In the Library

Hello! Thanks for clicking on my story. The pairing is Mokuba x Rebecca, so if you are not fond of the pairing then I guess you shouldn’t read this particular story. Mokuba is 17 years old and Rebecca is 15 turning 16.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh!

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In the Library

Mokuba held open the glass door for the small group of freshmen girls that exited the library. He had a project due the next day and like most upperclassmen, he partied on the weekends when he should have been working on his project. So there he was, arriving at the library at the last minute, so he could hurry and finish.

Mokuba immediately headed down the stairs to where the periodicals, computer labs, and microfilms were kept. He knew a certain someone was working that evening, and that certain someone could get him an easy ‘A’ on his project. He walked up to the desk and smiled at the young brunette. “Hey Samantha, where’s Rebecca?”

“In the back straightening up. I’ll get her.” She pressed herself against the door marked: ‘Employees Only’. “Rebecca! You have a visitor!”

Rebecca walked out with a smile on her face, but her smile quickly turned into a frown once she realized whom it was. “What do you want?”

Mokuba grinned at the blond, his on again, and off again girlfriend. They were currently off, but he always came back to her. There was something about that dominating attitude that he liked. “I need help with some research. Think you can help me?”

She sighed. “In other words, you waited until the last minute again, and you want me to do the research for you.”

He scratched the back of his head and chuckled. “You know me like a book.”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes and shook her head. “Forget it. The library is closing in fifteen minutes and I don’t have time to work on some high school project with you.” She adjusted her glasses and began stacking up the paperwork for that day. “Besides you said last time was the last time you would ever rely on me.”

“Ah…come on… this will be the last… two…or few times… I promise.”

“No.”

“Are you still upset at the lingerie and handcuffs I gave you on Valentine’s Day?” Rebecca just stared at him. “I told you I was kidding.”

“Um… before this conversation gets anymore awkward,” Samantha spoke up. “I’m gonna leave.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I don’t have to close tonight. See ya!” She called as she headed up the stairs.

Mokuba leaned on the desk. “So are you going to help me? I just need to glue some articles about the Salem Witch Trials on a poster board and add some pictures. That’s it.”

“If that’s it, why can’t you do it yourself?” she asked without looking at him.

“Because… the articles have to be on microfilm.”

Rebecca’s shoulders dropped. “Do you realize how long it will take to search through microfilm to even find an article like that?”

Mokuba grinned at her. “I love you Rebecca.”

She rolled her eyes and gave in, somehow or another, she always did. “Fine. You have ten minutes.”

Mokuba took a seat in front of the microfilm reader and watched Rebecca go through the file drawers. From where he was sitting he had a perfect view of her tiny body. Her firm breast filled her white button-down blouse, and the plaid short skirt she had on fit loosely around her shapely legs. Damn. Why did he have to fight with her? He was ready to pull her into his lap and have a full out make-out session with her… or maybe more.

“Stop staring at me like a piece of meat.”

“It’s hard from this angle.”

Rebecca glared at him, and then continued looking through the file drawers. The faster she finished the project with him, the faster she could leave. Sometimes he just irritated the hell out of her because he could never take anything serious. Everything was a game to him, and right now he was playing the: I-am-undressing-you-with-my-eyes game.

It was her own fault. She always took him back whenever they fought. Why a simple apology and smile made her take him back was beyond her, but either way he was always in her life. But after that stunt he pulled on Valentine’s Day last month she wasn’t about to forgive him so easily. “I think I found one,” she said as she closed the drawer and walked back over to him. “Here.”

“I don’t know how to use it.”

Rebecca sighed. “Move then.”

“Just sit on my lap, it’s alright,” Mokuba smirked.

“Mokuba…”

He got up and stood behind the chair. “You used to… when you weren’t mad at me.”

Rebecca ran her hand over her skirt before she sat down. She took the microfilm out of its box, completely ignoring the raven-haired boy behind her, and placed it into the reader. She adjusted the focus and began looking through the articles for anything that had to do with the Salem Witch Trials.

