BlueMoon Goddess: Yes I'm here with a brand new Yu-Gi-Oh fic! It's been too long since I've written one and I decided to get back in and start writing for them again since I haven't seen too many new stories for Tea x Bakura. So I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh; its characters, or 'Completely Smitten' by Susan Mallery which this fic is based on.

Summary: Tea ran away from her small town to do all the bad things she'd never done since she turned eighteen. And once she finds herself in a hotel room with a "bad boy," she's sure the loner will teach her the basics and Bakura has no problem teaching the innocent girl a thing or two... though something keeps preventing him from doing so. And once they take an unexpected road trip, they find themselves biting off more than they can chew as their heading down the road to love.

All Bakura wanted was a beer, a burger and a bed, in that order. He'd had the kind of day designed to make a man rethink his career choices. He'd been bit, he was stuck in the middle of Kansas on a night that was practically guaranteed to produce twisters and he just had a shitty day that it wasn't even funny. Not one thing was going right with his life. For once he wasn't looking for trouble, so of course trouble came looking for him. He'd been around long enough to know that when a pretty, blue-eyed brunette walked into a seedy roadside bar, somewhere, somehow, there was going to be hell to pay. Bakura was determined to stay out of the way. No matter what.

He turned his attention from the petite brunette back to the bartender. "Burger." He said, pushing the plastic menu back at the man. "Extra fries."

The bartender nodded and wrote something on a pad of paper, then set a frosty mug down on a once white coaster advertising the local grange. Bakura took a long drink. He'd just spent the better part of his day in a fight with a guy who was stupid enough to rob him. The fight didn't go so smoothly, which explained the bite on his arm. The skin hadn't been broken, but he really hated when there was trouble on the road. Not to mention he was stuck in Kansas where the air was so thick you could practically stand a spoon up in midair.

Bakura tried to keep from turning to watch the progress of the brunette. It wasn't that she wasn't so attractive that he couldn't resist her, far from it. Sure she was pretty enough, but pretty was a dime a dozen. Instead, what made him determined to stay out of it was the nervousness he'd seen lurking in her eyes and the hesitation in her step. She belonged in this bar as much as a dog with mange belonged in church. The bartender flipped on a small television. Instantly the sound of a ball game blasted into the half-full room. Bakura continued to drink his beer, while he stared determinedly at the screen. He ignored everything else, even the half sly, half defiant male laughter behind him. Bullies moving in for the kill.

He swore under his breath as he set his mug on the bar and turned on the bar stool and surveyed the situation. The brunette stood between two big guys with more tattoos than sense. A third, smaller man, had his hand on her arm. She was of medium height, maybe five-four, with hair that reached her shoulder and big blue eyes. There wasn't a speck of makeup on her face, but she was still attractive, with full lips and stubborn looking chin. Her clothing choices made him wince, the shape-less short-sleeved dress she wore fell nearly to her ankles. It looked ugly enough to be embarrassed to be a dust cloth, with a white lace collar and some god-awful flower print.

Bakura approached the quartet. The brunette struggled to break free of the little guy's hold. When she looked up and saw him, relief filled her eyes.

"You with them?" He asked, getting more tired by the second.

She shook her head.

Bakura turned his full attention on the man holding her arm. "Then, you'd better let the lady go."

One of the big guys took a step toward him, Bakura flexed his hands.

"I've had a bad day gentlemen. I'm hungry, tired and not in the fucking mood. So you can walk away right now…or we can go outside. I feel obliged to warn you that if we take this to the next level, the only one walking away will be me."

Tea couldn't believe it. She felt as if she was in one of those Clint Eastwood Dirty Harry movies her dad liked so much. She half expected to see the white-haired man pull out a .357 Magnum and ask someone to make his day. Instead the skinny man with the rabbit teeth who'd been holding her arm let go. He took a step back, holding up his hands and trying to smile.

"We didn't mean nothin', just thought the lady would like some company."

His two friends nodded. They were big…bigger than her rescuer. A couple of their tattoos had interesting swearwords woven into the designs. She'd been trying to read them when Mr. Rabbit Teeth had grabbed her. The three of them threw some bills on their table and left. Tea breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was something." She said earnestly. "I didn't know what to do. I mean, when he wouldn't let go I thought about screaming, but it's kind of embarrassing to have to do that. I didn't want to make a fuss."

The man who had come to her assistance didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned back toward the bar and slid onto his stool. She followed.

"Thank you for rescuing me." She said.

"Make a fuss." He said, reaching for his beer.

She sat next to him. "What?"

