Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Disquieted Volition of Blue Eyes ❯ Finality ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: Big lemon in this chap. And even something a little extra at the end for all you Seto/Ishizie peeps!

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh nor its characters

Disquieted Volition of Blue Eyes

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Finality

Patiently waiting in Seto's office, Ishizu diverted herself from the private conversation between the two males and chose to watch Mokuba sleep.

She had been secretly eavesdropping on Seto and Atem right next to the door just moments ago.

She wasn't sure what Seto's reaction would be towards the pharaoh, but deep in the pit of her soul, she hoped they left their past actions behind them. And kept them in the past.

With a light sigh, she shifted uncomfortably in her chair and smoothed her dark hair behind her.

The younger Kaiba appeared so peaceful. His face was composed and jubilant even in sleep.

Seeing this, Ishizu's thoughts drifted back to Seto and she wondered if he appeared this innocent and childlike in his slumber.

A faint smile brushed her lips and she shook her head. Imagining him wearing a deep frown and crossed arms while he slept was more fitting for him.

Although, she would like to see him smile once in a while.

“What are you DOING?!” Seto's voice nearly boomed from behind the secret door.

“Getting dressed, Kaiba, what is the problem?” Was Atem's casual reply.

“IS THAT what you call it? Nevermind. Just get out!”

“Then maybe I will! Oh, I'm keeping this by the way.”

“Take it! Just leave!!”

“Fine, I'm leaving!” Atem laughed.

The soft creak of the door opening snagged Ishizu's attention towards it. Her eyes adjusted to the light, then immediately set on Atem's...lack of a better choice in clothing.

He stepped proudly into the larger room clad in one of Seto's black turtleneck shirts which was at least 3 sizes too big for him, and a wide belt that wrapped around his thin waist twice.

Ishizu blinked in shock and quickly stood to her feet. “M...My Pharaoh...?” She had to admit, she wasn't thrilled in the least that Atem was wearing Seto's clothing, but was even more appalled at the way he wore them. The shirt was so long it appeared almost like a dress. But she soon shook those thoughts from her head and decided to believe that the choice of attire simply reminded the pharaoh of his princely outfit.

Yes, that was it.

Easily reading her confusion, Atem nodded to the bewildered woman and smiled. “Don't worry, Ishizu. While this is the best that could be done on such short notice, I am reminded of my attire worn in the palace.”

She nodded back. “Um. Yes, I see.”

“And nothing happened between us.” he reassured. Despite the fact it was the half-truth.

But Ishizu didn't want to venture into the depths of those gritty details and bowed to her former pharaoh.

“Please do be careful with your leave, my Pharaoh.”

He smirked cockily. “Yeah. But, I am no longer the pharaoh.”

“Yes, I know. But it feels better to call you that.” she smiled, trying to remain respectful beneath her hidden anxiety.

“Are you still here” Seto groused, stepping out into his office, standing directly next to Atem.

The smaller male chuckled haughtily. “As you've seen, you cannot get rid of me that easily. But...” he glanced to Ishizu briefly, “I do not wish to intrude.”

“Too late” Seto admitted, crossing his arms.

Despite Seto's grim behavior, Atem could tell he was only taunting him.

“Right. Anyway, farewell to the both of you.”

“Farewell, my Pharaoh.” Ishizu stated hastily and bowed slightly.

“Get out.” Seto scowled, but followed Atem to the front door of his office.

Once the former pharaoh opened the door, he turned and looked directly into Seto's eyes.

“We will meet again, Kaiba.” Atem proclaimed, his voice lowered and of a deeper richness than usual.

“And, I will still be waiting if you ever change your mind.”

Seto snorted. “Don't hold your breath.”

A light smile gingerly crept upon Atem's lips and he chuckled to himself. “I see. Well, perhaps we can duel some other time?”

“Maybe.” Seto smirked. “Now get out.”

And with that, he closed the door.

Turning on his heels, he instinctively searched the large room for Ishizu. But she was nowhere in sight.

“Ishizu?” her name fell in a hush from his lips as he scanned every corner.

But instead of finding her, he noticed Mokuba still sound asleep on the couch.

Stepping behind his desk, he picked up his old white trench coat. He hadn't worn it in almost a year and had clad himself in all black. Nostalgia swept slightly over him, but instead of dwelling on it, he walked over to his brother and draped the lengthy material over his body.

