"Sevenfold" Orange: Lust
Series: Sevenfold
Color: Orange
Sin: Avarice
Chapter Title: As Your Fingers Touch Your Skin (13/49)
Word Count: 1424
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Orange:Lust
Mokuba put his hands over his eyes. “Okay, Anzu,” he said playfully. “I’m about to start counting. You better go hide!”
She laughed. “All right, I’m going!” She jogged out of the room as Mokuba began to count loudly.
“Where to hide?” she wondered aloud, casually scanning the surrounding area for a suitable place to conceal herself. There were lots of rooms, but she and Mokuba had been playing for hours and hardly any room was still unexplored. Suddenly, she found herself in front of the perfect place.
“Yes!” she said happily, scrambling into the room. All right; this is perfect!” The linen closet in the Kaiba brothers’ second story bathroom had a large hollow space in the bottom just big enough for a grown up person to fit in. Anzu crawled inside and carefully eased the door shut. A thin crack of light shone through and Anzu grinned, sure that Mokuba would never find her.
It wasn’t very cramped, and though she wasn’t able to stretch herself out by any means, she could lean against the back wall and pull her knees up to her chest and be decently comfortable. She could even sit down cross-legged, though her knees brushed either side a bit.
After ten, long minutes, Anzu’s confidence grew. Mokuba would be moving up to the third floor, the area reserved for only when no other hiding spot could be found. She decided to wait about two minutes more, and then she would stealthily make her way to the base. Her fingertips had just touched the door to push it open when she heard the doorknob turning.
Quickly, she pushed her body against the back wall and held her breath. Mokuba was looking for her! She laughed internally, sure that he’d never think to look amongst the wash rags and towels.
Worry rose, however, when she heard a metallic sort of sound. Was he locking the door? Did he know she was in there? The light shining in dimmed for a moment as someone walked past her hiding spot. Feeling slightly apprehensive, she sat there with her hand over her mouth, waiting for him to find her or leave the room. Nothing happened; she didn’t even hear his usual mumbles that he made unconsciously as he searched. But then she heard something that made her eyes pop wide open and her heart to skip a beat.
“Mokuba” let out a deep, raspy sigh. “Damn it,” a low voice said, “I really need some sleep.”
The first thought- the only thought- that leapt to Anzu’s mind was that the person in the bathroom was definitely not Mokuba.
Seto was supposed to be squirreling himself away in his office all day! Mokuba assured her that they wouldn’t have to even see each other- Seto still hated her as much as ever, and she had no desire to face his cruel taunting if she didn’t have to. But now she was trapped in a bathroom with him- and she had no idea how the hell she was going to get out of such a sticky situation. It was a bathroom, so the room certainly wasn’t big enough for her to move about without him seeing or hearing her; and she was in the closet, so getting out would be a little bit of a chore. And the door was locked- even if everything else had been in her favor, there was no getting around that.
She had to all but clamp her hands over her mouth to keep from gasping as she heard the metallic sound of a belt unbuckling. It would have been bad enough for him to have had to relieve himself while she was in there (and listening), but to have him undress! That meant take a shower. That meant he’d be there for awhile. Which meant she would be in there for awhile.
And oh God, what was she going to do if he needed a towel?
Anzu covered her face with her hands and tried to ignore the sounds of rustling cloth and zippers and the clink of the shower curtain being pulled back as the warm stream of water was cut on. However, she found that ignoring the satisfied moan that followed was slightly harder to do.
She was locked in a bathroom with the infamous Kaiba Seto. Not only that, she was locked in a bathroom with the very naked Kaiba Seto.
Naked.
He had not one shred of clothing covering him.
Anzu’s face scrunched up involuntarily as she tried not to groan. How in the world did she get herself into such messes? All she had wanted to do was play a nice game of hide-and-go-seek.
Suddenly, she heard him sigh happily. If she hadn’t been utterly convinced that the man in the bathroom was him, she’d have said it was impossible for him to sound that relaxed. Anzu giggled internally as she pictured him sprawled languidly in a steaming bathtub, a silly grin upon his face. However, judging from the sound of the water, he was taking a shower not a bath.
She couldn’t stop herself from wondering what he would look like without- she couldn’t bring herself to ponder his unmentionables, so just without a shirt was fine. Was he muscular or skinny? Or was he really fat and he just wore something to hold it all in? Was his chest even paler than his face? She imagined that he’d probably be lean and well-formed, with just enough packed muscle to make any sane girl’s eyebrow raise.
