InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of an Online World ❯ Chapter 16
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By: NovaDemoness 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 289 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 289 | Status: Completed
Hokay... So. I'm betting you're all wondering, 'What the eff is Sesshomaru doing there? Isn't Kouga her date?' Well he was! Is. There's going to be an episode very shortly, and I hope you'll stick around to watch. Listen. Read. ::slaps her forehead:: All will be revealed!
And I'm thinkin' that Kagome will indeed find out about Sesshomaru's plan to use his new character to find out some... ::shifty eyes::... Top secret personal information about her. But the poll is still open and available for voting. So far are as such: Yes-3. No-0.
And yes I do realize I don't give you people a whole lot of time to review... I can't help it! I'm freaking obsessed!
Oh... And this chapter's a little bit... Uhm... Hott.
Enjoy Chapter Sixteen... Wait... This is Chapter Sixteen... Right? >.>
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He was rather speechless, sort of. He was quite sure he could talk if he wanted to but... Just ogling the fox in front of him was keeping him occupied enough! He was very nearly half out of his mind just looking at her! Much more of it and he might drag her inside and make good use of her furniture. 'Oh God, good idea, good idea... '
Her hair was curled, almost floating on her shoulders and down her back. And what make-up she used seemed only to touch up the natural beauty she already possessed. Her eyes were more accentuated and her lips were... Glossy and incredibly kissable. And that was a good idea too. But a kiss would lead to a touch, and a touch would lead to... A whole lot of heavy petting.
Heavy petting and he'd only been looking at her face!
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Kagome really wanted to loosen his tie... Or rip it off. She wanted to remove his jacket and the button-up shirt beneath it. She wanted to see the muscled chest she'd felt when he'd put her to bed in his office. She wanted to feel him. Although at this point in time she really just wanted to get him to bed.
She looked down a little lower, and a little lower turned into looking at his waist. She was almost going to reach out and touch him she wanted to so bad...
When she managed to look back into his eyes, she had the distinct impression he was undressing her with his eyes. And oh, how she loved it! Besides, she'd been doing the same thing up until she noticed the way he was looking at her. She couldn't say she cared, either. She was about ready to drag him inside and have her evil way with him.
By the looks of things, however... It wouldn't be all that evil.
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It had taken him a while, but he'd finally managed to drag his eyes away from her mouth... Her pouty little mouth. At any rate, he'd shifted his gaze a little lower to her neck, not that it stayed there long. Her dress covered her breasts almost completely, very little cleavage showing. But it was tight-fitting, clinging in all the right places. And when she breathed, the material shifted to conform to her every movement.
Sesshomaru was having a difficult time not touching her. The need was becoming so desperate that whenever he felt his hands lift of their own accord, he clenched his fists in an attempt to calm himself.
He wanted to press his lips against her throat, slide the tip of his tongue along her shoulder. He wanted his hands all over her body; one against her stomach and the other on her back... Pulling her ever closer. And however flattering it was, he wanted her dress pooled on the floor at her feet. Didn't really care how he managed to take it off her, but he didn't want it on her.
'It would look much better on the floor.'
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She could feel her body trembling, she couldn't seem to stop it. She could very nearly taste him! She could almost feel his skin against hers. Her heartbeat was increasing so she could hear little else. And they hadn't even touched yet!
And it was very apparent he felt the same way. His chest was heaving with his laboured breathing. His hands looked like they were itching to touch her, but he was keeping them rather snugly in check. And she really didn't want that, not when she felt the same way... Not when... Well it didn't matter.
She wanted his hands. She wanted him. And rules be fucking damned, she had had enough of waiting.
She took small steps toward him, seeming to move only inches at a time. When she was close enough, she lifted her hands to his chest to steady herself. She lifted her mouth up to his, stood on tip-toe and pulled him down the rest of the way.
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His response was immediate, his lips closed on hers and his assault on her mouth was begun. Her mouth was just as impatient as his own, placing fleeting kisses anywhere she could.