Then he faced the bedroom.

Stepping onto the carpeted floor, Seto leaned against the frame of the doorway. His calculating eyes skimmed over her slender form beneath the sheets. Her back was turned to him. And judging the folds in the sheets, she was holding them tightly.

Guilt nipped at him momentarily, but he pushed it aside and and walked to the edge of the bed.

“Ishizu...”

“I am tired, Seto.” she responded quickly with an even tone. “It has been a long day. Please let me sleep.”

“Now, you want to sleep”

“Yes, I am quite tired. Goodnight.”

Seto frowned. She didn't even bother to argue with him this time.

'Atem...' he swore in his mind. Part of this was indirectly his doing.

With a heavy sigh, Seto tossed the pants Atem left behind on the floor, then got beneath the covers. Thoughts of removing his shirt crossed his mind, but he respected Ishizu's caution and left the garment on.

Laying on his back, he folded his arms behind his head and turned to her.

Her lithe body slightly moved as her breaths entered and left her. The sheets were curled tightly over her shoulders, covering her skin. Her thick and silky hair spilled down her back in a diagonal slant and scattered into separate stray strands and locks. The glossed raven against the light blue tints of his sheets cast a sharp contrast.

Idly, his cerulean eyes trailed a bit lower over the curve of her back and rested on the round of her bottom.

Attractive.

A small hint of amusement graced his lips before he led his eyes to the ceiling. “Hmph.”

A silken whisper of the sheets shot into the air as the elegant woman's body shifted suddenly, but kept her back to him. “What is it?” she questioned in an undecipherable tone.

“Nothing.” he replied, not looking at her.

“Don't lie to me.”

Seto raised a brow. When did she ever talk like that?

“Now you sound like him...”

Ishizu paused, sensitive to the pharaoh's reference. “The Pharaoh has my respect, but I sound nothing like him.”

“I'd say you do.”

“Goodnight, Seto. I do not wish to speak of this now.”

“Or at all from the sounds of it.”

“Please...” she breathed, her tone sounding crossed between a sigh and a hiss. “Let me sleep.”

“Then sleep. I have no control over what you do.”

“Stop talking to me.”

“You're basically talking to yourself. I don't have a say in anything you want to do.”

“What are you implying, Seto?” she felt her body shudder beneath the sheets, but hoped he didn't notice.

He snorted. “Not this again...”

“You never stop...” she murmured, finally starting to turn to face him. “ Why must you always--” she trailed off; lips slightly parted.

Enraptured glistening azure teemed with flecks of allure as they narrowed at her; a light smirk dusting the face they composed.

A flash of awe washed over her as her own turquoise orbs fleeted between his, searching for answers to unborn questions.

Seto was watching her again,

“Why...” the stunned words fell blatantly from her mouth while she eyed him intently “Why do you always stare at me, Seto?”

“Do I need a reason for everything with you....” he tauntingly half-frowned.

A faint blush gingerly brushed her face and she bashfully sunk lower into the sheets so they reached her chin. “No. I just always found it fascinating I would tend to catch you just watching me whenever I spoke.”

“Maybe because most of what you have to say is important...”

“N...not in the least. Very little of what I seem to say is of any great importance.” Her features wavered.

“Oh, stop. If you're going to start cutting yourself, do it back home.” he retorted rudely and returned his attention to the ceiling, crossing his arms.

Aquamarine sparked with vexation and Ishizu roughly sat up. “ How dare you accuse me of such atrocities, Seto!”

He shut his eyes in protest and grunted in disappointment. “Remind me to never joke around you again.”

She blinked candidly. “That...was a joke? My Ra, Odion could make better attempt at a joke than you and he is certainly not the joking type.”

Hearing this, Seto slowly brought his eyes away from the nothingness he was previously staring at and looked straight into Ishizu's with a dead-pan expression.

“Ouch.” he commented, making sure to sound as flat and uninterested as possible.

Then with a roll of his eyes, he went back to staring at the ceiling as if nothing had even happened.

Ishizu said nothing while she watched him feign being hurt. Her shoulders flinched slightly, then again until laughter consumed her.

Seto's eyes contracted and he stared right at her, secretly enthralled by the musical sound emitting from her lips.

Wiping her glossed eyes, Ishizu smiled sweetly at him, then laid back on the bed.

Much to her liking, and to his relief, Ishizu was finally happy about something again.

