Okay, people! Here it is!
I did it. I really did it. The story is finished! It took me a little more work than expected, but I finally got it right. I hope you'll all find the results satisfactory!
At first, I had begun writing this chapter as a continuation of the previous scene, where Mokuba fell through the office door after overhearing the scandalous phone conversation...but for some reason, though sweet, the scene just wasn't cooperating. Fortunately, after some slick rearranging, everything fell into place. I'm really pleased with the way this came out!
I'm going to miss writing this story and reading all the wonderful reviews. Hopefully those of you who are brave enough (and...cough...old enough) will follow me over to the Seto x Anzu story I'll be concentrating on now, The Night Before.
As much as I'd like to thank you all individually, in the interest of timely posting of this chapter I've decided to refrain from doing so. Just know that it's because of all your encouragement that this story got finished. So thanks!
Final Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh or any of the characters; just the plot and Seto's bottle of whiskey from the first chapter! Oh, bottle of whiskey, what a fine romance you catalyzed!
Here we go.
Epilogue 2: Naughty and Nice
Anzu buried her face a little deeper into the pillow she was most emphatically not sleeping on.
After all, that sexy voice on the phone-- bossy and demanding in the friendliest possible way-- had told her not to fall asleep.
He would be calling back. And if the second half of their conversation was anything like the first, she might not want to go to sleep for quite some time. She couldn't believe how comfortable it had seemed. How playful he was being...Seto Kaiba-- playful? Not in even her wildest dreams would she have envisioned it.
Silky strands of hair fell across the fluffy pillow as Anzu inhaled deeply. This was not her usual pillow. It was the one Seto had used last night when...
If Anzu's face had been visible, she would have blushed crimson at the memory. Of course, you probably wouldn't have been able to tell. After all, she was likely already flushed from having her face stuffed in a pillow for the past half hour.
She could smell him. His skin, his hair, his cologne...he was all over that pillow. If she utilized just enough of her imagination, she could feel the warmth from his body.
Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring!
"Mmmph," she spoke into the pillow. It was about time he called back. It had been about an hour since they'd hung up. She got the impression that he and Mokuba had needed a bit of a chat. She reached an arm over to where she'd left the portable telephone, rolling onto her back and hitting the 'talk' button.
There was nothing but dial tone. Her eyebrows knit in confusion.
Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring!
She hadn't been asleep, no, but that didn't mean she had her full wits available for use. Especially not while drifting along in a haze of abstract daydreams about one tall, gorgeous CEO--
Ring Ring Ring Ring Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
"...OH!" She bolted up out of her bed and ran across the moonlit bedroom as fast as her feet could take her.
The doorbell! At 1:45AM? It must be something important! I hope nothing terrible has happened!
Anzu wrenched the door open, hoping to God she wouldn't be met by a policeman, a fireman, or (shudder!) the city coroner--
"Ghhhhhrk!" This was the sound that came out when you sighed with relief and gasped with surprise at the same time, apparently.
"Hn. I'm happy to see you, too."
It was him. Wow, was it ever him!
She realized she was staring, but she couldn't help herself. Seto Kaiba was standing at her doorstep with his hands in his trenchcoat pockets, wearing a snug-fitting gray t-shirt, jeans, and...running shoes!
He was observing her as well. Raising an eyebrow, he took a step forward and reached a hand out to feel the sleeve of her baggy flannel pyjamas.
"You're a liar, Mazaki."
"W--" Her eyes widened, displaying well over 57 varieties of fear and worry.
What is he talking about? Did I do something wrong? Say something? Did someone tell him a lie about me? Did Jounouchi try to beat him up? Does he hate me now? Oh, please don't let him hate me!
"What are you talking about?"
He grinned roguishly. "This isn't what you told me you were wearing."
Her insides came down from the state of red alert they'd rocketed to at his accusation. Smiling prettily, she took his hand and pulled him inside. Thought he was funny, did he?
Seto's hand tingled pleasantly as Anzu pulled him into the apartment. Of course he didn't care about the sexy underwear. She looked just as good to him in those silly pyjamas with her hair all mussed and a rosy blush on her cheeks. Good enough to eat. Just as he was about to slip his arms around her and give her a long desired kiss...
...she began to pummel him. His look of surprised confusion molded quickly into a smirk of amusement as she beat her fists against his chest.
"You jerk! Don't scare me like that! I thought the big meanie was back!"
He chuckled at her unwittingly adorable behavior, grabbing her flailing wrists with ease and pulling her close. "Would the 'big meanie' come over in the middle of the night just to do this?"