His hands were all over her back, moving lower with each passing second. He reached lower still and hiked up her dress, lifting her legs so her ankles could lock around his waist. He was really liking the position they were in, her dress pulled right up her thighs. He would've touched them if he could, but he needed at least one hand to support her while he closed the door with the other.
He made his way as quickly as he could to the nearest piece of furniture - the kitchen counters. He set her down, and his hands slid their way down to her thighs, kneading the skin there. When he heard her gasp, he moved his hands a little further along her thighs.
He was incredibly please when he felt her fingers tugging on his tie, too impatient to untie it. He lifted his hands and somehow, with the majority of his concentration placed on the quick breathing of the woman in front of him, managed to removie his tie. He wasn't able to return his hands to where he wanted to, because as soon as the tie was on the floor his jacket was being pushed down his shoulders.
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She was so impatient she couldn't wait for him to get his hands out of his jacket. Her deft little fingers were hard at work at the buttons on his shirt, making some effort not to just rip them off. Her mouth moved forward, placing open-mouthed kisses down his neck to cover the area she'd exposed.
Her hands slid back up once she'd finished to push the shirt down his shoulders. Her lips were on a sprinting journey all over his chest, her tongue slipping out to flick at his tiny nipples. She could barely hear it when he groaned, could barely hear anything over the sound of her heart.
"What the fuck is going on here, Kaye?" She heard that and her head whipped around to a very angry looking Kouga. She looked back at Mr. Zetsumei who had yet to fully register what was going on and pushed him back, jumping off the counter to pull down the skirt of her gown. Wrinkled. 'Perfect.'
She didn't really know how to explain what was going on... Really she didn't. She was still half dazed from what she'd been doing a few minutes ago and she didn't really have the capacity to think at the moment. "I uhh... Get out, Kouga."
His eyes were wide and if it were at all possible, it looked like he was more angry than he'd been before. "What the fuck are you talking about? Get out? I'm your fucking date, remember?"
She was racking her brain trying to come up with something. "Yeah... About that. You were so late I decided to call someone else. I didn't know if you'd decide to show up or not." She stopped for a minute, thinking everything through. "He didn't have anyone to go with tonight so... I asked him."
"Apparently that's not all you fucking asked him!" he shouted at her. It was rather obvious what he was insinuating, but she just had to ask.
"And what the fuck is that supposed to fucking mean?" She made her way over to where he was standing. When in a shouting match, its always best to stand as close as possible. Close range while slapping someone is much more effective.
"The fuck do you think it means you slutty little whore?" Of course she'd known it was coming, but it still hurt. On a miniscule level. And she couldn't let that hurt go unpunished.
She wound up, and just as quickly as he'd said those hurtful words, she punched him in the face. She was rather satisfied when she saw him fall to the floor from the impact. "Get out of my fucking apartment, you obsessed fucking bastard!"
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He was actually quite surprised at her strength - for someone as small as she was, she was rather impressive. Until she started yelling back at Kouga, he'd almost thought he'd have to defend her. He found it quite attractive and enticingly appealing that she could defend herself.
He'd managed to dress himself once more, though how she'd undressed him so fast was almost completely beyond his comprehension. He could still feel her lips on his chest... Still needed her touch. But when he checked his watch, he decided they were already late enough.
He looked over at her. She was even more attractive this way... With her hair all over the place and her eyes wild and her breathing eratic. She was quite possibly one of the sexiest women he knew.
He walked over to where she stood and began to gently comb through her hair with his fingers. When he'd finished with her hair he bent down to smooth the wrinkles out of her gown.
"I think we're late for the party," she laughed out. "Shall we skip it and say we were indisposed?"
He grinned, "Only if you'll accompany me to dinner first."
She laughed again and looped her arm in his. "Ready if you are, Captain!"
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End of Chapter Sixteen... I love it. Its so... Hott. And random.