Seto's eyes softened warmly at her momentarily, then looked away, smiling faintly.

Comfortably snuggling into the sheets, Ishizu snickered to herself. She hadn't had a good laugh in quite a while. And she never imagined Seto Kaiba of all people would be the one to cause it.

“Thank you, Seto. I needed that.” she confessed, inching closer to a warm spot in the bed.

Unknown to her, she was accidentally nuzzling against Seto's chest. Despite the sudden attention his body received, Seto did not reject her touch. He welcomed it.

“عذرا (oops sorry)" she murmured, realizing she had been nestling against him and moved away.

But she wasn't prepared for the strong arm that encircled her form and pulled her close.

“S-Seto??” she stammered. Her large eyes drew upto his demanding an explanation, but they were hidden behind pale lids.

Fear rushed through her as she tried to sit up, but he pulled her back down to his chest.

“Relax.”

“W-what are you doing, Seto??”

“Helping you sleep.”

Angered, her mouth opened, ready to fire a misconstrued protest when Seto interrupted her.

“And stop assuming the worst with me, Ishizu. I didn't mean anything behind it other than wanting you to just go the hell to sleep.”

“B-But...you...” Her mind rushed with too many conflicting thoughts. “Seto, you are confusing me.” she spoke finally, her brows knotting in uncertainty.

“I couldn't tell...” he snipped, his words dripping in sarcasm. Discontently, Seto withdrew his arm from around her and slipped it under his head yet again. “Just forget it and sleep, Ishizu.” he quipped, shutting his eyes.

An overwhelming sadness swept over her as she beheld his dissatisfaction towards her.

She never intended for things to happen this way. Nor did she anticipate Atem's return complicating things between herself and Seto.

But Atem had already left. He had no way of interfering at this moment. Ishizu realized all of the conflict and tension that was happening right now was all her own doing.

Gathering the moral she had temporarily discarded, she calmed down and peered down at Seto.

Instead of a deep frown, like she previously thought he would have while resting, his face held the deceptive look of a loving boy.

Wisps of dark sienna acutely framed his distinct and mellowed features.

A tender smile smoothed over her lips as her eyes glided over his jaw line, touched his lips, tickled his nose and lingered on his white eyelids.

A glimmer of warmth floated within her endearing turquoise crystals as a silent wish whispered across his lids for them to open for her.

She yearned to see the stark contrast between the deep oceanic hues of his eyes and mahogany hair accented with his light skin.

And almost as if he could hear her hushed requests, his heavy lids lifted, revealing lustrously glinting gems enveloped in annoyance.

Ishizu chuckled inwardly to herself. That, was indeed, Seto Kaiba.

“What” his voice demanded, but in an octave softer than usual. Although, it was obvious, he had grown tired of her capriciousness.

“Seto, I...” she started to say, but bit her lip.

Awaiting cobalt narrowed at her hesitance. Slowly, Seto sat up and neared his face closer to hers.

“What...” he inquired again, barely above a whisper.

A small gasp leapt in her lungs, but she made no movement to allow or reject him. “S...Seto...?”

“Be quiet...” he breathed.

A sharp jolt of excitement tingled up Ishizu's spine as she felt his lips brush against hers.

Then again from a different angle.

Tanned skin soon burned with a fiery blush that spread instantly upon its every inch.

Ishizu parted her lips to speak, but Seto quickly developed a 6th sense for knowing when she'd open her mouth to spout empty protests and kissed her fully.

That ought to keep her quiet.

But Seto's efforts were torn away when she lightly pushed against his chest and broke their first kiss.

Ishizu's mind raced while her breaths emerged quickly and shallowly. Her heart was pounding wildly in her ears. “Seto...” she began breathlessly, looking earnestly into his brusque eyes.

Delicate fingers reached up and pressed again his pursuing lips.

“Do you love me?”

Her random question caught Seto completely by surprise and he casually removed her fingers from his mouth.

“We hardly know each other, Ishizu...” he answered grimly, but his eyes seemed to carry the exact opposite demeanor.

“...I know. But... I've wanted...you to love me. Eventually, if time permits...”

He didn't respond.

Her heart sank. “Seto...?” she asked, almost pleaded for an answer and for this possible gentle moment between the two of them to not end.

“You really want me to love you, Ishizu...?” he queried, his breath tickling her chin.

“Yes.”

