InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Choices, Choices... ❯ Of Things Lost ( Chapter 10 )

“Take 'em off, throw 'em down;
Come here and let me feel what's in front of me.
The outside world is of no concern,
Just let our bodies and the candles in the room burn,
With feverish passion uncontained…” -Boyz II Men, '50 Candles'

 

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A/N: WARNING!!! Citrus will ensue! Happy Valentines Day, all! I got you ALL something - a LEMON! YAY! *does a happy dance* I should say a few lemons, but it's more like one long ass lemon. Again, if you WANT to read the full version and are reading at one of the `no mature content' sites (i.e.: FanFiction, deviantART, PaperDemon) please visit one of my mature accounts at MediaMiner, The Red Curtain, and InuyashaFanFiction. And yes, the Rusty Pelican really is a restaurant on the water in Miami. I was actually there for Christmas. ^_^

 

 

Dedicated to my friend, Cali2007 @ deviantART for drawing me some lovely fanart. Please check them out in her gallery - she drew Inuyasha singing at the Jazz Club in Ch 5, a comic featuring Kouga's phone-spying(ch 8), and a pic of Kouga with his shorter hair!!!! Go to www.cali2007.deviantart.comThanks, hun!*huggles*

 

 

 

Chapter 10: Of Things Lost

 

 

Sesshoumaru seemed curious. That's what she is so upset about? Such a trivial thing…

 

“I… I had no idea,” she said between sniffles. “I thought…” She sighed. “ GOD, how could I be so stupid?”

 

Sesshoumaru opened his mouth to speak, but Kagome glared at him.

 

“It is imperative to your future that you don't answer that question,” she said menacingly.

 

He smirked.

 

“Really, I thought she was okay. But now… I mean, where will they go?”

 

Sesshoumaru said nothing. Inside, his mind was swirling. He could always put the family in one of the many hotels their family owned. But this woman… he wouldn't go through the trouble of doing that for her. Would he?

 

After a few more sniffles, Kagome began to stand, a determined look on her face. Sesshoumaru wondered what she was up to.

 

“Well,” she said determinedly, “I guess I'll have to find the money and pay off her mortgage.”

 

Sesshoumaru looked at her askance. “Doubtful. If,” he emphasized the word for effect, “she managed to get an extension, she would only have a few months. You would simply not have enough to pay off her loan by then.”

 

Kagome crossed her arms and pouted. “Don't underestimate me,” she told him.

 

Now, the idea of Kagome's `threat' was akin to a puppy chewing on a slipper. But for some reason, he felt slightly wary. Yes, he believed that this woman could probably find a way to raise the money. This would be interesting.

 

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An hour later, Kagome was sipping on a delicate balance of champagne and orange juice as they feasted on ham, eggs, fruit, bacon, various breadstuffs, and a variety of pastas. There were so many things to choose from; in addition, the place was lovely. It was located on the water, so that most of the tables overlooked the small bay. It was packed, even though she could imagine how much just a Sunday brunch here would cost, buffet or not.

 

Their table was decorated simply - only a simple arrangement of a few roses in a vase and white linens. Kagome wondered how she hadn't known about `The Rusty Pelican' when she had lived here for four years now. She assumed Sesshoumaru knew because he had taken his share of women here; it came to no surprise to her when the maitre'd seemed to know him. Their waitress eyeballed him with no reservation. Kagome suppressed the urge to both roll her eyes and gouge out the females' eyes.

 

Sesshoumaru had told her he would bring her food to the table. Kagome had balked. How would he know what she liked? Why couldn't she get it herself? Ultimately - since there was no arguing with Sesshoumaru - Kagome sulked until he returned. And when he did, he had brought her a fabulous array of fruits: strawberries, honeydew, pineapple, kiwi, and tangerines. There was also sausage, scrambled eggs, and a croissant. Of course, with breakfast, you had a smaller selection, but still - he had managed to bring her all sorts of things that she enjoyed!

 

“How… I love all this stuff…” she said suspiciously as she looked at the delectable variety of foods in front of her.

 

“Of course,” was all he said.

 

Kagome glared daggers at him. “Whaddya mean, `of course'? How could you possibly have known what I would like out of all that stuff?”

 

Sesshoumaru sighed. He really did hate having to explain himself. In fact, why should he explain himself? He scowled, but found himself telling her nonetheless.

 

“Really, Kagome…” He paused for dramatic effect. It worked; she felt like an idiot, as if everyone should know what her morning meal consisted of. He didn't even glance at her as he continued - he was busy spreading butter on a roll he had acquired for himself. “You always have fruit in your apartment - from the first time I had been there, different fruits had graced your counter oh-so-neatly…”

 

Kagome thought of how she randomly just placed a few oranges, bananas, or apples on her kitchen's bar top and smiled sheepishly as she picked at a slice of grapefruit.

 

“And… you have muscle, so you obviously get enough protein, meaning you enjoy meats.” He gave her a sideways glance to judge her reaction. She seemed to be thinking it over - attempting to find a reason that it shouldn't be a correct assumption. “And lastly… everyone likes eggs.”

 

This brought Kagome up short. He… guessed?

 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… First of all, not everyone likes eggs. I, for one, happen to like my eggs sunny-side-up. And secondly-”

 

“That is good to know,” he interrupted as he speared a piece of watermelon. “Especially for the next time we have breakfast together.”

 

He was staring, and it unnerved her. She knew what he meant. The unspoken words… `Especially for the next time we have breakfast together… after spending the night together.' Gulping, Kagome placed her attention back unto her plate. She picked up a sausage link with her dainty fingers, and Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow at her. She almost laughed at the display - it was almost like a father daring his daughter to misbehave while out in public.