She relaxed immediately against him as he kissed her gently on the lips. Her arms slid underneath his jacket and around his torso, hugging him tight. He ended the kiss with a sweep of his tongue and a small nibble at her full bottom lip. He found her gazing up at him with inviting bedroom eyes.
"I thought you were only teasing when you threatened to come over and have your way with me."
"I would never." He brushed some hair away from her face, allowing his hand to travel briefly along the warm skin of her neck.
She reluctantly broke the embrace. "Are you staying?"
He nodded, removing his shoes and throwing his coat over the back of a chair.
"Won't Mokuba be worried?"
"Actually, it was his idea. The interfering brat."
Abruptly, Seto grabbed Anzu by the waist, lifting her up and draping her slim dancer's body over his shoulder like a rather more enticingly shaped sack of potatoes.
"Wah! Put me down!" She failed to suppress her giggles.
"I intend to."
Seto marched to the bedroom, flinging Anzu face up onto the soft, inviting bed. He immediately followed, flopping down half on top of her. Tangling his long legs with hers, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply. His arm draped across her midsection, gripping possessively.
He smiled and closed his eyes as he felt one of her nimble hands running through his hair.
"So, what happened?"
"Hmm?" He fused his sleepy blue gaze to hers.
"With Mokuba, I mean."
She looked slightly apprehensive, as though she feared that Mokuba might disapprove of the two of them being an item. As if...
Seto snorted, remembering the amusing start to the encounter with his brother. Not to mention the increasing measure of shock and delight on Mokuba's face as Seto had come clean about everything.
"Well," he told her in a low voice, blue eyes twinkling with mirth, "it all started when Mokie...dropped into my office unannounced."
Propping his head up above the pillow with the arm that wasn't holding Anzu against him, Seto peered down at her and related the important details of the brother to brother chat that had taken place little more than an hour ago...
x Flashback: Seto's Office, 12:30AM x
"So let me get this straight."
Mokuba was perched comfortably on the area rug on the floor of Seto's office, having gladly not been beaten to a bloody pulp with the slim line telephone receiver by a raging Seto. The rage had never surfaced, and Mokuba was leaning against the leather couch over which his older brother was once again sprawled lazily.
"You and Anzu? I think I understand why you didn't tell me about this over the phone. I would have thought you'd finally lost your last marble."
Seto glared mildly. "Oh, thank you so much."
Mokuba ran a hand through his already messy hair, smiling apologetically. "You must admit, this is unexpected."
"Unexpected?" Seto chuckled. "That's an understatement." The elder Kaiba bent one long leg at the knee, propping his foot on the armrest near Mokuba's head.
"Well yes," Mokuba replied, "considering your friendliest nickname for Anzu, within fairly recent memory I might add, was 'vacuous twit'."
Seto cringed, remembering his past behavior toward the dancer with exponentially increasing amounts of shame and regret. "I know," he whispered, throwing an arm across his eyes.
The brothers were silent for several moments, digesting these revelations between them. Something suddenly occurred to Mokuba.
"Rebecca! She knew didn't she!"
Seto laughed heartily, enjoying the indignant expression on his brother's face. Apparently, both of them had much to learn about the perils of women's intuition.
"I'm pretty sure she figured me out right away."
He had to give the little Hawkins girl credit. She had teased him mercilessly, while never being too overt. Why did women have to be so damned perceptive? She was certainly a clever one. And she was obviously crazy about Mokuba.
"Aaagh!" exclaimed the raven haired brother. "The extra dinner guest! She was talking about Anzu, wasn't she! So, did you ask her? You should have her come tomorrow night, for Christmas Eve!"
Seto winced at Mokuba's overwhelming childlike enthusiasm. Had he been into the cookies already?
Wrinkling his eyebrows, he contemplated the proposition. "I don't know if she'd want to, Mokuba. She probably already has plans. Family, friends, you know..."
Mokuba almost chuckled at his brother's obvious insecurity. "You should ask her. I bet she'll say yes. You care about her, don't you?"
"Yes..." The answer had come out of his mouth without thought, giving him quite a surprise. And it was true, too. But just how much did he care for her? The way his stomach kept flipping over every time he so much as thought about her was rather worrisome--
"Big brother...do you love her?"
Seto's eyes went wide. How could he be in love? Less than 48 hours ago he'd wanted to strangle her. Still, he couldn't remember feeling this way before...
"I really don't know." It was an honest answer.
"You want to find out though, don't you?"
