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Lady Luck	By : Amarin Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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On The Verge Of Falling
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Japanese

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Ano � Um�
Demo � But
Ecchi � (Playfully) Pervert/Perverted
Kami-sama � God
Okaa-san � Mother (Your Own)
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Oh, she shouldn�t have worn that dress.

The way it curled around when she was spinnin�

just killed me dead.

My heart began to tell my body and my soul

that it had gotten in the mood to lose control.

All I wanted to be was cool.

It ain�t my style to overheat, much less burn.

But as we floated across the floor,

all at once I flashed right past the point of no return.

And when we said goodnight,

the sun was on the rise.

And any stars that hadn�t set

had fallen in my eyes.

I�m about to give into this urge.

Once more slow dance,

with her arms around me.

One more long glance,

and nothing will slow down me.

I�ve got no chance;

if I�m not in love, I�m on the verge.

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Collin Raye � On The Verge
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�Tristan?� Dara asked, sidling over to her boyfriend where he was doing his history homework on the couch.
�Yeah?� Tristan responded distractedly, shaking off thoughts of Feudal Japan and Samurai warriors in favor of the dark-haired girl in front of him.
Dara was better than homework any day.
�Let�s go out this Friday,� Dara said in a rush.
�Okay,� Tristan said agreeably. �You want to get dinner? See a movie?�
�Ano�actually�I meant go out on a real date,� Dara said tentatively.
Tristan�s brow furrowed. �Demo�you mean, as a couple?�
�Yeah,� Dara said, smiling shyly. �You want to?�
Nodding slowly, Tristan said, �Of course, but�where could we go where no one would see us?� While he and Dara had gone out together before, they had always kept up the pretense of them just being two friends out for a good time. Two male friends. Dara wanted to go out as a couple � which would necessitate her dressing up as a girl. They�d have to go someplace where no one would recognize either of them.
�Why don�t we go back to the Phoenix?� Dara suggested. �I really like dancing and the Phoenix has good music.�
The club they�d first met at; seemed appropriate for their first real �date,� Tristan thought. �Sounds good. When do you want to go?�
�This Friday?� Dara half-asked.
�Cool,� Tristan agreed.
Dara gave him a blinding smile and a kiss before bouncing off across the room to pick up the magazine she�d been reading before she had asked her question.
Or hadn�t been reading, Tristan thought as he noticed her open the magazine to the exact same place she�d opened it to an hour ago.
Narrowing his eyes thoughtfully, he took in the tense set of Dara�s shoulders and revised his opinion of the conversation they had just ended. When I first found out, she said that she normally went out at least once or twice a month, Tristan mused thoughtfully. But she hasn�t been out as Dara in almost four months � since we got together. Must be getting rather �twitchy.�
Tristan could understand that and he certainly had no objections. The times he�d gotten to see Dara in something other than her normal guy-wear were few and far between. Too few and far between, in his opinion.
Dara always looked good to him, but he had to admit that seeing her as a girl was better, if only because she was more comfortable like that. As herself; her true self. Dara always seemed a little tense when she was masquerading as Duke. She could relax as Dara.
And relaxed Dara equaled happy Dara. And happy Dara equaled beautiful Dara, in Tristan�s opinion.
Not that she wasn�t beautiful all the time�
He couldn�t wait until Friday night.
***
Friday night dawned cool and clear, a perfect night for dancing until dawn.
Or anything else that struck their fancies.
Blushing slightly, Tristan pushed those rather ecchi thoughts from his mind. He was a gentleman � his mother had raised him as one, and though he still didn�t make his bed every morning or clean his room as often as he should (read: never) that part of her training had stuck � and he wasn�t going to push, force, or otherwise coerce Dara into doing anything she didn�t want to do.
Of course, if she did want to do something�
Shaking his head, Tristan berated himself for getting carried away. Dara was the one who was�well�for lack of a better word, �vulnerable� here, and she should be the one to bring it up.
Well, beyond kissing, anyway�
He was pretty sure she wouldn�t mind him initiating a little making out on the dance floor, though. Anything beyond that he�d leave up to her.
