Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Rain Drops and Lotus Blossoms ❯ One Shot ( Chapter 1 )

Rain Drops and Lotus Flowers
Author's Notes: This takes place a few months after "Christmas Birth" and was Co-written by Lady Goddess Sephiroth.

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Arora had just put Gobaith down for the night and pushed her black hair from her face behind her ear. It had been a long day and Gobaith hadn't slept at all last night because she had a fever. After a quick call to Isis she, Arora, had tried an ancient Egyptian remedy that had finally soothed the baby into sleep. Kuba watched his mistress leave the baby's room and took up his place next to the baby's crib falling asleep before the light was off. Arora was tired and the only thing she wanted to do now was sleep; Yami was downstairs in the kitchen talking on the phone to Yugi about the next shipment for the game shop. Walking into their bedroom she closed the door before removing the portable baby monitor for her belt and placing it beside their bed so she could remove her clothing.

As her clothing dropped to the floor she grabbed her black satin bath robe with red Chinese Dragons embroidered on it and slipped it on. Then she turned the volume up on the monitor so she could hear any noises from Gobaith's room over the spray of the shower, she finally disappeared into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

Yami could smell the capturing scent of Egyptian lotus blossoms even from the kitchen. The smell took him right back to his days in ancient Egypt, where the smell traveled from a wind carried over the Nile into his bedroom. The scent was strong and almost intoxicatingly sweet, enthralling his senses.

"…350 cards, but none of them are the same," Yugi was saying to his Yami. "They're all unique, so Grandpa should be able to sell them really quick…"

Yami immediately cut him off. "Yeah, that's really interesting; gotta go. Wife…baby…stuff…bye." He hung up, startling his hikari with his abruptness. What was that all about? And while Yugi was stuck pondering this, Yami was entranced by the familiar scent, leading him up the stairs and into the bathroom.

The moment he entered the bedroom he shared with Arora, a woman who in had been a gift to him as Pharaoh before she had been murdered, he could feel the humidity coming from the shower. He looked down and saw his wife's clothing on the floor, he grinned thinking about her naked and wet in the shower. Slipping from his clothing he quickly joined his wife in the shower where he got the full smell of the lotus flower Shampoo she was using to wash her hair. With a grin he slipped his arms around her waist startling her slightly.

"Yami," she said as her heart slowed back to normal. "I thought you and Yugi were discussing the new shipment for the game shop."

"We were," said Yami, ducking his head into her neck while she rinsed her hair out. "But now we aren't."

"Yami," said Arora, biting back the moan when one of his hands slipped down her now smooth stomach to in between her legs. "I'm tired."

"You know how much I love that smell," Yami whispered in her ear, pressing his fingers between her legs gently. "Besides if you're tired this will definitely put you to sleep," he promised, pressing her gently against the wall.

Arora swallowed a groan, trying to see through half-lidded eyes. She didn't know which one she wanted more: sleep or her husband's satisfaction; she could feel his need digging slightly into the soft flesh of her thigh. "Yami…"

"Shhhh…" he whispered against her neck, nipping at her skin tenderly. "You'll wake the baby."

Arora frowned. "We're in the bathroom."

"No, I'm telling you before-hand," Yami corrected, watching some of the lather from the shampoo slide down one of her perfect breasts. "You're going to wake the baby."

Arora groaned as the hand that wasn't busy with her juncture in between her thighs slide up her stomach and cupped one of her breasts massaging it.

"Arora," scolded Yami with a smirk. "I don't want to tell you again that if you continue you will wake the baby."

"Then stop," growled Arora looking over her shoulder at her husband.

Yami just smirked and nibbled the back of her neck as the suds from the shampoo slide down their bodies. Arora shrieked slightly when his fingers dipped into her passage.

"Arora my sweet," cooed Yami, nipping her ear and slipping his fingers from her passage. "If you want me to continue you will have to be quieter."

Arora bit down on her lip to keep from moaning when his fingers went deeper inside her. Yami grinned and pressed her harder into the wall, Arora gripped the medal rod that was used for shampoos, conditioners, and shower gel. Yami smirked he almost had her where he wanted her, all it took was a little more touches and she would give in and do whatever he wanted.

Arora hissed against his attention, trying not to move as he began to stroke her insides. But she couldn't help it; the more he caressed her, the more she bucked against him, forcing their bodies to press together. She leaned forward a bit allowing him easier access to her, but just as soon as she gave in to him he withdrew. She grunted, disappointment present in her voice and in her marvelous eyes as her husband began using both hands to wash her hair. "Yami, what…?"

"Just needs a bit more lather," he promised her softly, entangling his fingers deeply in her sudsy locks. Once he had enough shampoo he began the painstaking task of rubbing her down with it, making it seem more innocent than it really was. First her shoulders, then her breasts, which hardened under the attention he was giving them. He stopped to enjoy himself, his hands sliding over the now slippery surface of her skin thanks to the strongly scented shampoo. Her barely audible groans were signs that she was desperately trying to keep it together, but at any moment she really could snap.