Mokuba grabbed a wooden chair from one of the empty tables and sat down next to the small blond. He scooted his chair close to her and stared at her looking through the articles for him.

“If you value that hand of yours, you will remove it from my thigh.”

“My bad. You’re wearing my favorite outfit, I couldn’t resist.”

Rebecca gave him a sideways glare, then continued looking. “I have to wear this while I’m working,” she explained. She glanced at her watch. “And your time is almost up.”

“But you haven’t found any articles yet.”

“You should have come earlier.”

Mokuba rested his chin in his hand. “Are you going to lecture me babe?”

“I—”

“Because you look sexy when you’re angry,” he smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair.

She hit his hand away. “Would you stop it? You have such a dirty mind.”

“I blame you my naughty Rebecca.” She shook her head and continued searching through the film. Mokuba smiled as he watched her focusing on his assignment. His mind filled with flashbacks of all the naughty things they had done together, nothing too intimate, but enough to keep him satisfied, with her very satisfied as well.

As he traced his fingers over her arm the lights suddenly went out; leaving the two teens in the dark. The only light in the room came from the microfilm monitor. “I think that’s a sign Rebecca.”

“A sign for what? The lights are on a timer.” Rebecca stood up and held her hands out in front of her so she wouldn’t trip over anything; she knew there was a light switch on the wall she could use for the table lamps.

“Rebecca! Are you down there!” a woman’s voice called at the top of the staircase.

“Yes Tabatha!” she called back finally finding the light switch.

Tabatha descended the staircase quickly. Her eyes widened for a moment when she noticed that someone else was in the library as well. She lifted her glasses hanging from the decorative chain around her neck, and placed them on her face. “What is going on down here? I thought I told you to make sure everyone left five minutes before we closed.”

“I know Tabatha, but he needed help. So I made an exception.”

The head librarian stared at the boy, now recognizing him as Mokuba Kaiba, and nodded. “Alright. This time I’ll let it slide. I trust you Rebecca.” She turned around and placed her hand on the polished wooden rail. “I will lock up, just make sure you turn on the alarm before you leave. Do you still remember the code?”

“Yes,” Rebecca nodded.

“Alright my little apprentice, I will see you tomorrow afternoon.”

Mokuba waited until she walked up staircase before he said anything. “Apprentice?”

“Yeah… she thinks I want to spend the rest of my life as librarian,” Rebecca answered as she sat down in the chair. She began to turn the knob again slowly because the date she was looking for was coming up soon. She felt Mokuba running his fingers through her hair; part of her wanted him to stop, but the other part of her didn’t want him to. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and she was starting to get uncomfortable with him touching her; only because she was starting to think very naughty thoughts.

Rebecca crossed her legs and tried to lean away from him and his gentle touch. Their kissing had led to something more so many times, no sex yet, but he has made her orgasm with that gentle touch of his. Yet? Why did she say yet? It wasn’t like she was planning on having sex or making love for that matter with him anytime soon. They had been together for a little over three years now and she loved him deeply. She wanted him to kiss her, and touch her—not just touch her—but also feel on her all over. She wanted their bodies pressed together so she grab onto his long hair and wrap her leg around his body while their tongues wrestled together furiously.

Mokuba placed his hand on top of her trembling hand. “What are you thinking about?” He leaned closer to her and began kissing the soft skin behind her ear; he occasionally darted out his tongue so he could send shivers throughout her body. He knew her too well, and he knew once he started using his tongue… she was his. “Tell me…” he purred in her ear.