Unbidden, a picture of him, wet and warm under the spray of the water- wearing, of course, a strategically placed cloud of steam- popped into her head.
Well, she thought to herself, at least she had found a way to keep herself entertained. And picturing Seto dripping wet in the shower, those long, beautiful hands running down his body was certainly keeping her a little more than just entertained.
He always smelled fresh and clean, a citrusy sort of smell that reminded her of spring. He probably used some sort of body wash, orange-scented or something. She bit her lip as she imagined him pouring out thick, orange soap into his hand, rubbing it into lathering and smoothing it all over his body. She saw elegant hands running down a graceful neck, his head thrown back as he savored the sensations his own hands were producing. She saw soap suds sliding down his chest- his suddenly very firm, attractive chest- his hands following close behind.
And he’d have to wash his hair. The water would be pouring down on the crown of his head, wetting his thick brown hair, and she could see him breathing in a breath of steam, his eyes shut and his fingers tangled in the heavy mass on his scalp. Her own fingers itched as she watched him in her mind’s eye, rubbing in the shampoo, kneading through his hair- she almost wished that she could do it for him.
A low, guttural moan suddenly filled the room. Anzu’s cheeks heated up as she imagined what he might be doing that would make him sound like that. What a man did in his own shower was his business- but she didn’t want to have to be in the same room while he did it. She gulped down a breath of air and tried not to think about what his hands might be doing then.
But what if her hands were on his body instead? What if she could touch him, fingers sliding down wet soapy skin, slick and clean and smelling of oranges? Anzu shivered a little, fearing that she was enjoying the imagined sensations a bit too much. When would he be done? She had to get out of that bathroom!
And luckily for her, the water soon cut off. She was still so caught up in her little fantasy that she didn’t notice the sound of wet feet padding towards her.
But then the closet door opened. And a pair of thick, wet, pale thighs met her big blue eyes as they snapped open in surprise.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, unable to look away.
The infamous- and naked, he was also very naked- Kaiba Seto took a step back and glared at her.
“Mazaki,” he said coldly.
She gulped, ready for the scolding of a lifetime.
His eyes narrowed a little and she scooted back the half inch toward the wall. He stared a moment longer.
“Hand me a towel.”
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Color: Orange
Sin: Avarice
Chapter Title: As Your Fingers Touch Your Skin (13/49)
Word Count: 1424
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Orange:Lust
Mokuba put his hands over his eyes. “Okay, Anzu,” he said playfully. “I’m about to start counting. You better go hide!”
She laughed. “All right, I’m going!” She jogged out of the room as Mokuba began to count loudly.
“Where to hide?” she wondered aloud, casually scanning the surrounding area for a suitable place to conceal herself. There were lots of rooms, but she and Mokuba had been playing for hours and hardly any room was still unexplored. Suddenly, she found herself in front of the perfect place.
“Yes!” she said happily, scrambling into the room. All right; this is perfect!” The linen closet in the Kaiba brothers’ second story bathroom had a large hollow space in the bottom just big enough for a grown up person to fit in. Anzu crawled inside and carefully eased the door shut. A thin crack of light shone through and Anzu grinned, sure that Mokuba would never find her.
It wasn’t very cramped, and though she wasn’t able to stretch herself out by any means, she could lean against the back wall and pull her knees up to her chest and be decently comfortable. She could even sit down cross-legged, though her knees brushed either side a bit.
After ten, long minutes, Anzu’s confidence grew. Mokuba would be moving up to the third floor, the area reserved for only when no other hiding spot could be found. She decided to wait about two minutes more, and then she would stealthily make her way to the base. Her fingertips had just touched the door to push it open when she heard the doorknob turning.
Quickly, she pushed her body against the back wall and held her breath. Mokuba was looking for her! She laughed internally, sure that he’d never think to look amongst the wash rags and towels.
Worry rose, however, when she heard a metallic sort of sound. Was he locking the door? Did he know she was in there? The light shining in dimmed for a moment as someone walked past her hiding spot. Feeling slightly apprehensive, she sat there with her hand over her mouth, waiting for him to find her or leave the room. Nothing happened; she didn’t even hear his usual mumbles that he made unconsciously as he searched. But then she heard something that made her eyes pop wide open and her heart to skip a beat.
“Mokuba” let out a deep, raspy sigh. “Damn it,” a low voice said, “I really need some sleep.”
