Always the Same
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,051
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 7
Prelude to a passionate (I hope!!!) encounter. Some adult language.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Yugioh characters used in this story.
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Chapter 7
The encounter at the club shook me up more than I expected. I drove around the city for hours; I couldn’t get rid of the image of blue eyes staring back at me. Finally, I turned the Cherokee for home. I pulled into the garage and walked to the lift. My senses seemed to be in hyperactive overdrive. The feeling of being watched kept getting stronger and stronger. If something didn’t give soon, I would jump right out of my skin. I punched the button to call the elevator and waited a moment. The doors opened and I walked in to hit the button for the loft. Before I could touch the button, my floor lit up and the doors closed. He had some nerve…I knew I would see Seto’s face when the door opened. Needless to say, when the doors opened on my floor, Seto was lounging by my door.
“What kept you?” he drawled. “I’ve been here for some time…waiting for you.”
I shook my head. “I thought I told you I didn’t need you to help me or that I wasn’t interested to play your games.”
“I’m perfectly aware you can handle yourself. Remember, as you’ve said, I have been watching you.” I stormed past him to the door. “Are you going to invite me in?”
I put the key in the lock and opened the door. I walked in to shut off the security system. He leaned against the doorframe. I continued to walk towards the kitchen, dropping my purse on the coffee table. What was I thinking? If I really wanted to, I could have closed the door in his face and leave it at that. But, I didn’t. I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
He strolled into my loft like he belonged there. He closed the door behind him and made himself comfortable on my couch. I moved out of the kitchen to the living area and sat down on the chaise lounger. I just stared at him, trying to find the right words to say but I kept drawing a blank. He was quite a sight…a damn good-looking one to boot. Something about those eyes haunted me all the way down to my soul. I wondered if I looked into to HIS eyes, would I be able to see his soul.
“Why are you here anyway?” I asked.
“I wanted to satisfy my curiosity. I have seen you perform and watched you outside the club. You are very good at what you do,” he replied.
“You don’t strike me as the type of person who would frequent a place like the club.”
“I don’t…I found you quite by accident. I was looking for Mokuba one night and found him in the club. He has a crush on the dancer called Flo. Isn’t she the one you share your dressing room with?”
I snickered. “Yes, we do. Thank you for confirming my suspicions; I had a hunch.”
He smiled at me. “Anyway, I followed him in the club one night and saw you on stage, performing. I find you to be…exotic.”
“Well, go on. I’m all on the edge of my seat,” I said as I leaned back into the chaise.
He moved to the end of the couch closest to the chaise. There was a look in his eyes I couldn’t place. I felt my chest tighten and my skin started to flush. What would happen if he leaned forward to touch me? I gave myself a mental shake; where the hell did that thought come from? I gestured for him to continue.
“I’m curious…why do you do it? A woman as beautiful as you doesn’t belong in a place like that. You strike me as being intelligent.”
“You wouldn’t understand. There is a lot about me you don’t know about. To be honest, there’s a lot about me that even I don’t know about.”
“Bakura told me about your rehearsals. He seems to think that something else drives you; more than just the desire to perform.”
I just stared. I thought I hid that aspect of my personality from everyone.
“Why go to Bakura? Why not just ask me directly? I asked.
“Because, if I did, then I would have no reason to do this…” he leaned forward to cup my face in his hands. He pulled my face towards his and gently brushed his lips against mine. I felt a jolt charge through me as if I had been shocked rather than kissed. He applied more pressure until I felt my lips open. His tongue surged forward and filled my mouth. For some reason, he tasted like fresh strawberries. I could feel my body wanting to surrender but something was stopping me. I pushed him away as I tried to catch my breath.
“No…I can’t get involved with anyone. My life is too complicated for anything emotional.”
“Are you talking about the dream that haunts you?” he asked, unfazed by my rapid retreat.
“No…yes. Oh hell, I don’t know,” I mumbled as my hands covered my face. “I told you…it’s too complicated.”
He gently pulled my hands away and lifted my chin to look at my face. I felt myself being pulled into the deep blue pools of his eyes. Truth be told, I was tired of fighting and ending up alone. But, should I accept the invitation he offered? I pulled away and got up from the chaise. I walked towards the picture window to stare out into the night. I realized that the answer wasn’t out there; he was behind me, reflected in the window. Seto had gotten up from the couch and had moved to stand behind me. I sensed a brief moment of hesitation before he pulled me into his arms. He held me loosely against his chest while I decided what the next step would be. I sighed and turned to face him. I tilted my face up and gave him a silent answer: take me.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Yugioh characters used in this story.
