Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monster GX Fan Fiction ❯ It's never too later (Seto) ❯ Chapter 3

It's never too Late [a Seto romance] 03

Iris frowned after her brother-in-law, an odd feeling settling over her, shaking her head she slid the card threw the zip lock and opened the door, the smell of fresh coffee hit her. Made her pause, maybe Seto was already here. Taking a deep breath she pulled her case in and closed the door making her way down the small foyer into the lounge. Seto was sitting on the balcony patio watching the waves, “Seto,” she called trying not to frown. He turned his head to look at her with those drowning blue eyes, a small smile on his face “Hi.” Hi, hi was the first thing he said to her in nearly two weeks.

Shaking her head she asked “Nice view?” he nodded, “Very good, very peaceful.” “Good, I'm going to put my things away,” she said and looked around there were a set of French doors that were open, showing a very inviting bed and a single door leading off into what she guessed was the bath room. Walking over dragging her bag she popped it open after placing her hand bag on the bedside table, all the cloths in her bag were very sexy, very daring. Very low neck lines, even her undies were sexy; none of the cloths were hers. Shaking her head she put everything away; even her toiletries in the bath room which had a huge bath tub, two person shower and two basins.

Seto had defiantly been think luxury when he was looking for a room. An hour after she walked through the door she looked across the table where they'd just finished lunch, at Seto and gave a small smile. “Thanks for this I know you must be really busy at work,” she said and he frowned, “I thought you set this up,” he said and she shook her head. “No Mokuba said you did,” she said and he shook his head and said “No he told me you set this up…” They stared at each other then Seto turned to the phone and dialled home. A mechanical voice came over the loud speaker “you are unable to place this call, please call the servus desk for further information or help.”

Frowning Seto hung up and call the servus desk “Good afternoon, Lily speaking, how can I, help you?” a brisk feminine voice came over the line. “Good afternoon, we've just tried to place a call out of the hotel, but the phone won't let us,” Seto said. “What suite are you in?” Lily asked and Iris said “5 V” when Seto frowned at her, obviously he hadn't looked at the door. “Hold on a moment please,” Lily said and they listened to the tap-tap of her finger on the keys of a computer. “I'm sorry sir but Mr Kaiba placed a very specific request that the phone be unable to make out of Hotel calls,” Lily said her voice cheerfully neutral.

“Is there anything else I can help you with sir? Ma'am?” she asked “No thank you,” Seto said and he hung up. Shaking her head Iris walked briskly into the bed room and opened her bag looking for her phone. Coming up empty, she dumped the contents onto the bed her lipstick, mirror, a toy phone with lollies inside and a wedding cake top fell out. Frowning she picked up the top and toy phone walking back to find Seto laying out three photos she'd put away years ago, another toy phone, a tape and a two children's rings. “What the?” he asked “My phone, my laptop, files their all gone!” she laughed and held out the toy phone and wedding top. “Pome pilot, phone, beeper,” she said sitting down.

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She should have known this was too good to be true, Seto wouldn't remember an anniversary, he wouldn't organise a week away, not when he had three companies to run. “Don't worry, I'll help,” Mokuba's voice swirled in her head as Seto sat down staring at the photo's, one in particular, a photo of the two of them on their wedding night, the sun setting behind them as they kissed. “Fuck!” she said dropping the phone and top onto the table, “what?” Seto asked and she looked at him with tired green eyes.

He couldn't remember a time when she'd turned tired eyes at him, her face was so empty it was astonishing and he knew he was to blame for both, for turning away from her. “A week ago, after you left, Seth came up to me and said he was sorry you hadn't said bye to me,” she said picking up the wedding top. “I didn't understand and Mokuba explained to me that Seth is worried we're going to get devoiced, if your recall, Lee, his best friend's parents recently split,” she told him. Frowning he asked “Where is he getting that idea?” but already knowing the answer.

She gave him a patronizing look, “We don't talk Seto, and we sleep in separate bedrooms two floors away from each other,” she said and gave a bitter laugh “I can't remember the last time we kissed.” Her eyes burned and she bit her bottom lip forcing the next few words to come out “We need to sort out what's wrong and fix it, or we're going to have to find a way to make our marriage work or decide if it's not worth it and get a devoice.” Seto did the only thing that hurt look in her eyes let him do.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, after the first brush of lips he knew he was lost; he pulled her closer and stroked his tongue across the seam of her lips. She made a small kittenish sound, her arms coming around his neck, matching his passion, his fire. Running his hands down her back he felt starved of touch, for the feel of her bare flesh against his. Grabbing the front of her blouse, suddenly glade it was a button up he pulled sending buttons everywhere. Her skirt was already bunching up her hands pulling on his shirt, never once breaking the kiss. He pushed her back into the table, his hands catching the lace of her panties as he pulled them down her legs.

