InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Frustration of the Sexual Persuasion ❯ Kagome Equals (Lemon Version) [Parts 13-14] ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: I decided to go ahead and post this part because I will be “out of service” for the next week or so…college is back in the books…blah.

 

 

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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.

Rating: NC-17

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

Pairings: Sesshoumaru/Kagome.

DISCLAIMER: If you are under the age of seventeen and reading this story, the author nor host will be responsible for any of the consequences. It has been noted that this section of “Frustration of the Sexual Persuasion” contains severe sexual content. Thank you.

WARNING: THIS IS THE MA, Y, or NC-17 VERSION OF THIS CHAPTER. FOR THE `CLEAN' ( R ) VERSION, USE THE FOLLOWING LINK:

 

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2718946/4/

 

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Frustration of the Sexual Persuasion

 

Parts 13-14: Kagome Equals (Lemon Version)

 

Written By: Yabou

 

Edited By: Swasdiva

 

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Part Thirteen: In Sleep We Do Dream - Moon Blue

 

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Her legs were shaking so badly by the time that she got to her own door that she was afraid she might collapse in the middle of the hallway. `Just breathe, Kagome.' Finally, she quickly slipped passed her sleeping brother and into her own room, locking the door behind herself. One hand pressed against her beating heart. “What just happened?”

 

 

“I was…and then he…and I felt…if he hadn't said my name… oh god.” Her skin flushed at the mere thought of the way his body felt pressed up against her own, and she couldn't rid herself of the tingling sensations that wracked her body wherever he had touched her.

 

 

“Sleep,” she mumbled. “Sleep is best.”

 

 

Wearily, she crawled between the sheets and tightly closed her eyes… if only she knew how her haven would betray her.

 

 

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She smiled at him through the doorway - her eyes watching the sweat that trailed down his torso only to be soaked up by his hair. The day was over. His days belonged to treaties, training, and other lordly duties while hers were consumed with the undertakings of the household, the wellness of their peoples who abided within the immediate vicinity, and the actual relationships and correspondence with their allies. She had never expected to be more than a mere trinket, but the work gave her purpose during the day - when they had to be apart.

 

 

But, the day was over, and the night… the night was theirs. The night she could have, and the night was when they were both allowed to drop their pretenses and become passionate lovers.

 

 

Their relationship stood on an even ground. She belonged to him, as he belonged to her. It was something that wasn't supposed to be possible when everything had to be arranged, but theirs did. They were different. They were unique. They were in love.

 

 

Kagome noticed the slight tilt of his lips as he greeted her in the doorway. They weren't allowed to touch. Not now. They had to be impenetrable. Respect and strength were of the utmost importance. Love was futile.

 

 

She bowed deeply. “Was your day well, My Lord?”

 

 

“Productive.” He responded, giving her a slight nod in return. He didn't ask of her day. Not now. It wasn't the time. He wasn't supposed to care, but later, under the cover of night, he would question her. And gladly, she would tell him.

 

 

“The evening meal is ready, do you wish to be served at this time, My Lord?” Her tones were quiet and even - just the way a good mate's should be.

 

 

He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before he answered. “Yes, of course.”

 

 

Kagome nodded. “Very well.” Her hands signaled for several servants to prepare the table. She walked slightly behind him as he made his way to the dining hall.

 

 

“Who are our guests, mate?”

 

 

“There are no guests this eve, My Lord.” She secretly grinned behind his back. They did not have any guests, and therefore, they would not have to tarry long at their meal. They could retire very early.

 

 

The meal, as she had guessed, was very quiet and very quick. Sesshoumaru did not skip over any of the courses, but his pace was slightly rushed. Kagome smiled at him as the servant's moved to lift the final remains off of the table. She had rushed too.

 

 

In only a few moments, they were up the stairs and onto their own private level. Kagome giggled and began to run towards their bedchamber at the end of the hall. She could feel him silently pacing behind her. He liked it when she ran, but of course, that was the way of a youkai. Chasing prey was a natural instinct. She was weaker and more vulnerable. His body practically sang for him to follow her, toying with her as a cat does a mouse.

 

 

Just before she reached the shoji, his arms slipped around her waist and pulled her back into his well-muscled chest. She sighed deeply and allowed her head to fall to one side, revealing a large expanse of her neck. A sign of submission.

 

 

His rumbling growl sent shivers down her spine. “I believe,” she purred, attempting to twist in his arms. “That it is time for all good little youkai to be put to bed.”

 

 

His hands moved to grip her hips, stilling her movements. “This Sesshoumaru does not want for sleep.”

 

 

“Oh?” Kagome innocently questioned as her hands began to roam his body. A Cheshire grin overtook her face. “But I am quite sleepy, my Lord. Cannot your inquiries wait until tomorrow?”