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Chapter 7
The encounter at the club shook me up more than I expected. I drove around the city for hours; I couldn’t get rid of the image of blue eyes staring back at me. Finally, I turned the Cherokee for home. I pulled into the garage and walked to the lift. My senses seemed to be in hyperactive overdrive. The feeling of being watched kept getting stronger and stronger. If something didn’t give soon, I would jump right out of my skin. I punched the button to call the elevator and waited a moment. The doors opened and I walked in to hit the button for the loft. Before I could touch the button, my floor lit up and the doors closed. He had some nerve…I knew I would see Seto’s face when the door opened. Needless to say, when the doors opened on my floor, Seto was lounging by my door.
“What kept you?” he drawled. “I’ve been here for some time…waiting for you.”
I shook my head. “I thought I told you I didn’t need you to help me or that I wasn’t interested to play your games.”
“I’m perfectly aware you can handle yourself. Remember, as you’ve said, I have been watching you.” I stormed past him to the door. “Are you going to invite me in?”
I put the key in the lock and opened the door. I walked in to shut off the security system. He leaned against the doorframe. I continued to walk towards the kitchen, dropping my purse on the coffee table. What was I thinking? If I really wanted to, I could have closed the door in his face and leave it at that. But, I didn’t. I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
He strolled into my loft like he belonged there. He closed the door behind him and made himself comfortable on my couch. I moved out of the kitchen to the living area and sat down on the chaise lounger. I just stared at him, trying to find the right words to say but I kept drawing a blank. He was quite a sight…a damn good-looking one to boot. Something about those eyes haunted me all the way down to my soul. I wondered if I looked into to HIS eyes, would I be able to see his soul.
“Why are you here anyway?” I asked.
“I wanted to satisfy my curiosity. I have seen you perform and watched you outside the club. You are very good at what you do,” he replied.
“You don’t strike me as the type of person who would frequent a place like the club.”
“I don’t…I found you quite by accident. I was looking for Mokuba one night and found him in the club. He has a crush on the dancer called Flo. Isn’t she the one you share your dressing room with?”
I snickered. “Yes, we do. Thank you for confirming my suspicions; I had a hunch.”
He smiled at me. “Anyway, I followed him in the club one night and saw you on stage, performing. I find you to be…exotic.”
“Well, go on. I’m all on the edge of my seat,” I said as I leaned back into the chaise.
He moved to the end of the couch closest to the chaise. There was a look in his eyes I couldn’t place. I felt my chest tighten and my skin started to flush. What would happen if he leaned forward to touch me? I gave myself a mental shake; where the hell did that thought come from? I gestured for him to continue.
“I’m curious…why do you do it? A woman as beautiful as you doesn’t belong in a place like that. You strike me as being intelligent.”
“You wouldn’t understand. There is a lot about me you don’t know about. To be honest, there’s a lot about me that even I don’t know about.”
“Bakura told me about your rehearsals. He seems to think that something else drives you; more than just the desire to perform.”
I just stared. I thought I hid that aspect of my personality from everyone.
“Why go to Bakura? Why not just ask me directly? I asked.
“Because, if I did, then I would have no reason to do this…” he leaned forward to cup my face in his hands. He pulled my face towards his and gently brushed his lips against mine. I felt a jolt charge through me as if I had been shocked rather than kissed. He applied more pressure until I felt my lips open. His tongue surged forward and filled my mouth. For some reason, he tasted like fresh strawberries. I could feel my body wanting to surrender but something was stopping me. I pushed him away as I tried to catch my breath.
“No…I can’t get involved with anyone. My life is too complicated for anything emotional.”
“Are you talking about the dream that haunts you?” he asked, unfazed by my rapid retreat.
“No…yes. Oh hell, I don’t know,” I mumbled as my hands covered my face. “I told you…it’s too complicated.”
He gently pulled my hands away and lifted my chin to look at my face. I felt myself being pulled into the deep blue pools of his eyes. Truth be told, I was tired of fighting and ending up alone. But, should I accept the invitation he offered? I pulled away and got up from the chaise. I walked towards the picture window to stare out into the night. I realized that the answer wasn’t out there; he was behind me, reflected in the window. Seto had gotten up from the couch and had moved to stand behind me. I sensed a brief moment of hesitation before he pulled me into his arms. He held me loosely against his chest while I decided what the next step would be. I sighed and turned to face him. I tilted my face up and gave him a silent answer: take me.