She wiggled and they slid down and she kicked them off, still kissing him, her hands working his belt. It came loose and then seconds later she had opened his pants and pushed both of them down around his thighs. Lifting her up, he knocked all the things from the table off, scattering them on the floor, lifted his head as he parted her thighs. And staring into the green of her eyes he pushed himself inside. He met that first resistance, as if she wouldn't let him in then he was deep inside, and getting deeper while her hips met his and her eyes glazed over with pleasure. He froze, gasping for breath, feeling like an untried youth and ready to explode. He refused to do that, wanting her pleasure before his, always had, always would.

“Please, please,” she whispered blinking up at him, her skin flushed with pleasure. “I-I don't think I'm going to last very long,” he ground out and she reached up for him “I don't care,” she whispered. Kissing her he began to move again, ramming himself deep and hard, and his balls slapping her rounded bottom. Her inner muscles gripping, squizzing, milking him, he could feel himself gathering drawing, his balls getting tighter, harder, then when they were both slick with sweat, she came screaming, her nails bitting into his shoulders. Still he rammed into her wanting that deep, meaningful connection with her, and he realised for the first time in nearly 3-4 years that black hole he'd felt was eating up his life was gone.

On the heals of the thought he came, spurting in hot jetting waves into her, her cry of pleasure as she came again drowned out by the sound of his hoarse cry. She was what he need to complete himself, to be whole and happy, he hadn't even really realised just how lucky he was to have her in his life, as his wife, the mother of his son, the love of his life, his existence. Now he just had to prove it to her, prove that she meant something to him that was more than sex, more than an heir. If she wanted to destroy him, she could just by walking away.

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Feeling about ready to fall down he gathered her close and sat down on his chair, still buried deep, still hard and ready even after that explosive encounter. She snuggled closer, her arms around his neck, lace covered breasts pressed against his bare chest. Running his hands up and down her back he pressed a kiss against her neck, and sighed content just to hold her close and be buried deep inside. Iris moaned softly and wiggled closer still, pressing her mouth to his neck, lapping at his thudding pulse.

Reaching up he unwound her arms from his neck to slide her blouse off, pressing tender kiss into her throat and shoulder as he unbuckled her bra and pulled it off. Blinking dreamily Iris looked at Seto her long blond hair which had been in a tight French braid now sticking out around her face. There was a look in her eyes that touched him, she still loved him, still wanted him, was hopeful he still loved and wanted her. “Help me out of this shirt will you,” he said with a lopsided grin and that pretty pink flush she tended to get when they did something intimate over took her face.

Reaching up she pushed it off his shoulders, her hands running along his skin, her breath coming shallow and fast. Her teeth biting into her bottom lip, that funny little habit that always had him want to kiss her, indulging his wants he did. He brushed her lips gently, and then came back again to nibble gently on her lower lip drawing a gasp of pleasure from her. Taking advantage he plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasted her sweetness, her hope and her endless love, he'd meant to be brutal but that thought like all others vanished with the first taste of her.

He kissed her slowly, gently, his hands cradling her face, his fingers tenderly brushing her cheekbones. He kissed her thoroughly and felt her pleasure at it as her inner muscles squeezing his now solid member. She made a small sound some where between a moan and a whimper that seemed to brush over his skin like hot silk. Letting his hands glide down her bare skin, over her skirt that was now no more than a belt to her bare bottom, needing and massaging before he began to move her, thrusting up as he did.

Gasping, she fell away from his kiss, staring at him with startled eyes, before moving her hands to his shoulders and lifting herself, being to ride him. Before long her eyes where gazed over, her breathing coming in enticing gasps. Kissing his way down her throat to her plentiful breasts he laved one nipple then the other before latching on. Drawing as much of her into him as he could while she came screaming, her hips frenzied. Her hands moved to his hair and she clung to him, back arching as she moaned and writhed in his lap, gasping she dragged him away from her breast kissing him hungrily.

And just like that he came, taking her with him and tearing them apart as they cried out. She slumped against him, breathing hard, deep ragged gasps that matched his. Iris couldn't believe it, he was still hard, her muscles gripped his, wanting more, needing more even though she was more than spent. “Damn,” he whispered still trying to breath, draw a coherent thought. “Double damn,” she said laughing but her throat was too sore and she coughed, tightening her muscles which made him thrust, making her writhe.

In the end he lifted her off of him, the cuddled her in his lap. Resting her head on his shoulder she closed her eyes, suddenly so tired she could have slept for a week.