 

She smirked, and then ate the plump little piece of meat as slowly as possible. She enjoyed the disgusted look he wore, wondering why she tolerated him at all. As he relaxed a little and turned his golden brown eyes to hers, she remembered. Oh, right, she thought. Because he's a walking god.

 

They spoke lightly, with Kagome doing most of the talking. She filled him in on their family's immigration and how they had moved around the country, looking for the perfect neighborhood.

 

“In Orlando?” he had said dubiously.

 

She laughed. “Well, I guess you know. Actually, it's Orlando, but it's not. It's a small suburb of Orlando,” she explained.

 

He made an agreeable noise.

 

When their plates had been cleaned as best as they wanted, Sesshoumaru got up once again, instructing her to stay put. She scowled at his retreating form. How dare he treat her like some sort of… trophy girlfriend! This line of thought stopped Kagome dead in her proverbial tracks. Did he think of her as his girlfriend? Did he treat every girl this way? How many women had he brought here? Did he only bring prospective girlfriends here? Did he want her to be his girlfriend? And most importantly, did she want him to want her as his girlfriend?

 

Sadly, she knew the answer was yes. But she wouldn't be able to accept anyways - she was also seeing Kouga, and even though she hadn't seen him in some time, Inuyasha.

 

He came back with a plate of lean sliced roast beef, some white rice, and chicken in some type of sauce, as well as mashed potatoes. And she wolfed it all down.

 

A good two hours later, Sesshoumaru was holding the passenger door open to his Chrysler. The valet boy had tried to do it - smiling widely at Kagome - but the looming, intimidating figure had scared the man away with a scowl. Kagome repressed yet another eye roll - they were becoming quite common with Sesshoumaru around - and sat in the supple, grey, leather seat. He got in and sped away. Kagome looked longingly at the Miami Seaquarium sign just outside the restaurant, but Sesshoumaru would never go for that. Besides, he was dressed for church - he was wearing dark grey slacks and an aqua, button-down, dress shirt - not for a Sea World-type outing.

 

Sesshoumaru noticed where her attention lay, but there was nothing to be done. He had more planned, and he was not one for doing things on the fly. But this might be good…

 

“Do you enjoy Marine life?” he asked her.

 

She was surprised he had noticed. “Y-yeah,” she stuttered. Then she became nostalgic. “I actually almost changed direction in High School. I had the best biology teacher, and I wound up having her in Marine Biology, too. She was a great teacher, and her specialty was Marine Bio, so it came naturally. She said I was a natural, too.”

 

Sesshoumaru listened intently. “Why did you not change subjects?”

 

“As much as I liked it, I felt I had a calling… like I was meant to do something with hearts,” she said wistfully.

 

He nodded, as if agreeing with her.

 

“Anyways, I still enjoy it. I had a job in High School in a fish store. I helped people decide which fish were best for them - it was fun. And I love dolphins,” she said, but not before wondering why she was telling him so much. For some reason, even though he was easy to talk to, it seemed like Sesshoumaru was not the type to tell personal things to. She felt like he may blackmail her later on with some of this information, and then giggled at her imagination. As if Sesshoumaru was involved in anything less-than-noble.

 

Sesshoumaru said nothing as he drove to their next destination.

 

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Kagome couldn't believe where they were. In the middle of South Beach, they had closed off the streets, allowing vendors to display their wares. There were artists, musicians, entertainers, food vendors, and craftsmen of all kinds. And the streets were filled with people - families, people with dogs, wine enthusiasts, and rich people looking for another piece to add to their collection…

 

Kagome's eyes were wide as she took it all in. Again, she didn't know things like this existed. She was too busy; there was school, and work… But in reality, she had never really looked for something like this. She was always just trying to be a girl - shopping, tanning, hanging out with her girlfriends. But this was amazing! She smiled up at Sesshoumaru, who wore a bored expression as usual. Well, she was going to make sure she had a good time. They walked a little bit before Kagome saw a vendor that made rugs, blankets, and pillows out of Alpaca wool. She couldn't believe how incredibly soft it was. She squealed in delight as she rubbed her face over a cream colored rug. She told the woman it was the perfect size and color for her bedroom. The old woman nodded, apparently foreign but understanding the young woman's joy. When Kagome asked her how much it was, she felt the price was too steep, even though she knew it was well worth it, with all the work, care, and love that went into making these. She sadly began to put the rug back down. After all, if she was serious about helping her mother, she would have to be careful with her money and not spend it frivolously. Even on incredibly soft, plushy, gorgeous alpaca rugs.

 

The woman noticed her turmoil and stopped her.

 

“I give you half price,” she told her.

 

Kagome's eyes went wide. “Really? Half price?”

 

The old woman smiled. “Setenta… Seventy dollars”

 

Kagome recognized the amount even though the woman had found the English word in her memory. She had taken Spanish classes, but couldn't remember most of it by now.

 

Could she afford the seventy dollars? Kagome chewed her bottom lip in thought. What the hell… I can make it up somehow… She dug in her purse greedily, reaching for a few twenty dollar bills. The old woman handed her change as well as a huge bag to put the rug in. Kagome tried to wave her off - she wanted to carry it! Sesshoumaru caught her shoulder.

 

“Kagome, you would be wise to put the rug in the bag. Do you forget how hot it is?” he told her.

