Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Seto Kaiba's Perfect Match ❯ A Big Thank-You Gift ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

"Wow." That was the only word I could say as we stepped into the front hall.
"I take it you're impressed?" Seto's voice was full of the familiar coolness that caused me to shiver with delight.
"Yeah," I said, with childlike wonder. "This is---pardon my French, but this is fucking awesome." I looked around a bit. "Sort of like a bigger version of the front hall in my house. Go figure."
"Really?" Seto asked me, looking intently at me. "So you're a rich kid like me?" I had to laugh at his use of a colloquial nickname he'd probably heard describing himself. We walked into a cozier-sized living room as we spoke, and Seto sat down on one of two couches facing each other in the middle of the room.
"I suppose you could say that---not so much now, but when I was little, heck yeah," I said, feeling suddenly shy as I sat down across from him, on the other couch. "We don't have as much to do with now, but that taught me how to make do on less----a life skill I desperately needed to learn." I thought a minute. "If you ever worried about me depleting your bank accounts, let me quell your fears; I'm not just a gold digger out for a good time." I wondered for a second why I was acting like Seto and I were already a couple, but decided to continue with my train of thought. "Money is good, but a wonderful guy is better in my opinion, because paper and metal can't hug you back."
"That's an----interesting perspective," Seto said thoughtfully, looking sexy as hell as he crossed his legs and rested his left elbow on his knee, his chin resting in his hand and his brow furrowed slightly. "Like I said before, you're so different from me, but I find it quite intriguing."
"Likewise," I said, giving him a long, slow look, taking notice of every sexy inch of him. In the dim light from the soft lamps, I gazed at him, and thought to myself, "Damn, he looks really sexy in white and black." The opposing sides that the colors suggested intrigued me as well, aside from the fact that his pale skin and blue eyes looked especially striking against the dark brown hair and the mostly-black outfit. He noticed my 'appraisal' and smiled.
"Let me guess---you like what you see."
"Oh, yeah." I almost breathed the words out instead of speaking them. He sighed tiredly, as if he'd heard it and seen it all before.
"In that way, you're like most of the rest of the girls in the school----they like how I look. I can't say that I ever understood it, but they like it." He fell silent for a minute, then spoke again. "Most of them are after my money, or want to be treated like queens, or are after something else entirely." I thought I caught his own double entendre in his last statement.
"Dumb bitches," I muttered suddenly. "Don't know what the fuck they're missing out on."
"What?"
"Can't they see that here's a man who is wonderfully driven in his career, much more than these lackadaisical slackers who always seem to cause trouble? And that here's a man that looks that good and has the brilliant mind to go with it? I mean, holy shit, you're a lethal combination for me!" I sensed that my big mouth was going to spill all of my mind's secrets to him, but I decided not to care. "And you're sweet, too---I mean, you care for your little brother so much, and where do you find that kind of caring nowadays in the man market? Nowhere----and you can bet I've searched," I said with a smile. I made him blush a little with my honest comments, but hey, they needed to be said!
Seto smiled at me. "You're really kind to say that, Robin."
"Ah, not kind---truthful!" I said sweetly, breaking into a big grin. Then I looked at him a bit sheepishly. "I'm sure you could tell from the first that I had a tremendous crush on you."
"It was pretty obvious," Seto said with an uncharacteristic teasing grin. "I at first figured you were just like any other girl with a crush on me----just after what you could get out of me."
"Well, I'm kinda working on that, baby," I thought to myself. "Meow."
"But I admit, I realized I was wrong when you dueled me and when you said all that you did afterwards; you were----very different. You are---an intelligent young woman, so much so that you remind me of myself with your insights." Hearing him say this out loud was kind of weird in a very cool way, since I had thought the same thing about him ever since I'd met him.
It was my turn to say a shy "Thanks." I knew I had to be blushing my ass off.
Seto glanced at his watch. "It's getting late." He rose from his seat, and I followed suit. "The two guest rooms are down that hall and to the right. You can choose either one." He turned to leave, and I reached out to stop him.
"Wait just a minute," I said quietly, feeling very nervous all of a sudden.
"What?" He looked at me over his shoulder in the sexy way that only Seto Kaiba can.
"Um, you mind if I kiss you?" I sounded like a little girl asking this, but oh well. He seemed to be taken aback.
"Why?"
"Oh, just to satisfy a little curiosity," I said, smiling a little.
