The hallways were dark as the sound of feet running echoed through the salty air. Giggling wildly I clung to Seto's white button-down shirt, his red silk tie loosely slung around his collar. He held me bridal style as he raced down the halls to our honeymoon suite in a Caribbean seaside inn. My wedding dress's train trailed behind us, its cream color glowing in the dim light.
Seto came to a slow walk as he reached a door. Pulling out a silver key and inserting it into the lock, he paused to look down at my blushing face. He smiled. "You ready?" He asked, door knob turning under his strong hand. I nodded and buried my face into his warm chest, knowing exactly was pleasure was about to come from the next few hours with the man holding me.
I felt a light wind sweep over my bare shoulders and the flowing fabric of the dress. Looking up, I gasped, in awe at the beauty of the room that surrounded me. My eyes first fell onto the large four-poster bed in the center of the room. Translucent curtains showered down from the top, blanketing the layers of cream sheets and mattress. In contrast to the soft pillows and loveseats scattered around the palace-like room, the floor was covered in a hard tile that would have been cold to the touch if not for Seto's holding of me.
The brunette walked at an unhurried pace; the bed calling for us to intertwine within its sheets. With care, Seto laid me on the sheets, allowing my head rest on the luscious mattress. His lips curling into that infamous smirk, he crawled above me placing his hands on either side of my head, straddling my torso with his lower half. I gazed up at him, my flushed cheeks only reddening by the minute. Fingers gently tugging at the pearl barrette that held my hair, Seto unclipped it letting the tresses spread out against the pillow above me. Tiny wisps of my own hair tickled my face as I noticed that a steady breeze was flowing through the room. Looking around the east side of the room, a few yards away from the bed, three pairs of French doors were wide open, their white curtains drifting in the night air. My heart wavered, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Seto," I began, turning my eyes to face him. I bit my lip, a tear rolled down my cheek. "This is so beautiful..." my voice trailing off.
A soft kiss was planted on my forehead. Seto's face neared in closer to mine so that our noses touched. I could feel the air move in the space between our lips as he spoke. "I hoped you would like it," he whispered, his head began nestling in the nape of my neck. Kissing me lightly under the chin, his fingers slowly started making small circles on my naked shoulders. In a swift motion my lips were captured by his. Not expecting the kiss, I moaned instantly as he pressed his moist lips against my own. The weight of Seto's body pushed against me and I could feel the sheets rustle as I was laid down again. My arms went around his neck, hands resting on the blades of his strong shoulders. My lips parted and I pulled him down closer to me. He broke the kiss but continued to use his fingers to gently entice the skin on my shoulders. Hot breath tickled my ear as he whispered into it. "You make me so happy," he breathed, dropping a kiss behind my ear. Closing my eyes, I took in all that was happening. Seto and I had just gotten married, our vows to each other shared, our lives bound by a simple string and two rings. The words "I do" echoed through my head and through my heart, as I remembered how I had walked down the isle starting out a nervous wreck, but when my eyes met Seto's, all had gone blank. It hadn't seemed like he was just some man standing at the end of a long carpet waiting for someone; he was the one I was about to give myself to waiting for me and no one else. I knew then that everything was going to be alright. Seto was my knight in shining armor. The one that would make me whole. The man I was to live the rest of my life with. We had gone through so much together. When we met, I despised the mere thought of him and even attempted at killing him. Now here we were, about to make love to each other for the first time as husband and wife.
I opened my eyes to meet ones of pure sapphire. He had stopped his gentle touches and was beginning to sit up, a sense of disappointment shrouded his gaze. Confused, I eased up as well, but he inched away avoiding my questioning look.
"Seto, what's wrong?" I ask hurriedly, voice quivering. Was he leaving me? A sudden chill ran through my body as I watched his face become seemingly emotionless.
He shrugged his shoulders, shyly fixing his wrinkled dress shirt. His eyes darted up at me but his gaze quickly retreated. "You just didn't seem like you were enjoying it." He murmured softly, trying to hide his emotions with the usual mask of coldness.
Like a chandelier falling, my heart broke for him. He was like a poor puppy lost in the rain. Sliding towards him on the edge of the bed where he sat, I wrapped my arms around him and crawled into his lap. He sat quiet still evading my eyes. I softened my stare, trying to figure out what he was thinking about. The intricate design of his mind was spun like a spider's web around concepts I had never dreamed of. Giving up on trying to communicate telepathically, I spoke to him physically.
O_____O Physically?
Physically, eh?
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