The CEO of Kaiba Corp rubbed his temples and groaned weakly. "When the hell did you get so smart?"
Mokuba smiled with obvious satisfaction. "Psychology is a first year course requirement."
"Wonderful, Mr. Therapist. But don't you think it's a little bit soon to be talking about love?"
Shrugging, Mokuba slowly stood and stretched his slim arms above his head. It was so bedtime. "Maybe you should spend some more time with her. Why don't you go over there right now?"
"In case you hadn't noticed, it's after 1AM." The voice in his head began to remind him how plush and comfy Anzu's bed was...especially with Anzu in it...
"So what? You're always up half the night anyway, and you did tell her to stay awake didn't you?"
Point acknowledged. He gave an ambivalent "Hn."
Mokuba yawned. "Well I'm off to bed, to snuggle up to my nice warm girlfriend. Goodnight, big brother."
Once Mokuba had exited the office, Seto rolled himself into a sitting position.
Why that sneaky little creep...I really taught him well.
Seto had then snatched his car keys off the desk and slipped into some old running shoes. Grabbing his coat off the hook in the entryway he'd rushed out the door, slamming it behind him to make sure Mokuba heard him leave.
Shaking his head and walking toward the garage, Seto imagined the infuriating grin the younger Kaiba was surely wearing at that very moment.
He never had learned how to say no to his little brother.
x End Flashback x
Anzu smiled brightly as Seto finished his story. She'd always thought Mokuba was a little cutie. This just proved how right she was.
"I'd love to come to dinner, you know. I have a couple stops I'll need to make first, but then I'm all yours."
Seto's eyes burned at the multiple implications of her flippant remark. Searching her eyes, he decided that she did indeed realize exactly what she'd just said. He replied in a rich, gravelly voice. "Good."
"So, are you glad you made the trip?" She slid her body closer, face hovering inches above his. She felt a curious hand sliding up the back of her pyjama top.
She could feel his breath quicken against her lips. "I'd be happier if you hadn't changed out of that tantalizing outfit you claimed to be wearing earlier."
Shifting her weight on top of him, Anzu sat up so that she was straddling Seto's thighs. She fingered the top button of her flannel shirt teasingly. "Who says I changed. Maybe I just got cold, and what you're looking for is underneath."
Anzu gasped as he reached up, lightning fast, grasping the bottom of the nightshirt and pulling it swiftly over her head. Then, he flipped their positions so that he was on top, somehow tugging off her flannel bottoms in the process.
This left Anzu sprawled beneath him in a white lace bra and panties.
Seto ran one rough hand from her throat down to her flat stomach before leaning in to whisper sensually in her ear. "So, you weren't lying after all. I suppose I'll just have to make it up to you somehow."
Anzu failed to formulate a clever response, feeling a familiar jolt run through her body as he kissed her ardently. Growling softly from the back of his throat, he mirrored the smooth deliberate movements of his tongue against hers with his hands caressing her body.
Reaching up to pull him even closer, she noticed that he'd shrugged his jeans off somewhere along the line, leaving him in his t-shirt and boxer shorts.
So they really are blue, she found herself thinking giddily as he molded his warm, eager body to hers...
After that, both of their thoughts became rather muddled. Suffice it to say (if this story is going to keep a T rating), undergarments were soon flying across the room in a fury, and nobody got any sleep for several hours. Even a couple of the neighbors had difficulty, what with all the impassioned screaming and ragged shouting of names.
Once these exhaustive activities had taken their final toll, the two tousled dark heads could be seen sharing a pillow, snuggled under the blankets and holding each other close even in sleep. Neither one was worried in the least about whether they'd been naughty or nice (though one could easily argue that they had been both)...
After all, Christmas had come early for them this year, and they both had everything they needed. They didn't care what Santa Claus had to say about it.
That's it! That's the end! Hahaha, sorry if it was a bit fluffy or cheesy. It had to end somehow. I hope everybody liked it. I left it pretty open ended, because I thought allowing room for myriad possibilities made more sense than closing the story down real tight. So you can draw your own conclusions about where things went after this!
I love this story so much that I might be persuaded to flesh out the last little section of this chapter and post a steamier version of the conclusion in a separate (obviously M rated) one shot. Let me know if you're interested. It probably won't get done right away, but I assure you my mind is far enough down into the gutter these days that I've already been thinking about it.
This is your last chance to review, and my last chance to feel warm and fuzzy when I read said reviews. So don't be shy, okay?
Thank you all so much for reading!