A/N: The last chapter! Hope people have enjoyed the story thus far and like the ending I wrote :) Warning: It's pretty limey but just making out so don't worry (if you were worried...)

Disclaimer: Not Mine!

Catching Jounouchi's eye across the room, the only man present with a similar relationship as him he raised an eyebrow in question and his friend raised a subtle hand, indicating five minutes. Yami breathed out quietly, relaxing back into the couch for now.

It was a system they had worked out. If one had already seen the movie they signalled to the other how long before something 'interesting' happened. Be it explosion or make out, either was acceptable after almost twenty minutes of not getting any farther than his spontaneous licking.

And that was absolutely unacceptable.

She was looking comfy and smug at this point which irked him. An explosion flashed across the screen and she flinched a little bit having never been a fan of the action genre as he knew.

"Nervous?" He whispered in a husky voice, breathing deliberately hot air against her ear before sliding his tongue along the long pressure point between ear and jaw, pausing at the bottom to moisten her skin before sucking tenderly. She pushed him away.

"You already tried that one," She replied quietly, eyes flickering only once towards him before turning her eyes back towards the screen. Her act would have worked but he knew her too well and he could see the lidded way her eyes watched the video.

He smirked but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough. Returning to his pre-marked spot he continued sucking knowing she either had to stop him again or deal with the hicky he was sure to leave. She was too proud to stop him and he continued until he was content with the red mark that blossomed against her ivory skin, less distinguishable because of her deep blush.

He never had been very subtle when he was trying to prove a point.

He left a couple other tender kisses along her neck, feeling her shift uncomfortably beneath his oppressive weight though he left no more marks telling him he was doing a good job of convincing her. He had always considered an excess of hickies to be a large turnoff.

His seeking lips rose back to her jaw, kissing along the length then raised to her cheek, pressing his lips there for a romantic pause, blowing steady air against her ear again. He felt her swallow, then her head tilted biting at the signature golden hoop hanging from his ear with a small tug.

Her tongue flickered through, touching his ear slightly before she regained control, pulling back again. He allowed her thirty seconds of space then went in for the kill. His hand slid up her leg, playing at the edge of her very short skirt, kisses returning less playfully this time as they targeted her lips landing a few and falling just short for others.

She put up a fight, pushing him away firmly at first but the second her hands touched his chest, her only hope for holding him off, he started flexing and putting actual weight on her. His subtly muscular physique had had always been one of her favourite things about him but she was cursing it now despite the competing lust that came with it.

"Yami," She said warningly, pushing him away again though she didn't get as far this time before he was back, finger tips sliding just underneath the lace edge of her skirt. She raised a hand, slapping his away distractedly, leaving only one hand that wasn't strong enough to hold his upper torso off her as he fully stretched across her, tongue breeching her mouth with sweet relief.

She kept trying to close her mouth on him but though he was gentle he was still insistent. He didn't try to reach under her skirt again, unlike what some might believe from his actions he didn't actually have any desire to deflower her in the middle of his bosses living room surrounded by old friends.

While some couples thrived on PDA and had sex on every opportunity presented for them it had always been something special. Foreplay was his specialty, he could always coax her into heated moments but he could also keep his head and stop when it got far enough.

They had waited three long years before taking that step in their relationship, making sure the first time was special and romantic. They agreed afterwards that they didn't want it to become another commonplace predictable thing between them. She was special. It would also be special.

For awhile he hovered at that medium, leaving little pinches along her legs, as she swatted him away again and again in a futile effort. Finally he ended it when her motions began to fumble, even kissing back slightly now.

He squeezed her thigh, allowing her to reach for that hand one last time before lifting the other to her waist, pressing her back to the couch. She surrendered control with a shuddering sigh, deepening the kiss gratefully.

He hooked the knee closer to him over his, running that hand over the inside of her thigh for a lust filled moment then brought it to her waist, massaging the lace covered area with lithe fingers. She stroked his chest and his ego with each passing moment.

He pulled away from the heated kiss for a moment to listen to her rough breathing and smirk that deliciously sexy expression down on her that clearly read: I win. Huffing slightly she grabbed him and pulled him back to her all the same, vowing to get her revenge later when she wasn't so preoccupied.

They must have gotten loud at some point because he vaguely heard the sound of someone suggesting that they get a room. The protests only got louder, encouraging his currently inflated ego. The lights came on and he flinched, but keeping his eyes sealed shut he continued to kiss her with a rough passion.

"Yami, guest room, second floor, first door on the right, please," Kaiba's voice broke through the lusty haze in an almost pleading way. Taking his time he sat up a little, lifting her up with him, hands cradling her waist before removing his tongue from her mouth and sucking at her lips for a moment before finally releasing her completely.