Satisfied with his decision � not that he�d really been prepared to decide on anything else � Tristan sped down the final few blocks to the Black Crown, pulling up outside Dara�s personal entrance. A feeling of d�j� vu washed over him as he realized it had only been a little over four months since the last time he�d sat in this exact spot. Only then he�d had a box of pastries, dozens of questions, and a stomach full of butterflies as company.
Now he just had the butterflies and a healthy dose of anticipation.
Turning off the motor, he parked his motorcycle and headed for the door. Taking a deep breath for courage � though he didn�t know why he felt so anxious all of a sudden and would need courage � he rang the bell.
Needless to say, he was surprised when the door opened to reveal Dara wearing a neck-to-ankles trench coat � with a hood. About the only parts of her that could be seen were her face and her feet.
***
Dara quirked a grin at her boyfriend�s confused expression. �I can�t very well be seen leaving my house dressed like a girl, now can I?� she asked practically.
Tristan shook his head, a sheepish smile coming over his face. �I guess not,� he agreed, rubbing the back of his neck at his idiocy.
Her smile widening, Dara said, �Don�t feel too stupid, Tristan; it�s not like this is something you have experience with.�
�Not yet,� Tristan replied, his intent clear in his voice.
Dara was taken aback by the sincerity in her boyfriend�s voice. He wants experience with what life is like for me? she thought. More than what he already has?
A glow of warmth spread through her. Kami-sama, how did I get so lucky?
***
One hour later, after a motorcycle ride fraught with anticipation, Tristan and Dara stood outside of the Phoenix. While Tristan tucked his helmet and the spare away, Dara busied herself with taking off her coat.
His self-appointed task finished, Tristan turned back to his girlfriend. �So, what�� His voice trailed off as he caught sight of Dara.
His logical train of thought derailed with visions of the black-haired angel in front of him, Tristan couldn�t form words. All he could do was stare at Dara.
If he�d thought she was sexy the first time he saw her, she was positively stunning tonight.
A strapless dress � tight white bodice, flowing black skirt � hugged all her curves. Black high-heeled sandals on her feet gave her the illusion of legs up to there. Her hair had been pulled back in an intricate twisting braid, leaving a few raven curls to frame her face and baring a neck that was so delectable it would have made a vampire swoon with envy.
It certainly made Tristan feel light-headed.
For all that he was enjoying the view, however, Tristan suddenly wished she hadn�t worn that dress tonight. He had no earthly clue how he was going to keep his hands to himself.
Sheer will, maybe?
Taking in her flushed-with-happiness face, joy-bright green eyes and overall sexy appearance, Tristan rolled mental eyes.
Nobody had that much willpower.
Hopefully she wouldn�t maim him with one of her dice when his hands strayed.
***
Once they were inside the club, Tristan hid a wince. The press of bodies close around them caused him and Dara to have to walk very close together as they crossed the room. It definitely wasn�t helping his determination to keep his hands to himself.
At all.
Tristan gave a silent sigh of relief when he grabbed them a table near the wall, finally able to breathe easier now that there was some distance between them. They sipped their drinks and talked and he was able to shove his more �personal� thoughts about Dara to the back of his mind.
For a while, anyway�
But then, about half an hour after they�d arrived, Dara turned to him and said, �You wanna dance?� and the thoughts came rushing back full force.
Tristan froze. Dance? As in, hold her in his arms and move back and forth across the dance floor, their bodies swaying together in sultry tandem, making him think about doing something similarly � only horizontal, and involving no clothes?
Was she kidding?
�Sure,� he said.
What, like he was going to say no?
***
As they moved towards the dance floor, the fast-paced techno song that was playing cut off at that moment, and a slow ballad took up in its place. Rather than let any awkwardness creep into their conversation because of this happening, Tristan drew Dara out onto the dance floor, hands placed decorously on her waist.
Dara marveled at how at ease Tristan seemed to be, his graceful steps making her feel as clumsy as an elephant on roller skates, even though she was actually fairly adept at dancing.
The music segued smoothly into a marginally faster song, and their steps picked up the pace.
As Tristan spun Dara out on his arm as the music swelled, she laughed out loud. �Where did you learn to dance like this?� she asked breathlessly once she was back in his arms.