“Then, shut up.” Seto smirked, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her amply upon her full lips.

Ishizu's body tensed to counter his words, but the unspoken objects never left her tongue and were swept away by the mingling of Seto's own in her mouth.

She welcomed his intruding tongue eagerly and slid her hands into his hair, clutching tufts of it.

A low moan trickled down from the corners of her mouth in her native language as she felt his strong arms encompass her body and bring her down to the bed.

“الحب لي. الحب لي من Ùضلك. من Ùضلك (Love me. Love me, please. Please.)” she murmured between kisses as she felt her back press against the cushioned mattress.

Her foreign language didn't bother Seto in the least. As long as he got her to relax and surrender her grief and stress and stay quiet enough to goto sleep, that was all Seto wanted.

In addition to pleasing her, of course.

“Seto...” she cooed, eyes closed, elegant lashes fluttering. She felt her body sink deeper into the bed from the weight of the male now above her. His hands were planted on either sides of her head; his fingers curling around her scattered locks. His lips nuzzled gently against her bottom lip and traveled down from her chin to her neck.

Ishizu's senses were going mad from her body receiving so much attention. Her slender arms curled around his back and clawed slightly through the fabric of his shirt when a slow movement from him struck a moan from her.

Lucid cerulean observed the gorgeous woman below him and couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. With allure swimming in his eyes, he nudged his hips against hers and devoured the sound that flew from her mouth in a searing kiss.

She shuddered and her fingers tightened against his back.

Slowly, Seto continued to grind his confined erection against her clothed apex of her womanhood.

Again and again; faster, slower; in such ways that made her whimper his name.

Her hips soon rose to meet with each deliciously forbidden satisfaction, meeting and matching his fluid and enticing motions.

“Seto...” she murmured, becoming intoxicated from the sensual high.

Seto watched her intently; watching every knit in her brow, every quivering gape, every solitary syllable of his name from her delectable lips.

Her head rolled from right to left in arbitrary succession, causing her hair to become alive in ebony ripples around her.

From the way the ecstasy consumed her, Seto wondered if she was a virgin.

He intended to find out.

Alluringly, he ran his tongue up and down her neck, suckling variants of hard and soft against her smooth skin, causing her to cry out.

One hand lifted from its submergence in her sea of raven locks and rested on a breast. Ishizu shuddered as more of her native tongue slipped through her moans of the male's name.

Continuing downward, Seto's large hand glided across the deep curve of her waist and trailed lower to the creases in her dress.

Pulling the thin fabric up, he slipped three fingers beneath it and lightly brushed against the satin of her undergarment.

A low chuckle flickered in his throat from her choice in such secret attire, and tugged the fabric to one side.

A breathy yelp flew from her and her back arched from the feel of Seto's fingers gently rubbing against her moistened folds.

“الله& #217;… يا اللهم يا اللهم يا اللهم يا اللهم يا اللهم يا...(Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God) “ she whispered rapidly, clinging dearly to the tactility of each stroke he gave.

Then without warning, he allowed his longest finger to slither into her gripping heat.

A scream nearly erupted from her, but Seto swiftly covered her mouth with his, quieting her sounds while withdrawing his finger part way, then delving it into her yet again.

Her tightness alone would have been enough to convince Seto of his thoughts, but he found himself to be absolutely correct when he felt a resistance within her walls.

“S...Seto...” she pleaded, moving her arms from around him and pressed them against her chest. “Seto...please wait...”

Annoyed, but deciding to not let it show so evidently, Seto slid his finger out of her.

Just as he did, a slender hand of hers reached down, covering the delicate area.

Hesitantly, she peered up at him with liquidy turquoise eyes.

Tried and surprisingly patient azure returned her gaze.

“I...” she panted, then just let her words tumble out. “I'm a virgin, Seto.”

“I know...” he replied, his voice slightly cracking.

She swallowed. She found herself speechless, staring widely into his eyes. Then her gaze softened.

Tenderly, she lifted a nervous hand to his face and smiled bashfully.

But Seto knew she was withholding tears.

“I am yours tonight, Seto.” Her words emerged boldly and truthfully. “But please, be gentle.”

“I can't make any promises” he warned, referring to his generous size, “ but bite my shoulder if you need to.”

The corners of her mouth quivered, trying to hold the smile and she nodded.

“I understand, Seto.” she reassured, closing her eyes.