Bakura took a long swallow then stared at her over the mug. "Next time you get in trouble, make a fuss. Better yet, next time stay out of bars."

Tea reached out to tug on a strand of her hair and smoothed the bangs, then nodded. Stay out of bars. It was probably good advice. "I just can't." She said with a sigh. "Not yet."

He stared at her. "You have a death wish?"

She laughed. "I'm not going to get killed. I just need to handle things better." She scooted a little closer and lowered her voice. "Do you know that until two days ago I'd never been in a bar before?"

Her rescuer stared at her in disbelief.

"I know." She said. "I've led a very sheltered life. It's pathetic. I mean, I'm eighteen years old and I've been living like a nun." She shrugged. "Not that I'm Catholic. However my dad is a preacher at our church."

Bakura didn't say anything. He turned his attention to the baseball game on the television. Tea studied his strong profile. He was handsome, in a rugged, cigarette-advertisement sort of way. There was an air of strength about him. He looked people in the eye when he spoke and she liked that.

"So are you a cop?"

"What makes you say that?"

"The way you carry yourself. Most guys don't have that aura of authority in them unless there in law enforcement."

"Hmph…well you can say I'm sort of like a cop."

"I'll bet you're a good one."

He turned his attraction back to her. She noticed he had brown eyes the color of chocolate and while he'd yet to smile at her, she liked the shape of his mouth.

"How the fuck would you know that?" He asked, sounding gruff and annoyed.

His tone made her spine stiffen just a little, while the swearword startled her. He'd said the F-word, just like that. She would bet that he hadn't even planned it. The word had just come out. One day she was going to swear too. She would casually drop the H or even the D-word into conversation. But that was all. Swearing was one thing, but really bad words like the F-word were just ugly.

He waved a hand in front of her face. "Are you still there?"

"Oh! Sorry what was the question?"

"Never mind."

Tea held out her hand to him. "I'm Tea Gardner."

He stared at it for a long time before taking it in his and shaking. "Bakura Tozokuo."

"Nice to meet you Bakura."

He grunted and turned back to the television.

Tea shifted slightly on her stool and took in the ambience of the location. There were several posters of various sports, some advertisements for alcoholic beverages. The floor was dirty and some of the tables looked as if they hadn't been wiped off in a while. Except for a woman with an incredibly large bosom in the corner, she seemed to be the only female in the place.

Tea glanced at her watch. It was nearly eight. "Why aren't there more women here?"

Bakura never took his gaze off the game. It's not that kind of place."

"What kind of place?"

"This isn't the kind of bar where you bring a date."

'There were different kinds of bars?' She thought before asking. "How do you know that?"

"I just know."

A not very helpful answer.

The bartender walked over. "What can I get you?"

Tea eyed Bakura's beer. Yesterday she'd had her first glass of white wine ever, thanks to the fake ID she got just outside of her hometown and surprisingly it worked pretty well since she was able to get away with it. But to be honest she didn't really like the drink.

"A margarita." She said.

"Frozen or on the rocks?"

The only liquor question she knew the answer to was James Bond's, "shaken, not stirred." Okay, rocks were ice. On the rocks would mean over ice, which wasn't how she pictured margaritas.

"Frozen." She said. "Oh, do you have any of those little umbrellas to put in the glass?"

The bartender stared at her. "…No."

"Too bad." She'd always wanted a drink with a little umbrella in it.

She watched as the man poured various liquids into a blender. He added a scoop of ice then set the whole thing to whirling and crunching. When he finally put a glass in front of her, the light green concoction looked more like a slushy drink than anything else.

"Thanks."

She took a sip from the tiny straw the bartender had dropped into her glass. The first thing she noticed was the cold. The second was the flavor. Not sweet, but not bitter either. Kind of lime, kind of something else.

"It's good." Tea said in surprise. It was sure better than the white wine she'd had the previous night. She turned her attention back to Bakura.

"So why are you here?"

He turned slowly until his dark gaze rested on her face. "Are you asking my spiritual purpose in the universe?" Bakura asked.

"Only if you want to tell me. I was thinking more of, do you live around here? What are you doing in the bar? That sort of thing."

He finished his beer and pushed the glass across the bar. "Another." He called before turning his attention back to her. "What are you doing here? In this bar. Today."

"Well…" She took another long sip. "I'm driving to Hawaii."

Bakura wished he'd changed the order of his wants back when life had still been sane. If he'd wanted a bed, a beer and a burger, he would now be in some hotel, ordering room service and watching the game in peace. Instead, he was having a conversation with a woman who had left the functioning part of her brain back in her car.

"Hawaii?"

