Author's Note: This fanfiction is meant as HUMOR. Please, do not forget this when reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. I merely use them in fanfiction.

Baby Blue

Seto rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand as he stood up and took a few steps back. She shined like a penny that had yet to be soiled by touch. He grinned at the thought of her being innocent under his hands. She had been handled so many times he lost count.

Moonlight shone through a row of windows above her. He looked at his watch, gasping at the time. It was nearly one in the morning. There was a couch on the far wall, ready to take his weary body into dreams. Mokuba had insisted it be put in—well, he insisted on a bed, though he compromised for the couch—after Seto had arrived home late one too many nights.

He tossed his rag to the side and then walked up to her. His hands glided over her slick, cool body. He loved the contrast of his warm fingers to her cold steel.

"Goodnight, Baby Blue," he whispered against her front. Those first few departing steps were the hardest, even if he was just going across the large hanger. Tonight, he would leave the lights on.

His steps, however, stuttered and completely stopped as a presence filled through the air. He inhaled it in and released a shuddered breath.

"Is there something wrong, Baby Blue?" His voice came out weak and he didn't turn around.

Again, the presence overwhelmed him.

"No, please! I don't want to turn around. I—I have to get some sleep." He knew he was defeated by the way his voice squeaked out and the way his body was already turning.

Her steel gaze sent chills down his spine. She was silent and his anxiety flew. What had happened? Had he missed a spot? No, this anger was bigger.

"What have I been doing lately? I've been working on Grand Prix, getting it ready."

"Wait, what does my jetpack have to do with this?"

"YOU THINK WHAT?" Seto stared at her in disbelief. His girl was jealous. If she wasn't so angry he may have felt good about that.

"Baby Blue, you're the only girl for me. You know I'd ride you into the tournament if it wasn't against regulations."

"No! I never did anything with—" He cut himself off and recalled that late night not long ago. How had she found out?

"Okay, okay, but it was only one time! You know how I get during the development phase."

She grew silent. He hated when she did that. He hadn't even planned to get so excited over his jetpack. It just happened! He walked over to her, feet sliding across the flat grey floor. When he reached her he rubbed his hands on her front.

"Please don't be mad. It didn't mean anything. You'll always be my number one."

He felt her start to warm up, so he placed his cheek against her. She could never stay mad at him for long.

"Come on, Baby Blue. Why don't you open up for me, okay? Let me slide myself into you."

He had never seen her open up so fast.