“Nu… nu… nothing…” she replied, ready to give into his advances. She had to stop him, she was still angry at him about the incident last month. On their third Valentine’s Day together he gave her a gag present; if he were considerate he would have bought her that promise ring they went shopping for. “Stop it…” she uttered out softly. Part of her didn’t want him to hear her command because part of her wanted to taste his lips on hers. She let out a soft moan this time. “Stop… Mokuba…”

Mokuba pulled back for a moment, enjoying the flushed look on his girlfriend’s face. He pressed his lips to hers devouring them fully. She wasn’t fighting back so why would he stop? He loved the way she tasted and the way she shuddered under his touch. “I’m sorry about before…” he whispered in between kisses. “Let’s get back together…”

Rebecca’s eyes shot open. She pushed him away from her. “No…” She shook her head from the trance she was in. “Let’s finish this ok?” She clicked on the ‘print’ icon on the small monitor sitting beside the film reader. She stood up and walked behind the desk to where the printer was. She stared at the pages printing out with her back to Mokuba; her emotions were getting the better of her. Logically, she should be mad at him for ruining a special day in their relationship, however emotionally; she was in love with him and wanted to forgive him.

Rebecca picked up the papers from the printer and walked over to one of the tables so she could lie out all the articles. “Where’s your poster board?”

“Umm… think you could add it to my tab? I didn’t bring one and I only have credit cards on me.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes and walked behind the desk again. She opened the drawer and grabbed the scissors, tape, and colored paper, along with a blank poster board. “You owe me, because this is coming out of my paycheck.”

“You’ll get it back.”

Rebecca laid out the supplies on the table, then started cutting out paragraphs in the article. She couldn’t believe how easy high school was. How was it possible that printing out articles, taping them to a poster board, and putting your name on it allowed you to pass a class with an A? She was glad she skipped high school and went straight into college; she didn’t have to deal with snobby girls, bells, and that whole atmosphere television tried to fake as fun.

She taped the articles to the colored paper and then attached it to the poster board. She took a step back and stared at her work. It was easy and pointless, because the person who was supposed to be learning something was sitting behind her. “How does it look?”

Mokuba stood up and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. “Looks good from this angle,” he replied leaving butterfly kisses on her neck.

“The project, not me.”

“What project?” he smirked. He slowly slid his hand under her blouse. “You know I love you Rebecca.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?” She was starting to give into his advances. She tilted her head back and ran her fingers through his long black hair. She knew it was wrong because she was still angry with him, but she was a girl …with needs. She grabbed his warm hand crawling up her midriff and held it in place before he reached any higher and she did something she would regret later. She wanted him… but she just couldn’t… it wouldn’t be correct. Logically.

Mokuba turned her around and encircled his hands around her lower back. He stared into her eyes and smiled. He felt different when he was with her; there was something about her, something that was different than any of those other fan girls he happened to come across. “What would you like me to do?” he asked darkly and sealed her answer with a kiss.

Mokuba darted his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. Even if her lips told him not to touch her, Rebecca’s eyes told him to take her now. He lifted her up and placed her on the table without breaking their kiss. He stood in between her legs with one of his hands trailing along the inside of her thigh and the other cupping her face. “I love you…” he purred between kisses.

“I… I love you too…” Rebecca said giving in. She gripped his shirt tightly with her fingers. She wanted him so badly. Damn it. Her emotions were clouding her judgment again, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be naughty, she wanted to be dirty, and she wanted to break loose from all the proper things she was taught by her parents. How did Mokuba bring out this side of her? It wasn’t like he initiated it, he always waited for her to start, and it kind of made him a gentleman in a way. She tilted her head back so he could nip at her neck better. “Mokuba…” she moaned. “Touch me…”

Mokuba continued to softly kiss her neck. He could’ve complied with her request right then and there, but making her suffer a bit was more fun. He knew he could make her want him more. He began to slowly unbutton her top and then left a trail of kisses on her soft skin above and below her pink lace bra. When he reached the area around her midriff he used his tongue, knowing full well that it would make his lover moan his name, and that was all he wanted to hear so he could continue. “Where?” he asked darkly.

“Where you… always…” she uttered out taking in sharp breaths. “Mokuba…” Rebecca gripped the hair behind his head tighter as he lightly nipped on the skin around her navel.