The first thought- the only thought- that leapt to Anzu’s mind was that the person in the bathroom was definitely not Mokuba.
Seto was supposed to be squirreling himself away in his office all day! Mokuba assured her that they wouldn’t have to even see each other- Seto still hated her as much as ever, and she had no desire to face his cruel taunting if she didn’t have to. But now she was trapped in a bathroom with him- and she had no idea how the hell she was going to get out of such a sticky situation. It was a bathroom, so the room certainly wasn’t big enough for her to move about without him seeing or hearing her; and she was in the closet, so getting out would be a little bit of a chore. And the door was locked- even if everything else had been in her favor, there was no getting around that.
She had to all but clamp her hands over her mouth to keep from gasping as she heard the metallic sound of a belt unbuckling. It would have been bad enough for him to have had to relieve himself while she was in there (and listening), but to have him undress! That meant take a shower. That meant he’d be there for awhile. Which meant she would be in there for awhile.
And oh God, what was she going to do if he needed a towel?
Anzu covered her face with her hands and tried to ignore the sounds of rustling cloth and zippers and the clink of the shower curtain being pulled back as the warm stream of water was cut on. However, she found that ignoring the satisfied moan that followed was slightly harder to do.
She was locked in a bathroom with the infamous Kaiba Seto. Not only that, she was locked in a bathroom with the very naked Kaiba Seto.
Naked.
He had not one shred of clothing covering him.
Anzu’s face scrunched up involuntarily as she tried not to groan. How in the world did she get herself into such messes? All she had wanted to do was play a nice game of hide-and-go-seek.
Suddenly, she heard him sigh happily. If she hadn’t been utterly convinced that the man in the bathroom was him, she’d have said it was impossible for him to sound that relaxed. Anzu giggled internally as she pictured him sprawled languidly in a steaming bathtub, a silly grin upon his face. However, judging from the sound of the water, he was taking a shower not a bath.
She couldn’t stop herself from wondering what he would look like without- she couldn’t bring herself to ponder his unmentionables, so just without a shirt was fine. Was he muscular or skinny? Or was he really fat and he just wore something to hold it all in? Was his chest even paler than his face? She imagined that he’d probably be lean and well-formed, with just enough packed muscle to make any sane girl’s eyebrow raise.
Unbidden, a picture of him, wet and warm under the spray of the water- wearing, of course, a strategically placed cloud of steam- popped into her head.
Well, she thought to herself, at least she had found a way to keep herself entertained. And picturing Seto dripping wet in the shower, those long, beautiful hands running down his body was certainly keeping her a little more than just entertained.
He always smelled fresh and clean, a citrusy sort of smell that reminded her of spring. He probably used some sort of body wash, orange-scented or something. She bit her lip as she imagined him pouring out thick, orange soap into his hand, rubbing it into lathering and smoothing it all over his body. She saw elegant hands running down a graceful neck, his head thrown back as he savored the sensations his own hands were producing. She saw soap suds sliding down his chest- his suddenly very firm, attractive chest- his hands following close behind.
And he’d have to wash his hair. The water would be pouring down on the crown of his head, wetting his thick brown hair, and she could see him breathing in a breath of steam, his eyes shut and his fingers tangled in the heavy mass on his scalp. Her own fingers itched as she watched him in her mind’s eye, rubbing in the shampoo, kneading through his hair- she almost wished that she could do it for him.
A low, guttural moan suddenly filled the room. Anzu’s cheeks heated up as she imagined what he might be doing that would make him sound like that. What a man did in his own shower was his business- but she didn’t want to have to be in the same room while he did it. She gulped down a breath of air and tried not to think about what his hands might be doing then.
But what if her hands were on his body instead? What if she could touch him, fingers sliding down wet soapy skin, slick and clean and smelling of oranges? Anzu shivered a little, fearing that she was enjoying the imagined sensations a bit too much. When would he be done? She had to get out of that bathroom!
And luckily for her, the water soon cut off. She was still so caught up in her little fantasy that she didn’t notice the sound of wet feet padding towards her.
But then the closet door opened. And a pair of thick, wet, pale thighs met her big blue eyes as they snapped open in surprise.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, unable to look away.
The infamous- and naked, he was also very naked- Kaiba Seto took a step back and glared at her.
“Mazaki,” he said coldly.
She gulped, ready for the scolding of a lifetime.
His eyes narrowed a little and she scooted back the half inch toward the wall. He stared a moment longer.
“Hand me a towel.”
~~~
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