InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dystopian Story of Lovers ❯ 986 Horses ( Chapter 5 )

 

 

 

986 Horses

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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

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“Souji-kun!” Kagome shouted. A wide smile was plastered on her face as she rushed to catch up to him.

 

“I ate two pounds of roasted chestnuts last night. Oh, I'm so going to regret this for the next two weeks. I still have four pounds left in my apartment, but my fingers are so sore from peeling them,” she started to babble cheerily.

 

“You should've called me!” Souji turned to her, getting himself excited as well. “I love roasted chestnuts!”

 

“You do!?” Kagome asked him vigorously. “What do you say we go to that ice café near the office and try some of the chestnut gelato that just came out?”

 

“I love gelato!” Souji nodded enthusiastically.

 

“I thought you already ate two pounds yesterday,” Inuyasha commented as he slung his arm around Kagome's neck.

 

“Inuyasha!” Kagome greeted him happily.

 

Inuyasha grunted his response. He refused to be infected by all that cheery morning babble.

 

“You're going to get fat from all that chestnuts,” he continued flatly.

 

Kagome puffed up her cheeks and flung his arm away angrily.

 

“See, you're already fat,” he squeezed her cheeks with the palms of his hands as he teased her affectionately.

 

“Inuyasha!” Kagome screamed at him while he intelligently dashed away to escape her wrath. “I'm so going to skin you alive!”

 

“Miss Higurashi, cease your screaming right this moment.” A breeze from the Antarctic Ocean rendered both Kagome and Souji motionless.

 

Sesshoumaru sauntered past the frozen pair.

 

Souji turned to Kagome with a big grin on his face as he mouthed to her, “You are so dead.”

 

Kagome glared at him in response as she rushed behind her boss.

 

~*~

 

“Do you not have clothes?”

 

She was in the middle of taking notes of the researches-task he had assigned her when the question, the rather uncalled-for inquiry, rang to break the brief silence.

 

“Excuse — me?” Kagome looked down to survey her choice of clothing. She couldn't decide if her boss was pointing on the lack of formality in her clothes or the lack of her wardrobe-choices.

 

“You wore that suit three times in these two weeks.” The latter, it was.

 

Red-faced, Kagome answered him awkwardly, “Well, I haven't time to shop yet.”

 

“You had two weekends.” Everything that came out of his mouth was a statement. He stated his demands, stated his accusations, and he even stated his questions, which she found downright annoying at this moment that she missed the intimate atmosphere of their conversation.

 

Kagome looked on annoyed.

 

Sesshoumaru glanced at her briefly and then focused his gaze back to the screen of his laptop. “You're an executive secretary. You should carry an exemplary appearance before the training employees.”

 

Kagome didn't know what to do. She couldn't very well tell him that she hadn't any money to spend on clothes, having had to pay for her phone line and furniture. Payday wasn't due until two weeks later.

 

“Go to the finance chief on the thirty-fourth floor. I will have him signed you a check that you will spend on extending and upgrading your wardrobe. You can take the day off.”

 

Kagome got up from her chair, but she was hesitant to leave.

 

“The amount given is an exclusive budget reserved for improvement of the company's image. It will not be taken from your paycheck.”

 

Kagome smiled brightly before she answered him, “Yes, Sir, and thank you, Sir.” She exited the office with a little happy skip between her steps.

 

The moment she left his office, Sesshoumaru watched the closed door with a small smile on his lips. It was the second time in, yeah, five hundred years.

 

~*~

 

Shopping spree

 

The budget = half a year rent of a posh Tokyo condominium, so that would mean … a lot plus three must-have handbags.

 

The first tip one always had to remember at shopping was to wear comfortable clothes that would be easy to get out of and into. This rule applied as well for shoes; flats would be very much recommendable.

 

Today's fashion trends dictated a requirement for dresses of various styles, Tunic, Empire line, floral, jersey, Grecian, shirtwaisters, cutaway dresses, halter necklines, Trapeze A-lines, Smock yoke band dresses, bejeweled frocks, Posh parka sporty dresses, Balloon puffball dresses, Layered chiffon and tulle dresses, fabric flower textured dresses, sash, belted and wrap dresses.

 

A requirement as in must-have-or-die-especially-if-you-have-the-figure, so dresses were now in the possession of a very happy shopper.

