InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Impoverished Heir ❯ What ya doing tonight? ( Chapter 4 )

Dedicated to Inuskye and Inugrrrl especially. Hoping a scene set later isn't worded too hastily. It seemed too rushed on my end.

 

Disclaimer: Penpaninu does not claim to own Inuyasha nor is getting paid to write this.

 

“Impoverished heir” chapter four

“What ya doing tonight?”

 

Miroku entered the diner and looked around. Spotting his target, the priest's son made his way over. Miroku sat down beside Sango and cleared his throat. The dark haired beauty was finishing her lunch and paid him no mind until the last bite was finished. Miroku knew she must be in one of her moods, and patiently waited for her to be done. He wasn't disappointed when Sango wiped her mouth with a paper napkin and leaned back to regard him.

“Hi there, huntress,” Miroku grinned. He was pleased to see Sango blush. It was a nickname Inuyasha left up for grabs so he used it regularly. Sango flipped the end of her braid over her shoulder and tried to stay stern.

“Hi there, skid mark,” she retorted. Miroku swept his hands through his bangs and smiled ruefully.

“Is this about the other night? I'm sorry that…. Akira came up so suddenly. I wasn't expecting that…” Miroku began. Sango tried not to rub her eyes in frustration.

“You think that's why I'm so upset?” she asked lowly. Miroku felt a bead of sweat form on his temple.

“Well…. yes! Why else would you be so angry?” he asked. Sango patted his shoulder. The poor guy sounded genuinely confused. She'd have to spell it out for him.

“Miroku, darling… what am I to you?” she asked. Miroku sweat-dropped. Could she really want to know, or was she playing at something? He panicked.

“I…. I don't…. what has that to do with anything, Sango?” he demanded. Sango shook her head.

“Am I just an Akira to you? Or do I matter to you?” she asked. Sango felt she was being way too calm about her question, but she had to stay in control. Miroku clasped his fingers together, as his throat faltered in his normal breathing pattern. He started to see spots.

“What you…do you…. why does this matter?” he gasped. Sango slammed her palm onto the table. Several patrons turned to stare at her.

“It should matter to you! It should all matter to you! I thought you understood!” she screamed. Miroku paled but his fists clenched until the knuckles whitened.

“I don't get why you're being like this! Explain it to me…”

 

Sango stood up, her height impressive. Ever man within ten feet shrank before her authority.

“You've made me wait for you for years when I could have had my pick of anyone else! Inuyasha dotes on me more than you! If I wasn't so stupid, I could have been with him!” she shrieked. Miroku felt his heart break.

“Sango, stop it… people are watching,” he begged faintly. Sango threw money down for her bill and laid her hand on her hip.

“He's a real man and HE'S TAKEN!”

 

Several women clapped and whistled as Sango flounced out the door. Miroku and half the men gaped after her. Miroku felt his stomach drop to his feet. He groaned and held his head in his hands as his male viewers murmured their commiseration.

“Poor guy….”

“What'd he do to her, man?”

“Musta caught him cheating on her.”

“She's just going to go for that Inuyasha guy she was talking about…”

“Too bad! What an ass on that woman…”

“I'd do her in a minute.”

 

Miroku thumped his head up and down on the table, trying to ignore his audience. He agreed with the last male; he had wanted Sango for years, but never closed the deal. He had never made it known his attraction for her, or his want to always be with her. He was scared and ran away from the possibility. To him, Sango was more than a night of fun. He had plenty of opportunity for those. But he didn't have plenty of opportunity for love. Sango was the type of woman you brought home to your parents, courted, cherished and protected. She was the type of woman you loved in every way you could.

And it terrified him to have fallen in love with her.

 

“I have to tell her… I don't know how much longer either of us is going to last,” Miroku sweat-dropped.

 

“Hey man, give me her number! I'll show her she matters to me!” one impertinent school kid leered. Miroku clenched his fists and stalked out of the diner. He wasn't hungry all of a sudden.

 

* * * *

 

Inuyasha walked at Kagome's side, his arm around her shoulders. They had met on a regular basis since their first date and things were going so well it was frightening. They went out for simple walks, they went out for dinner (Inuyasha bit his lip that Kagome toted most of the bill, but he couldn't bankrupt himself), and they generally enjoyed each other.

At present, Inuyasha was glad to be dressed in his dress shirt and slacks, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He didn't want to look like a burger boy at his girlfriend's side. She shouldn't have to look like she was dipping into the poor and destitute. Which in a way, Inuyasha grimaced, she was. But Kagome wasn't like that. She knew he didn't have a lot of money, but he didn't ask to eat out for each date. They found new ways to be together without making Kagome feel like she was there monetarily.

