InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Head Over Heels ❯ I�ve Got You, Under My Skin ( Chapter 14 )

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Sesshomaru: "I wrapped my hands around her waist and spun her around the floor. She put her hands on my shoulders and it wasn�t long before I had her smiling again.

Her fangs were modest in comparison to mine but I was still looking forward to having her test them on my skin."

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.04.2006 | Pages: 13 | Words: 10.9K | Visits: 593 | Status: Completed

Chapter Fourteen

I've Got You… Under My Skin

I sat across the table from Sesshomaru waiting for the waiter. He was, well… staring at me.

I made a face, “What I have a grown a second head or what?”

God was something hanging out of my nose? I didn't think so and resisted the urge to rub my nose just to be sure.

He lifted his head, “Hardly.”

“That's good I guess.” And then he just sat there staring at my exposed collarbone.

This was awkward. After thirty seconds of the staring contest I sent a light breeze through his bangs.

“Stop that.”

I sighed in feigned innocence. “Stop what?”

“You know very well what.” His tone was dry but not annoyed.

Oh, maybe he was up for some fun and games.

I did have all night to learn whatever secrets he had, so why not have a little distraction? He was nice to look at with his long hair tied back giving him an added air of sophistication he really didn't need.

I picked up the framed drink list and pretended to be absorbed in reading it while I willed another tiny gust of warm wind over the top of his pointed ear.

I saw his ear twitch and a frown crossed his thin lips. Oh goody I was getting to him.

But his response surprised me. His hand slipped under the table and landed on my knee. The table between us was very tiny and added me little protection from his touch.

I froze not quite sure what to do. And of course our perky waiter in his white shirt and black tie choose this inopportune moment to make his appearance.

“Good evening. I am Ian and I will be your waiter, what would you care to drink?”

I was going to order a white wine of some kind but the Inu-yokai's hand slid from my knee up my thigh.

Oh he is so gonna pay for this. But he knew as long as good old Ian was here, he was safe.

Ian started with me out of politeness and my mind went blank. Sesshomaru, the jerk ordered for me.

“Let's start her off on a classic daiquiri.” Ian looked to me and I gave a vague nod of confirmation.

The hand on my upper thigh gave me a light squeeze and traced a line on the inside of my leg along my black stocking.

Oh God was he ever gonna die. He was only a few inches from discovering these were thigh highs and I had the sneaking suspicion once he did there would be no putting up with him.

Ian turned back to Sesshomaru who somehow managed to look completely bored. “And you sir?”

“A dry martini… dirty.”

Yeah, the martinis weren't the only dirty perverted thing around here. He caught my eye and I swear I almost saw the beginnings of a wink.

Ian nodded, “Good choice. I will be back shortly with your drinks. And here are your menus.” He sat the leather bound menu folders on the table, turned and left.

Sesshomaru's wandering thumb was tracing the lace edge of my stocking and my face was eighteen shades of infuriated red.

I took a deep breath, widened my eyes, opened my mouth to attack him and VOILA! The hand was gone.

I hissed, “You jerk!”

He leaned back and held the offending hand to his face studying his nails. “Stockings. You must truly despise me.”

What the hell?

I leaned across the table. “Why does it matter? Had you been behaving then you wouldn't had even known.”

He dropped his hand and shot me a death glare from under thick silver lashes, “Every other woman in this club is no doubt stuffed into some panty hose contraption. But not you, you're wearing something out of a rock video or a men's magazine.”

Why were we even having this argument? “But you would NEVER have known if you weren't being such a jerk!”

He tilted his head, “I was giving you a taste of tit for tat. You cannot play games with me and not expect… repercussions.”

I fell back into my seat. “What I did to you was a little joke, I didn't feel you up.”

Sesshomaru's golden eyes snapped and he whispered, “You've really no clue what you do to me. But that will change tonight.”

Oh so now he's Mr. Hot and bothered.

But no worries, if things get out of hand I was still sure I could take him down. I groaned, “And you ordered me a daiquiri. I hate frozen drinks, they make my teeth hurt.”

He smiled and reached across the table for my hand. I wasn't able to move it fast enough and he turned my hand over then traced the lines on my palm. “It's not a trashy frozen strawberry daiquiri. This is the real deal on the rocks.”