 

Separates were the second necessity, all the needful things such as shirts, blouses, tops, camis, smocks, cropped jackets, coats, skirts, shorts, cropped trousers, skinny jeans, leggings.

 

Nobody, absolutely no one could ever ignore shoes, especially the spike studded stiletto heel platforms and gold high heel peep toe shoes. As Kagome tried on a pair of black lace high heels peep toe pumps, she discovered that shoe fetishes were actually normal everyday people like her and the guy who was trying on a T-strap high heel platforms, sitting next to her.

 

We should move on to bags, but, among all the clutches, handbags, and totes, the author's brain almost exploded at the thought of exposing more variety of accessory-items to an addicted shopper. So let us draw the pause line, here and now.

 

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Kagome headed for the office the next day wearing a brand new dress she bought yesterday. It was a cap-sleeved tunic shift dress with an over scaled graphic print and minimal color palette of black, white and flashes of ochre, khaki, and burnt orange.

 

A black leather handbag and a pair of sleek black court shoes matched her attire. Her wavy long hair was down, looking soft with blown-out effect, a part of her front hair pinned up on top of the head, giving it a runway look. From her partly hidden delicate earlobes, dainty chandelier drop earrings dangled elegantly, giving her whole look a slight glitter touch. The hairstyle and the earrings framed her beautiful face perfectly, looking fresh and fabulous.

 

A dainty hand pushed a long stray hair away from her face, showing off perfectly Chanel Black Satin polished fingernails. Skinny bangle bracelet in gold matte dangled from her delicate wrist.

 

Inuyasha couldn't help but stare. It wasn't his fault that her dress showed off plenty of shapely legs and that he was so … male. His fellow companions besides him stopped and stared as well. One of them even began to form a classic statement without being able to finish it, “Is that legal …”

 

Inuyasha was following the swish of the dress' hemline intently until a hard smack on the back of his head brought him back to the pave side of reality.

 

“Close your mouth. You're drooling like an idiot.” Sesshoumaru walked past him with a grim look set on his face.

 

“Higurashi,” Sesshoumaru greeted her in a cold and clipped tone.

 

Kagome smiled brightly as she turned her head to her side. “Good morning, Sir.”

 

“Are you not cold?” Extreme disapproval laced his cold and heavy tone.

 

“No, not really,” Kagome replied cheerily, oblivious to the implication stated.

 

It was stress that was ticking annoyingly on his temple. Long hours of work and pointless bureaucracy never seemed to cause this heavy attack of migraines before, but with this slip of a girl he felt terribly aged, five hundred years older than he was now, which might make him even older than the city itself.

 

“Is that the best that you come up with?” Sesshoumaru rubbed the sides of his forehead while he closed his eyes.

 

Kagome was about to ask him in return what exactly he had asked her when she saw the hand motion of her boss. She decided to wait for the continuation of the question instead, which was probably the wisest decision she had ever made in her whole life.

 

“You took a whole day off yesterday, and this dress is the result?”

 

Kagome nodded slowly in trepidation.

 

His high level pain threshold had amplified ten notches higher as a malevolent attack of migraines threatened to black him out.

 

“I think she looks great,” Inuyasha drawled, steeping beside her.

 

Kagome shook her head at Inuyasha, silently telling him not to make things worse.

 

Inuyasha ignored her silent code and continued on, “I'm sure our clients would like to be greeted by a beautiful employee, and it would set a perfect example for the other coworkers that we put great importance in our appearance.”

 

Sesshoumaru just gave him a bored glance and walked faster ahead of them.

 

“That was close,” Kagome exhaled in relief. She turned to Inuyasha to thank him, “That was a nice safe, Inuyasha. I really owe you —”

 

Her savior was focusing his stare on her thighs openly.

 

“Oww!”

 

Kagome bopped him on the head and walked faster towards the building.

 

Sure the hit had hurt, but the action following it was worth it when he saw the swishes swung more gaily.

 

~*~

 

Kagome and Inuyasha were so lost in their conversation in the elevator that they got off at the wrong floor.

 

As Inuyasha walked down the hallway, he sensed the unfamiliarity of their surroundings. A slight apprehension overcame him as he recognized now which floor they got off. He turned to Kagome with a grave expression plastered on his face.