 

 

He bowed his head and began to nip his way down her neck. “No, they are of utmost importance.”

 

 

She giggled. “Then I suppose I will concede to my Lord.” Her left hand maneuvered its way between their bodies to grasp the top of his thigh. Slowly, she traced the chiseled line that slanted down from his hips to more intriguing areas. “What does my Lord wish of me?”

 

 

No voiced response passed through his lips, but his hand slid back the shoji screen as he backed her into their room.

 

 

Her breathing began to quicken when his hands sought entry into her kimono. He had a way with knots that even she couldn't understand. It seemed that no matter how complicated her handmaiden's obi, he could always manage to unravel it in a matter of moments.

 

 

Her obi silently fell in a heap on the floor.

 

 

“I missed you, Sesshoumaru.” She whispered, slipping her hands under the cool silk of his top.

 

 

He didn't answer her. He never really did, but there was a light in his eyes that spoke volumes. He had missed her too.

 

 

She smiled as her hands slowly worked their way down, untying his sash and top and tossing them to the floor to join her obi. Her legs latched around his waist once he finally managed to get through all of the layers of her kimono. She had dressed up for his return.

 

 

Twisting her body, she pushed him back onto the futon and sat on top of him. He gave a slight growl of warning, but she only giggled in response. “I missed you very, very much.”

 

 

Her mouth trailed wet kisses across his chest, and one of her delicate hands released the last knot in his hakama. She could feel the waves of amusement rolling off of his body and knew that she had not angered him. He was always the dominant partner in their lovemaking. Usually, it wasn't until she was far into the throes of passion that she allowed herself to fully enjoy his body, but he had been gone for nearly two weeks. She wanted to show him exactly how much she had missed him.

 

 

His fingertips glided along the skin revealed by the open kimono that simply hung around her form, one side already having dropped off of her shoulder to hang at her elbow. He would wait.

 

 

She began to tug the last remnants of fabric off of his body, only being assisted once when he lifted his hips. Disposing of it quickly, she moved back up his body, pressing gentle kisses along the insides of his thighs until she reached his throbbing erection. Looking up at him for permission, she nearly laughed out at the shock evident in his molten eyes - almost being able to see the thoughts passing through his head.

 

 

It wasn't lady-like of a Lord's wife to even think of such things - that was to be left to concubines or consorts-, but she knew he would not take any of those things because he loved her. And she… she was quite intrigued by the idea. After all, a girl from five hundred years in the future was much more informed about such things than a mere peasant of the Feudal Era.

 

 

She had never done such a thing before, and for once in her life, she wanted to be the vixen. The enchantress. And, for her own mate and husband, she would be.

 

 

Her delicate hand gripped it first, slightly unsure of exactly how to go about it, but his hips moved the smallest amount, pushing up into her hand, and she moved with him. He did not cry out in pain, so she could only assume that the veiled look in his eyes was a good sign.

 

 

Again she moved her hand, and again he moved with her. Between the two of them, she managed to find a pace, sliding up and down to the fullest. Her second hand traced small patterns over the tops of his thighs and abdomen, never speeding up to join the pace of the first.

 

 

She was becoming entranced by her own hands when she saw him close his eyes and press his head back into the coverlet. Never had she seen such an expression of euphoria on his face, and she felt the subtle heat in her own stomach swell.

 

 

His seed began to leak from the head; she rolled it between the fingertips of her second hand in curiosity. She had seen it on the blankets and on her own skin before, but never had she taken the time to examine it. Her tongue darted out, tasting it. It was a salty neutral that reminded her of his sweat. Or maybe… maybe their had been something else on her fingertips. She frowned and decided on taking the next step.

 

 

Her hand stopped pushing, and he gave her a slightly perturbed look. She could not help the wanton smile that crossed her face as she settled between his muscular thighs. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking her if she even knew what she was doing.

 

 

Her smile grew wider.

 

 

Her tongue carefully caressed the tip, pulling back in at the confirmation that the sweaty, salty taste had been right.

 

 

His eyes flew open again, staring at her as if she had grown a second head. She giggled lightly and tasted him again, making sure to drag her tongue all the way around his erection.

 

 

A soft groan escaped his lips.

 

 

Pleased with the reaction, she did it again, this time making the circular pattern and dragging him into her mouth. Her gag reflection spoke to her in volumes, telling her that it did not like having anything forced that far into her throat. She waited, tentatively suckling on him and willing her body to adjust.