He shrugged. "OK, I suppose." I went to kiss him, and found I had to stand on tiptoes to reach his lips.
"Sorry. I'm a bit short." I started laughing, and he chuckled a bit. Finally my lips found their target, and settled on his. I couldn't help but notice that Seto's lips were slightly fuller than most guys'. Since I tend to go for that, it was all the better for me. Gently I pressed my lips against his, closing my eyes, and attempted to put as much tenderness in that one gesture as I could. Then I backed off.
"Good?" I asked hopefully. His eyes seemed a bit distant for a second, then his composure came back to him, and he nodded.
"All righty then," I said cheerfully, and let him go from my light hold I had on him. "Good night, Seto. Um----sweet dreams." I turned and found my way down the hall and to the guest rooms.
The room I looked into first seemed to be done in all red----not exactly my favorite, but a sexy color nonetheless. However, the second roomman, was it perfect for me, with its variations of blue. Light blue walls, about the shade of a clear sky, complemented a navy blue carpet, and the furnishings were all of dark wood. The bed was also done in navy with light blue sheets. "Sweet," I thought to myself. The room was softly lit with a lamp at the far corner of the room, whose blue lampshade gave the room a soothing ambience. I walked into the room and sat down on the side of the bed facing away from the door. "Damn---he's really nice to let me stay here," I thought to myself in the midst of one of my mental dialogues. "I wonder why, though, if I'm like every other girl that's had a crush on him?" I involuntarily shuddered at the thought of anyone ever loving my Seto as much as I did. Then I laughed at myself. "Listen to me, calling him 'my Seto,'" I thought to myself. "You'd think I was a stalker or something. Hoo boy, I'm just an odd one, I guess." I sighed.
"Well, I guess I better get ready for bed," I said aloud, and then remembered that all I had with me was my duel disc. However, I wasn't fazed; I was quite used to sleeping in a shirt and underwear----I did it all the time at home. I pulled my arms out of my sleeves and undid my bra in the back, then slid it off my shoulders and out from under my shirt. Laying it beside me on the bed, I slipped out of my sandals, then stood up and slid my capris off, having to shimmy my hips a bit to get completely out of them. Rather ungracefully, I stepped out of them and picked them up off the floor, then placed the items of clothing on a chair close by the bed, so that I could get them easily in the morning. I then bent from the waist, picked up my sandals and put them on top of the pile of clothes. Suddenly I heard a soft throat-clearing sound.
"Ahem."
"Holy shit!" I spun around, almost busting my ass in the process. Seto stood in the open doorway of the room, blushing a little.
"Uh---the door was open, and I thought I should, uh, let you know before you got too comfortable," he said softly, gesturing to my state of undress. He was obviously trying not to stare at me too much. Awwww!
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "Only-child syndrome, I guess. I never used to shut the door at my house. Weird, huh?" I laughed nervously.
"Yeah, a little," he said shyly, and I thought I saw him blush more deeply. "Though I was enjoying the show for a second there." His lips curved into a sly smile at the innuendo.
"Oh, I see," I said, teasingly accusing him. "So, how long were you standing there staring at me strip?" I winked at him to let him know I was joking.
"Long enough to see something I liked," he replied with a laugh in his voice. He gestured to the room. "Is it all right if I come in?"
"Sure, come on in," I said cheerfully. My wicked carnal urges started to fire up within me again, but I kept it under control as he came in. "You can sit next to me," I said, moving over to the near side of the bed and plopping down like a little kid, patting the spot next to me. Seto walked over and sat next to me, and I had to admit a tingle went through me when our arms brushed accidentally.
"You're positively charming, you know that?" Seto said, looking at me with a kindness only I recognized. "You're so open and fun and cheerful." I found that his hand was resting on my knee, and I didn't mind one bit.
"Thanks," I said. "One thing I love to do is bring joy into others' lives."
"You've certainly done that with me," he said, a little intensity creeping into his voice as he said it.
"Mmm, and I wanna do something else with you," I thought to myself, my eyes surreptitiously drifting over him, noticing for the billionth time how fucking sexy he was. He was dressed only in the black shirt and pants that he had had on underneath the white coat before, and I have to say that black suited him very well indeed. Damn, those long legs, carrying him with such masculine grace----and those delightfully narrow hips I love. Not to mention what other, ahem, masculine aspects of him I noticed----yeah, baby!
