Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Loop Hole of Love ❯ Fatal Sound ( Chapter 34 )

Fatal Sound

There was something warm and storng encircling my waist. Wait...I opened my eyes and I was laying smack-dab in the middle of Bakura's silk sheeted bed. My breath came out in a little sigh and I rolled over, and was greeted by a sleeping Bakura. He looked like a fallen angel, white, innocent, and so wistful it made me miss him, even while I lay in his arms.
I touched his hair reverantly and let my fingers glide across his whipped silk skin. I looked down at my fingers and a soft pulsating glowing substance that was a faint white pastel color came off on my finger tips. Yes, some sort of magic happened last night. I just hoped it didn't go beyond a little fairy dust.
I kissed his cheek and his neck. I bathed in him, when I was starlted by four rubling words that came out in this odd little accent.
"I'm awake you know", he said and then his white lids lifted to reveal those eyes that betrayed every thought I ever had about him being angelic. Those brown murky eyes still held the same fire and sinful swirls that they held when I first looked into them all those years ago.
"Yes, I knew that Bakura" I amswered and smiled up at him. He was looking quite masculine and satisfied I must say. I ran a hand through my hair and wiggled out of his grasp and my legs spilled themselves unto his soft carpeted floor.
I looked down at my arms and noticed that my skin was glowing white, but with that offset tint of lavendar to it that when I looked in the mirror, made me appear ethreal and eerie looking.
"Well it looks as if you just did Magick all by yourself last night Bakura" I chimed, and tunred around.
He was staring at me and when I waved a hand in front of his face he started, and looked up at my face with a sheepish smile. Dog. I laughed.
"Well I suppose I would be insulted if it was somewhere else you were looking besides my body" I said amused. He laughed as well, then I was suddenly reminded of the sticky substance on my legs. I needed to bathe. With lots of soap.
"Shower?" I asked and then he got out of bed. His back was turned from me when he stretched and a fine tremor shook him from shoulders to his toes. I took this in silently appreciating the fine view of his corded muscles dancing beneath his smooth skin. He looked like a white leopard, the sinew of his body was right beneath the surface of a tempting pelt that begged to be pet.
I shook myself when he approached me. He just stood in front of me not moving, naked, and with a sly smile on his face. I wasn't blushing. Point for me, but I was aware of his body, and his distance, or in this case lack thereof.
He put a hand on my face then whispered, "I'll take a shower first, rest and I will wake you when I'm finished, love" he said and walked past me.
But not before he patted me on the backside, making a nice smacking sound. I turned around to be indignant, then heard a tinkling baritone laugh as he stepped in the shower.
I snorted at him, then walked into the kitchen adjacent to Bakura's bedroom. It was an all "chrome" (as I had come to learn) kitchen that looked untouched. I inspected it and set to work with my new foud abilities as a modern day cook. Tea, said I was quite good at it.
I began the toast and set the table, complete with fixed bagels and juice of orange color. I was over the stove staring at the cooking eggs in the frying pan, after donning a robe. It was then wet drops of water spilt from above upon my head. I looked up and Bakura's steel banded arms came around me and a hot kiss was deilvered to my neck, was his damp hair moved against the side of my face.
He was nipping my ear and moving against me when I shrieked and pushed him so hard away from me he fell right into the kitchen dining room chair. The toaster was making awful noises and the eggs had turned balck around the edges. I let out a newly found curse word, and scurried around the kitchen throwing the ruined food on the table. Finally I looked at the toast that was ruined, turned aorund, marched right up to Bakura and dumped it on his plate.
"There. You eat it not that you've ruined it" I said with a sharp look. He blinked a few times and burst into laughter, that had him wiping fake tears from his eyes. I glared harder. I picked up the charcoaled toast and ate almost half of it in one solid bite. He wiped the crumbs from his face then turned to me.
"It was worth it if you ask me" he said and that was it. I grinned, I couldn't help it!
I grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the mouth, and slipped a hand under his towel. Before he made the attempt to pull me into his lap, I ran off in the direction of the bathroom.
My shower was quick and thorough. The soap made me feel better and a hell of a lot more clean. I stepped after drying off into Bakura's bedroom scene. I had nothing to wear and I refused to puit on dirty clothing. Guess I would have to borrow something. I selected a black sweater that was long enough it reached my knees. Now I needed bottoms of some sort.
I rumaged until I found a red pair of elastic waist-banded short looking things. They would work. I brushed my heair, and returned out into the kitchen to find everything cleaned to perfection. Nice touch Bakura.
I then followed the path to the living room, and found him sitting in a comfortable looking black leather recliner reading the "paper". He lowered his paper and I found him dressed casually, with his reading black framed glasses on. It made him look intelligent and I found it startlingly attractive.
" I like to see you in my clothes" he said with a gentle smile filled with a form of pride I didn't understand. I smiled back and lifted the shirt up to reveal the red shorts.
"Yes, I like these, although they're too big for me. Bakura, may I ask, what exactly is this thing for?" I asked the question and fiddled with the little metalic buttons located on the front of the shorts. He dropped his paper...
"What?" I asked anxiously. The smile was low and spread over his face like a rainbow. Then the torrents of laughter rolled form his mouth, until his head was tilted back, exposing his long line of white neck and sharp white teeth.
"What?!" I asked again woried, I moved in front of him. I was missing out on something I didn't understand. What was the matter with these shorts he found so amusing?
I was getting upset when he showed no signs of stopping his laughter. I straddled his lap huffily, and shook his shoulders angrily. "What is it?! Tell me!" I shouted in his face and he stopped laughing, but snickered still. "Sweetheart you are wearing my boxers" he said between fits of laughter.
"B-But that is a man's undergarments. These are shoerts, albiet wierd ones but- What?! What are you laughing at?!" I snapped and I hit his chest.
He stopped and looked at me. But this look was now heated and filled with a burning amusement. His gaze traveled my body and his hands found my hips and I could feel exactly how heated he was becoming.
"You asked what the buttons where for didn't you?" he whispered in my ear as he kissed my freckled shoulders. "Yes I did" I replied, my hands around his neck.
"Well, I would tell you, but I think it best to show you" he said. I didn't understand his words until I felt his fingers within me, by-passing the buttons with metallic "snaps". I gasped.
"That dear heart, is one use for them" he said huskily and I breathed heavily on his neck. I kissed him and he dipped his head to gain better access to the caverns of my mouth, his toungue another weapon in the war he was waging with my body.
I was busy with his mouth when that fatal sound emitted form the door. Two knocks.
"It's Yami"

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-Kitsune of the White Flame