How Good Girls Are

When she masturbates, she thinks about Yami no Yuugi. She sits on the bed, with her knees apart, and her hand goes inside her panties. And she gets this dreamy look, head to one side, her blue eyes unfocussed. Seto's walked in on her a couple times now. He'd like to believe she's thinking about him, but if that's the case, why does she never look like that when they fuck?

And Anzu does fuck. She's got a dancer's body, agile and strong. She rides on top of him, her head thrown back, brown hair halfway down to her waist. "Harder, Seto," she screams, "god, yes, harder!" And it takes a long time until she's satisfied, maybe even longer than him. He'll come five times; he'll lose count of how many times she's come; before he's properly relaxed, she'll be between his legs, sucking him off, ready to get started again.

"This is what good girls are like," she says, looking at him sideways, her smile pink and wet. "You think just because we're getting married I'm not allowed to have fun?" She tosses her head, brown hair swirling away from her face. "I only have it with you."

But Seto thinks that's not true. He's seen how she looks when she masturbates. He's seen her fingers move, watched her panties getting wet; he seen her arch her back and gasp, her eyes half-shut when she comes. She comes; she's having fun; and Seto knows she's thinking about Yami no Yuugi. Because that's who he thinks about when he masturbates too.