I dragged my gaze away from said "aspects" and slowly looked him in the eyes, only to find that he'd been doing the same thing to me! "Hey, Seto, are you seeing anything you like now?" I asked, a little seductive teasing in my voice.
"Yeah-----a lot of things." Was his sexy voice choked a bit with----lust?
"Well, why don't you open up and tell me all about it," I said, putting my hand over his, which was still on my knee.
"I---I don't know," Seto said hesitantly, looking a bit nervous. "I've----never spoken thoughts like this out loud."
"It's all right, I like to hear it," I said, and not too subtly I added, "Talk dirty to me, baby." His cheeks turned an adorable shade of red, and I smiled. "Or just show me what you like----that's always nice, too," I said playfully.
"Well---" He lifted his hand from my knee and was about to touch me, then faltered. "Is it all right if I touch you?"
"Sure."
"All right." His voice got a little huskier as he said this. "Well, I like your eyes; they're so dark they're almost black, and I find them so mysterious." I giggled. "And I like your smile---you make me feel so welcomed when I'm with you."
"Awww, thanks!" I said, feeling giddy.
"As for the rest of your body---" Seto let his wonderful strong hands trail down my body, caressing my shoulders and stopping at my chest, finally cupping my breasts gently in his hands. I shivered delightedly at the feel of his hands on me. "I happen to like these, as well" he said softly, and released them only to reach for the hem of my shirt. I knew he wanted to see 'the girls' in their full glory, so I lifted my arms over my head to help him take my shirt off, which he did. Then I heard him sigh.
"You're beautiful." His long, thin fingers traced over my breasts gently, and I closed my eyes.
"And I love your hips," Seto said with a little teasing in his voice as he put his hands gently on my hips. "They make me interested to see even more."
"You want to know what's in there, huh?" I said, laughing my naughty laugh. "Who knows, Seto, it might be you if you play your cards right." God, I love being naughty. The look of shock Seto had on his face was priceless----I don't believe he'd ever heard a woman talk so plainly about things of a sexual nature in his life.
"I'm glad you like the way I look," I told him, and rose slowly from the bed to stand in front of him. "Now, to let you see what you were interested in seeing before---" I slowly began to sway my hips back and forth, knowing that the lack of a shirt let certain other feminine accoutrements of mine sway a bit as well. Seto definitely didn't mind that. I watched as he kept his sexy blue eyes on me, drinking in every sight of me.
"Watch closely, now," I said seductively, and slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. Slowly I brought my hands down, and slid the silky fabric slowly down off my curved hips, then down my thighs until they slid down of their own accord to the floor. I think his jaw hit the floor about the same time, if you catch my drift.
"Wow, you must really like that!" I teased him gently. His eyes were as wide as I'd ever seen them go. Since there was a woman standing in front of him completely bare as the day she was born, I didn't blame him for staring. I stepped closer to him and positioned myself between his knees, which were open a bit. Knowing the close-up of my body would drive him nuts while I worked my feminine magic, I said, "Now my turn to show you what I like about you."
I traced my fingertips gently over his face, and he looked a little confused. "What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes still focused on my body.
"I'm reawakening your senses, Seto," I said simply. "This is all part of the warm-up----much will come after this," I said with a strong hint in my voice. He closed his eyes, and I traced my fingertips very delicately over his eyelids and down his nose to his full lips, letting my fingers rest there a second. I was surprised to feel him kiss the fingertips lightly as I did this.
Leaving his face, I traced my fingers slowly down his neck and grazed my nails lightly against his flesh. He shuddered a bit, and I asked, "Good?" He could only nod in response. I slid aside the collar of his shirt and started to undo the buttons, one button at a time until the shirt was open and off, and revealed his broad chest to me. "Nice," I breathed. I've always been a sucker for a set of broad shoulders and a nice chest on a man. I trailed my fingers along his shoulders, tantalizing him with the gentle touch, and I felt and heard his breathing speed up.
Focusing on "awakening" everything about him, I stopped my slow torture and grinned at him. "Stand up a minute," I said to him.
"Why?" His voice seemed a bit lazy, and his eyes were only half-open.
"I have to show you everything I like about you, and that means I have to undress you fully," I said, the double meaning in my statement obvious. He rose from his seated position on the bed and stood in front of me. I then dropped to my knees and started undoing his silver belt, working with my nimble fingers until I was able to slide it off, then was about to go further when he stopped me.