 

Defeated, Kagome realized he was right. Was she crazy? The thing was so fluffy and heavy - she would die of heat exhaustion! She took the now-heavy bag and bid the old woman goodbye. She paid Sesshoumaru no attention as she happily looked for the next thing that might require her attention. So she didn't see her date hand the old woman more money - enough to pay for the original price of the rug and then some. She gawked at him, but he merely turned and walked after the girl. In Sesshoumaru's mind, someone who made their living working hard, making beautiful crafts, shouldn't be punished. He would allow the female to believe she bought it cheaply, and yet have the satisfaction to know the old woman had been paid well. To him, it was the equivalent of having a fine kimono-seamstress cut down her prices in order to make money to eat. Such fine craftsmanship needed to belong to someone, but the person who made it should be compensated as well. It was a win-win situation, and Sesshoumaru liked winning.

 

He caught up to her at a cotton candy stand. There was a young boy, crying that he had lost his parents, and Kagome was trying to soothe him. The red-headed tot was slowly calming, and Kagome picked him up. Sesshoumaru cocked his head. Did she realize what trouble she could be in, taking someone's child? If the parents showed up suddenly and thought she was trying to kidnap her…

 

“What's your name, honey?” she asked him. He appeared to be approximately five years old.

 

“Sh-Sh-Shawn,” he told her, sniffling.

 

Well, what did it matter? Even if she got in trouble for this, he was a lawyer, and could easily fight for her. He watched them interact. He noticed that as they spoke, Kagome was struggling with the heavy plastic bag that contained her rug. He reached for it, sliding it from her arm. She turned and gasped, as if his helping her was something she found incredulous. He took the bundle from her and waited patiently.

 

“Who were you here with, Shawn?” she asked patiently.

 

“My-my-my-my dad,” he wailed.

 

She let him lean against her shoulder as the boy cried, and she patted his back soothingly.

 

Sesshoumaru admired her mothering skills. She was soothing, kind, and soft, unlike his mother.

 

“Okay, well, when you stop crying - so you can help me look - we'll start looking for dad,” she told him.

 

The boy immediately stopped wailing; only a few sniffles and swollen, red eyes remained. Sesshoumaru was impressed.

 

“Here we go,” Kagome said, smiling. She began to walk away from the kiosk, searching for a person she didn't know what he looked like.

 

Sesshoumaru weighed the options. He could either follow the silly girl around all day - she surely won't give up until she found the boy's father - or he could find the man himself. Obviously, the latter was the smart choice. He walked closely behind Kagome, taking in the scent of the boy, and finding the fathers' scent as well.

 

“Excuse me,” Sesshoumaru said as he walked quickly past Kagome, squeezing her shoulder slightly as he walked ahead of her and then disappeared in the masses.

 

Kagome was stunned. He was leaving her? In this crowd? She would get lost, too! Why would he abandon her?

 

“Who was that man?” Shawn asked.

 

“Oh, he's uh… my boyfriend,” she stumbled, searching for an explanation he would understand.

 

“Oh, ok. He's kinda quiet, huh?”

 

Kagome laughed. “Yes. Yes, he is.” They continued walking forward through the crowd.

 

A few minutes later, Kagome saw Sesshoumaru's head travelling smoothly amongst the mass towards them. His platinum hair was unmistakable, despite the floozies that roamed the area. She hadn't expected the immense relief at his arrival.

 

She saw his eyes, trained on hers, and a surge of warmth flowed through her veins.

 

“Oh, Sesshoumaru… I was so worried-”

 

“DAD!”

 

Kagome didn't have a good enough hold on the boy, and he launched himself at his father, who caught him and swung him around.

 

There was a frantic, tearful greeting as father and son reunited, and Sesshoumaru strode over to stand next to Kagome. He looked down at her, and she looked up. He was surprised to find tears in her eyes as well. Silly, emotional, human woman…

 

She reached up to his face, took a hold behind his neck, and pulled him down. When her lips connected with his, he felt a bolt of lightning race from his feet to his face. He eagerly returned the favor and kissed her deeply. She moaned a little, and Sesshoumaru became painfully aroused. He pulled her close, and she squirmed under the heat of their combined passion. But this was not the place, nor the time. So Sesshoumaru reluctantly pulled away, reveling in her sudden dishevel. She was panting already, her eyes half closed. Sesshoumaru smirked at her, and then leaned in towards her ear.

 

“Later,” he whispered.

 

The promise of what was to come sent a shiver so violent through her body that Sesshoumaru laughed lightly as he held her steady. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and he brushed some tousled hair from her face. Her hair had been up earlier for their brunch, but in their passion, he must have mussed it.

 

She smiled at him now, and their attention returned to the father and son.

 

“How can I ever repay you?” the red-headed man asked, holding the boy close.

 

“Oh, that's not necessary,” Kagome beamed.

 

Sesshoumaru scoffed. He could have easily gotten a favor out of the man, but…

 

They continued looking around, stepping to this booth or that one. She bought them ice cream, and Sesshoumaru pretended to not be pleased, although he enjoyed her choice of mint chocolate chip. She made him taste her cherry ice cream, and he also pretended not to like it. But he had the distinct feeling that not only did she not care, but she may be on to him. Perhaps she knew that he took more interest than he showed? If so, that would be dangerous for his reputation…

 

After a few hours, they returned to his car and when he held the door open for him, she jumped into his arms. He had been stunned for a moment - he stood, stiff, like a dead fish - but then he inhaled her fresh scent and felt her warm embrace, and hugged back.

 

When she let go, she was beaming at him. “Thank you so much, Sesshoumaru. I've never… well, I've never had a day quite like this one before.” She leaned up and kissed him quickly but softly on the lips.

 

Not waiting for an answer, she sat in the supple leather bucket seat and began to settle herself. Sesshoumaru closed the door and put her package in the trunk. When he got in and drove away, Kagome hummed to herself for a few moments before she asked him.

 

“So… do you do this often? Go to these places, do these things?”

