we were like this. He then ended our kiss, sitting up on his knees, and grabbing my hips. Neither of us gave any attention to his hurt hand, as he started thrusting a little harder.

"Ah-!" The moans kept releasing.

He was a little faster than before. Actually… it felt a lot faster. Oh god. My body was giving in finally. It tensed with pleasure, any pain that I was feeling before disappearing. I pressed my hand onto the lower part of my stomach as the other one grabbed the pillow I was laying my head on. I felt like I needed to hold on to something, but I also wanted my hands to relax.

It was an odd mixture of being tense and relaxed as he pushed in me. Seto is inside me, filling me up... He's really making love to me right now, giving me the pleasure that no one else ever could.

I think I'm going insane!

"S—Seto..." I can't help but cry out to him, my eyes not wanting to stay open.

I could feel him throbbing inside me. I could feel the friction as he rubbed the walls of my insides. Every part of me felt intense pleasure. Seto reached forward, grabbing on to on of my breast as he leaned forward. He was holding himself up again, thrusting with more control. I felt his breath on my face.

I could barely open my eyes, seeing him above me. I tried to call his name again, but the words were stifled back by a loud moan. I think that was the first one that sounded proper… I was so embarrassed that I shut my eyes tightly again. Seto pressed his forehead against mine.

"Kisara..." He huffed through his breaths. "I'm..."

And suddenly he was MUCH faster! I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him towards me more. Was he really about to finish? Was he going to climax inside of me…?

Oh god! We forgot a condom! He can't do that!

"S—Seto!" I cried out, louder than I had the entire time we were together.

But… I was too late.

He pulled himself inside me, one last hard thrust as he started to pour every ounce he had in me. I felt the warmth. I felt the liquid. I bit his lip as it all unleashed inside me. I couldn't tell if any of it was me. I didn't know what was him and what was me. All I know is that it was warm and wet… And dripping outside of me.

It hadn't been more than a few minutes… Fifteen at the most… But my body felt entirely exhausted. My stomach felt odd. My thighs felt sticky. My muscles felt weak. We were both covered in sweat, the stench of it filling the room. It had a different kind of smell though. I guess that's the scent that happens when two people make love.

This wasn't just a hook up… right? This was… love making… right?

Seto pulled himself out of me, everything draining out as he did. It sent a tremor through my body, causing me to quake. I covered my mouth to hold back a small wince of pleasure… Why was I so embarrassed at this point?

Seto held himself over me for a minute. "Are you okay?"

I felt his hot breaths again. I was nervous to look up at him. I awkwardly made eye contact and nodded, pulling my hand off my mouth and resting it on my chest.

"I… Uhm..." I didn't know what to do.

Did he notice that we forgot the condom too? Was he like this with his past hook ups? I'm not just a hook up though… right? He said he cares about me… Right?

I hope I didn't make a mistake…

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" He rolled off to the side, but sat up scratching the back of his head. "And… sorry… I was so nervous… I didn't last very long..."

I never pictured that he'd be someone to admit that. "I… Probably should..."

There was a pressure in my stomach, that almost felt like I did need to use the bathroom, just not as intense. It wouldn't hurt to clean up either though. I sat up, causing more of what was inside of me to drain out. I awkwardly pressed my knuckles to my lips as I tensed up with what was pouring out of me. I almost fell back to where I was lying prior. It felt like I had been working out my abs all day.

"Are you okay?" Seto placed his good hand on my back, as if to help me sit properly.

I shifted my eyes to him, but then away to the other direction. "Y—yeah."

I placed my hand over my stomach, feeling the warmth the resided inside me, questioning in my mind again if he realized we didn't use a condom. I swallowed the sense of anxiety, and turned to swing my legs off the bed. They were so shaky. I swallowed again and pushed myself off the bed.

But my legs didn't hold me, and I fell forward.

"Kisara!" Seto crawled to the edge of the bed, jumping off to help me back up.

"S—sorry!" He offered me his hand, so I reached out and took it. "I didn't know… I'd be this fatigued afterward..."

He chuckled a bit, pulling me to a stand and then scooping me up into his arms. I know I was already red from our… Activities, but he was still constantly making me blush. I couldn't look at him. I felt so odd trying to. Was this a normal reaction to having sex with someone? Not to mention just having sex for the first time?

I was so lost in thought that I hadn't realized Seto had helped me to the bathroom. It was the light he turned on with his elbow that brought me to reality. I'm glad he had his own bathroom in his room, otherwise this would have made the night much more difficult. He sat me down on the toilet seat, seat closed of course. I held myself up with the side of the sink that I could reach. He walked to the linen closet, grabbing me out a towel. Walking back over, he handed it to me.

"Call me if you need me to carry you again..." The was the first moment our eyes met since we finished.

It shocked me a bit. "Oh… Okay..." And again I looked away.

He scratched the back of his head as he walked out, a smile from ear to ear. There was a red tint on his cheeks as he left. It actually was more settling to see him that way. I smiled to myself as he shut the bathroom door upon exiting. The butterflies filling ever more in my stomach.

I cleaned myself up the best that I could from that point, using the toilet and wiping myself until I felt… Not so sticky I guess. I was able to get a look at myself in the mirror, looking at how messy my hair had become, and the fact I was red all the way down through my chest. The longer I stared at myself, the more I questioned what he saw in me. And not just that… But was it really okay that we did what we just committed to?

After some time of questioning myself, I finally wobbled over to the bathroom door, cracking it open. Seto was awaiting me, just outside the door. He asked if I was okay before he picked me up again, and gently placed me into the bed, crawling in beside me. I can't remember how little amount of time passed after that, as my eyes heavily collapsed, drifting off into sleep. Though my conscious was a blur, I could once in a while feel the gentle kisses he would leave on my forehead, shoulder, lips, cheek, or anywhere really.

Or perhaps the kisses were part of the dream I was having?

P.S. I've never written a "romantic" scene. So let me know how I did, please?
I'd love to hear what I could improve on, or suggestions for possible fixes.

Much love!

10/10/16

[I have an important update in regards to my absence. Please refer to my profile for more details.
More importantly... No. I am not abandoning this story. I appreciate the patience and thank you all for following my fanfiction.
I'll get a chapter up as soon as I can. Reading the update will hopefully shed some light to things for everyone asking for more.]