"Hey, I'll do that." He turned away for a second; Seto apparently was a bit more modest than I was. Well, anybody's more modest than me, given my little 'show,' but still!
I heard the sound of a zipper unzipping, then I watched as he slid his pants off and stepped out of them, which left me quite a nice rear view. "I was right----Seto does have a really nice ass," I thought to myself. "I'm not normally a woman who has a fetish for that, but hell, he could give any woman a fetish with a tight ass like that!" Of course, he was still wearing underwear, so I felt the need to urge him on to strip totally.
"Hoo baby! Take it off!" I said playfully. "God-dang, Seto, you really are hot." He turned around, and I smiled approvingly while fanning myself. "Damn, what you trying to do to me, boy?" I asked jokingly. I liked making him blush, and boy, was he ever as I vocalized my approval of his very well-shaped physique. Seto's broad shoulders and toned chest slimmed down to narrow hips, and of course, the long legs that carried him so well were now fully exposed, which was incredibly sexy as I stared up at him from my kneeling position on the floor.
"You know, you're really making this hard for me," Seto said, trying to be as serious and calm as he usually was, but he couldn't help snickering a bit at the pun he'd made.
"I'm making what hard for you, Seto baby?" I said seductively, rising and facing him. "Let's just see, hmm?" I reached down to touch him, but he pulled away, as if he were suddenly embarrassed.
"No, don't do that. I'll do it when I'm ready." His tone was slightly petulant.
"Oh. OK," I said cheerfully. Thrown off-guard, but not daunted by any stretch of the word, I instead wrapped my arms gently around his neck and pressed myself against him, feeling the evidence of his growing attraction to me pressed against my slightly rounded belly. I smiled. "Does that feel good?" I asked him softly as I rolled my hips slowly against him, creating wonderful friction between us.
He closed his eyes. "Mmmmm." His deep moan resonated in his chest deliciously, so much so that I even felt it. Though I didn't tread over the boundary that he had set down, which was not 'taking him out to play' until he was ready, I did give him some attention with my lower body, which still gyrated against him slowly. God, he felt so good against me and he looked so damn good and he was so wonderful in every way!
My body was beginning to respond to the physical stimulation as much as his was----I could feel the telltale throbbing and wetness of the tender flesh between my legs. Damn, I was getting so horny. Seto still seemed to be enjoying my 'attentions' physically, but his eyes were focused somewhere distant, and the beautiful blue irises seemed suddenly full of pain. I stopped and looked at him.
"Seto? Sweetheart?" I almost hesitated to say anything else, but I was worried. Was I doing something wrong or not doing enough? He seemed to be shocked out of his inner world with my sudden speech, and he looked down at me.
"Are you all right?" I asked, almost inaudibly.
"Yes, uh, I'm fine." His eyes said the exact opposite; I saw them begin to sparkle with tears and I sighed internally. "Uh-oh," I thought to myself.
"Come on, sit down with me," I said, taking his hand gently and leading him back to the bed, where we sat next to each other as before. "Tell me, Seto. What's making you tense?" I stroked the taut muscles in his left forearm gently as I said the words in a soothing tone.
"Uh----I'm just----thinking about something." His frozen heart obviously had something to do with this. I suddenly remembered his allusion to "other things" that his adoptive father had done to him besides telling him he wasn't good enough, and made the apparent grim connection in my logical mind.
"Does it have something to do with----your adoptive father?"
He jerked, as if something had struck him, and shuddered. I realized then that I'd hit a major psychological nerve of Seto's, and felt a little bad for being so straightforward and honest. His shoulders hunched over slightly, and began to shake. My mama-hen instinct took over.
"Oh, sweetheart," I said softly, tears beginning to well up in my own eyes empathetically at the long-buried sorrow finally coming to the surface.
"Come on, lie back a minute. It's all right, you can cry," I said, my voice a well of kindness and firm strength as I lay back on the pillow and he laid his head on my chest. Our position was quite comfortable, really; his head pillowed on my left breast, and his thin body protected by my solid one, curled protectively around him, my wide, rounded hips cradling him a bit as he lay there. I could feel his violent sobs against my stomach, and my vision blurred a bit, seeing and hearing and feeling how painful remembering was for him.