He grinned teasingly at her. �What, you thought I had two left feet?�
�No,� she defended herself. �I just didn�t know you were such a good dancer.�
Tristan shrugged and twirled her around, admiring the way her dress swirled around her legs with the movement. �Okaa-san made both me and my sister take ballroom dancing lessons. The steps don�t come in handy all that often, but being able to do moves like this�� he curled an arm around her back and proceeded to her dip her so low that her hair brushed the floor, ��does.�
Her breath caught in her throat at the look in his eyes, and she barely noticed that they were once again standing, moving with graceful steps across the floor. The music filled her ears, the hazy air and dim lights made her feel light-headed in a good way, and she felt as if she could happily dance all night in Tristan�s arms.
***
And they did.
As dawn approached, Tristan and Dara found themselves still dancing, almost cheek-to-cheek, swaying back and forth to a slow song. Even if they weren�t the only dancers on the floor, they wouldn�t have been able to tell the difference. The Phoenix stayed open from dusk until dawn, and when Dara and Tristan finally left, the sun was on the rise.
�I can�t believe we stayed here all night,� Dara said, chuckling.
�I can,� Tristan said ruefully as he limped along beside her towards the parking lot. �I don�t think my feet will ever be the same.�
Huffing, Dara clipped his head a playful blow. �How do you think mine feel? High heels are murder � they�re probably based on some medieval torture device.�
�Then why did you wear them?� Tristan asked practically.
�What, you don�t like the way they look?� Dara asked sweetly, her innocent tone at odds with the saucy smile on her face. She stopped her progress towards the parking lot and gave a little twirl, her dress billowing up almost to her hips.
Eyes glazing over, Tristan wanted to say something intelligent like, �Of course I like the way they look, but you didn�t have to put yourself out for me,� but was only able to come up with, �Ano�I do��
Dara laughed into her hand. �Boys are so silly,� she said teasingly. �Their brains go offline when they see a pretty girl.�
Tristan nodded vigorously � Dara was very pretty. And his brain had obviously short-circuited, considering the dopey grin on his face.
Her chuckles grew louder and she swayed towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pressing her lips against his, she smiled into the kiss as he started, brain finally defrosting enough to realize what was going on.
Moaning as Tristan�s tongue stroked soft warmth against hers, his hands caressing her back with gentle touches, she shivered with want. The air was cool against her skin, pricking goosebumps to life on her bare arms, but she felt as if her whole body was on fire.
Tristan felt much the same. All thoughts of being a gentleman, and not pushing Dara to go farther than she wanted, flew out the proverbial window. All he could think of was how much he wanted her�wanted more. More kisses, more touches�more Dara.
An inferno was building between them, hot desire flaring to life like their passions.

Lips caressed each other, hands stroked across shoulders and further down, bodies pressed so tight against each other it was as if they wanted to share the same skin. Spiraling higher, their ardor only seemed to grow more intense with each passing moment, until finally it had to find an outlet�or end.
Tristan�s nimble hands pressed soothing patterns into Dara�s back, coaxing a lustful shudder out of her, and bringing her � unfortunately � back to reality. They were in the parking lot of a dance club, and the sun was rising. They really shouldn�t be having a make-out session there, no matter how good it felt.
After what seemed like an eternity of passion set in that one motion, the two parted, the need for air � more than some hint of decorum on a public sidewalk � making them withdraw.

Dara cleared her throat and smiled sheepishly. �We�really shouldn�t be doing this here,� she said breathlessly, obviously reluctant.
Then where should we be doing this? Tristan wanted to ask, but didn�t. He remembered the promise he�d made himself; he wasn�t going to push her. �You�re right,� he agreed, voice husky, but made no move to pull away from her. Smiling shyly at each other, they just stood there within each other�s embrace, under the clear, starry sky.
And even though it was impossible for two people without the magic of Millennium Items to have a mind-link, they nevertheless were thinking the exact same thing at that exact moment:
I could fall in love with you�maybe I already have.
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