That, and stocking his coffin up with bundles of ramen; really, Kagome was great. Inuyasha pressed a small kiss to Kagome's temple as they walked, smiling as she grinned happily up at him.

 

“Shall we go out after your work?” Kagome asked. Her fingers ran up and down Inuyasha's arm. He shivered and kissed her brow. Kagome loved the feeling of protection he bestowed upon her with each small touch.

“Sure, but I don't want you just paying again. Shall we go home?” he suggested. His blood heated up as Kagome blushed. She squeezed his arm and laid her head at his shoulder.

“We could go to my place…. And we wouldn't have to worry about the neighbors,” Kagome whispered. Inuyasha's mouth dried and his member jumped at the implications. They hadn't had sex yet, spending only a minimum amount of time together at either of their houses as work got appallingly in the way. But it seemed they were moving closer along that route….

“I think I'd like that. Should I bring my jammies?” Inuyasha teased. Kagome played with his fingers.

“I don't think so. I've seen what you wake up in,” she laughed. Inuyasha blushed bright red and grinned madly. Several people passing him gave him odd looks but he didn't care. He even didn't mind when Onikage Kikyo saw them together. Kagome twined her arms around his neck and gave him a searing kiss goodbye. Inuyasha felt it travel all the way to the tip of his arousal where it swelled with blood. Inuyasha stared down at his girlfriend, his hips dangerously close to hers.

Kagome looked down, blushed. She caught Inuyasha's fingers in her hand and sucked one of the tips into her mouth. Inuyasha turned his head aside and bit his lip.

 

“So…” Inuyasha had to cough to keep from sounding way too husky. “I'll meet you here at nine?”

Kagome nodded, kissing the back of his hand. “After my meeting with Koga-san, yes…”

Inuyasha's ardor cooled and he stroked Kagome's hair with one hand.

“I don't like the idea of you working under him still. Can't his old man set you up with someone else?” he growled. Kagome stood on her tiptoes and kissed him sweetly.

“We'll see, Inuyasha. Right now, things are going too well. Let's just focus on us,” she suggested. The anger in Inuyasha's eyes dimmed and the corners of his mouth pulled up into a wide smile.

“That sounds good, Kagome… well I look forward to my shift ending,” he teased. Kagome gave him one more lingering kiss and backed away.

“Me too. Just don't let yourself get too tired at work,” she suggested. Inuyasha watched the sway of her hips as she walked away. He gave a huge whuff and scratched the back of his neck. Wow! Inuyasha walked inside and around Kikyo-san, smiling nervously as he slid into his desk.

“What are you so happy about?” Miroku groused. He was slouched in his chair across from Inuyasha's, every posture he used indicating his bad mood. Inuyasha swung his loose ponytail over his shoulder and booted up his computer.

“Oh nothing. Kagome's just great,” he said happily. His mind was already drumming up possible things to do once they got to Kagome's apartment for the evening. Everything he thought of required less clothing. Inuyasha held his collar open and fanned himself.

“So what, that's great and all, but have you talked with Sango lately?” Miroku complained. Inuyasha looked at him curiously and sighed.

“What did you do this time?”

“I didn't do anything!” Miroku stood up, knocking a stack of files off his desk. Half the young men in the room looked at them with consternation or curiosity. Miroku sat down, red in the face.

“So what happened?” Inuyasha asked once more. Miroku sighed and ran a hand through his bangs.

“She has to love me, or something, why else yell at me about Akira and the other girls?” he asked painfully. Inuyasha laughed.

“She finally laid it flat about those girls? Bout time!” he crowed. Miroku buried his face in his hands.

“Okay, first, give her time. Then, I say, go to her and confess all. You have nothing to lose,” Inuyasha said. Miroku looked up, terrified.

“I can't! What if she rejects me? You should have seen her yelling at me!” Miroku whined. Inuyasha crossed his arms and leaned back.

“Look, you want a life of one night stands, or a companion?” Inuyasha's mind drifted to Kagome. “Tell her. Or I will.”

“All right, fine! I'll do it…”

“There you go,” Inuyasha turned to start typing. Miroku fidgeted.

“But what if she?”

“TELL HER!”

“But Yash, man…”

“Tell heeeeer….”

“Okay, you don't have to yell…”

“Yeah, that's Sango's department.”

“Whose side are you on??”