"Feels good doesn't it?" he questioned, trying to control his pressing need to be inside of her.

She merely moaned, rubbing against him unintentionally, the suds from her hair sliding down her back, curving around her rear end and hugging the inside of her thighs, inching over his erection before dropping onto the floor of the tub.

Yami grinned and pulled her against him and away from the wall just to turn her around and press her back against the wall. Arora tried to regain control of her breathing as she took in her husband, his beautiful purple eyes ablaze with passion and his tri-colored hair wet and down framing his face. She slide her hands into his wet hair and gripped his locks rubbing herself against his erection.

Yami chuckled and reached behind her head to grab hold of the Egyptian Lotus Shampoo.

"What are you going to do with that Yami?" asked Arora wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You will see," whispered Yami pouring some into his hands and rubbing them together before grabbing her breasts to lather them up some more before moving down to her hips.

He reached behind them, turning the shower head towards them just slightly, just enough for the drops of water to turn the shampoo into more rich-scented suds. Then he lifted into her. She didn't understand the concept at first, but being overcome with overwhelming pleasure as her husband made his way inside of her, she lost sight of the purpose for the shampoo covering her torso for a moment. Yami started slow, their bodies rubbing together as she met his thrusts halfway. The water was warm, and mixed with the shampoo it felt like silk on her skin. Soon she understood what he wanted with the shampoo though, for the more they moved, the more their bodies rubbed together, and the more their bodies rubbed together, the more lather they created between them. This caused them to be more than a bit slippery, and made the experience a lot more enjoyable.

Arora groaned and wrapped her legs around his waist; her nails dug into his shoulders and she pressed her breasts into his rock hard chest.

"Yami," she whispered kissing his neck and biting down on him harshly when she felt a moan escape her throat. "Oh."

Yami smirked and grabbed hold of a bottle of conditioner as they slide down to the bottom of the tub and Yami lay Arora on her back on the tub

and continued to move within her.

"Yami," groaned Arora loudly when he gripped her breasts and massaged them.

"Sssshhhh," chastised Yami in her ear a smirk on his lips knowing she wouldn't be quiet. "We've just gotten started pretty one."

They were just getting started and she already felt like she couldn't contain herself. The way they moved together, they had perfect rhythm, as they should. Her hand drifted down to the small of his back, pulling him closer to her as she lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist. He pushed himself in deeper, grunting in nearly agonizing pleasure; she was slippery on the outside and the inside, and that made it twice as good.

Arora cried out and forced him to roll over onto his back so she was riding him. She stared down at him and smirked as she slowly began to rise up and down on him. Her nails dug into his skin and when his erection brushed against a bundle of nerves she arched her back and groaned. She stared down at him her black hair acting like a curtain around her face as she dipped her head to bit his neck.

Yami moaned and slipped his hands down her body and grabbed her rare squeezing it. She jerked back startled and groaned again, loudly.

"Arora," smirked Yami, pulling her back to him and stopping his movements and gripping her hips to stop hers. "You are being a bad girl, don't make me gag you."

"Maybe you should gag yourself," whispered Arora grabbing the conditioner from his hand and holding it above his reach laughing.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Yami, staring up at her as he started moving again.

"Oh," moan Arora, arching her back as the feeling became renewed. "You will have to wait and see my love and believe me I am sure you will enjoy what I have in mind for us."

Yami grinned eagerly and sat up moving them so he could lean against the shower stall and feel her breasts moving against his hard chest again. He placed his hands under her rare end to move her faster on him.

"Oh, Arora," he moaned closing his eyes in pleasure as she tightened around him. "Oh that feels so good."

"Yami," whispered Arora closing her eyes. "You feel so good inside of me."

"And it feels so good to be inside of you," said Yami, pushing her lower body against him. His eyes closed when he felt that his time was getting closer and closer. "Can you feel that?"

"Oh yes," whispered Arora arching her back as she began to felt herself tighten around him. "Oh it feels so good," said Arora.

Yami and Arora began to move faster and Arora wrapped her arms around Yami's neck so she pressed against his chest.

"Do you remember what we would sometimes do in Egypt?" she asked her breath on his ear. "In your bedroom?"

"I remember everything we would do in bed," smirked Yami, his words occasionally broken by moans. "You will have to be more specific on what you mean."

"I didn't say in your bed," whispered Arora moaning when she felt herself on the brink of pleasure. "I said in the bedroom, when you would pin me against the columns."

Yami smirked and then yelled out when she came and caused him to explode within her and felt their juices trickle along his hips. But her words brought back his memories back to the past when he would pin her chest first to a column and take her in her shapely ass.

"So," he said slowly coming down from his first high of the night. "Is that what you want me to do to you?"

"More then anything."