 

“I forgot to warn you about something,” Inuyasha spoke to her sternly. “Kagome, whatever you do, you are not to stop at this floor ever again. You got me?”

 

Kagome nodded meekly. Her round eyes blinked slightly out of confusion. “Why not?” She asked in a soft, collaborative tone.

 

“Because,” Inuyasha continued, his tone resounding hers, “A pervert resides on this floor.”

 

“Is that a way to talk about your lifelong friend, Inuyasha?” a calm voice interrupted their whispering.

 

“Kagome, come here quick!” Inuyasha ushered her to stand in front of him, her back against his front. “Don't ever stand unguarded before this pervert. Always remember to keep your butt out of his reach,” he ordered her in a firm, educative tone.

 

The epitome of obedience, Kagome nodded her head and stood firmly in front of him while eyeing the intruder suspiciously.

 

Inuyasha smiled softly behind her, extremely pleased to have her so compliant. And then he turned to his friend. “Six feet, Miroku, you'll stop when you're six feet away from her, and then you can greet her.”

 

Miroku rolled his eyes and continued stepping nearer to the pair. “Mizukami Miroku, at your service, beautiful maiden.”

 

Kagome twisted in Inuyasha's hold and looked at him questioningly. The handsome dark-haired man dressed in an expensive custom-made suit seemed harmless to her, except maybe for his antiquated way of speech. But Inuyasha shook his head at her firmly and narrowed his eyes at the speaker.

 

“Six feet, Miroku, or I'll obtain a court order for real.”

 

Miroku sighed heavily and stepped back despondently. Seeing this, Kagome started to pity him and shook off Inuyasha's hold as she stepped closer to the stranger and extended a hand to shake his.

 

“Higurashi Kagome, nice to meet you.”

 

And sure enough a hand closed in on hers most ardently. Miroku brought her hand to his lips to kiss each knuckle courteously, but he had, unfortunately, two hands, which each had a mind of his own, and so one sneaky appendage rested itself happily in a most unwanted area in Kagome's form.

 

Kagome froze. She turned her head to numbly watch the hand that had accommodated itself on her hip. A slap then followed, but it wasn't one of her hands that had retaliated.

 

“And this is what you should do, Kagome, if he should ever pull that kind of stunt again,” Inuyasha reminded her calmly as he extricated Kagome away from Miroku.

 

“Inuyasha!” Miroku roared as he held his assaulted cheek. “That stings, asshole!”

 

Inuyasha ignored him as he dragged the confused girl back to the elevator.

 

“Wait!” Miroku called out to them. “Don't leave me here alone on this floor. People rarely came to visit me anymore,” he pleaded shamelessly.

 

“Girls rarely visit you, Miroku, and I truly understand this since you welcome them every time with your sweaty groping hand,” Inuyasha barked at him as he ushered Kagome away from Miroku's line of sight.

 

“Sesshoumaru was right, this dress is ridiculous,” Inuyasha muttered slightly in stress when he saw that Miroku was ignoring him as his gaze was practically glued to the back of Kagome's thighs.

 

“Excuse me?” Having heard his mumble, Kagome stepped out of his hold and snapped at him, “I thought you find it nice.”

 

`Yeah it's nice when I'm the only one watching you in it,' he replied mentally, not even conscious at the implication of his thoughts.

 

“Wait a minute!” Miroku shouted and smacked his head. “You're Higurashi Kagome, the one who pushed Ogata Souji down from the rooftop.”

 

“What!?” Kagome sputtered in rage.

 

“Yeah, you're the girl who had a crush on Souji and decided to push him down off the building because he pissed you off for always yapping about the girl he had a crush on.”

 

“What!? What!?” Kagome lost her ability to speak coherently at the insanely misreported incident. Who in the right mind would twist such a story like that?

 

Inuyasha hung his head down guiltily. At first it was just because the gossips-starving coworkers had annoyed him so much with their question that he had nodded to every question they had thrown at him, seeing he had been the closest eyewitness to the incident. He surely didn't know that the story came out this warped, though.

 

“I helped him! I wasn't trying to kill him!” Kagome gasped indignantly.

 

“Well,” Miroku assessed her head to foot, “you can push me down anywhere and anytime you want,” he drawled out seductively, and rather unwisely.

 

This time the bodily damage came from Kagome herself. Leaving the twenty-fifth floor residing pervert, she dragged the wide-grinning hanyou to the elevator.