Clear liquid budded amongst her dark lashes.

Before Seto realized, he had slipped one hand to the top of her head and claimed her lips with his own.

And she strongly hugged him back.

“Just hold on.” he uttered against her soft lips.

Ishizu nodded, allowing one tear to escape down her cheek and tugged at his shirt. “Take it off.”

Gently pulling away from her, Seto sat straddling her hips while removing his dark shirt.

Eager teal opals etched over the lean muscles about Seto's torso and feasted upon the stray strands of mahogany that fleeted across his forehead and neck as the first clothing barricade was taken off.

Ishizu licked her lips at the sight and started to sit up. “I want to be on top.” she announced straightforwardly, looking directly into his dubious eyes.

He paused and tossed his shirt aside. “That's...not a good idea. Let yourself get used to it first.”

Her mouth curled into an odd frown. And if Seto didn't know better, he could have sworn Ishizu Ishtar was pouting.

“You have done this before?” she asked, a hint of nobility in her tone.

“Does it matter?”

“...” Speechless, she adverted her eyes from him. She couldn't bring herself to give him an answer.

But she felt her heart jump in her chest when she felt his strong hands grasp her arms and bring her closer to him.

“Dammit Ishizu, do I have to beg you to relax yourself and let me please you?!”

She blinked twice. “Beg me? Seto, why would you even consider that?”

“You're annoying me.”

“Well, I apologize for you being easy to annoy.”

“What's your answer...”

“No.”

“Good. Because you wouldn't have gotten something that pathetic out of me anyway.” he grinned, kissing her strongly before she could get the last word.

Soon, both their clothing was removed in their entirety and collected as a mass of fabric on the carpet.

Laying on her back yet again, Ishizu coyly looked away from Seto as he hovered above her.

Not saying a word, his mouth instinctively enclosed over a taut nipple while one hand grasped the opposite breast. His fingertips smoothly glided over the dark sensitive skin and rolled it between them.

Ishizu immediately shut her eyes and engrossed herself into Seto's ministrations.

Willingly, she became victim to his touch and craved for more.

With his free hand, Seto sent two fingers down to her bisecting folds and stroked them tenderly.

“Yes...Seto yes...” she encouraged, lacing her arms across his back and running a hand through his hair.

Eager to oblige, Seto flicked his tongue out over her nipple and suckled on it gently, sending her into a dizzied cry.

Watching her keenly, Seto moved his fingers from her moistness temporarily.

Emerging from her haze just enough, Ishizu's eyes started to flutter open, but the sudden sensation of pressure against her taut entrance made her wince.

“Relax...” Seto's words whispered over her supple skin as he began to rub his hardness against her.

Loving the feel of him, Ishizu's hips rose and descended against him.

A low moan lingered in his throat from her actions and he kissed her fully while preparing her.

He gave slow, longing strokes against her until his ample endowment was able to seep inside of her.

Her body tensed and her back arched as her fingers dug into his skin.

“Ahh...” she shivered, but Seto softly kissed her neck and caressed her face while coaxing words of comfort to her.

Gradually, he pressed forward and receded, giving short moderately paced thrusts to loosen her before delving deeper within.

A yelp emerged from her and she gripped his back for dear life and clenched her teeth. “كبيرة جدا. كبيرة جدا. يمكن تقسيم لي ÙÙŠ النص٠( So big. Much too big. I could be split in half)”

“Hold on.” Seto grunted, ignoring the burning marks that etched across his back from her digging nails.

Ishizu did as requested of her and nipped at his shoulder as he passed through her barrier.

Precious minutes passed through time while the two continued their love-making.

Ishizu had become accustomed to Seto's rhythm and even induced a beat of her own for him to catch up to.

“Yes, Seto, more.” she demanded, breathing heavily and smiling mischievously at him.

“Hn” Seto smirked and slid his arms under her back.

Plunging quick into her, he then lifted her up so that she straddled him.

Patches of carmine dappled her skin as she realized her positioning. “Th...this is...”

“What you wanted, isn't it?” he chuckled lowly, sliding his hands down to clutch her bottom and bucked his hips upwards.

A deep moan slipped from her lips and she lolled her head back. Locks of raven brushed against her back as Seto moved her body up and down his pulsing length.

Her supple bosom bounced freely, submitting her nipples to occasional licks and suckles from Seto.

“Mmmmmm yes” she murmured, licking her lips.