He thumb nail started making slow circles and my pulse raced in time to the motion. “Oh. I've… never had one of those.”

Sesshomaru nodded, “I thought as much.”

I willed my hand to move but it refused, “So, what's in it then.”

He gazed down at our hands, “The good stuff; a nice rum, fresh lime juice and simple syrup.”

“Oh.” I wasn't even sure what the hell simple syrup was. “And… um why is your martini dirty?”

“They add a dash of liquid brine from the olive jar.”

Well, well isn't he a wealth of information. “Oh.” I looked around and saw the band was getting ready. “This place is so… Sex in the City.”

Sesshomaru sighed, “Please tell me you don't watch that show.”

Well shit. And he was right, “Okay I really don't watch that show.”

“Kagura.”

My chin shot up, he'd never called me by name like that before. “What?” My tone was ever so slightly whiney and I hated the sound of it.

He squeezed my hand. “Don't play stupid. I don't appreciate dumb women.”

I yanked my hand free and shot back, “I'm not playing at anything and you are an ass.”

“I was just saying there is so much more to you than you let on. It's a disgusting shame that you pretend to be someone you're not.”

My gut clenched and my nails dug into the soft wood of the table. He was heading straight into dangerous territory.

The sick sad truth is that he was right.

But I have to live a half life. I couldn't very well open myself to the dark forces that walked this earth and keeping them at bay takes every ounce of spare energy I have.

“Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.” I pushed up from the table and stood.

Ian appeared with our drinks, set them on the table. “Are you ready to order for dinner?”

Sesshomaru nodded and I stood infuriated. Oh hell, so let him order. He can eat it alone.

“Oysters Rockefeller, two Caesar salads and Bananas foster to end.”

Ian scribbled all this down, “On the salads, chicken or shrimp?”

Sesshomaru shot me a fast glance, “Shrimp.”

Ian announced, “The oysters will be right out.” Then swung around and left.

I struck out with a sad excuse of a jab, “I hope they'll give you a doggie bag.”

I picked up my purse and turned to stride off.

His fast hand caught my elbow. I look behind me and saw him standing. Damn that man is as fast as lightening. “No. Let's dance instead.”

The band picked up and went into a jazzy number. I mumbled stupidly, “But my purse… where will I put it?”

Sesshomaru plucked it out of my hand and tossed it onto his chair. “No one will touch it. They know better.”

The band's jazzy interlude ended and the piano player started picking at the ivory keys.

As promised, they were starting the Frank Sinatra tribute. An older man walked out in front and began crooning. He wore a classic black tux complete with a red flower in his boutonnière.

My story is much too sad to be told,

But practically everything leaves me totally cold.

The exception I know is the case

When I'm out on a quiet spree,

Fighting vainly the old ennui,

And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.

I let Sesshomaru pulled me onto the small dance floor.

He pulled me to him and held my right hand in his while his left hand found my hip. We weren't moving fast and his lips whispered into my ear. “Mirror my feet and keep up.”

He stepped forward and I went with him. His hand pushed on my waist telling me where to go.

I get no kick from champagne.

Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all.

So tell me why should it be true

That I get a kick out of you?

The drum hit a quick double beat with the stiff brushes and he swung me out into a fast twist. My ankles wobbled slightly in the heels but I shifted my weight before he could notice and allowed him to pull me back to his chest.

Damn the man was really good at this. After hearing that song in his room I guess he's into the whole Rat Pack thing. As much as I hated to admit it… it was kinda charming. Course it could also mean he was in the mob.

Some, they may go for cocaine.

I'm sure that if I took even one sniff

It would bore me terrifically, too.

Yet I get a kick out of you.

But then he had lived that era and that could explain his nostalgia for it. He pressed me against his chest then began walking me backwards with our right hands intertwined and arms extended.

Sesshomaru leaned me back in a dip and I saw his plait of silver hair swinging behind him, shining against the dark blue of his shirt.

Deep dipping on high heels is a lesson in trusting your dance partner. Sesshomaru let me fall back but at the critical moment pulled me back up.

I get a kick every time I see

You standing there before me.

I get a kick though it's clear to see

You obviously do not adore me.

I'd never been a huge Frank Sinatra fan myself but the singer did him justice. His smooth voice rolled over the words and the light tune was infectious.