"No, I think I'm good," He said light heartedly, voice betraying little of his emotions. Several groans of disbelief filled the air and she collapsed back on the couch looking utterly drained and he just stretched his arms, rolling his stiff neck.

"What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow to her accusatory glare though she was too exhausted to say a word.

"I thought you were embarrassed!" He continued defending his not-so-innocent innocence though he knew exactly what she wanted. She continued glaring, folding her arms. Reaching out he grabbed her hands and pulled her up into a sitting position.

"Jerk," She mumbled childishly and he chuckled at her jealousy for his ability to mask the way he still wanted to be locked in that sultry embrace with her and beyond that not even appearing to be breathing hard!

Hooking one arm around her lower back and the other under her knees he lifted her light frame easily, depositing her tired body into his lap neatly. His expression had softened, knowing she was exhausted from more than his prolonged flirting.

A day of rushing about getting ready for the opening party, then the party itself which could exhaust anyone with its endless smiles and niceties, followed by their minor fight and now this. Ignoring everyone else who were either watching them or trying not to watch them he focused on her swollen ankles, gently sliding the black stilettos off and wincing along with her as he saw the damage.

Suffice to say she wouldn't be demonstrating any dancing for her students tomorrow.

Kisara stood up silently from her spot where she had been lying with her head on Kaiba's chest, sweeping out of the room gracefully. He was massaging her feet gently when she returned with a bag full of ice for the woman's feet which he accepted with a small murmured thanks.

She deposited similar offerings to the other woman though Rebecca refused as she had been wearing flats but Miho and Mai accepted them gratefully. With the ice in place he lifted her up, wrapped his arms around her lovingly, nodding to Jounouchi to turn the lights back out which he did without comment.

The Pharaoh was a confusing man that none but three of the people present pretended to understand in times like these. He could go from flirtatious to seductive to soft and loving in under an hour. At a moment like this he wouldn't say a word, just retreat to his own thoughts that no doubt circled around the woman he cuddled tenderly in his protective arms.

Her eyes closed wearily, not falling asleep, but joining him in his silent appreciation of their relationship.

"Anzu," He whispered after a moment in her ear and she nodded slightly, opening her eyes to look up at him. "You look extremely sexy in black lace," He told her in such an innocent voice that the words startled her for a moment.

Slowly a smile grew on her face and she allowed him to press his trade mark kiss to her forehead, holding it for several seconds before pulling away and holding her back to his body again.

The movie finished without incident though from the sound of quiet scuffles around them occasionally it was safe to assume others had followed in their footsteps more subtly. Nobody felt much like getting up to turn on the lights but Honda lazily raised the remote control, flicking off the screen to immerse them in total darkness.

All was silent for a moment and suspicion grew thick when the table creaked slightly then –

"Get your filthy hands off of me grave robber!" Came a loud aggravated voice.

"I wouldn't touch you in this life time or any other. You're more useful dead than alive!"

"Malik..."

"I lived with you inside me too long to want to be anywhere near you anymore."

"Ryou" –

"Innocent."

"Well someone touched me!"

"Maybe you're just touching yourself again you" –

"Ow what the hell?"

"Probably hit the wrong person..."

"Good for nothing brat,"

"Look you wouldn't be alive without me so why don't you shut your damn mouth?"

"Fuck off."

"Language Marik,"

"Shut up" –the arguments were interrupted by a sudden searing light. The same way their kiss had been ended so was the scrapping at the table.

"Let's settle this like real men with a game," Marik hissed, squinting his wild eyes as Jounouchi's hand hovered over the light switch so no one could lunge to turn it off again.

"First loser buys into the poker game for the highest price," Bakura agreed, a deadly look in his eyes as he whipped out his deck. Everyone else just sighed and left them to their own personality issues, mingling once more.

A different story was playing out on the couch though. Anzu uncurled herself from his lap, sliding the ice gently from her feet as she sat up, putting her arms around his neck.

"Your dancers are going to notice that," He said casually, reaching up a hand to touch his hicky lightly. She also rubbed the bruised area gingerly, wincing slightly.

"You're stronger then you think, you know," She said and he frowned a little.

"Does that bother you?" He asked and she looked surprise, dropping her hands back to his chest.

"No, you know I'd tell you if it did," She said in a curious tone.

"And you would tell me if I did something that bothered you?" He pressed on, an intense look to his eyes that she couldn't refuse.

"Of course I would," She assured him, frowning a little now.

"Tell me then Anzu, you think we make a good couple right? We're good for each other?" Rarely had she heard him ask such a question. They both knew they were good for each other, why even bother asking? It was as clear as night and day.

"We've been together for five years and you're asking this now? For goodness sakes Yami, yes I think we're good for each other. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!" He shushed her upset tone gently, holding a finger to her lips and smoothing back a loose strand of hair.

"Good, I just needed to know that."