 

Sesshoumaru looked at her skeptically. “Actually, I had other plans for today. But since we were late, I had to cancel those plans. Today was… spur of the moment.”

Kagome smirked. “You don't like being spontaneous, do you?”

 

He glared at her, but she laughed it off.

 

“I would like to take you out again on Saturday, if you do not mind,” he said suddenly, after a few moments' silence.

 

Kagome had been shocked. He was so formal. “S-sure,” she said. And why not? She had had a great time today, and he really helped her forget about her troubles. Oh yeah… her troubles.

 

Kagome suddenly became gloomy, and Sesshoumaru could practically taste her guilt, her sadness, her vulnerability. He had been happy that she had forgotten about her mothers' problem; he hadn't done it intentionally, really. But he was more than pleased that his attentions were allowing her to forget her woes.

 

Now, as they pulled into the college, she thought of something. But she didn't want to just spring it on him. The trick was to coax it out of him.

 

He began to drive to the front of the building, but she gave him a coy look. “Why don't you come up? I'll make coffee, and I would really like to make you dinner…”

 

Sesshoumaru wasn't sure if this was all she wanted. She seemed to have an ulterior motive, since her pulse was rapid and she was breathing slightly faster. Perhaps it would benefit him in some way. Perhaps it would benefit her. Perhaps she was only lonely, and nervous about asking… There was only one way to find out. He nodded, and drove around to the parking lot instead.

 

When they were inside her apartment, Kagome told Sesshoumaru to make himself comfortable while she put her parcel in her room. He decided to just sit on a stool at the kitchen counter. Kagome thought it strange, but busied herself making tea, which they had decided on while they walked into the building. She watched him watch her, and she tried to strategize about when she should ask him, but there didn't seem to be a good time. So she poured the tea and went to sit on the couch. He still kept his eyes trained on her, and he finally came to join her when it was obvious she was going to stay on the sofa. She seemed more relaxed now.

 

Kagome put her cup down, turning to him. “Sesshoumaru?”

 

“Hn?” he said, taking in a large gulp of the steaming liquid.

 

“Sesshoumaru, it's been bothering me. How did you find that boy's father? Surely you couldn't have known that that particular man was Shawn's father. There were so many people…”

 

Sesshoumaru had to stop himself from choking on the tea. Kagome noticed and frowned, suspicious. He, in turn, noted this and put his Mask of Indifference on. He put the hot mug on the coffee table.

 

“Ridiculous,” he told her in a haughty tone. “The man had flaming red hair, just like the boy…”

“But you found him so quickly,” she interjected.

 

“The hair stood out,” Sesshoumaru said, becoming annoyed and narrowing her eyes.

 

“No… he had to be far away. Else he would have heard his son crying…” she said, working things out.

 

At a loss for words, Sesshoumaru could think of no answer. Well, he could tell her, and if she reacted badly, he could always kill her. His mind balked at the suggestion, and he almost snarled in anger. When had he become someone who was not in control of their own decisions?

 

She wasn't looking at him. She was staring at her teacup on the table, and her brows were furrowed in the most adorable way as the tip of her tongue darted out the side of her mouth as she thought.

 

He sighed sadly, which got her attention in a surprising way. She didn't think Sesshoumaru did anything that expressed emotion so well.

 

“Kagome, I smelled him on the boy. That is how I found him.”

 

Kagome blinked.

 

“Y-you mean… you're youkai?” she asked.

 

He didn't reply; he glared at her, daring her to scream or fight or…

 

She laughed. Not a hysterical laugh or a false one. It was a hearty, genuine laugh. This puzzled the demon some.

 

“You are not surprised?” he said wearily.

 

She wiped a tear from her eye. “In a way, no. In a way, yes.”

 

This intrigued him. “Enlighten me,” he commanded.

 

Kagome rolled her eyes at the tone in his voice which only irked him. “I was surprised because sometimes, you act very human. Well, for one - that. The way you talk to others as if they were beneath you. It's as if you think you're another species…”

 

He sniffed disdainfully. “I am another species…”

 

“Yes, well…” Kagome said, losing her patience. “But… Wow. I mean, one day, you guys don't exist, then I know a few of you…”

 

Sesshoumaru saw this as a way to get information out of her. He raised an eyebrow in interest. “You know others?”

 

“Well, really, I don't know how many I know. But the other guy I'm seeing is youkai as well,” she said, fumbling with her fingers as she spoke.

 

He watched her, and then decided to still her hands. She looked up at his touch. “You are not afraid?”

 

Kagome looked at him disbelievingly. “Of what? Of you, or youkai?”

 

He looked at her sternly, and she laughed.

 

“No, I'm not afraid of youkai. Why should I? That's like saying I'm afraid of gay people, or Spanish people. It's ridiculous. Now you… I'm afraid of,” she told him. She had been heated at first, but now, she calmed.

 

He looked deep into her eyes, attempting to feel her from inside. “You should be,” he drawled in a husky voice, his breath whispering across her neck as he held her face with one hand.

 

The things he said, and how he said them… Kagome wondered if she would be dead by now if words could kill. She felt a warm rush in her veins and closed her eyes. His lips descended on her flesh, igniting her passion. He suckled the tender skin of her neck, and she threw her head back in pleasure.

 

He could feel her pulse rushing right under his teeth, and scraped her a little. This made Kagome's eyes go wide.

 

“W-w-w-w-wait!” she exclaimed, pushing away from him slightly and making him pout, if that was what you could call it.

 

Sesshoumaru was puzzled. He knew she wanted him, and she had had no problem until just now. He scowled at her and was about to demand an explanation when she delivered one.