 

~*~

 

“So, where were you yesterday anyway?” Inuyasha asked her casually.

 

“Working,” Kagome answered just as casual.

 

“How come I didn't see you the whole day then?” a hint of curiosity entered his tone.

 

“Were you looking for me?” Kagome asked back innocently.

 

“What!? Of course not! Why would I be looking for you?” Inuyasha said a tad too fast and nervously.

 

“Because you missed me? Can't stand the thought of not seeing me even for a day?” Kagome teased him mercilessly.

 

He flushed to the root of his hair.

 

“Relax,” Kagome giggled, “I was only teasing you. I was out yesterday in attempt of upgrading my wardrobe for the improvement of the company's image.”

 

She sighed then. “I failed though. I don't think he liked what I bought.”

 

“Don't take this the wrong way.” Inuyasha coughed. “But I thought you were broke.”

 

Kagome glared at him for his insensitivity.

 

“Well, you said it yourself when we were out for lunch the other day, and I said we should go to that Thai's fine dining restaurant instead of the regular yatai.” Inuyasha defended himself.

 

Kagome contemplated this for a second. “I used the budget-money reserved for this kind of necessity, and he gave me the day off to spend it.”

 

“Budget? What budget?” Inuyasha asked her, confused.

 

“Exclusive budget for improvement of the company's image,” Kagome told him in reply.

 

Something inside Inuyasha clicked; it was actually not so bad, having a sense of logic from time to time. “That budget,” he commented dryly. It seemed that Sesshoumaru had decided to doll up his pretty secretary.

 

Inuyasha didn't know why, but he suddenly felt the need to tell Kagome that such budget never existed, and that she needed to run as fast as she could away from Sesshoumaru.

 

He was closing in on her when she looked up to him with a surprise look on her face. He leaned down towards her and locked his gaze with hers with an intent look on his face. And this was how Sesshoumaru found them as the doors of the elevator slid open.

 

Catching a glimpse of her employer standing before them, Kagome quickly pushed Inuyasha away.

 

“Coming out? Or are you taking yet another ride?” Sesshoumaru asked them with a bored look on his face.

 

“Shut up, asshole,” Inuyasha answered him quietly.

 

Kagome hastily stepped out of the elevator. She looked back questioningly at Inuyasha, wondering why he stayed back.

 

“I'm going down to the finance, asking them for a special kind of budget to buy me a cute Italian suit.” The last remark was meant especially for Sesshoumaru, and Inuyasha watched in satisfaction as his brother stopped in his track.

 

~*~

 

Sesshoumaru looked across his desk at the nervous girl chewing at her bottom lip. He took one more look at her dress' hemline and went angry again.

 

“Are you and Inuyasha in relationship?” he asked her in an indifferent tone.

 

“No! Oh God, no. He's engaged by all means. What made you think we're like that?” Kagome asked him, agape.

 

“I don't know. It's just seemed that you have this habit of seeing the wrong person,” he answered her in an uncared tone though he knew perfectly well that his words were going to hurt her.

 

Kagome was silent for a moment. A hurt look flickered briefly in her bright, out-of-this-world aquamarine eyes, but she willed the painful emotion away. This she could only do because she truly believed that he wouldn't cause her a real harm, not when he had helped her.

 

“That was rather uncalled for,” she said to him softly.

 

It was. He admitted. But he'd be damned if he were to take back what he said. She needed to know that excessive friendly intimacy would not be taken friendly into the formal world, that she needed to discipline herself and not acted like a girl who wanted to be loved by all. That he was unhappy to see her and his brother standing in such close proximity was what this all actually about, but this thought seemed distasteful to him considering that a mini dress had brought this on.

 

While he was lost in his own thought, Kagome had moved to stand next to him. Sesshoumaru jerked his chair back when he saw her so close to him. She gazed into his eyes. Never before had he felt so intimidated by a gaze before, but he was. He looked down only to find himself watching the bone structure of her knees in fascination as they bended and went down, and he was looking into her eyes again.

 

She knelt down before him. The thought of her humbling herself before him had not crossed her mind by executing such act. She needed to get close, and close she got. She didn't know where she had gathered the courage to touch him, but her hands moved on their own accord to cup his face.