I decided to say, "Fuck the party!" Well actually I don't want to, but I mean... I'm not going to write that. Because I really don't want to at this point. I just want to keep writing. And I was quite pleased with the direction this chapter was going and so I decided, "To Hell with it!"
::shrugs:: I like it.
And I'm thinkin' that Kagome will indeed find out about Sesshomaru's plan to use his new character to find out some... ::shifty eyes::... Top secret personal information about her. But the poll is still open and available for voting. So far are as such: Yes-3. No-0.
And yes I do realize I don't give you people a whole lot of time to review... I can't help it! I'm freaking obsessed!
Oh... And this chapter's a little bit... Uhm... Hott.
Enjoy Chapter Sixteen... Wait... This is Chapter Sixteen... Right? >.>
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He was rather speechless, sort of. He was quite sure he could talk if he wanted to but... Just ogling the fox in front of him was keeping him occupied enough! He was very nearly half out of his mind just looking at her! Much more of it and he might drag her inside and make good use of her furniture. 'Oh God, good idea, good idea... '
Her hair was curled, almost floating on her shoulders and down her back. And what make-up she used seemed only to touch up the natural beauty she already possessed. Her eyes were more accentuated and her lips were... Glossy and incredibly kissable. And that was a good idea too. But a kiss would lead to a touch, and a touch would lead to... A whole lot of heavy petting.
Heavy petting and he'd only been looking at her face!
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Kagome really wanted to loosen his tie... Or rip it off. She wanted to remove his jacket and the button-up shirt beneath it. She wanted to see the muscled chest she'd felt when he'd put her to bed in his office. She wanted to feel him. Although at this point in time she really just wanted to get him to bed.
She looked down a little lower, and a little lower turned into looking at his waist. She was almost going to reach out and touch him she wanted to so bad...
When she managed to look back into his eyes, she had the distinct impression he was undressing her with his eyes. And oh, how she loved it! Besides, she'd been doing the same thing up until she noticed the way he was looking at her. She couldn't say she cared, either. She was about ready to drag him inside and have her evil way with him.
By the looks of things, however... It wouldn't be all that evil.
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It had taken him a while, but he'd finally managed to drag his eyes away from her mouth... Her pouty little mouth. At any rate, he'd shifted his gaze a little lower to her neck, not that it stayed there long. Her dress covered her breasts almost completely, very little cleavage showing. But it was tight-fitting, clinging in all the right places. And when she breathed, the material shifted to conform to her every movement.
Sesshomaru was having a difficult time not touching her. The need was becoming so desperate that whenever he felt his hands lift of their own accord, he clenched his fists in an attempt to calm himself.
He wanted to press his lips against her throat, slide the tip of his tongue along her shoulder. He wanted his hands all over her body; one against her stomach and the other on her back... Pulling her ever closer. And however flattering it was, he wanted her dress pooled on the floor at her feet. Didn't really care how he managed to take it off her, but he didn't want it on her.
'It would look much better on the floor.'
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She could feel her body trembling, she couldn't seem to stop it. She could very nearly taste him! She could almost feel his skin against hers. Her heartbeat was increasing so she could hear little else. And they hadn't even touched yet!
And it was very apparent he felt the same way. His chest was heaving with his laboured breathing. His hands looked like they were itching to touch her, but he was keeping them rather snugly in check. And she really didn't want that, not when she felt the same way... Not when... Well it didn't matter.
She wanted his hands. She wanted him. And rules be fucking damned, she had had enough of waiting.
She took small steps toward him, seeming to move only inches at a time. When she was close enough, she lifted her hands to his chest to steady herself. She lifted her mouth up to his, stood on tip-toe and pulled him down the rest of the way.
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His response was immediate, his lips closed on hers and his assault on her mouth was begun. Her mouth was just as impatient as his own, placing fleeting kisses anywhere she could.
His hands were all over her back, moving lower with each passing second. He reached lower still and hiked up her dress, lifting her legs so her ankles could lock around his waist. He was really liking the position they were in, her dress pulled right up her thighs. He would've touched them if he could, but he needed at least one hand to support her while he closed the door with the other.
