Lady Luck | By : Amarin Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Next morning, things weren’t as awkward as they could have been – though not by much. They hadn’t had sex, so at least there weren’t any ‘morning after jitters’ to contend with. Dara’s crying jag had left her spent, and she’d pretty much fallen asleep while they were still kissing; Tristan had noticed her compliance in their activities, and seeing the lines of tiredness on her face, had broken off their kiss soon after they’d started. A few soothing strokes of his hand across her bared back had lulled her into a light doze. A quick swipe with a warm washcloth to rid her of her dried tears and makeup, and he’d bundled her under the covers and soothed her to sleep.
It was only when he was debating whether or not to leave when he realized that those three beers he’d had, combined with that night’s surprises, had left him almost as drained as the girl sleeping soundly in the double bed. And while he was a gentleman, he felt, under the circumstances, that Dara wouldn’t freak if he took the other half of the bed.
Or at least, not too badly.
Though when he’d opened his eyes to find a pair of jade-green orbs staring at him in anxious, frightened surprise, he thought maybe he shouldn’t have shoved his worries off so quickly.
Reality check: girl who’s been masquerading as guy gets found out by another guy, said guy comforts her when she cries by kissing her, and she falls asleep soon afterward. Girl then wakes up to find herself in bed with aforementioned guy, and, not remembering anything involving their sleeping accommodations, fears the worst.
Not that he thought them having sex would be the worst thing that could have happened, but it certainly wasn’t the best, especially considering the situation.
“Hey,” he said softly, trying not to spook her. “You sleep okay?”
She blinked rapidly, obviously trying to dispel her fears and said, “Ah…yeah. What, um, when did I…?”
“You kinda conked out when we were kissing,” he said, trying to reassure her that nothing untoward had happened. “We were both pretty wiped, and I didn’t trust myself to drive, so I just stayed here. I hope you don’t mind, but I figured the bed was big enough to share.”
She blushed at that, but seemed a lot calmer after his frank explanation. “Ah, no, no, I don’t mind. Um…what time is it?”
Craning his neck up to look at the clock behind her, he said, “It’s ten after six.”
She started and sat straight up, the sheet and light blanket falling down to her waist, exposing her disarrayed clothing. “Kuso! I have that meeting in less than an hour…” She trailed off, looking at him, obviously realizing that they still had things they needed to discuss.
Affecting nonchalance, Tristan shrugged and said, “I don’t have any plans for today; if you want, I could just wait here, and when you’re done with your meeting we could continue our talk?”
She nodded distractedly, mind focused on other things. “It shouldn’t take long, no more than an hour. Checkout’s at noon, though, so we’ll have to find another place for our talk if we don’t want to be interrupted.”
Thinking over their options, Tristan realized it would probably be a good idea if they were on more familiar ground. Duke – er, Dara – would most definitely feel better having the rest of this heart-wrenching conversation on her own turf.
“How about this?” he proposed. “You check out and go to your meeting. I go back to the bar and hope my bike’s still in the parking lot, and, if it is, I head back to Domino. When your meeting’s over, you head back and I’ll meet you at your shop at around ten for brunch.”
Considering his suggestion, Dara finally said, “Yeah, sounds good. Um…you’re not going to…”
“I promise not to tell anyone, Dara,” Tristan cut in, using her real name in hopes she’d understand he was serious.
She breathed a soft sigh of relief. “Thanks, Tristan,” she said, her words heartfelt.
“No problem.”
Less than half an hour later, he was on his way back to Domino, thoughts whirling faster than his bike was eating up the asphalt.
Duke Devlin, creator of Dungeon Dice Monsters, and one of the most sought-after bishounen in all of Domino High, was a girl?
And a really sexy girl, at that.
This made his current problem both less and more difficult.
But mostly more.
He’d purposely taken the long way back to Domino – though considering how bad rush hour traffic had been, he’d almost thought it had been a bad idea. It was past nine-thirty when he finally neared the city; Dara was probably home by then.
And wondering where he was, and if he was having a belated freak-out. Which he was, but probably not for any of the specific reasons she might have thought up.
It just figured that right after he’d come to terms with the fact that he was apparently bisexual…it turned out he was actually still straight.
Still, they were supposed to meet for brunch, and food always seemed to make any difficult situation easier to bear. At least according to Joey.
After a quick stop at a bakery to pick up some pastries, Tristan headed over to the Crown Game Shop. It was ten on the dot when he pulled up at the back entrance, which led not to the shop itself, but to the small apartment overhead where Dara lived.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and waited.
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