 

“I… I can't do this. It's…” She sighed, and Sesshoumaru looked at her, questioningly.

 

What was she doing? She had just slept with Kouga, and now she was here with Sesshoumaru? Granted, she had had a better time with Sesshoumaru than anyone else. He had opened her eyes to many things… and she just found out he was youkai as well! On the other hand, she was not attached. She had given no promise to Kouga, nor to Sesshoumaru.

 

Sesshoumaru watched as the girl was obviously trying to work something out in her mind. Her eyes darted around and she chewed her lip nervously. In a rare moment of insanity, Sesshoumaru said the words he never thought he would say…

 

“Kagome, talk to me. What is troubling you?”

 

Kagome was startled out of her reverie, and stared at the man opposite her. Well, why not?

 

“I just…” She tried, but she couldn't get the words out. She barely knew this man. Why should she bare herself to him? She looked away.

 

He knew it was not the promise of sex itself. This woman was sure of herself and her wants. And he was sure she wanted him. So, what could be causing her to falter? Sesshoumaru sighed and took in a deep breath. When he did, he caught the slightest scent of the wolf demon. And then he knew.

 

“Is it the ookami that is bothering you?” he asked.

 

Kagome looked up, shocked. “How did you… I mean, I never…”

 

He looked at her disdainfully.

 

“Oh, right,” she said, looking down at her hands. “You damn youkai! What gives you the right to go sniffing around?”

 

Sesshoumaru assumed that the wolf had also used scent against the woman. This might be the reason she was having a hard time trusting him. Perhaps this also means that the wolf knows there are other suitors as well. Sesshoumaru grinned wickedly. This only meant that he would have to make his scent… well known.

 

“Kagome, I assure you I mean no harm. Scent for me is like sight for you. I can't help what I smell.”

 

Kagome felt slightly ashamed now. It was true… if he smelled something, it couldn't be helped. She turned to him to apologize, but the look in his eyes stopped her quickly. He was eyeing her as if she were his prey. It ran a cold shiver from head to toe, but other places warmed mightily.

 

He began to descend upon her once again, kissing her feverishly, and her thoughts became muddled once again. But she managed to ask the question she had been holding in.

 

Kagome pushed away to catch both her breath and her thoughts. She brought her knees up to the couch and stood on all fours, her face close to his. “So… what kind of demon are you?” she asked, her eyelids half-closed.

 

He thought about his answer for a moment, and came up with a suitable answer. “A powerful one.”

 

Kagome visibly trembled.

 

Sesshoumaru captured her lips so quickly, she wouldn't have had time to escape if she wanted to. But she didn't. He kissed her deeply and passionately, and she responded eagerly. He tried to push her back onto her legs, but she wouldn't budge. Instead, she climbed up his body, attempting to dominate him. But Sesshoumaru was not one to be dominated. For now, however, he allowed her to be in what she believed to be control. She moved his black, button-down, dress shirt to the side slightly, so she could taste his skin. She kissed his shoulder, then bit gently. Sesshoumaru watched greedily, drinking in the image of the beautiful woman huddled over him, trying to be his master.

 

But, no one is Sesshoumaru's master. Except Sesshoumaru himself.

 

He pulled Kagome's face down, tasting her with his tongue and allowing her to explore his. She was very passionate, and feisty as well. Sesshoumaru liked feisty. Smirking against her lips, Sesshoumaru managed to weasel a hand up her blouse and into the top of her bra, grasping a full breast and making Kagome sigh in pleasure. As he plucked at the taut nipple, she reverse-arched her back, bringing her chest closer to him, and Sesshoumaru grinned. He loved the irony in the fact that she was in the position of `downward facing dog'. And now, he felt the need to be in that position himself.

 

Since she was vulnerable at the moment, he attempted to take off her tiny, white blouse. But Kagome had other plans, and was being difficult. She was still trying to be dominant, and that wouldn't do. So Sesshoumaru bent and nipped at her nipple through her shirt and the pleasure-pain of it made her both gasp and look up into his eyes.

 

When Kagome looked up after the reprimand, what she saw gave her the chills - in a good and bad way. The predatory, domineering look in Sesshoumaru's eyes promised unabashed passion, and it made Kagome's very bones bleed with lust. She melted, finally, giving in to the alpha male. He pushed her upwards, and then they were both upright on the sofa, on their knees. Sesshoumaru slowly lifted the shirt over Kagome's head, and when she was blinded but her lips were peeking out, he teased her, dragging his lips across hers but not allowing a kiss. She whimpered in protest of the cruel treatment, and after a few moments, he kissed her deeply. He pulled the shirt off completely, and admired her body. She was wearing a white, eyelet corset. He smiled gently - the last time he had had a woman that wore a corset was over one hundred and fifty years ago.

 

They continued their passionate embrace as he unhooked the many tiny fastenings behind her, and Kagome whimpered her impatience. As it was, Kagome knew it would take a few moments to release her from the article. So she took matters into her own hands, so to speak. She grabbed the waistband of Sesshoumaru's khakis and began to unbutton them. At the same time, she was freed, and he was freed.

 

There was no awkward moment - they were adults, and each had had their share of lovers. Sesshoumaru bent to undo her jeans as Kagome reached between them to find his engorged length. Sesshoumaru hissed in pleasure, unable to continue his quest, as Kagome stroked him slow and firmly. He thrust into her hand, and she smiled wickedly. When he was able to function once more, he growled as he pulled the denim fabric down to expose her to him. He was pleased with how neat she was. Out of all the things humans had invented or did differently so many years later, women shaving was definitely one of the best.