Tea beamed at him. "Okay, so I know you can't really drive to Hawaii, but I'm going to get as close as possible."

"That would be California."

"Right…I'll figure out the rest of it when I get there."

"Where are you driving from?"

"Western Ohio. I'm "

But whatever she'd been about to confess was cut off by the arrival of his dinner. Tea stared at the large plate containing a burger on a bun, the top of the bun covered with cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and onion, along with a mound of fries that threatened to fall onto the counter.

"You can get food in a bar?" She asked, incredulous. "For real?"

He remembered walking to school years ago and seeing a starving dog. The dirty brown and white fur ball had been hiding in an alley. Bakura had taken one look at its shivering, skinny self then he'd handed over his sandwich. He'd gone without lunch for two days before finally taking the dog home.

"You're broke." He said flatly, wondering when his luck had gotten so bad. He pushed the plate toward her. "Eat up."

She took another drink of her margarita. "Broke?" She swallowed. "No, I have money." She put her glass on the bar then pulled a small purse that had been dangling off one shoulder onto her lap and opened it. Inside was a wad of bills. "I cleaned out my savings account." She said then lowered her voice. "I have the rest of it in traveler's checks. It's really much safer that way." The purse closed with a snap.

She took another sip then gasped and slapped her hands over her face. "Ouch. Oh yuck, it hurts, it hurts." She shimmied on the bar stool, alternately cupping her nose and mouth and waving her hand back and forth.

Bakura pulled his plate in front of him then nodded at the bartender. "Could we have a glass of water?"

The bartender filled a glass and passed it over to Tea. She gulped some down. After a couple of swallows she sighed.

"Much better." She put the glass down. "I had one of those flash ice headaches."

"We all knew that."

She half stood, stretched over the bar and snagged a small plate. "Want to share your fries?"

"Why not?"

She scooped several onto her plate and crunched the first one.

He was in hell, he decided, watching her. Somewhere in his day, he'd died and this was God's way of punishing him for all the fucked up things he'd done in his life.

"So I'm from Ohio." She said with a smile. "Western Ohio. A little town you've never heard of. Have you been to Ohio?"

"Columbus."

"It's nice, huh?"

"A wonderful place."

She nodded, not coming close to catching the sarcasm in his voice.

Why him? That's what he wanted to know. There were probably twenty other guys in the bar, why had he been the one to come to her rescue? Why hadn't someone else stepped in?

"Like I said, my dad's a preacher." She ate another French fry then drank more of her drink. "My mom died when I was born, so I don't remember her. The thing is, when you're a preacher's kid, everybody feels responsible for keeping you on the straight and narrow. I didn't have one mother, I had fifty. I couldn't even think something bad before it was being reported to my dad."

"Uh-huh." Bakura turned back to the game and tried not to listen.

"So that's why I don't know the bar thing."

"What bar thing?" He asked before he could stop himself.

"That this isn't a bar people bring their dates to. I'm practicing being bad."

That got his attention. He swung back to face her. "Bad?"

"You bet." She finished her margarita and pushed her glass to the edge of the counter. "I'd like another one please." She said then beamed at the bartender. "It was great."

She turned back to Bakura. "I just wish I could have a little umbrella."

He didn't care about that. "Tell me about being bad."

"I haven't been…ever. So far that's what I'm doing on my drive to Hawaii." She glanced around as if to make sure no one was listening. "This is only my third time in a bar."

"You're kidding." He said, no more because he was hoping she wasn't telling the truth than because he didn't believe her.

"When I left home three days ago, I'd never even had anything alcoholic to drink. So that first night when I stopped, I went into a bar." She bit into another fry and wrinkled her nose. Humor crinkled the corners of her eyes.

"It was horrible." She said when she'd swallowed. "I felt so out of place and when a man smiled at me, I ran out the door. Yesterday was better though."

He gave up. There was no point in avoiding what was obviously his fate. "Your second time in a bar?"

She nodded. "I had white wine, but I have to tell you I didn't like it all. But I did almost speak to someone."

Great. The bartender finished blending the margarita and set it in front of her. "Want to run a tab?" He asked.

Tea pressed her lips together for a couple of seconds. "Maybe." She said at last.

"Yes." Bakura said. "Run her tab. You want your own order of fries?"

"Okay, extra salt, please."

The bartender muttered something under his breath then wrote on his small pad.

"A tab." Bakura said when they were alone. "Means they keep a list of what you've ordered. You pay once at the end of the evening instead of paying each time."

Tea's blue eyes widened. "That's so cool."