I let him cry quietly for a few minutes, saying nothing, just being a gentle presence, only moving to gently stroke his right shoulder and tenderly brush his thick brown hair out of his eyes. Finally he seemed to stop, and I broke the silence. "If you want to talk about---anything," I said, tiptoeing around the topic carefully, "just say so, and I'm all ears."
After a long minute passed between us, Seto finally spoke. "He----he used me." I didn't have to have it explainedhis voice tone said it wordlessly. "He would tell me I wasn't good enough, but I was evidently good enough for----" He stopped himself and fell silent.
"My sweetheart," I said tenderly, feeling very protective of him. You couldn't very well blame me. "Why did you start thinking of this now?" I wanted to add, "Especially when we were about to get our freak on?", but I kept that part to myself and waited for his answer.
"Because---" came the quiet response, "you're the first woman that has----come this far with me."
"Well, I'll be darned," I thought to myself. "Wow, I guess I should consider myself lucky that he thinks well enough of me to even tell me about what happened, and that he's never done this before. Who would have thunk it, with all those crazy fan girls out there" My inner monologue was interrupted as Seto spoke again.
"You're the first person that has touched me that way since----" He trailed off, and shifted to look at me with those piercing blue eyes. I nodded my head to acknowledge I understood, and he continued. "That's why I got kind of nervous. I got afraid, I guess."
"Well, no wonder," I said, trying to choose my words so as not to hurt him further. "You went through a lot of shit you shouldn't have had to. With all that on your shoulders, along with the loss of your parents and supporting your brother by yourself, I'm really quite surprised you're still here." The suicidal implications of my last statement were obvious.
"Don't think I haven't thought of it," he said grimly, his face shadowed a bit. I sighed, remembering my own darker times and how I had wished to be away from this world.
"Even though I didn't go through what you did, Seto, I still understand the terrible sorrow you went through, and can empathize," I said, stroking his collarbone gently as I spoke. "Sweetheart. Oh, sweet Seto, I love you," I said, my heart again doing the talking for me.
He sat up suddenly and faced me. "Do you mean that?" he asked intensely.
"Wouldn't have said it otherwise," I said with a gentle, loving smile. He returned the favor and seemed to be lit with happiness. He reached out to me and stroked my cheek gently.
"I think you really are my equal, Robin," he said softly but genuinely. "In every way."
"Thanks," I said sweetly, my face most definitely glowing by now. "But, of course, there is one way that we are different, and that way is most attractive indeed." My dirty mind had taken over again, as was obvious to him when I gestured to his hidden manhood, which had not lost much 'interest.'
"Want to play a bit more, or do you want to, ahem, get on with it?" I asked him playfully, alluding to our duel and his famous impatience.
"How about we play a bit, and, well, just see where it goes?" he responded, and without warning his hand slipped between my legs. I gasped at finally feeling a touch on that tender flesh which was still throbbing a bit. Seto grinned a grin I hadn't seen before, a playfully wicked one that conveyed he was quite pleased at creating such a response in me.
"You liked that?"
"Hell, yeah," I said, sagging against the pillows. "Do it again." His long fingers danced over my flesh dexterously and my hips involuntarily shuddered when he found the most sensitive spot. Realizing he had a chance to torture me with pleasure as I had done him before, he gently teased me with the tip of his index finger. My breathing came more raggedly, and between gasps I managed to ask, "How---in the hell----do you know----how to do that?"
He slowed his teasing to a gentle caress. "I just watched you tease me and figured I'd do the same." His smile was so delightfully wicked as he continued his torture of me, not bringing me to a climax or even close, but just keeping me throbbing and gasping. Finally he lifted his hand from me, and I relaxed a bit.
"Hmmph. Mr. Innocent my ass," I said through breathing hard. He chuckled at me.
"I'm a quick learner." He shot me his sexy smile, and of course I melted.
"How you work your magic on me, I will never know," I said, shaking my head at my own inability to resist him. "But I have to say that I rather like it."
"I'm glad." A look I couldn't decipher passed across Seto's face, then he smiled. "Are you ready?" Impatience glimmered in his eyes.
"Oh, I've been ready," I said seductively. He took his cue and quickly slipped off his underwear, then positioned himself on top of me, looking pretty confident. But once the tip of his erection came into contact with the very wet flesh between my legs, he began to look nervous.
"Uh---are you sure you're all right with this?" he asked, a touch of worry in his voice, which I hadn't heard before.