 

For retribution, Sesshoumaru reached for her hot center, skimming against the nub that contained so many nerves. She shivered with pleasure, but kept stroking him, unwilling to give in to his dominance. As they pleased each other, Kagome leaned towards him to suckle the skin on his neck, and she smiled against his skin when he groaned.

 

Sesshoumaru had enough. He wasn't going to last much longer the way she was going. Also, her mewling and wriggling was driving him crazy. He dipped a finger into her, then two. She bucked into his hand, and he used his other hand to caress her nipple. He bent low to take it into his mouth, and she was in ecstasy. He used his thumb to rub her clitoris as he pumped his fingers in her. Kagome ground her hips into his hand and she cried out as she came.

 

Sesshoumaru kept his hand in place, but used his left hand to grasp her behind the head. He brought her face to his and kissed her deeply as she slowed her breaths. After several moments, Sesshoumaru felt he had a better grasp on his climax, and their heated kiss kept her going. She had stopped stroking him when she was close, but she resumed again. He thrust his fingers hard into her as a warning, but she only smiled coyly as she continued.

 

That was enough. Sesshoumaru would tolerate the disobedience no longer. With ungodly speed, he was behind her, pushing her down onto all fours. Kagome gasped, furious with his manhandling. She turned her head to scowl at him, but he crushed her lips in a hard kiss. She forgot how cross she was, and Sesshoumaru used the opportunity to completely undress both of them. But he didn't relinquish his position, and soon, he had her mewling like a starved kitten once again.

 

She wanted to turn around and kiss him. She wanted to push him down and please him. Damn it, she wanted control! But Sesshoumaru would give her no room, and she found herself in a position where he called the shots. She tried to turn one last time, and he grabbed a handful of hair, close to the scalp. He pulled her head back, forceful enough to get the point across, but not so much that it would be too painful.

 

She hissed, and he enjoyed the feel of her silky locks entwined in his fingers. With her head pulled back as far as he could pull it comfortably, Sesshoumaru leaned the rest of the way to her ear, whispering as the head of his cock played at her moist entrance; he made sure to tease her, letting the tip enter, then removing it.

 

“You asked me what type of demon I am…” he stated in a silky smooth voice laced with the fuzziness of passion.

Kagome dared not speak, but she wasn't able to nod, so she merely waited for him to finish his own statement. He did not disappoint.

 

With a satisfied grunt from him and a pleasured cry from her, Sesshoumaru thrust his throbbing length deep inside Kagome. Pulling her hair tighter and covering her with his body, he answered himself. “I am a dog demon,” he told her.

 

Kagome's eyes went wide with the realization - the smelling, the dominant behavior, the position they were currently in…

 

Sesshoumaru did not leave her room to ponder it. He slowly pulled out - almost fully - and leisurely pushed back in. He was still holding her hair, and the tortuous pleasure of his unhurried thrusting combined with the slight pain of the hair pulling was quickly working Kagome into a frenzy. She tried to ease her anxiety by forcing herself back, impaling herself onto him, but it only worked once. He did not appreciate her attempt to regain control, and he punished her by completely slipping out of her. She whimpered in protest, but he held fast.

 

“Tsk, tsk… So impatient. Now, until you behave, there will be no fucking,” he scolded.

 

She gave a little cry, but didn't move.

 

“P-please,” she begged, desperate to feel whole again.

 

He smirked as he nibbled her earlobe. “Now that's what I like to hear… a little begging…”

 

And then he slowly entered her, and she relished in the feeling. Kagome's nerves were on edge - every movement, every sensation made her blaze with passion, and she never wanted to stop. And at the same time, she wanted it to be over.

 

Hips rocked, and sweat dripped as they moved rhythmically, each attempting to find their release. After several minutes of the slow, pleasurable agony, Sesshoumaru finally felt close to the edge once more. Now, he knew, he must get her there as well. Knowing that he no longer needed it, he released her hair. Her head dropped in surprise, but she raised it again to look at him. When she finally made eye contact, he reached forward and grasped her hips, quickly using his strength to ram into her. She gasped, astonished with the sudden change. Before she had time to wonder, he began pumping into her quickly, yet fully.

 

In a span of only several seconds, Kagome felt that familiar burn in her lower belly. It commanded her attention, and she moaned and praised his name to the gods. He thrust faster now, their bodies slapping together as they both reached their climaxes.

 

A tingle, a pulling feeling, electric warmth, and then…

 

“Oh, god… SESSHOUMARU!” Kagome cried out as she grasped the soft material of her sofa.

 

She came hard, throwing her head back, her hair sticking to her back and Sesshoumaru's face. He wasn't far behind, and let go, allowing himself to fully enjoy having sex with the beautiful woman in front of him. As he performed the last few thrusts needed, he eyed her neck hungrily. It wouldn't hurt much, and it would only take a second to pierce her smooth skin, and she would be his. But…

 

But.

 

And with the briefest of hesitations, Sesshoumaru knew that this was not the time. Perhaps in the future, he would feel differently. But he knew that if he was not completely sure - if there was the slightest doubt - he could not go through with it. And so he kept thrusting hard, his claws digging into the flesh at her hips as he used them as leverage. And within seconds, he loosed a mighty roar as he pulled out and held his cock as he came on her rear and back. Kagome was surprised, but she was just beginning to catch her breath and couldn't form words yet.

 

Sesshoumaru, panting, lowered himself so that he was resting on Kagome. He was soiling himself, but he didn't seem to care. He took in large, ragged breaths, attempting to calm himself. Kagome, still tingly but much calmer, turned her back to look back at him. Their hair mixed - his sticking to her and hers sticking to him - and Sesshoumaru leaned up slowly to brush a few stray strands from her face.

