InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Frustration of the Sexual Persuasion ❯ If All Else Fails, Feign Ignorance [Parts 6-8] ( Chapter 2 )

Warnings: Alternate Universe/Canon Universe…you'll understand later. If you don't like sex…go look for the R version. If you don't like R…you're completely screwed.

Ratings: M (R) for FanFictionNet and MA (NC-17) at MediaMinerOrg (Link in Profile)

NOTE: There will be "notices" of Parts that have been changed with corresponding links in my biography. Thank you.

What for: Dirty words (potty mouths) and delightful lemons (yum)(MediaMiner)

Pairings: Sesshoumaru/Kagome, Miroku/Sango, and others.

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Frustration of the Sexual Persuasion

Parts 6 - 8: If All Else Fails, Feign Ignorance

Written By: Yabou

Edited By: Swasdiva

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Part Six: The Monday You Wanted to (and Probably Should Have) Slept Through

 

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8:30 AM.

 

`Only 8:30? How much longer can this day get?' Kagome sighed and rubbed her temples before allowing her head to fall onto her desk with a painful `bang.'

 

“Problem?” Sango asked, her head popping through the glass office door.

 

“Noooo,” Kagome moaned. “Everything's just wonderful.”

 

The weapon's expert merely raised her hands up in a placating gesture. “It wasn't me.”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes and grabbed the heap of paperwork covering her cluttered desk. “This is my problem. How does he ever expect me to get this done by five?”

 

Sango shrugged and slumped into the overstuffed, blue chair in the corner - the one that Kagome often used as her own bed when the hours got too rough. “You'll get it done. You always do.”

 

“But I don't want to!” She whined, securing her hair into a sloppy ponytail in preparation for her nosedive into the stack of forms.

 

The older woman gave a soft laugh and shook her head at her best friend's childish antics. Stealing the stapler out of her office supplies drawer, she quietly made her way toward the door. `Almost.' Her hand clutched the knob and shifted it toward the left, watching the space between the door and the frame growing wider by the second. `One more inch.'

 

“Wha oo you `hink err hoing?” Kagome questioned, watching Sango's hand clutch the shiny, blue stapler even tighter. (A phrase that normally would have sounded more like “What do you think you're doing,” if it hadn't been for the black ballpoint pen clutched between her teeth.)

 

`Damn.' She nervously shifted from one foot to the other. “Nothing.”

 

Kagome whipped the pen out of her mouth and glared. “Isn't that my stapler?”

 

“Stapler?” Sango's eyes flittered around the room in search of an answer. “This stapler?”

 

“Sango!” Kagome jumped out of her seat and moved to grab the stolen item. “That's mine! Give it back!”

 

Sango smiled and dashed out the door. “You can come and borrow it if you really need it, Kagome!”

 

The younger woman laughed, running down the hall after her most precious piece of office equipment. “No! Sango! Really! I've got a lot of work to do today!”

 

“Have you finished your paperwork, Higurashi?” A deep, baritone voice called from the vicinity of her doorway.

 

Kagome's eyes widened in surprise, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly, she turned and faced the tall man with her head bowed - a disposition that can normally be seen from a small child who has been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Yes?” `Well didn't you pick a dandy day to step down off your throne…'

 

Sesshoumaru tilted his head slightly to one side, and Kagome had to keep herself from staring dreamily at the way the sun reflected through long, silver bangs. Call it a suicidal knee-jerk sort of reaction.

 

“I see… Lying is never the best option. Why are you not attending to it?”

 

“Um,” she worried on her lower lip. “Sango stole my stapler?” `Stupid. Stupid. Stupid Kagome!'

 

“I see.” He turned away and began walking back toward the elevator. “I will see your paperwork at 5 pm sharp, Higurashi.”

 

Kagome stole a glance at the clock. 8:50. “Urgh! I'm going to get you for this one, Sango!” She growled, slamming the door to her office and ignoring the laughter that resounded through the hallway.

 

11:55 AM.

 

“I'm never going to finish all of this.” Kagome worried. She had managed to file her way through a little over one-third of the paperwork slave-driver Sesshoumaru had deemed as an `immediate necessity.'

 

“Of course you will, my lovely Lady.” A man with unruly black hair and gleaming violet eyes assured her.

 

Kagome sighed. “Is it lunch yet?”

 

“As a matter of fact,” he responded, tugging her out of the chair and toward the break room. “It is. Sango should be back with our meals any minute.”

 

“That's great.” She yawned, slouching into the first available chair in the only room in the office that wasn't a constant pain in her side. Her eyes closed in contemplation. “Don't even think about it, Miroku.”