 

 

Up and down, she moved, concentrating on the speed and rhythm of his hips to match his pace. It was definitely more difficult than she thought it would be. Several times within the course of her fondling, he would thrust a little too hard, and she would have to hold back the urge to throw up. That definitely would've ruined the romantic mood in a heartbeat.

 

 

Sweat built up on his body as he restlessly arched into her mouth. She had to refrain from looking up at him just so that she would not be lost in the beautiful way his teeth ground together as he growled out his paradise.

 

 

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and she felt the rush of heated liquid pouring into her mouth. Kagome swallowed convulsively, letting the rest rush out of her mouth and onto the coverlet and his thigh.

 

 

Sesshoumaru's hand fumbled around the edge of the futon, quickly grabbing the spare cloth they had come to use for cleaning themselves up in… quite sticky situations. Wiping her mouth, he dropped the fabric into his lap and hoisted her to his lips.

 

 

His tongue consumed her with such passion that she found herself simply allowing him to take what he wanted, gripping his shoulders and holding on for the ride. Fangs nipped on her swollen lower lip while claws delicately traced the erogenous spot on the curve of her earlobe.

 

 

She laughed when he finally released her. “I guess it was okay then.”

 

 

“Where did you learn such things?” He asked, already repositioning her for other activities.

 

 

“Oooh, friends mostly.” She moaned when his shaft brushed against her entrance.

 

 

He pushed into her and began to pull out slowly, creating a very sedate pace that allowed them both to feel every shiver and sigh that passed through their counterpart. “They allow you to watch such things.”

 

 

“No, no.” She hissed, attempting to force her body down onto him at a faster rate. “People just tend to talk about it a lot where I'm from.”

 

 

“Indeed.” He dropped her hips quickly, signaling that it would be the end of the conversation.

 

 

Kagome gasped at the new angle. She had never been the one on top before. Lifting her body up with her knees, she dropped down again, and this time, it was Sesshoumaru who groaned at the contact.

 

 

Again and again she lifted and dropped, and the slow, gentle pace Sesshoumaru had set turned into a frenzied rush to find completion. Kagome twisted her hips slightly to one side in aggravation. Though the new position had allowed her to gain a wanton control that she reveled in, it seemed as if by her movements alone she was able to reach a release.

 

Sesshoumaru growled loudly, slowly becoming annoyed with his inability to speed their pace above and beyond the deep, steady strokes. He felt as if he was stuck in the teasing pattern, and he was never one to settle for anything less than his mate's utter cry of devotion.

 

 

Kagome knew that he understood her dilemma, and within the blink of an eye, she found herself buried beneath his body. His hand slipped under her left knee, caressing the soft skin underneath and pushing it up to rest on his shoulder.

 

 

Her lips formed a silent moan at the way her inner muscles were able to clench his erection. His hands pressed into the futon, digging deeply into the semen stained coverlet to regain some semblance of self-control.

 

 

The vixen pressed upward, surrounding his erection in her silken heat. “Sesshoumaru.”

 

 

Forcing her back down into the bed with brute strength, he gripped her hips and slammed into her body with wild abandon.

 

 

Kagome could only cry out in ecstasy as the inner coil in her belly snapped.

 

 

Sesshoumaru plummeted into her only twice more before his abdomen quivered, and he released his seed into her womb.

 

 

Her mate shifted his weight to his forearms, protecting her inside a moon blue shield of hair. “Sesshoumaru,” she whispered - her fingertips gently caressing the angry red marks she had drawn on his shoulders.

 

 

“That,” he wondered. “You learned that from your friends?”

 

 

Kagome laughed. “Yes, I suppose I did.”

 

 

He nodded. “When we return to your time, I shall meet these friends of yours.”

 

 

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Part Fourteen: The Games We Play

 

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Two weeks later, at approximately 9:15 in the morning, Sesshoumaru found himself, without any thought to his actions, pushing aside the towering amounts of paperwork on his desk and making his way to Inuyasha's floor.

 

 

“Inuyasha.” Sesshoumaru stood in the office doorway. “Where is Ka… Higurashi?”

 

 

Inuyasha frowned. “What do you mean where is she? She's in her office.”

 

 

“No.” He responded. “She is not. Where is she?”

 

 

The hanyou glanced irritably at the curator's office only to find the lights off and the door locked. “Eh? Guess she overslept… That's weird.”

 

 

“Tell her to report to my office when she arrives.”

 

 

Inuyasha smirked as his older brother disappeared down the hallway. `You're starting to remember now, aren't you?' “Keh. Damn lot of trouble you are.”

 

 

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“Shit!” Kagome yelped, dancing around the room trying to get into her skirt and pull on her shirt at the same time. With her heels in one hand and her purse in the other, she scrambled towards the elevator, barely remembering to grab her keys off of the kitchen counter before she ran out the door. “I can't believe I slept so late! 10! 10! I haven't slept until 10 in almost three years!”