The last date I'd been on was with this guy who took me to see the last Star Wars movie and made me pay for the popcorn. There was no comparison.

The band wrapped up and flew into a song with a bit more kick to it.

I won't dance, don't ask me

I won't dance, Madame, with you

My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do

Then Sesshomaru surprised me by taking my hand in his and he swung his hips and pivoted back on his feet standing for a brief moment on his toes.

I was keeping up but just barely. Who would've ever thought those damned jitter bug lessons in my j.r. high gym class would've ever come in handy?

I gave in and laughed.

This was fun and only a complete dolt wouldn't have a good time. I know he'd heard my laughter because now he was just showing off.

You know what? you're lovely,

Ring-a-ding-ding, you're lovely

And, oh, what you do to me

I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore

I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle

'specially when you do the Continental

But this feeling isn't purely mental

For, heaven rest us, I am not asbestos

He swung me around with my back to his chest and caught me by the waist.

Sesshomaru lifted me off my feet and I held my breath while he swung me around a second time. My short dress billowed around my legs and I waited to see if he'd try to catch a glimpse of my stockings or worse. But his cool golden eyes never left my face.

and that's why

I won't dance, I won't dance

I won't dance, merci beaucoup

I know that music leads the way to romance

So if I hold you in arms, I won't dance!!

The song wrapped up and I stood winded in his arms. Sesshomaru embraced me in a fast hug. He pressed his face against my neck and I heard his low voice, “Thank you.”

My heart slammed against my ribs and I knew he could feel it's unsteady beat. “For what?”

Instead of answering my question he pointed to our table. “The oysters are here.”

_-_-_-_-_

The daiquiri while sweet was strong and nothing like it's so called `tacky' frozen counter parts.

The oysters were excellent; I've always like spinach… but there is always that horrible possibility of getting it stuck between your teeth.

I stacked my oyster half shells on my plate, “So you really like those good old days huh?”

He shot me a suspicious glance over the rim of his martini glass. “Some decades are classier than others.”

I grinned under the cool relaxation of the rum, “I've always been a nineties girl myself.”

Sesshomaru sighed, “Ah yes, grunge. That is a fad that is sure to be celebrated in years to come.”

I tossed back, “Well shoot me for not being as old as Moses himself.” I leaned forward on the points of my elbows. “Hey ain't I a bit young for you?”

Golden eyes sparked and flashed, “You've spent too much time with humans. Only mortals put stock in age.”

He was right; going out with him wasn't scandalous, not like in the human world where if a thirty year old marries a fifty year old then they are a joke.

Our salads arrived. Ian assembled them at our table and shook the dressing over the romaine lettuce.

I picked at my shrimp and tried to devise ways of bringing Jane into the conversation without giving too much away.

“Did Rin like that book I sold you?”

He looked up from his plate, “Which one?”

“The Never Ending Story.”

He speared a pink shrimp on his fork. “Haven't gotten to it yet, she still has me reading her the Horse and His Boy, it's the third Narnia book.”

He reads aloud to Rin! Oh I'd give an eye tooth to see that. “I knew that, after all I did sell you the book.”

He nodded, “She's in love with the series… ever since I took her to that damned Wardrobe movie. She's been looking in every closet, drawer and attic of my house for a door to some other world.”

I laughed because I knew it had to be true. “I saw Jane and Rin in the park today. Rin was riding her bike.”

I watched his face for a reaction, the slightest flinch, a wince or anything but he gave away nothing.

“She looked well.” I added hoping to squeeze something out of him.

Sesshomaru lay down his fork and picked up his fresh martini. “The other night she almost died. She has a peanut allergy.”

I nodded, “That's what she said.”

Lying dog.

He drank from his glass and said nothing more. I studied the smooth relaxed planes of his face. If he was worried Sesshomaru hid it well.

Perhaps I've been chasing my tail and he'd really done nothing. It was all me.

Something was wrong with me. I could've sworn she was dead but she wasn't. What had visited me was not a ghost but a shadow.

I picked up my glass and downed the rest of my daiquiri.

Sesshomaru frowned, “Is something wrong.”

“No. I was just… thinking.”

He refused to accept my attempt to brush him off. “About what?”

I met his eyes, “This world is a screwed up place.”

