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Rendezvous - Chapter 5

As much as I enjoyed the feel of Seto's hand in the small of my back, that emotion doesn't compare to what I feel when wrapped in his arms.

I squirm comfortably into his warm embrace, the lower half of my body aching pleasantly.

Though the kiss with Seto earlier tonight hadn't been my first, it had been the first time for almost everything that happened afterward.

I can't help the involuntary shiver of pleasure from the memory of Seto's face when I told him that I'd never had sex before.

"B-because I was hoping…I mean…" I'd stammered.

After shock had come delight, and then reverence and appreciation had flit across his features. I guess knowing that I'd been saving myself for him had made quite an impression. Of course I wisely left out the part that I didn't think I'd ever have a snowball's chance in Hell…

"A chance I almost missed because I was so scared of messing things up," I nuzzle against his chest.

"Yami?" he mumbles sleepily, pulling me tighter against him; a place I hope to stay forever.

"Hmm?"

"Stop talking to yourself and go back to sleep. You woke me up," he admonishes with a yawn.

"Sorry, Seto," I whisper, leaning up to lightly kiss his lips.

Sleepily intense blue eyes open to lock with mine.

"You're not dreaming, Yami," he declares, unerringly hitting the nail on the head of why I'm still awake. "Now go to sleep. I have plans for us tomorrow."

"Okay," I breathe, snuggling deeper into his arms.

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I'm awakened the next morning by a fully-dressed Seto's light shake on my shoulder.

"Time to get up, Yami," he insists, following with a light kiss to my forehead.

My trek to the bathroom is a bit more painful than I expected, so I opt to stand and wash before showering instead of using the stool. After drying off and getting dressed in a wine red yukata over my undershirt and boxers, I come out to find breakfast laid out a for us on the patio, complete with a cushion in one of the chairs and I can't help but laugh at the sight.

"What's so funny?" he smiles lightly, pulling out the cushioned chair for me to sit.

"I assume this was your doing?" I grin, indicating the fluffy, blue comfort beneath me.

"I may have been a little hard on you last night," he nods deferentially as he plates our food.

I can't help the hentai grin and accompanying blush that overcome my face at the memory of making love to Seto for the first time.

"Not that I minded much," I practically stammer, earning me a throaty laugh in response.

"I did have other plans for us today," he intones as we eat, "but I hadn't taken into account last night's activities and how they would affect you. Truthfully, I hadn't expected to go that far with you…" he trails off.

The less than secure part of me instantly thinks the worse; he regrets it and is trying to let me down gently. It takes all of my willpower not to start twisting my yukata. I don't want to hurt him again with my insecurities. Instead, I quietly, if a little mechanically, eat my breakfast, trying to ignore how quiet he's become after that confession.

After clearing away the dishes to a tray that he sets outside the door, we don our geta and Seto leads me out to the spacious garden that I'd only glanced at when we arrived yesterday. As we start to wander around the serene landscape, my delight at its beauty pales in comparison to the joy of Seto's arm sliding around my waist. Whatever lingering doubts or fears inadvertently stirred up at breakfast are then completely dispelled when he pulls me to a stop and graces me with a tender kiss.

"Seto…" I beam at him.

"Much better," he mumbles before kissing me again, his tongue skating across my lips asking for an entrance that I swiftly grant him.

In no time at all we are wrapped in each other's arms, kissing with wild abandon.

A discreet cough reminds us that we're standing in the middle of the ryokan's lavish garden with several of its guests sitting nearby.

Reluctantly, we pull away from each other, Seto taking my hand in his to lead me on the rest of our quiet walk.

"What's much better?" I ask as we later take a seat at a low bench and table near the back of the garden.

"Hmm?" he looks away, motioning for the nearby staff person to bring us some of the sake on his tray.

"You said 'much better' after you kissed me earlier," I clarify.

"You'd seemed unhappy earlier. After the kiss, you seemed much better," he explains.

As he pours our sake, I decide right then that all of my fears about us working out are completely unfounded.

After finishing a small bottle of sake, we retire to our room for a nap before dinner. In addition to a well-prepared kaiseki we also partake of a rather lively and enjoyable conversation with several of the other ryokan guests; including a few who tease us good-naturedly about our lapse of discretion in the garden. Following dinner, we wash each other thoroughly before soaking in our private, open-air tub. The night ends with us kissing and cuddling together on the freshly-made futon before drifting into a comfortable sleep.

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I awake Saturday morning to find Seto's head in my lap, but he's definitely not sleeping. A spirited round of shared oral pleasure follows my returned consciousness. We then head to the bathroom to wash each other again. After drying off and getting dressed in a simple t-shirt and loose jeans, I follow a similarly dressed Seto out to the SUV.

I try to find out what we're doing for the day, as we eat an American-style breakfast at a small café overlooking a well-traveled trail into a nearby forest.