"Why?" She demanded, unnerved by the questions seemingly out of nowhere. If he doubted their relationship...she swallowed, fearing that more than anything. She could hardly remember a life without him and didn't want to learn it again.

"Because I want to marry you and I thought it probably would be appropriate if I asked first," He said a playful hint to his voice but serious enough that she didn't mistake his intent. Shifting beneath her as an expression of complete and utter shock passed over her he balanced her on one leg while reaching in the other pocket to retrieve his wallet from which he pulled the gleaming metal band.

Her lips parted but no sound came out as her eyes filled with tears, staring transfixed at the golden ring with the single medium sized stone cut delicately in the shape of a diamond rose with gilt edges.

"Yami," She moaned touching his hand and the ring inside it.

"Can I?" She asked a frightened but awed look on her face as she moved her wide gaze to his and he smile sweetly.

"I was the one asking you," He assured her and she scooped up the ring, turning it over in her fingers to examine it closely.

"It's so beautiful," She breathed, and felt herself falling in love all over again as he caught her left hand in his, sliding the ring from her grasp.

"May I?" He asked and she nodded, not speaking as he slid the ring onto the fourth finger of her left hand.

"You're amazing," She told him, azure eyes still wide with shock though the first gleams of realization and happiness were starting to appear.

"You still haven't answered," He reminded her charmingly. Jumping up off his lap stumbling slightly on sore feet he caught her again then also stood as she lifted him impatiently so that they both were up now. This successfully caught people's attention as few had bothered to stand up yet though Jounouchi, Ryou, Miho and Kisara were stretching their limbs gratefully or moving about.

"Ask me properly if you want your answer," She declared bravely and his face grew ashen in an alarmingly fast rate.

"Please don't ask me to do that," He muttered, having prayed to Ra profusely that this wouldn't happen. Despite being a Pharaoh he seemed to favour her more.

"Yami you know it's very important to me," She told him and the pitiful adoration mixed with neediness in her beautiful eyes swayed him just a little more than his pride did. The room was growing silent, a definite sense of excitement about the two having their no longer private conversation.

Nobody had overheard the actual proposal but it was pretty clear what she was asking him to do.

Slowly, painfully, and only after glancing around to see that there was no one willing to bail him out he lowered himself to his knees. He felt pathetic kneeling beneath her in a position he had never surrendered himself to before though a far stronger feeling tore at his heart.

He did know this was important to her and they had talked about it even though it hadn't necessarily been recently or seriously. He had made a promise that he would do this one thing for her when the time came.

So now he found himself on his knees, looking up at his beautiful girlfriend of five years, cradling her left hand in both of his. Bringing her hand to his mouth his kissed her knuckles, slowly, romantically, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he turned her hand over, gliding his lips over the back of her hand to her wrist and back again.

Finally he sought the spot where his offered ring sat and he left one last lingering kiss.

The lips are the most sensitive part of the body. To touch with them is to feel as close to that thing as one possibly can.

His question was clear but he asked it aloud anyways: "Marry me?"

The romantic sighs around the room were unavoidable from Miho to Ryou at the beauty of his proposal. Only a Pharaoh could've pulled off something that graceful without looking like a fool.

"Yes," She replied without hesitation, tears brimming in her eyes. He stood up in one smooth motion, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her gently. People began clapping and Honda whistled appreciatively. When he pulled away they were both beaming openly, and she threw her arms around him in a tight embrace, half crying, half laughing.

"Now do you want to know why I wouldn't compliment your dress?" He murmured in her ear seriously, leaving sweet kisses in his wake.

"Hm?" She asked, looking confused.

"When you first came out of the bedroom and I saw you...you can imagine how I felt. I would have died just to take you right back in there and shut the door for the evening," He explained and she blushed, giggling slightly at his honesty.

"You're always beautiful to me and tonight you're wearing every guy's fantasy dress but that's the problem," She looked up with shining eyes at his passionate words, waiting for his reasoning which no doubt would be flawless.

"You're not allowed to be every guy's fantasy. Only mine. That's why I asked you to marry me. So that you will always be mine," His tone was absolutely possessive with just the right amount of adoration and hunger to it, cradling her waist in a romantic embrace.

"Yami," She whispered, the tears returning in full force. "Don't make me cry," She admonished with a small laugh, wiping desperately at her eyes and he chuckled leaning in to kiss her tears away the way he always did.

"I love you," She told him with absolute certainty and they both smiled, knowing that words could express a person's soul the way no actions could.

A/N: Aww, wasn't that just so sugary sweet? Hope I didn't make anyone puke! But now...the story is over...so if you enjoyed my writing pop over to my new story "Beside You" which is also a YamixAnzu story (revolutionshipping) that is pre-written so it's updated on a regular basis ;) Thanks for the reviews, encouragement and constructive criticism, loved it all, you guys are GREAT!

Cheers!

~Elle