“True but it doesn't have to be that way.” He lifted a cool silver brow that would've made J.T. drool. “You always have a choice.”

I shook my head, “That's not always the case. What about Jane? If you hadn't found her and called 911 then what choice would she'd of had?”

Sesshomaru answered, “But you had a choice and you decided to let me know you'd… felt something was wrong.”

_-_-_-_

Sesshomaru:

The witch sat across from me rolling the stem of her glass between her fingers. Her back was ram rod straight; this was a tender subject with her though I'd yet to figure out why.

As a yokai she was expected to have unusual abilities and I wasn't sure why she hated hers. Whatever the hell they were.

Though at this point she could have told me was the abominable snowman in disguise and I wouldn't have cared.

Her perfume was in my sinuses seeping into my brain. My hands on her body on the dance floor was an exercise in self control. She was as well put together as the tight black dress promised.

I'd spent the whole dinner only listening with half an ear, planning on how I was going to peel those stockings off her legs later on.

Sinatra was the ideal addition to the feel of her body against mine. He made for perfect slow dancing. On the floor my hands could get away with moves that would get me stabbed with her salad fork here at the table. Her waist was a perfect fit for my hands.

Her liquid eyes kept meeting and holding mine while she talked. I caught the waiter's attention and motioned silently for fresh drinks.

I don't care if plying her with alcohol was slightly less than ethical. I already knew she was very interested in me even if she was denying it to herself.

The scent of female arousal worked into the scent of mimosa, rum and oh God was that hair spray?

Oh hell, sometimes you can't win them all. But I didn't need to touch her to know that if I worked things carefully she'd spend the night under me in my bed. And in the morning I'd get her into my shower and that would be the end of the hair spray scent.

Visions flashed behind my eyes of her naked with her eyes closed and head tilted back; steaming water running off her bare skin and breasts.

One thing was for sure, we weren't going back to her place.

She caught me with my mind wandering and looked as though she was about to cut me for not listening, when the Bananas foster arrived.

Silly girl, she was impressed by such simple things. The waiter made a show of peeling the bananas and cutting them in half.

He spooned brown sugar over them and gave them a good shot of banana liquor. He shook the hot pan a few times, lit a match and flambéed the bananas.

Violet flames encompassed the bananas and for a moment my witch's clapping reminded me of Rin, my monkey.

The waiter put out the flames and spooned the concoction over two modest scoops of vanilla ice cream.

He sat the bowl before her and she was too involved in her fancy desert to remember what ever problem had been plaguing her earlier.

Before he could leave I put an order for a bottle of good rose champagne.

Kagura loved the bananas; at least that's what she kept telling me. They weren't bad but my twisted side would have preferred to have poured them over her naked body instead of eating them over cold ice cream.

The band came back from a break and started Witchcraft. I coaxed her back on to the dance floor.

Those fingers in my hair

That sly come-hither stare

That strips my conscience bare

It's witchcraft

I wrapped my hands around her waist and spun her around the floor. She put her hands on my shoulders and it wasn't long before I had her smiling again.

Her fangs were modest in comparison to mine but I was still looking forward to having her test them on my skin.

'cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft

And although I know it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me

My heart says "Yes, indeed" in me

"Proceed with what you're leadin' me to"

Her voice was velvet in my ear. “Funny, funny man.”

“And how's that?” I asked, my lips pressed against her throat.

“Witchcraft… you keep calling me a witch.”

I shrugged and stepped back, swinging with her. “Well aren't you?”

She stiffened in my arms and said in a sincerely brutal tone, “I… I don't know.”

I wasn't sure what she meant by that but this was not the time to be worrying about it. “Just let it go… it doesn't matter.”

She rested her chin on my chest and I allowed one of my hands to drift down to her ass.

Finally the song ended and I steered her back to our table. I noticed the waiter, wise man that he was, had brought the champagne and it was wrapped to go.

I left cash for our bill and turned towards my tipsy witch.

Kagura's eyes were shiny and she was singing softly to her self but I didn't recognize the tune.

“Let's go.”

She stood and the waiter arrived with our coats. I took hers from him and slid it over her bare arms allowing my fingers to trail over her skin.

We swept down the steps and waited in the cold city night air while the boy fetched the Roadster. Kagura was unnaturally quiet and let me stand beside her with my hands on her thin shoulders.