 

 

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“Kagome?” Inuyasha watched her dart into the office, checking his watch to reveal that it was nearly 10:30. “Are you okay?”

 

 

Kagome smiled and waved one hand in a dismissive fashion. “Yeah. I guess I just overslept.”

 

 

“Geez,” he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. “Are you sure you're okay? I don't think you've ever overslept before.”

 

 

“Nah, I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess. The last couple of days have been kind of hectic.”

 

 

“Yeah,” Inuyasha looked at her with knowing eyes. “Guess so. Maybe you should take off early today.”

 

 

He stepped back across the hall to his own office before remembering, “Oh, the asshole wants to see you.”

 

 

Kagome groaned. “Okay.” `I should have known it wouldn't last forever…' Mentally, she debated making him wait a few more hours while she caught up on her inspections of the latest shipments, but in the end, her work ethic won out. A few minutes later she stood nervously outside of his door waiting for his secretary to bid her entrance.

 

 

“Miss Higurashi, you may go in now.” The petite woman responded, placing her headset on the top of her desk.

 

 

“Thanks.” Kagome responded, giving her a weak smile. `Just breathe, Kagome. Breathe. He wouldn't say anything here anyways. It's work, remember?'

 

 

Sesshoumaru watched her closely from the moment she opened the door. He carefully noted the nervous way her hands continued to smooth her skirt of invisible wrinkles as she cautiously made her way toward him.

 

 

He wasn't exactly sure why he had called her up to his office at all, and he wasn't even positive that he'd be able to come up with a viable excuse. He only knew that after two weeks of avoiding her like the plague, a part of him ached so badly with the want to see her again that he had demeaned himself by actually going down a few floors in search of her.

 

 

“Higurashi,” he spoke, his voice clear and calm.

 

 

“Yes,” she whispered, still avoiding eye contact by staring at the back of the computer monitor on his desk. `Higurashi? Eh, good or bad? Let's see… Higurashi equals getting paid… Kagome equals getting lai-… Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts!'

 

 

“I,” he paused, searching for some reason to get her to stay. “I am extending the Sengoku Jidai exhibit in the museum and wanted to ask you to oversee the project. Since the closing of the gallery, we've had many calls of interest concerning the items that were used in the presentation, and several members of the university would like to begin touring it.”

 

 

“Oh,” Kagome smiled, visibly perking at the idea of a new and interesting challenge. `Don't look him in the eye, and you'll be okay.' “What sorts of things do you need done?”

 

 

“The company would like to begin dedicating entire wings to certain time periods, however, at this point in time there are not enough artifacts to do so with the Sengoku Jidai. There have been offers of possible donations and items that are for sale, however, they all need to be examined for authenticity.” Sesshoumaru paused again, the answer seemed to simply roll off of his tongue.

 

 

Kagome frowned in thought. “We don't have another sale here that will concern me for another couple of months, but I'd like to think it over just the same. Is that all right?”

 

 

`The hell it is…' Sesshoumaru gave a slight nod. “Very well. Do not dwell too long. The changes must be made quickly in order to retain interest.”

 

 

She nodded and rose from her chair, debating between running out the door or staying and demanding to know why she felt such electric chemistry between them. There was no doubt that she was attracted to him… the insatiable dreams that plagued her almost nightly were proof enough of that, but she wasn't exactly sure what he felt. `Or even what he's doing with me for that matter…' “Konton-sama…” she began only to wish she could retract the statement a second later.

 

 

“Yes?” He replied, looking up from the screen. `What is she thinking?'

 

 

“I…” she gave a nervous smile and took a step backward. `Keep your trap shut, Woman!' “Never mind.”

 

 

Sesshoumaru gave a breathless sigh. She wasn't going to say anything, and he had to make a move before he lost the nerve. “Kagome?”

 

 

Her eyes widened at the usage of her first name. `Kagome equals getting…this is hopeless. It was a slip of the tongue. He doesn't mean it. No eye contact. No eye contact.' “Um… yeah?”

 

 

“We do have a brief amount of work that needs to be completed on Sunday.”

 

 

“Oh,” she deflated. He wasn't going to say anything. `You knew that! You knew it!'

 

 

His eyes darted back to the screen. `Speak now or forever hold your peace, you moron…' “I enjoying having coffee afterward, would you like to join me?”

 

 

Her breath caught in her throat. `Do the happy dance!' “Uh… sure.”

 

 

“Very well.” `This Sesshoumaru will unveil your mysteries, Kagome Higurashi…'

 

 

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A/N: And there you have it, a seven page lemon scene…geez.