"But you said you were tired."

"I'm not anymore."

Yami nodded in sound agreement, waiting a few minutes before standing up and helping her to her feet; he needed to feel his legs underneath him again to make sure they were still there. He kissed her reassuringly before turning her around and pressing her flatly against the shower wall, chest first The water was getting cold, and running down the side of the wall made it come in contact with her body, making her slip against the already slick surface some. Yami grunted a bit pressing against her soft bottom, whispering in her ear softly. "This might hurt a bit," he murmured in half-warning. Then he bore into her.

Arora bucked, hissing loudly; it didn't just hurt a bit, it hurt a lot. Yami grunted shortly, gripping her shoulder in reassurance and for steadying himself. She was so tight, it was almost like she was fighting against him. "Arora," he groaned in a low tone. "I need you to relax." He'd never get anywhere if she kept being this tense.

Nodding once Arora slowly began to relax by concentrating on her breathing, something she would do for when she bedded with her old masters before being given to Yami. Yami grunted when he felt her muscles slowly relax and groaned when he slowly moved out and then back in. He moved slowly letting her get used to him in there and then when her grunts of pain slowly began to change to moans of pleasure.

"Oh yes," she moaned when she brushed against the cold shower tiles. "Yami!" She cried out leaning her head back against his shoulders and gripping his hair in one of her hands the other gripping the rail.

Neither one heard the bedroom door open slightly, nor did they hear the soft footsteps as the intruder slipped into the bathroom. Whoever he or she was they did not stay taking in the position of the former Pharaoh and his lover the intruder disappeared back into the shadows leaving just as quietly as they had entered and disappearing into another room.

Arora bucked against Yami with every thrust he took. She felt Yami pulled her back against him and force her to her knees along with him before bending her over onto all fours. Grabbing hold of her hips he began to thrust into her with renewed energy now that he didn't have to stand up. He groaned in pleasure as she squeezed him; his hands looped around to the front of her and he started to fondle her breasts with one hand and her core with the other; causing her to cum minutes before him. He slipped out of her and rolled her onto her back taking in her beautiful form as it glowed from her two organisms and was bathed in her sweat and the shower water. She stared up at him and got onto her knees while grabbing the bottle of conditioner and with a smirk that could rival Seto Kaiba's she pushed him down so that she hovered over him.

"What are you up to love?" he asked, staring up at her with desire.

She didn't bother to answer him instead she pressed her mouth against him so that his head pressed against the cold tiles. While she was kissing him she poured some of the conditioner in one hand and rubbed them together: one hand wrapping around his neck and the other hand grabbing firm hold of his still hard tool.

"Mmmm," She murmured, pulling away from his lips and straddling his lap keeping her hand between their lower bodies but pressing her upper body against his. "I see that someone is still eager, very eager in fact."

"Is that what you wanted the conditioner for?" asked Yami, between his moans as she moved her hand up down his length.

Arora didn't answer instead she speed up her pace and smirked when his moans began to pick up. "I love you Yami," she whispered, pressing her lips against his own so she swallowed his yell of ecstasy when he finally came.

They lay under the cold spray of the shower trying to catch their breath; before Arora climbed off of Yami and stood up to turn the shower off. Yami stood up and pulled the towel off of the shower door wrapping it around her back and used it to pull her against him. He pressed his mouth against her lips passionately and started drying her off before wrapping it around his own waist. He pulled away from her lips and picked her up bridal style and carried her into the bedroom placing her down on their bed. The bed had been a gift from Pegasus a similar version of what Yami had had when he had been Pharaoh. He pressed his lips to her again and then set about turning off the bedroom and bathroom lights; before slipping under the covers and beside his wife. He gathered her into his arms and closed his eyes falling asleep.

Arora snuggled into her husbands arms as he carried her into the bedroom and placed her down on the golden sheets of Egyptian Silk (don't know if there is such a thing but please go with me). She slipped under the sheets and watched her husband turn the lights off before returning to bed. She smiled when she felt his arms wrap around her to pull her against his chest. She smiled feeling safe wrapped in his arms and smelling his own personal scent of Egyptian Musk. Has her eyes began to close she heard a soft voice coming from the Baby Monitor. She recognized the song that the male was singing, an Ancient Lullaby that spoke about the moon, the Egyptian gods and goddesses in their glory and compassion; it spoke of the moon that shown down upon its people at night and the sun the shined down in the morning either blessings its people or punishing them. She smiled and allowed the song to sing and her husbands gently breathing to lull her to sleep.

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Author's Notes: I plan to write a companion piece to this dealing with who entered the bedroom while Yami and Arora were preoccupied and who was singing in the baby's room. I don't know if I will use the Egyptian Lullaby I have already written or write a new one. You guys can vote NEW ONE or OLD ONE. Also let me know if you want me to email you when I have the companion piece out. Well that is it for now.

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-Lady Nightshade