I helped her into the passenger seat and we were driving along side the park when I had an idea.

I pulled up into a tiny parking lot and found a man waiting with a horse drawn buggy.

“You wanna a ride? It'll be my last run for the night.”

I looked over at my witch and saw her ruby eyes bugging in her head. This was the perfect way to whittle down the last of her meager defenses. Women love horses and I'd get to hold her during the trip making it all that easier to get my hands on her later on.

“Yes.” I locked the car and hissed at the man, “And make it a long one.”

I helped her into the high buggy and got a flash of those evil black lace stockings.

I climbed in beside her, the coachmen slapped the reigns and we were off.

It was a chilly night and I pulled an itchy wool blanket from the seat opposite us and wrapped it around us.

Kagura's curls flew back in the passing wind from the moving carriage. “Wow, this is great.”

Oh really, I grinned, “It only gets better.” I pulled out the champagne bottle and started twisting of the wire seal.

Kagura laughed, “You dog. You orchestrated this whole thing.”

I popped the cork and sent it flying off into the wooded darkness.

“Perhaps but somethings are too good not to plan for.”

I offered her the champagne bottle. “What no glasses?”

“We don't need glasses.” I held the lip of the bottle to her red mouth and she took a drink.

We were circling a pond as I put an arm around her shoulders.

Kagura smirked, “I'll give you one thing.”

“What?” I asked letting the speed of the buggy slide her closer to me on the slippery leather seat.

“You sure as hell try hard to win.”

I rolled my eyes, “you need more champagne.”

She shook her head, “No I really don't.” But when I passed her the bottle she gave in and drank deeply.

I ran my thumb over her bottom lip before leaning in and capturing her lips with mine. She gave a small sigh and let me work my way across her mouth but kept her lips shut.

Damn it.

This will not do. I took a swig of champagne and returned to her with a full mouth. I opened her lips with my tongue and when she gasped let a small amount of champagne fall from my mouth into hers.

She swallowed but muttered, “You are a strange one.”

My lips left hers and trailed down her jaw line. I found a soft spot behind her ear and gave her a sharp kiss.

“Oh.” She pushed me back and shook her finger in my face. “I know what you're up to.”

“Oh really, and what would that be?” I lifted my brows deciding to play along. After all it wasn't as if I could have her here in public with the coachmen sitting only two feet away.

“You are trying to seduce me.” She frowned as if trying to decide if this is what she wanted.

I threw caution to the wind, “Sleep with me.”

She stumbled over her words, “I can't.”

I placed my hand under the blanket on her knee and turned her towards me. “Why not. What's the worst thing that could ever happen?”

“You are the… devil or at least in league with him. You aren't anything like what I've been looking for. You don't even like me. You just want sex then it'll be over.”

I shook my head and held her chin up with two fingers. “Perhaps you've been looking for the wrong man. And maybe I don't know what I want but you don't either. Take a chance and let me in.”

My fingers walked up her inner thigh, she retorted, “You never denied being in league with the devil.”

I shrugged, “Why bother, you'd never believe me anyway.”

She tensed. “This can only end badly.”

This grated across my nerves, “I don't know what you are afraid of, you're an adult for Christ sakes.”

She shot me a simmering look of warning but it was too late my fingers were past the lace edge of her stockings reaching for the juncture of her thighs. I was praying to a God I'd never met that her panties matched the lace on those black stockings.

And that's when she slapped me; or tried to, because I caught her hand. Then I conceded and removed my fingers from the achingly tempting proximity of her underwear.

I pulled her closer to me and leaned her across my chest. “If you fall too hard I won't drop you. Why are you afraid of the dark?”

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Notes:

Yes Sesshomaru is old. All the songs in this chapter are Frank Sinatra songs and listed in order, I Get a Kick Out of You, I won't Dance, and of courseWitchcraft. Sometimes things are best said simply and no one can get the job done like Frank.

The Devil's Dictionary:

Wine:Fermented grape juice known to the Women's Christian Union as `liquor' and sometimes as `rum'. Wine, Madame is God's next best gift to man.

Witticism: A sharp and clever remark, usually quoted, and seldom noted; what the Philistine is pleased to call a `joke.'

“May God grant me chastity and sobriety… just not yet.” St. Augustine.