Warning: This story is highly sensual (and sexual), and many of the things you will read will leave you a bit doubtful. Still, I sincerely hope you enjoy my short delve in into Yugioh! fanfiction. Also, chapters will be pretty short and to the point, after all I'm just getting started in this fandom (as a writer).

The touches started late at night, when she hovered between awake and asleep. They were soft, like whispers being dragged across her skin, like wings or petals that fluttered in the wind.

Worshiping, or as if afraid. Maybe both.

The touches, although light and barely there, brought shivers that made her tremble. It was dark and because of this she couldn't see, and to see was her only wish.

She wasn't afraid, it was a comforting touch of someone she knew and trusted, but couldn't place. She still wanted to see who it was that touched her so intimately.

From her legs, to her tights, over her stomach and across her breasts the whispers never faltered. Running across her hair, and down her neck goose bumps prickled her skin.

All she could do was writhe and edge those caresses on with soft tortured whimpers.

Warmth puffed over her bared stomach, as with all her writhing her over sized nightshirt had ridden up her body, that made her toes clench and something hot pool inside her.

She woke up well rested, and with the vestiges of her dream on the corners of her mind. Blushing, she remembered the faint sound of a dark chuckle dragged on her skin and the final firm pressure of something soft over her heart.

So? How was it? Also, I always appreciate criticism and people notifying me on grammatical mistakes.

P.S. This story is almost finished, I only have one more chapter to write and it's done.