 

Said pervert sighed. “Your lack of trust wounds me deeply.”

 

“Bullshit.”

 

“And such harsh words!” He gasped, trying to hold in his laughter.

 

“You deserve every ounce of it, you hentai.” Sango appeared carrying two sacks that quickly filled the room with a delicious aroma.

 

“My most precious, Sango!” Miroku beamed, pulling his Styrofoam plate out of the first bag and passing it over to Kagome. “You should see beyond my troublesome hands and know that my eyes are only for you.”

 

Sango rolled her eyes and plopped down into the chair next to Kagome - and as far away from her perverted fiancée as possible. “Why do I put up with him?”

 

“Because you love me unconditionally.” Miroku responded while trying to reach passed Kagome to grab Sango's perky bottom.

 

Kagome slapped his hand away and sought out her plastic spoon. “I think you're just a glutton for punishment.”

 

The older woman groaned and popped a piece of carrot into her mouth. “Probably.”

 

2:04 PM.

 

“Oi, Kagome?”

 

Kagome huffed in anger and allowed her head to fall back against the chair's headrest. “What do you want?”

 

Inuyasha growled back. “What's your problem, bitch?”

 

“Absolutely everything,” she replied. “Your brother is a real personal pain in the ass.”

 

“Like I didn't know that.” Inuyasha snorted. “What'd he do?”

 

Kagome signaled the diminishing piles of paperwork on her desk. “I haven't been able to get any real work done today because he decided to load me down with all the work his stupid former secretary backlogged.”

 

“Ouch.” Inuyasha winced, noting the deep circles that were beginning to form under her eyes.

 

“Yeah, and I have to have it done by five!”

 

“Hmmm,” Inuyasha contemplated the large stack and his favorite worker's health. “Okay, be back in a minute.”

 

Kagome just shook her head and turned back to the current page. `Date of last inspection…'

 

3:10 PM.

 

“Yo.” Inuyasha reappeared grinning like a Cheshire cat.

 

Kagome frowned. “Inuyasha, I really have a lot of work to do-.”

 

“That's why we're here.” He pointed to Sango and Miroku as they entered the office. “Need some help?”

 

The young, ebony-haired woman felt as if she could have kissed him at that moment. “Oh, Inuyasha!” She happily exclaimed. “That's so sweet of you! Thanks you guys!”

 

“Keh.”

 

Her three comrades merely nodded and took a few pages off of the stack before spreading out around the room to answer them in silence.

 

Sango smiled. “No problem, Kagome. It's about time we helped you out after everything you've been able to sort through for us.”

 

Giving them one more thousand-watt smile, she turned back to her own page and began to sing an up-beat tune to help them along the way. This was the way they worked best - as a team.

 

4:45 PM.

 

“Well, that's the last one.” Kagome yawned, running one hand through her bangs. “Guess it's time to face the music.”

 

“We'll see you tomorrow, Kagome.” Sango smiled as she and Miroku made their way to the elevator.

 

“Yeah, thanks you guys!”

 

“Later, Kagome.” Inuyasha grabbed his jacket off of the small couch and made his way toward the door.

 

“Wait, Inuyasha.” Kagome surprised him by locking her arms around his shoulders and giving him a bear hug. “Thank you so much for today. I never could have done it without you.”

 

Inuyasha smirked. “Whatever. Just don't let Sesshoumaru get your panties in a bunch, okay?”

 

Kagome laughed and led him out into the hall. “All right. I'll see you in the morning.”

 

“Yeah, yeah. Good luck.”

 

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Part Seven: Or Maybe Not…

 

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4:55 PM.

 

The office building was already empty. Most of the workers had been dismissed early in order to prepare for the five a.m. start that would be required the following day in order to prepare for the eight o'clock opening of the newest gallery.

 

Kagome felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as an eerie shiver passed down the length of her spine. `Creepy building.' The white walls coldly echoed her sentiment throughout the room.

 

Turning the knob to Sesshoumaru's door, she quietly made her way into the spacious office. The sight that greeted her eyes almost made her drop the stack of her completed paperwork all over the black marble floor.

 

Sesshoumaru sat upright behind his desk with his head lulling onto the high backed support of the chair. His eyes were closed in sleep, and his lips were slightly parted as he took deep, even breaths. One of his hands still grasped a pen in mid-stroke while the other dangled uncomfortably over the side of his armrest. Platinum hair fanned out against his charcoal suit in an ethereal beauty.