Mokuba got up from the position he was in and stared at the blond in front of him. Her eyes showed disappointment when he stopped, but he ignored what he saw for the moment, he needed to clear something up. “Why did I see you with Leon last night?”

“Why did you stop? I want you to continue.”

He stopped her lips from touching his. “Answer the question.”

Rebecca sighed. “It was just an innocent date.”

“A date? While we’re together?”

“We’ve been separated since last month,” she corrected. “Besides, I didn’t see the harm in a dinner and a movie.” Mokuba just stared at her. She turned from him, not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes anymore. “You really hurt my feelings last month,” she said after a moment of silence. “I didn’t like that you took our third valentine’s day together as a joke.”

“I said I was sorry about that. I didn’t think you would get so ticked.”

“I wanted romance Mokuba.”

“I’ll give you romance on your birthday ok? That’s next week right?”

She smiled. “You remembered?”

“Yeah… it’s not going to be like in the movies and all that alright? But I’ll think of something… so do you forgive me now?”

Rebecca traced her fingers down his arm. “Yeah… I do. I’m turning sixteen you know; I want something special. You hear—”

Mokuba touched her lips with the tips of his fingers. “No more talking,” he commanded softly. She nodded and wrapped her arms around him. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Mokuba massaged her back in slow circles with one hand and used his other hand to trace down the front of her body. He slowly slipped his hand under her skirt and moved over the thin piece of fabric that was blocking his entrance to her. He felt the heat of his girlfriend’s breath on his neck turn into a quick pant before he even entered her. He smirked a little; he enjoyed the little power he had over her, because she was the dominating one in their relationship. He was fine with that, since he was the only one who could pleasure her just by touching her.

Rebecca bit her lower lip as her boyfriend slipped his finger into her. She panted and gripped his shirt tightly when he began a steady pace inside her. “Mok…Mok… Mokuba…” she moaned loudly. He deepened her pleasure by adding another digit to his already pulsating finger. She sat up and stared into her boyfriend’s eyes, moaning his name over and over again.

Mokuba locked lips with his lover, keeping with his pace inside her. He felt her essence dripping onto his fingers, which was making his fingers slip and slide inside of her more smoothly. He pushed his tongue into her mouth wanting to taste her even more. They swirled their tongues around together, breaking only briefly for air. Mokuba gripped the back of her blouse tightly and pulled her closer. Damn he wanted more than this; he wanted to be inside her.

Rebecca pulled back from his kiss and rested her forehead against his. She panted heavily as she stared into his eyes. “Oh… Mokuba… talk dirty to me…” She bucked her hips against his finger, letting out short breaths with every movement. “Anything… say anything to me… just don’t stop ah…” The feeling between her legs she was waiting for was beginning to rise; she knew she was close, real close. All she wanted now was to reach her peak and feel the pleasure run throughout her whole body.

Mokuba rubbed his fingers against her clit, loving the way she moaned his name while he masturbated her. She wanted dirty? Then he’ll give her dirty, it would actually be what he wanted to do to her, but anything he said would turn on his ‘not so innocent’ girlfriend. “So you want me to talk dirty huh?” he asked in a low voice. She let out a moan in reply. He smirked a little; she must be close to climaxing. “I want to fuck you Rebecca… I want lay you on this table and fuck you… I’m sick of this foreplay… I want to be inside you and ride you hard and fast…”

“Mokuba…” she groaned. “I… oh… don’t stop…” Rebecca grabbed onto her boyfriend’s shoulders, as she rocked back and fourth to the pulse of his fingers. She was indeed close. She could feel the sensation beginning to surface between her legs. She wanted him badly; she loved it when they were alone and naughty, but was she ready for intimate sex? She fell onto her lover’s shoulder when she felt him withdraw from her.

Mokuba stared at her essence on his fingers in the dim light, and then licked them clean. “You still taste like strawberries.”