He made his way as quickly as he could to the nearest piece of furniture - the kitchen counters. He set her down, and his hands slid their way down to her thighs, kneading the skin there. When he heard her gasp, he moved his hands a little further along her thighs.
He was incredibly please when he felt her fingers tugging on his tie, too impatient to untie it. He lifted his hands and somehow, with the majority of his concentration placed on the quick breathing of the woman in front of him, managed to removie his tie. He wasn't able to return his hands to where he wanted to, because as soon as the tie was on the floor his jacket was being pushed down his shoulders.
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She was so impatient she couldn't wait for him to get his hands out of his jacket. Her deft little fingers were hard at work at the buttons on his shirt, making some effort not to just rip them off. Her mouth moved forward, placing open-mouthed kisses down his neck to cover the area she'd exposed.
Her hands slid back up once she'd finished to push the shirt down his shoulders. Her lips were on a sprinting journey all over his chest, her tongue slipping out to flick at his tiny nipples. She could barely hear it when he groaned, could barely hear anything over the sound of her heart.
"What the fuck is going on here, Kaye?" She heard that and her head whipped around to a very angry looking Kouga. She looked back at Mr. Zetsumei who had yet to fully register what was going on and pushed him back, jumping off the counter to pull down the skirt of her gown. Wrinkled. 'Perfect.'
She didn't really know how to explain what was going on... Really she didn't. She was still half dazed from what she'd been doing a few minutes ago and she didn't really have the capacity to think at the moment. "I uhh... Get out, Kouga."
His eyes were wide and if it were at all possible, it looked like he was more angry than he'd been before. "What the fuck are you talking about? Get out? I'm your fucking date, remember?"
She was racking her brain trying to come up with something. "Yeah... About that. You were so late I decided to call someone else. I didn't know if you'd decide to show up or not." She stopped for a minute, thinking everything through. "He didn't have anyone to go with tonight so... I asked him."
"Apparently that's not all you fucking asked him!" he shouted at her. It was rather obvious what he was insinuating, but she just had to ask.
"And what the fuck is that supposed to fucking mean?" She made her way over to where he was standing. When in a shouting match, its always best to stand as close as possible. Close range while slapping someone is much more effective.
"The fuck do you think it means you slutty little whore?" Of course she'd known it was coming, but it still hurt. On a miniscule level. And she couldn't let that hurt go unpunished.
She wound up, and just as quickly as he'd said those hurtful words, she punched him in the face. She was rather satisfied when she saw him fall to the floor from the impact. "Get out of my fucking apartment, you obsessed fucking bastard!"
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He was actually quite surprised at her strength - for someone as small as she was, she was rather impressive. Until she started yelling back at Kouga, he'd almost thought he'd have to defend her. He found it quite attractive and enticingly appealing that she could defend herself.
He'd managed to dress himself once more, though how she'd undressed him so fast was almost completely beyond his comprehension. He could still feel her lips on his chest... Still needed her touch. But when he checked his watch, he decided they were already late enough.
He looked over at her. She was even more attractive this way... With her hair all over the place and her eyes wild and her breathing eratic. She was quite possibly one of the sexiest women he knew.
He walked over to where she stood and began to gently comb through her hair with his fingers. When he'd finished with her hair he bent down to smooth the wrinkles out of her gown.
"I think we're late for the party," she laughed out. "Shall we skip it and say we were indisposed?"
He grinned, "Only if you'll accompany me to dinner first."
She laughed again and looped her arm in his. "Ready if you are, Captain!"
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End of Chapter Sixteen... I love it. Its so... Hott. And random.
I decided to say, "Fuck the party!" Well actually I don't want to, but I mean... I'm not going to write that. Because I really don't want to at this point. I just want to keep writing. And I was quite pleased with the direction this chapter was going and so I decided, "To Hell with it!"
::shrugs:: I like it.