 

She was caught in a silent stare with his sleeping form. `Something about him is so… familiar…' Her eyes roved over the high curve of his cheek bone to the strong line of his brow. `Something's… missing.'

 

Her brain registered the fact that she was slowly slinking her way closer to him when she most likely should not be. It sent out warning chill bumps down her arms and legs, but she was hard pressed to discover something that she felt was buried just beneath the surface. Carefully, she made her way around the desk to his side. `Should I wake him?' Her mind questioned, while her hand sought out an invisible marking on his left cheek.

 

Her fingertips burned a mere centimeter away from his skin, and yet, she hesitated.

 

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“What are you doing?” He asked as they lay within the confines of the futon that still smelled heavily of their sex.

 

She smiled and caressed his cheek again. “Learning all of you.”

 

“Learning?” One sculpted brow rose in response.

 

Kagome giggled and rolled away from the circle of his arms. “Yes. Don't you think we should get up some time soon? The others are going to worry.”

 

His long fingers grasped her waist and pulled her back under the coverlet. “They know where to find us if need be.”

 

“They wouldn't come near here with a twenty kilometer pole, and you know it.” She accused, giggling while she poked him in the chest. “You just want me all to yourself.”

 

“And I am not iniquitous for doing so.” He grunted, burying her ebony head beneath his chin. “You belong to me.”

 

She had never considered herself as a woman who would have enjoyed being `owned' by a man, but it sounded so good when it poured from the mouth of her reserved youkai mate. “That I do.”

 

Apparently, her response pleased him beyond compare because it was only a few moments later when she felt his hand shift beneath the blanket, sliding from the safety of the curve of her hip to the warmth of her breast.

 

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Her breath became harder to hold as she felt the first twinge of arousal tingle its way through her body. Somewhere in the middle of her awakening dream, her eyes had managed to slip closed to fully enjoy the scene. With a firm gulp of air into her lungs, she reopened them only to stutter and jerk her hand away from the now wide-awake beauty that was her boss.

 

Sesshoumaru wanted to growl out at the scent radiating off of the young human woman. It called out to him in a way that left him in a rock-like state with the first taste of its voluptuous fragrance into his mouth. He could only settle for glaring at her angrily while some part of his brain told him to grab her and never let her go again. `Again?'

 

She was a nuisance to his well-being, and the sudden closeness of her body to his own only proved how badly he needed to get rid of her.

 

But he couldn't, he nearly sighed. He knew that it was probably five o'clock and that she had finished each and every page that he had poured into her office only a few hours before. Her work ethic could have rivaled his own.

 

Kagome gulped and swiftly took her place on the other side of the desk. “I am finished with the status reports, Sir.”

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed as he reached for the first file. Carefully looking it over, he nodded. “Indeed. Then we may begin the quarter reports at this time.”

 

“What?” Kagome screeched pressing her hands into the smoothing mahogany desktop. “Start them right now?”

 

“They must be completed by tomorrow morning before the opening of the Sengoku Jidai exhibit.”

 

Kagome groaned and gave her forehead a good rub. “All right. Let's get started.”

 

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Part Eight: Long Into the Night

 

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11:56 PM.

 

“Are we done?” Kagome asked, stretching over the confines of her chair in a cat-like fashion.

 

Sesshoumaru gave an overdue sigh. “Yes.”

 

Kagome smiled. “Great. Ready to go?”

 

Sesshoumaru nodded and gathered his things from behind his desk. “I will assist you to your car.”

 

The young woman gave a deep blush. “You don't have to do that.”

 

“You will do me no good if you are mugged on your way home, Higurashi.”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes. “You don't have to call me by my last name, you know. It's Kagome.”

 

He cast her a weary glance and moved to pressed the down button for the elevator. “It is inappropriate for a place of business.”

 

She laughed. “It's not like anyone else is here to hear you. Come on, say it. You know you want to.”

 

He felt the need to shake his head at her childish antics. “You amuse me, Higurashi.”

 

Kagome smiled again. “Well, I guess that's a start. You need to take baby-steps, after all.”

 

Stepping into the elevator, Kagome rushed forward and selected the parking level before he could. Sesshoumaru shot her a slightly dirty look. Kagome laughed. “I like pressing it too.”

 

Sesshoumaru sniffed. “I do not know of what you imply.”

 

The young woman shook her head and continued her fit of giggles. “Oh come on, you're such a power-hoard. Of course you'd want to be in control of the elevator too.”

 

“Power-hoard?”

 

“Yeah.” Kagome turned to explain it to him was captured by the reflection of the fluorescent light in his surprisingly molten eyes.