"I told you that I had plans," is his vague reply.

With stomachs full of a hardy breakfast, he drives me around for a brief tour of the area before parking near a small marketplace for a little shopping. While Seto looks for a souvenir for Mokuba, I wander to a nearby fortune teller's booth. She gives me vague, but positive predictions and 10 minutes later, I head off to find Seto.

I spot him not to far from me at another booth looking over the merchandise. I meet up with him and pick up a few things for Yugi and Grandpa. We then head back to the Ryokan with our loot for a quick pit-stop to drop everything in our room and use the facilities, before Seto drags me out again.

This time, we wind up at a nearby dojo where I am treated to the sight of a hakama-clad Seto performing an intricate and very difficult kata, before sparring with the dojo master for about 20 minutes. Following his shower and change into a different set of clothes, we make our way to the earlier café for a late lunch of very fresh sushi, followed by a short hike along the earlier viewed trail.

Once back in the SUV, we ride about 2 minutes before I'm fast asleep, not returning to consciousness until later in the evening on our shared futon.

"So you finally woke up," Seto teases as I sit and stretch. "You've missed dinner, but we can have something special made if you want."

Opening my eyes fully and turning toward his voice, I'm shocked to find him standing over me completely naked.

"See something you like," he smirks at my unabashed staring.

I'm sure that I'm grinning like a demented fool when I reply.

"Maybe," I chuckle.

"Good," he smirks wider before joining me under the covers and kissing me stupid.

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"Do we really have to go back?" I sigh, climbing into the SUV.

"Unfortunately, yes," he confirms, starting the engine and pulling away from the ryokan.

"Too bad," I mumble, getting comfortable on the returned blue, fluffy pillow.

"I don't think you could handle anymore time here with me," he teases at my actions.

"Are you saying you won't touch me anymore after this," I retort.

"Like that would happen. You belong to me now, which gives me the right to touch you anytime I want," he asserts, his tone causing a quickening of my heartbeat and a rush of blood to my nether regions.

Last night's initial encounter when I woke up was repeated again at around 3:30 this morning and once more when we got up around 10:00 am to pack and leave. Though I thoroughly enjoyed the activity, my body isn't quite used to it, so now I'm a little sore.

"I can't wait," I breathe, licking my lips.

"Shit, Yami! You can't say stuff like that and expect me not to – "

Abruptly, he cuts himself off and pulls the SUV over to a secluded area on the side of the road. Sore or not, I soon find myself an eager participant in a frenzied session in the SUV's spacious back seat.

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"Yami, you haven't stopped smiling since you came home yesterday," my little brother observes after the last customer for the day leaves. "I guess that means you had a pretty good time."

"You have no idea," I grin wider.

Yugi's eyes sparkle with mischief and he giggles, "So, that's why you were walking funny yesterday."

"Hey!" I sputter. "Okay, my room! Now!" I order, happy to share my experiences with him.

"Sure," he tosses, running up the stairs.

Quickly I lock the door to the shop, and then follow him up to my room. I'll close out the register later.

"Okay, spill," Yugi presses as I flop down beside him sprawled across my bed.

I tell him all about our trip as we lie there, surprised that my face doesn't simply burst into flames when I share of the sordid details of our trip, concluding with what happened on our way back.

"So, then we straightened ourselves up, got back on the road and came back home," I conclude with a smile and a contented sigh.

"You really love him, don't you," Yugi inquires wistfully.

"Yeah," I blush even harder.

"That's good to know," Seto intones from the doorway of my bedroom, startling us both.

"H-how did you…" I stutter.

"Your grandfather let me in," he replies to my half-formed question, his face suddenly serious. "I need to talk to you. It's important."

Telling the insecure part of me to 'shut the hell up', I nod mutely in response to his request.

"Um, I'll talk to you later," Yugi offers before scurrying from my room and closing the door behind him.

Wondering at Seto's somber expression, I sit up on my bed, waiting for him to speak. Instead of saying anything right away, he lies down beside me and folds me into his arms.

"Seto?" I venture, even more concerned when he nuzzles his face into my chest.

"I like to think I'm a man who plans things out, Yami," he begins against my shirt. "But with you…"

I keep silent after his pause, sliding my fingers into his hair.

"I suppose I should just say it outright before you freak out and start twisting my hair in knots," he murmurs.

I smack him lightly on his head for the jibe.

"After the trip to the ryokan, I realize that I don't want to spend another night without you," he declares. "I came here tonight to pack you up and move you in with me."

"You…oh, Seto…" I mumble, sliding down to kiss him lightly.

I would never have admitted it, even to myself, but I hated to part from him yesterday and had almost expected to find myself back at the mansion.

And now to know that Seto feels the same way…

"So, what do you say?" he whispers against my lips.

"I say lock the door so I can answer you properly," I smile.