"Oh yeah," I reassured him. "See, I would caress you with my hands, but there's a part of my body that can do it much better than my hands." My gaze drifted pointedly down to my lower body, and he grinned his wicked grin again. I laughed my naughty laugh. "Want to try it out for yourself?"
"You know me, I always have to experience it for myself before I believe it," he said with a slight smile, and pushed forward, penetrating me a little. He hadn't thrust very far inside me, but I could still feel him, and I gasped.
"Damn, that feels good," I said through a moan.
He managed to say, "It feels so---hot--" before pushing inside of me deeper, and I responded with my inner muscles, clenching suddenly around him. He didn't seem to mind that at all, judging by the look of ecstasy on his face. I shifted slightly underneath him, allowing him a little deeper inside, and he chose that moment to push all the way inside me.
"Mmmmm, you feel so good inside me," I said, my physical lust pitching my voice a little lower. "How do I feel, Seto baby?"
"Wonderful," he said breathily, and I could tell he was trying not to come right there. My unconscious tensing and relaxing of my inner muscles was not helping his cause too much. He began to thrust in and out slowly, though I could see that his body begged for it faster; his hips shook under his barely contained lust.
"Don't hold back, Seto," I said. "I like it a little rough."
"Oh, you do?" he replied, smiling a little. "Good." He quickened his pace, and the feeling of him sliding in and out of me was exquisite. I began to deliberately pulse my inner muscles around him, tensing, relaxing, tensing, relaxing, and drawing him deeper inside me when he was fully within.
"How are you doing that?" he panted. "It feels---" His pleasure expressed itself through another of those resonating, sexy deep moans.
"I thought you'd like it," I said to him, and he closed his eyes as he dove fully inside me and I tightened around him. My own body began to quiver----I needed release as badly as he did. With one hand I reached around him and pulled him deeply inside me, while the other snaked down and started to play a bit around my most sensitive spots.
"Ooh, nice and firm, baby," I said to him, swatting his ass playfully. "Just like other parts of you I can feel." He chuckled a bit.
"You really know how to---fire me up," he said through moans. I continued pulsing the muscles around him, which also intensified the pleasurable, hot shivering sensations I was having in my lower body. With him deep inside me, thrusting in and out as fast as he was, I knew I was going to come, and pretty soon. He opened his eyes for a second, and we made eye contact as our bodies met. A lightning bolt of pleasure passed through me at our eyes meeting, just as it had the first time I met him, and the way he jolted made it clear he had felt the same.
"I love you, Seto," I whispered as I looked into his eyes, knowing that we were both close to climax.
"I----I love you, too," he said back to me, and I felt his body tense as he kept thrusting, which signaled his approaching orgasm. My body began to shudder a bit, involuntarily clutching at him, and I could feel my own orgasm rumbling towards me like an approaching train. Our breathing sped up, and he pumped in and out of me fiercely. I was so close.
"Mmm." I moaned without thinking, feeling the first little wave of pleasure pass delightfully over me. He responded with a like moan, and I smiled at him---seeing him in such pleasure was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. Then my body decided to let loose with a fury.
"Oh---oh my God---oh, oh, oh, oh, Seto!" I cried, screaming his name at the top of my voice as I reached the highest pleasure I had ever reached----and that's saying something. My climax and the resulting tightness of my body around his brought him to his orgasm as well, and I could feel him shudder and groan and cry out in his own pleasure, exploding within me like fireworks. I could have sworn I felt the room shudder and the lights flicker, as if sensitive to our pleasure.
My eyes fluttered, and I suddenly saw our auras shimmering around us. Blue and indigo met and blended, sparkling around both of us, and I asked in wonder, "Do you see it?" Seto looked down at me and at himself, and nodded, his blue eyes wide both with his orgasm and what he was seeing. That expression, one of innocence and wonder, most likely mirrored my own, and it trembled within my soul so delicately. Slowly, we both came down from the high, and our auras seemed to shimmer back out of sight, leaving us both breathless and sated.

After what seemed to be an eternity, I opened my eyes and raised myself up on my elbows a bit. Seto had rolled off me and now lay beside me, sleeping peacefully. Not that I could blame him, of course, since we had been rather active. His eyes were closed gently, and a little tiny smile still remained on those full lips. Aww---he looked so sweet.
"Like I said before, Seto---sweet dreams," I said, stroking the cheek of that angelic face before I myself rolled over and went back to sleep.