 

She smiled at him, and he smirked in return. With that, he removed his weight from her, and she was almost sad to be two entities again. It had been so much better when they had been one… He stood, and offered her his hand. She took it, curious, and he led her into her own bathroom. Neither spoke, but Kagome understood. Knowing her home better than he, she quickly reached inside and turned the shower on. She was anxious to get inside - she could feel him dripping down her back. He seemed to want to wash as much as she, and as the water warmed, she placed both hands on his chest - his skin was still scalding hot, and he didn't seem to perspire as much as she had - stood on her tip-toes, and kissed him passionately.

 

It was brief, for they each longed for the hot water to cleanse them, but for a moment, they forgot al else as they kissed. Then, Kagome wheeled around and hopped into the shower, giggling. Sesshoumaru scowled - he had begun to feel the slightest tinge of arousal once more - and joined her. She had already soaked her hair, and opened an eye to look at him. He narrowed his eyes at her, and she gasped when he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards him.

 

When their bodies were once again pressed in to each other, he bent, capturing her lips. She was pleasantly surprised, and responded eagerly. He caressed her face tenderly as the hot spray ran rivulets down their bodies. She melted in his arms, and held onto his for support. In retrospect, she noticed his arms were hard as steel. He was youkai, and could probably snap her in half, like a twig. In all his rough behavior, he was barely using any of his true strength. This realization turned Kagome on, and she wrapped her arms around his waist and up his back. Her hands rested just under his shoulder blades, and she dragged her nails down his back. She heard the deep rumble from his chest as well as felt it in her own breast.

 

Kagome wanted to do something for him, since he had been so good to her today. He may like to have all the control, but no man could help themselves once they were in a woman's mouth. Kagome rubbed against him seductively, and felt him, almost fully hard again. She leaned up to bite at his neck and shoulder, and he closed his eyes, relishing the pain. She felt his hand winding up her slick body, heading for her hair and the control that came with it. But Kagome had anticipated it and quickly dropped down, squatting.

 

His mind was muzzy with his once-again boiling blood, but he realized what was happening and reached for her wet hair. But it was too late. Even though he had a good grasp on a handful of her onyx locks, she already had her lips around him, and when she flicked her tongue against the head, he stilled. She opened her mouth slightly to give herself room, and swallowed him.

 

Sesshoumaru's mind went blank - all thought of control fled his mind as he grunted in pleasure. Kagome sucked lightly as she bobbed her head, and he threw his head back in pleasure, the water making the ends of his long, platinum hair find her skin. She nibbled the head of his cock, and it pulsed appreciatively as he hissed his pleasure. Kagome suckled him, alternating pressure and speed until she felt his grip tighten reflexively in her hair. She knew he was close, and she moved faster, bringing him to completion. When she felt him suddenly tense, she pulled him out of her mouth, letting him drip onto her face.

 

In awe of her boldness, Sesshoumaru watched as she stood and looked into the falling water, effectively rinsing her face. As he panted, catching his breath, Kagome began the task of shampooing. Many months ago, she had bought men's' shampoo and soap, in hopes that she and Hojou might enjoy a shower together. But it never happened. Now, two different men had used it in less than a week. Sesshoumaru was currently involved in the arduous task of shampooing his long, thick hair. Suddenly self-conscious, Kagome turned away from Sesshoumaru, practically hiding in a corner.

 

He sensed her mood change, and her body language was suddenly not of the vixen that had just seduced him. Instead, she seemed like a shy girl, and he wondered what brought upon the mood swing. Kagome saw the questioning look in his eyes and steeled herself. She didn't have to explain herself. She wouldn't explain herself, because she wasn't ashamed. She was a modern woman, and she was bound to no one! Again, Sesshoumaru sensed the atmospheric change, but this time it was for the better. The defiant look returned, and he knew that she had worked through whatever problem she had thought of.

 

Now, Kagome rinsed her hair and applied conditioner. While her hair soaked, she grabbed for one of her many body washes and a loofah. When she was satisfied that it was thoroughly lathered, she began to rub herself. In the meantime, Sesshoumaru had finished washing himself and watched Kagome tend to herself. She scrubbed herself well, gingerly washing her intimate spots. When she reached her chest, Sesshoumaru found his hands acting of their own accord.

 

He took the spongy item and pushed her hands away gently. With soft, sure strokes, Sesshoumaru wiped the loofah across her breasts, paying close attention to the nipples. He cleaned beneath her ample bosom, and around the sides. And then he dropped the loofah, and used his soapy hands to rub her breasts. In a circular motion, he caressed and soothed a nipple. Kagome only watch, entranced and completely turned on. He began to travel away from her chest, soaping up her stomach, her hips, her thighs. He pushed her into the water stream, using the back of his hand to part her thighs, and she did so willingly.

 

And then, he was using his fingers expertly to tease her again. He slipped a finger inside, using his thumb to rub at the sensitive nub that contained so many nerves. She moaned, and Sesshoumaru found himself growing hard yet again. He thrust another finger in, and the way she deliciously bucked against his hand made him want to bend her over right now, in the shower. Although it wasn't a bad idea, there was something he wanted to do first.

 

He kissed her hard, feeling her little groans of pleasure as he worked her sensitive core. They explored each others' mouths for a few moments, and then Sesshoumaru pulled away quickly. This woman - this human woman - was going to make him come, and he wasn't even using his cock! They were only kissing, and he had his fingers deep inside her, but his engorged manhood stood, dancing, in the shower's spray, unused. How could that be?