 

Sesshoumaru held his breath. For a moment he was intoxicated by her nearness, so unconsciously he allowed this proximity to spell its enchantment over him, almost forgot why he had kept himself cold and untouchable until now.

 

“Don't think that I forgot,” Kagome spoke softly, “You held me and stood by me. You stopped me before I could follow him, and I hated you at that moment, but now I know you've given me something that no one had dared to give me before, a second chance.”

 

“So as days passed, I seemed to have forgotten to tell you that I'm grateful for what you did. Here and now, though it might not seem much, I thank you.” She extracted one hand from his cheek and replaced it with a soft kiss.

 

And then she stood up, nodded at him, and left the room, leaving him to his own thoughts which he was not capable of having at that moment.

 

`Give up,' something inside him was urging him on. Should he really allow himself this? He remembered back the day he had held her. At that time giving her up to her own fate hadn't been an option. He had saved her, he admitted first hesitantly, but then the contemplation almost drove him giddy with its new realization. He had saved her, and she was his.

 

~*~

 

Sesshoumaru exited his office and stopped before her desk.

 

“Sir?” Kagome looked up to him questioningly.

 

“Dinner,” he answered her curtly.

 

Kagome began to ponder. Had he meant that she was supposed to order him dinner? And if he did mean that, how was she supposed to know what he liked to eat? Or maybe he wanted her to go to dinner and left him alone in his office, but if that was true, then why had he even bothered to tell her personally when he could tell her by the phone? Or maybe something was wrong with his dinner schedule that she was supposed to take care of, or maybe … what the hell was that all over again?

 

“I'm waiting, Miss Higurashi.” There he went again with that intimidating tone of his.

 

So Kagome took a wild guess, the wildest. What were the chances that he was proposing to take her to dinner? Probably none, but she might as well start to do something.

 

Kagome cleaned out her desk and smoothed down her dress. Just when she was about to pick up her handbag, Sesshoumaru called out to her as he was about to reach the elevator, “Are you coming?”

 

Kagome stood frozen for a moment. He had actually meant to take her to dinner. She hurried to catch up to him when she saw he wasn't going to wait around for her.

 

~*~

 

When they arrived at the restaurant, an overeager headwaiter greeted them to the entrance and ushered them to their table.

 

The headwaiter handed them the cards, but Sesshoumaru refused it. “We will order now. We'll have grilled unagi (eel) along with Ama no To Sake and grilled wild duck with black pepper for main course,” he assessed Kagome briefly and then continued ordering, “Black beans boiled with syrup for the dessert. Thank you.”

 

Kagome could only sit there with a stunned look on her face. Her boss had ordered for her confidently. Unfortunately for him, she couldn't stand all the dishes he had ordered.

 

Kagome took the card back from the headwaiter and reviewed it briefly. “I'll just have Kayaku Gohan (Rice with Chicken and Vegetables) and a corona, please. Thank you.”

 

When the headwaiter left them cheerily, Sesshoumaru lifted his brow questioningly at her.

 

“I don't like sake, unagi, duck, and black beans in syrup,” Kagome explained curtly.

 

“But you used to li—” Sesshoumaru stopped himself. “And why don't you like them?”

 

Kagome frowned. “I just don't. Do I need a reason for having food preferences?”

 

“Maybe it's just because you haven't tasted them before,” Sesshoumaru replied stubbornly.

 

“I tried them.” Kagome didn't know why but his insistence started to irritate her. “I've tried them before, and I didn't like them. What made you think that I would?” she questioned him back.

 

He couldn't very well answer her that she had used to like the dishes in her previous life, so he opted to ignore her question instead. An awkward moment of silence passed them.

 

Their food came, and they resumed eating quietly.

 

As Sesshoumaru noticed how neatly Kagome handled her chopsticks, he complimented her on it to break the uncomfortable silence.

 

Kagome looked up. “I should be quite capable of handling my eating utensil just as I'm capable of ordering for myself, I think,” she replied dryly.

 

“Indeed, I believe you do,” Sesshoumaru commented coldly.

 

This was not the way he wanted it to proceed. He had thought to impress her by knowing the things she liked to eat, but that had failed miserably. He felt cheated somehow. It was as if he had to start from the beginning again. Such things as memorizing her food and drink preferences were eventually preserved in vain.

 

Kagome began to regret snapping at him. “And why do you like them?”

