Author: Mandolina Lightrobber PM
An idea is just an idea. Except when it's an ideal reality. /Mai Kujaku x Dinosaur Ryuuzaki/Rated: Fiction T - English - Mai K. & D. Ryuzaki - Words: 435 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8039800
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A/N: For the YGO contest. Bribeshipping – Mai x Ryuuzaki.
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi and all associated companies are the rightful owners of the Yuugiou! franchise and I claim no association with any of them. No copyright infringement intended with this and no money is being made from this. Please support the creator by purchasing the official releases.
Warnings: vague sexual themes.
He couldn't remember the colour of her bedsheets; it kept changing. But then, it didn't matter. Ryuuzaki didn't ask. Questions, especially stupid questions had no place here. There was no room for the whys and the hows, and the what-ifs. He'd grown taller, just a few inches, which wasn't much, but was something. She hadn't changed a bit. She was still the same leggy blonde from the cruise ship, except this time he'd won the game. Not that they'd played any.
Her skin was as smooth as he'd imagined it. Her hair tangled in his hands the way he'd dreamed about. There was only one thing that didn't match his dreams. She'd moan, whimper and whisper, but they'd be all non-committal, jumbled things. His name never passed her lips. She didn't call him by his name as if that would make it all real. He could understand it, to a point. Didn't mean it didn't piss him off though. They were together. They had something, so why deny it?
True, she didn't let him undress her. Never allowed him to touch her clothes as if they were some sort of a shield or a safe-keeper. It would be back up once they were done; her one final armour.
It didn't matter, though. Not right now, when her back arched under him, when his hands moved over her sides, over her breasts. Not when her legs parted for him, when she let him touch her, top her, have her. Sometimes she looked at him, eyes wide, pupils dilated and he wasn't sure she was seeing him at all. Sometimes she had her eyes closed and her head turned to one side and he was sure she was thinking of somebody else. It didn't matter though. None of it mattered because Mai Kujaku was in his bed. And it wasn't a dream.
It wasn't a dream until he woke up crammed inside a bag with Haga pressed up against his ass and all his limbs numb from the uncomfortable position he'd spent the last dozen of hours in.