“Why did you stop? I was so close,” she whimpered.

He grabbed her wrists, which stopped her from picking up where he left off. “No… I like you on the edge,” he smirked.

“Mokuba,” she complained. “I… want…”

The raven-haired boy hungrily assaulted her lips. “Say it,” he commanded.

“I want to orgasm…” the blond answered softly.

“Good girl.” Mokuba started his assault on her lips again. He felt her struggling against him because to her, he was going too slowly. He wanted to go slow, he loved teasing her, and he loved her. Mokuba worked his way down the front of her body, making sure not to miss an inch of her soft skin. He squatted down in a comfortable position and ran his fingers along the inside of her thigh. He felt Rebecca’s tiny hands grip the top of his head as he once again moved over the piece of fabric that was blocking his entrance to her, but instead of entering her like he did before, he used his tongue. He flicked his tongue softly inside her, just to tease her. He wanted her to orgasm yes, but he wanted her to want it more.

Rebecca bucked his hips towards her boyfriend, wanting him to taste her fully, if possible. “Mokuba…” How did he always know the right place to make her squirm? She bit her lower lip as she began to feel the sensation she was waiting for surface. She fell back on the table as she enjoyed her orgasm flowing through her lower body. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily as she felt Mokuba take care of the rest of her essence, licking her core softly.

Mokuba wiped the side of his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up. He stared at his lover lying on the table, her chest rising and falling with every breath. Beads of sweat clung to her forehead proving she had truly taken pleasure in her orgasm.

Mokuba climbed on top of her. He had to have her; they’ve been together for three years now so why not have her as his first lover. That way he wouldn’t have to lie to his friends anymore, he would no longer be a virgin, he would be a man, just like his brother was. He sat up on his knees and reached for the hem of his shirt, but Rebecca stopped him.

“No…”

“What?”

Rebecca turned from him. “I… I… I’m not ready…” She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry… don’t hate me…”

Mokuba smiled and hopped off the table. “I could never hate you Rebecca. I love you remember?”

She sat up and began to button her blouse back up. “I love you too,” she giggled.

“We better go.” He helped her off the table. “My driver is waiting in the parking lot, do you want a ride?”

Rebecca nodded and gathered up all the supplies then returned them to their proper place. “Don’t forget your project,” she reminded as she returned to his side and took his hand.

“I won’t.” He slid the poster board off the table. “Let’s get outta here.”

“Yeah…” She blushed as the thoughts of what just occurred flooded her mind. What would Tabatha or one of her co-workers say if they knew what happened? She giggled softly to herself; Tabatha would fire her, but not before asking how to catch a man. Her smile caught the attention of her boyfriend.

“What’s making you smile like that?”

“Nothing… just thinking.” Rebecca set the code for library security system and hurried out the door. She was close to going all the way tonight. Part of her wanted to, because in some weird sort of way being alone in a public place was romantic, and that was all she wanted from her boyfriend. But on the other hand, she would rather make love her first time, not have raw sex, which she knew Mokuba wanted.

“I just thought of something,” Mokuba said stopping her before they stepped off the sidewalk.

“What’s that?”

“Are there any security cameras in the library?”

Her heart stopped. Why didn’t she remember the cameras? “Omigod!” She began to head back but stopped suddenly remembering something the head librarian told her. The cameras were only on the top two floors and in the computer labs, in the main areas, not anywhere near the study tables. “No… I mean yes there are… but not where we were,” she smiled.

“Good. Let’s just keep this between us.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and headed towards his car. “So when do you think we’ll be able to do this again?”

“Good evening young master Kaiba,” the chauffeur greeted. “Are you ready to leave?” he asked opening the back door.

“Young… I’m not young,” Mokuba mumbled. “Yeah, we’re taking her home first.”

“Of course,” he bowed tipping his hat.

“It depends,” Rebecca answered as she watched the driver get back into the limo.

“On what?” he smirked.

“Depends on if you have another project.”


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