He had a feeling the world was going to be one constant amazement after the other for her. He studied her pale skin, her wide smile and trusting eyes. This wasn't a young woman who should be let out on her own.

"You need to think about heading back to Ohio."

"No way!" She took a long drink from her margarita. "I've spent my entire life doing what everyone else told me to do. Now I'm only doing what I want. No matter what." Her expression turned fierce. "You can't know what it's like…..I never get to voice my opinion. If I even try, I get ignored. No one cares what I think or what I want."

"That's why you're running away?"

"Exactly." She picked up a French fry then put it back on the plate. "How do you know I was running away?"

"You're not the kind of girl to come to a place like this on purpose."

She glanced around at the seedy clientele then shrugged. "I want new experiences."

"Like little umbrellas in your drinks?"

"Exactly." Tea smiled.

Bakura had to admit she had a great smile. Her whole face lit up. He would have guessed her age to be early twenties, but when she had said she was only eighteen, it did fit the age since she was acting like an average awkward teenager than a grown woman. No doubt being the daughter of a single father preacher had something to do with it. He thought about suggesting that next time she find her new experience at a more upscale bar, but then he reminded himself he wasn't getting involved. He had enough problems of his own without adding her to the list.

"It's not that I don't like the piano." She said.

"What?"

"The piano, I play. It was expected. I can also play the organ, but only a few hymns and not very well."

"Okay." He started eating his burger.

"The music is great, but it's not something you can dance too. I wanted to be a dancer and study in New York."

"Your father objected?" He asked before he could stop himself.

She sighed. "He would never come out and tell me no. That's not his way. But there was subtle pressure. In a way that's a whole lot harder to resist. I mean, a direct statement can be argued, but hints and nudges kind of sweep you along until you suddenly wake up and find yourself in a place you don't want to be." She took another long drink of her margarita. The bartender appeared with a plate of fries. Tea smiled her thanks.

Bakura finished his burger and thought about making his escape.

"You want me to replace what I took?" She asked motioning to his plate.

"No thanks."

She shrugged then munched on another fry and proceeded to reach for her glass. However her hand missed the stem by about three inches. He stretched out her fingers then curled them into her palm. "My skin feels funny…my cheeks tingle."

Bakura swore silently. He glanced at the nearly finished second drink then turned his attention to the bartender drying glasses with a dirty towel.

"Doubles?" He asked.

The old man grinned. "Thought you might want to get lucky."

'Perfect…just fucking perfect.' Bakura thought. In less than forty minutes the nondrinking preacher's daughter had just consumed the equivalent of four shots of tequila. The full effect of the alcohol wasn't going to hit for about twenty more minutes. He would bet his next paycheck that she would be on her ass about thirty seconds after that.

He slapped some money onto the bar and stood. "Come on Tea. I'm going to get you out of here while you can still walk. Have you got a hotel room?"

She blinked at him. "I can walk."

"Sure you can. Why don't you try?"

She wore the ugliest beige shoes he'd ever seen, but at least the heel wasn't too high. When she slid off the stool, she stood straight just long enough to give him hope. Maybe he'd overreacted. Maybe…she swayed so far to the left, she nearly toppled over.

"Am I drunk?" She asked, sounding delighted as she managed to stand straight. "The room is spinning. Wow, this is so cool!"

'Yeah, everything is cool to her.' He thought. "Do you have a hotel room?" He repeated, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Yeah…the pink one. I liked the color. It's over there…outside." She pointed to the exit and nearly fell on her face.

Bakura gritted his teeth. "Put your arm around my shoulders." He instructed as he wrapped an arm around her waist. His first impression was of heat, his second of slender curves that got his body's attention in a big way.

Instead of following orders, Tea simply sagged against him. "You smell good." She said as he half carried her toward the door.

"Thanks."

'I'll get her to her hotel and leave.' He told himself. She would probably pass out in a matter of seconds and wake up with a hangover big enough to cure her of ever wanting another margarita. She'd made it this far without him she would get to wherever she was going without his assistance.'

Bakura knew he was trying to convince himself that he wasn't responsible for Tea. Unfortunately he wasn't doing a very good job. They stopped into the sultry evening air. Tea sucked in a deep breath then turned to look at him. As she was leaning against him, her face rested on his shoulder. Her mouth was inches from his. One of her wisps of brown hair brushed against his cheek.

"So…" Tea said, licking her lips. "Is this where you take advantage of me?"

"What?"

She blinked slowly then smiled. "I don't think I'd mind."

BlueMoon Goddess: Well what did you guys think of the first chapter? We will see next chapter if Bakura takes Tea up on her offer. Until next time guys! ^_^