Seto grinned darkly, witnessing how Miss Respectful Ishtar turned into a sex-craving fiend in his bed.

But at least for this moment, she was his sex-craving fiend.

Demanding more from him, Ishizu lifted her hips and brought them back down in a rapid succession.

“I said I wanted more” she seductively hissed, taking hold of his face and dappling it with kisses. “Do not disappoint me now, Seto” she taunted.

Taking her words as a challenge, Seto leaned backwards into the sheets. Crossing his arms he smirked faintly. “Your turn.”

“Mm for what?”

“To do all the work.”

A devious smile graced Ishizu's lips as she laid down atop him and spread her fingers over his chest.

“It took you long enough to say it.” she joked, rolling her hips in a circular motion.

“Mm...Ishizu...” Seto droned in a hushed tone, sending his hands to grasp her bottom.

Ishizu snickered when she felt his hands give it a firm squeeze, then jumped slightly when he slapped it.

“Seto...!” she gasped, alarmed. But her surprise soon melted into something more. “Do it again.”

Earnestly, he did so, encouraging her to increase her pace.

Her body writhed in complete ecstasy while she rode him; her gripping fingers curling into his skin.

Seto found himself drifting off into another location as Ishizu's technique overwhelmed him.

Hot kisses and throaty sounds of passion erupted between them as they frantically grasped the other and their passion.

The bed shook and rattled, giving competition for whom could moan the loudest.

Before long, a rippling sensation broke over the two of them.

Seto hugged Ishizu tightly to his chest and bellowed incoherent warnings of his approaching climax.

“N...not inside.” Ishizu wheezed, “Come on me.”

“Then get up!” Seto grunted, lifting her off of him.

A flash of white passed behind his eyes and he clamped them shut.

He groaned deeply as a milky substance sprung from him and splattered thick ivory against Ishizu's sweat-kissed tanned skin.

Seto's whole body shook as he let out another yell along with a second release.

But before an amazing third wave approached him, the secret door to the room flew open and a flustered Mokuba ran in.

“Seto, I heard you yelling! Were you having those bad dreams aga---” he abruptly stopped mid-sentence as the candid and messy sight before him stole the words straight from his mouth.

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Early the next morning after Mokuba had been sent to school, Seto and Ishizu hardly exchanged words.

Seto went to his office desk to drown himself in gobs of work while Ishizu retired to the shower.

Her aching and exhausted body greatly welcomed the warm droplets of liquid while it rapidly beaded across her skin.

After moments of humming to herself, the sound of the door opening startled her out of her interlude.

She didn't even get a chance to pull back the curtain when the smirking figure of Seto Kaiba did so for her.

“Seto! What are you...?”

“Taking a shower. What does it look like?” he uttered, stepping into the ring of water.

Ishizu's eyes narrowed while she watched him, knowing better.

But she shrugged it off and turned her back to him.

Silently, Seto eyed her as she squeezed a bottle of body wash into her hands and start to apply the colorful lather to her radiant skin.

The lustrous shine in her thick hair glistened against the clear water. Her locks appeared a few inches longer from being devoured by the slick water.

His daring eyes ventured lower to her perfect rear and he neared closer to her.

Sensing him right behind her, Ishizu turned to playfully scold him, but she again found her words swallowed by Seto's hungry mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Seto turned her around and pressed his budding erection against her bottom.

“Do you mind?” he asked with fragments of allure littered throughout.

With a chuckle, Ishizu arched her back in such a way that it elevated her bottom to him. “What do you think, Seto?”

Steamy hours slipped through their fingers as they made love.

Ishizu's hair scattered in heavy glistening locks as she threw her head back and called Seto's name.

And with no one around on the same floor they were on, they were free to release their unbound exclamations of feverish passion.

After their pitches calmed and the shower ended, Seto sank into the tub while Ishizu followed suit in his lap.

Strong arms encircled around her slender frame and hugged her close.

His disquieted volition had finally been liberated and his battling emotions were ebbed.

The only emotion that nagged his focus now, was the blooming affection from Ishizu Ishtar.

Warmly, Seto laced that affection across his lover's forehead in a whispery kiss.

“Did you say something, Seto?” Ishizu drowsily murmured.

“...No. Nothing.”

She smiled faintly. “I think I am falling in love with you too.”

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THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEND!

-Whew!

-Mel