 

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They sat on a hillside together simply enjoying the peace that was caused by the other's presence. Kagome sighed and shifted a little closer to his side. If she moved her elbow at just the right angle, she could just barely touch his knee with her arm. It was very sad to think that the fact of merely the thought of touching him made her heart leap into her chest.

 

“What are you doing?” He asked, very much aware of her sudden shifty nature.

 

She shrugged. “Nothing.”

 

He gave a slight smirk. “This Sesshoumaru was not aware that `nothing' required so much movement.”

 

Kagome's eyes nearly doubled in shock. “Did you?… You didn't… Oh my Gods! Lord Sesshoumaru just made a joke.” She heaved over in laughter and fell into his lap clutching her sides for air.

 

The proud youkai would have taken a moment to be offended if it had not been for the beautiful smile gracing her face and the harmonic laughter passing through her cotton candy pink lips. Slowly the sound subsided, and he was left with the feeling of her ribcage shaking against his thigh.

 

“You're really something else, Sesshoumaru.” She fisted her hands in his hakama and moved to push away, but his hand grasped her wrist. He couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight bounced off of her long black hair, creating an unearthly blue shimmer around her face.

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His hand slipped to grasp the wrist of the hand that she held over her heart.

 

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His gaze traced the way her heavy black lashes fluttered against her rosy cheeks as she looked away. “What are you doing?” He asked again - his words nothing more than a breath against her face.

 

“N-nothing,” she whispered back. “What are you doing?”

 

He frowned and pulled her closer. “This Sesshoumaru is not so certain anymore.”

 

“Oh,” her eyes closed as he drew closer. “Let me know when you find out, okay?”

 

“I am confident that I will.” He nodded as his lips brushed against hers for the very first time.

 

Her eyes fluttered open again, filled with a deep look of longing. “Okay.” She murmured, allowing him to overtake her lips again.

 

It was a gentle caress of skin on skin with both sides being fairly unsure as to what it was exactly that they were doing kissing one another.

 

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His free hand pulled her hair tie out and slid into the masses of her wild ebony hair.

 

Her heart was beating radically in her chest as he drew closer. She was certain that they had shared the vision this time. She had practically felt the shiver race through his spine too. “W-What are you doing?”

 

He paused. “I am not so certain anymore.”

 

“Oh.” The rest of the vision faded from her mind, and she was unable to grasp the next thing that she was supposed to say.

 

The fuller flesh of his bottom lip converged with hers, and she felt a field of butterflies rush through the bottom of her feet to collectively flutter in her stomach. Tilting her head only the slightest degree, she allowed him to press the whole of his mouth into her. Her body ached with a sense of acquaintance and experience with the man before her that seemed to have been long forgotten - tucked away into some corner of her mind where she could never find it.

 

He pushed his tongue passed the dry outer barrier and into the heat of her mouth. The way he was reacting to such a bland human woman was very unsettling, and the fact that he was breaking his vow to swear off women that had held firm for nearly four hundreds years was also a tad bit disturbing. But the images that his mind's eye had revealed simply could not be ignored, and he found himself taking the petite woman into his arms and kissing her like there was no tomorrow in sight.

 

The elevator gave a quiet ding, and the doors slid open to reveal the monotonous gray parking garage.

 

Sesshoumaru stepped back, leaving Kagome to gasp for air and look around like a deer trapped in headlights.

 

“Come.” He spoke, revealing no hint of emotion and offering her the nook of his arm.

 

She wearily placed her hand into the confines of his elbow and allowed him to guide her into the depths of the dimly lit area. `What on earth just happened?'

 

“Your car, Higurashi?”

 

Well, that was a little disheartening. One would assume that after kissing the daylights out of someone else that one could at least consider themselves as being on a first name basis. She frowned up at him but took the lead and pointed toward her blue sedan at the front of the ramp.

 

Nodding, he swiftly pulled her along and dropped her at the car's driver-side door, intending to leave her without another word.

 

“Sesshoumaru?” Kagome's quiet voice meekly called out.

 

He paused, not even bothering to turn around.

 

“What was that?” She sounded so afraid and unsure that he could not stop the reply that slipped out.

 

“I am not sure.”

 

And with that comment made, Kagome was left to watch him as he stepped back into the elevator and made his way up a few floors before coming in contact with his own vehicle.

 

“Me neither.” Kagome sighed, allowing the stale air in the building to suck up her words.

 

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A/N: The next chapter will definitely have some NC-17 scenes…so there will be an alternate version posted here. For the real version, there will be a link in my BIO.

Yabou