 

Kagome's mind was fuzzy with lust and didn't realize the turmoil her partner was going through. He removed his hand from her, and she nearly scowled at the loss of the intense pleasure. But then, her curiosity took over, because it seemed as if he had other plans in mind. He reached up to the shower head and pointed it so that it no longer sprayed them. Then, he reached down, and Kagome anxiously awaited his fingers. But they never came. Instead, he began to kneel in front of her. For whatever reason, Kagome instantly panicked. In her mind, a man kneeling in front of you meant a proposal. And she barely knew him! Oh, the sex was great - and if she could look at his amazingly sculptured body every day, it would satisfy her - but it wasn't enough. She knew not of his likes and dislikes, and he never opened up to her about anything. He was all `speak only when spoken to'.

 

Sesshoumaru saw her frightened expression and smirked. He guessed at what she was anxious about, but he set out to put her mind at ease. Quickly spreading her legs, he leaned forward and tasted her. And oh, did she taste divine! It wasn't enough, and he delved further, lapping at her warm center. Her legs trembled, and she braced herself against the shower tiles. He licked, flicked, teased, poked, and sucked. And she moaned, gripped, wobbled, and shook. Within a couple of moments, she began to cry out, and he grasped her hips, easily holding her up as she cried out to the gods.

 

He made a show out of rising and licking his lips. Kagome barely noticed. She was busy holding herself up, her head down and her hair covering her face.

 

While Kagome caught her breath yet again, Sesshoumaru realized that he still had a painful erection. Leaning forward, he turned the silver knobs that controlled the water and shut it off completely. Kagome finally looked up, and on the way to his eyes, caught sight of his member at full attention. She smirked, and he arched an eyebrow at her in faux surprise as he wrung out his long hair. He reached for an end of the pastel green-and-white striped curtain and pulled it back, and stepped out. He grabbed a towel that had been hanging on a hook that slung over the door. He patted himself quickly and returned to her. Kagome was stock still, watching his behavior. He reached for her hand, and she placed her tiny fingers in his palm.

 

Pulling her out, she stood on a light blue bathmat as he toweled her off. She was still in somewhat of a daze, and went willingly when he pulled her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. He didn't bother with the comforter, he just threw her down onto the bed, looming over her and crawling over her like a tiger stalking its' prey. He quickly descended on her lips, almost leaning his entire weight onto her, and she very faintly tasted the sweet tang of herself on his lips. She kissed him deeply, and he responded in earnest. Then Sesshoumaru jolted upright quickly, and before she had time to be alarmed, he was grasping both of her wrists, holding her down effectively.

 

She squirmed, attempting to get herself loose. But he held fast.

 

“Sesshoumaru, let go. What are you up to?” Nothing. He simply stared at her, narrowing his eyes for effect. “S-Sesshoumaru… You're hurting me…”

 

He felt a tiny pang of remorse and loosened his grip, but not enough that she could be free of him. She pouted, and he found that irresistible. Leaning down to kiss her, he positioned himself at her opening again. She grunted with the force of trying to get away, and the wiggling was only turning him on all the more. When he slowly slid the head of his cock in, she stopped squirming to get away from him. Now, she tried to rock her hips upwards, to sheathe him into her. But he was in control, and he moved with her to keep out of her.

 

She realized he was demanding to be in control again, and allowed him to do what he wanted. But she was surprised how gentle he was now. Although he held her down by her arms, he kissed her tenderly, swirled his tongue around her nipple, and gently eased into her, making her eager to speed up the process. But she held, because disobeying him would only mean torture. She allowed him to do as he pleased, and soon, he was the one eager to gain momentum. He picked up the pace, but remained soft and gentle. Soon, they were both moaning. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to will himself to last a little longer. But it wasn't meant to be.

 

A deep growl rumbled from his chest as he spilled into her, but he kept moving, knowing Kagome was close as well. She knew he had came - he always growled deliciously when he climaxed - but didn't let it bother her. She was close, and within a few pumps, he had brought her to nirvana as well. He lay on her, and they both panted as they caught their breaths.

 

Exhausted and dehydrated, Kagome excused herself when their hearts had reached a normal rhythm. She cleaned up quickly in the bathroom, then left the bedroom. She returned with two bottles of water, and Sesshoumaru quickly downed his. They lay in her rumpled bed, each thinking their own private thoughts. Kagome noticed it was not too late, but neither was it early. So she arranged herself under the covers, turned on her side towards Sesshoumaru, and placed a hand on his chest. She felt the curtains of sleep begin to pull closed, but she managed one last thing before she drifted off.

 

“Sesshoum'ru?”

 

He turned towards her.

 

“You can do whatev'r. Stay, er go. I dun care…” she mumbled, the tendrils of sleep already slipping into her brain.

 

He had thought about it before she had spoken, and at first, thought it might be best if he left. But, he had a spare set of clothes in his trunk, and his school materials were in his car as well. There was no need to rush. If he woke up later and felt the need to go, he would do so. But right now, he was in good company and there was no need to rush. He pulled the covers over himself, placed a hand over Kagome's, and closed his eyes. Sleep came quickly for him.

 

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E/N: Thanks so much for all the great reviews! I continue to get emails and comments on this story the most, and it warms my heart. I'll do my best to move this story along as quickly as I can, but I have many stories I'm working on. Unfortunately (for me), I got a great idea, and started another story. Inuyasha-based, another AU, and I can tell you it will definitely be InuKag. I'm excited about it, but I've got so many others… so it might be a while before I post the first chapter. Thanks again for all your support, and remember, reviews are love! Even if you want to send me a personal email - that's fine! I love that! See you all next chapter! Sorry if I don't respond to any reviews right away, but tomorrow's my birthday, and I have to work and… well, I don't know what they have in store for me, wretched husband and friends of mine. Hope you all had a lovely day!