 

Sesshoumaru looked up slightly in surprise. “These are not my preferences. I have no food preferences.”

 

“Really?” Kagome asked him with rounded eyes, “You can eat anything? Even natto?” Kagome wrinkled her nose in disgust. (natto: sticky, fermented soya bean)

 

Sesshoumaru almost smiled in response, but he willed the silly expression away. “If it's good for you.”

 

“You're painstakingly neat with your chopsticks as well,” Kagome commented as she watched him eat.

 

The dinner went on smoothly from then on, but Sesshoumaru had somehow wished that they could somehow talk more or that somehow the meeting would turn into something more.

 

He offered to take her home with his limo. She refused at first but then relented when she saw that it was indeed getting late.

 

As they sat in the car side by side, a heavy silence engulfed them again. Kagome decided to break the ice. “Do you drive?”

 

Sesshoumaru turned his head to her. “I do. Why?”

 

“Nothing. It's just that I can't imagine what kind of car you drive.”

 

Sesshoumaru was quiet for a moment, and then he spoke, “What car did he drive?”

 

“Hm?” Kagome couldn't follow him for a moment, and then her expression softened. “Oh. He drives a Ferrari, neon-blue.” Seeing his almost imperceptible disgusted expression, Kagome started to laugh. “Don't ask me. He likes the attention.”

 

“I bet,” Sesshoumaru muttered under his breath. “I drive a Bugatti Veyron, black.” Inside he cursed himself for his lapse. He sounded like a man undergoing a middle life crisis. The next thing he knew, he would be comparing how many villas they had.

 

Kagome looked at him and smiled. “Actually I prefer Bugatti so much more than Ferrari. It's the sound, you see.”

 

Sesshoumaru was waiting for her to continue.

 

“I read this somewhere that Bugatti intended his car to sound like a boar scratching its back when it cruised by, so that people would know that it's a Bugatti that passed by. And the same goes with Ferrari, I think; only it's supposed to be the sound of a horse. But I prefer the purr of the boar.” Kagome reclined back to her seat and sighed. “How I miss driving it. He used to borrow me his car every now and then.”

 

Sesshoumaru just couldn't resist. “Would you like to know the feel of a Bugatti?”

 

~*~

 

“Are you sure this is okay?” Kagome asked him nervously, sitting on the driver seat of the Bugatti Veyron 16.4 coupe.

 

Sesshoumaru looked at her in challenge. “Are you backing out now?”

 

“No, of course not,” Kagome answered him huffily, “but you know the city streets are not suitable for 986 horsepower.”

 

“The streets are empty at this hour.” And besides he had made a quick phone call to make sure that the street was kept empty.

 

“Alright,” Kagome inhaled deeply as she started the car. She felt the power of the sixteen cylinders' engine as she reclined back to her seat, feeling the wonderful pressure that was building up in her. Soon Sesshoumaru and the world were forgotten as she accelerated the speed; only the street and the building excitement existed for her in this moment.

 

The diamond on the speedometer's needle glittered when the city light entered in racing motions through the windows. Her delicate and elegant hand handled the steering smoothly. The hemline of her dress was riding up slightly, baring plenty of slender thighs. A slight flush appeared on her cheeks, and her lips went rosier and fuller as her eyes glittered with thrill.

 

Sesshoumaru couldn't take his eyes off her, and the fact that she was oblivious to his stare made her more desirable in his eyes. The way she drove was like something spiritual, some kind of form of secret animistic worshipping that he shouldn't witness but couldn't bring himself not to.

 

And when she was back in front of his mansion, she stopped abruptly, needing that final jerk to bring her over the edge.

 

She lounged back to her seat, molding her back completely against the seat. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were glowing. She let out a small moan from her full, flushed lips.

 

And Sesshoumaru couldn't take it anymore as he closed his hard lips against her soft and warm ones and dragged her tiny body to straddle on his lap.

 

Kagome's eyes widened in shock for a moment, but still high from her excitement, she started to kiss him back just as hungrily.

 

It was all too much, her dress, her hair, her legs, her breathtaking climax. He hadn't told her today how beautiful she looked. He pulled her body yet tighter against him, running his feverish hands all over her, kissing her desperately; in a way telling her all the compliments she was missing to hear from him and so much more.

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*end of chapter*