 

Inuyasha chuckled and kept typing. Just a few more hours and he would be with Kagome again. He couldn't help from text messaging Sango to give her support after that morning's encounter and because he was so happy. Tonight was going to be great.

Even when Kikyo tried to sidle up to him, he stepped around her with ridiculous ease. Nothing could spoil his evening with Kagome. No one.

 

* * * *

 

Kagome tidied up her desk and smoothed her skirt. She made sure her hair was perfect and her appearance was in order before knocking on Koga's door. He called a brusque reply to come in and Kagome slid one of the large heavy doors open to slide in.

Koga was working busily for a chance instead of listening to his disc man or playing Nintendo DS. He was typing fiercely, errant locks of long hair falling into his eyes. His jaw still looked bruised and his eye red, but other than that, none the worse for wear. Kagome hoped he wasn't still angry at her for the confrontation with Ookami senior. She hadn't asked for his attention, or for Inuyasha to rescue her.

Now that she got to know the young man, she was glad he had…

Kagome stood at attention.

 

“You wanted to see me, Koga-san?” she asked politely. Koga looked up, and his eyes made their customary scan up and down her figure. Kagome waited, trying not to raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, I did. Have you finished typing up my report for Monday's case?” he asked lowly. He sounded almost contrite. Kagome relaxed.

“Yes I did! I have it waiting on my desk. I think you'll do fine,” she offered. Koga nodded, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

“Thanks, Kagome-kun.” Kagome tried not to stiffen as he used his father's suffix for her. “May I extend my apologies for what happened the other morning?”

 

Kagome watched every muscle in his calmly relaxed face. Did he mean it? Did he want to apologize? Or was this a trick? Kagome assessed everything in her mind as Koga patiently waited. She came to the conclusion remembering each kind word Ookami Senior had for her. If he made a son, he couldn't be all that bad. She decided to give him another chance.

“I accept your apology, Koga-san. I hope we can continue to work together,” she said smoothly. Koga smiled and stood up.

 

“That's great! I was hoping you'd say that.” When Koga made to embrace her, Kagome stepped back and shook his hand instead.

“Just keep things professional, Koga-san. I have a very jealous boyfriend,” she smiled, blushing as she thought of the looks he got when Koga came up in conversation. Inuyasha hadn't had to come back to the firm after that morning days ago, but it was an open end for him to pursue if things went bad again. Ookami senior even liked him and had asked Kagome about him. Koga must have known this.

He smiled and kissed the back of her hand chivalrously. “Then we shall keep things clean. May I offer you wishes for an eventful weekend?”

 

Kagome blushed and covered her red cheek with one hand. “Thank you, Koga-san, I know it will be.”

 

Koga let her go, and sank into his plush chair once she left. “My Kagome….” She was meant to be with him, not the kid. She was a perfect complement for him, and he wanted her badly. If it took trying to pretend to be the nice guy, he would.

 

“Takahashi Inuyasha…. you haven't heard the last of Ookami Koga,” he growled. The young lawyer swung his chair around and continued typing.

 

 

* * * *

 

Sesshomaru knew he was in big trouble. His eyes flicked over to his new secretary. Rin had her back to him and was stooped with a watering can. She took it upon herself to water the plants in Sesshomaru's office every day, among other things to be near him. Sesshomaru certainly enjoyed the view he was getting as she cared for the lucky plant mentioned. Many secretaries he knew did not do this for their bosses. And many in his position might have felt cramped, or ignored them outright, but Sesshomaru found himself watching her lithe form more than his reports.

Akiyama Rin was something different. She was young, yes, but she had an apt mind ready to service the rising company. She was also kind, thoughtful, sweet and generally seemed to enjoy her job. Sesshomaru could count on two hands and need extra digits to how many secretaries he had run off with his cold demeanor before Takahashi Enterprises had crashed. Nobody wanted to work directly under him. He was too distant, too mean, too calculating. Sesshomaru found none of these qualities of his mattered where Rin was concerned. Rin-kun, he had to remind himself to call her.

 

“Rin-kun…” he rumbled. The young woman tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled readily. Sesshomaru felt his heart thump hard in his chest. Damn her.

“Yes, Takahashi-san? Is there something you wanted?” Rin asked sweetly. Sesshomaru's gaze drifted to her red lips and nodded.

 

“Yes. About the meeting with the hedge brokers… have you the files? We need to look over those,” Sesshomaru suggested. Rin nodded and moved smoothly past his large desk.

“I'll just go get those, Takahashi-san. Be right back…”

Sesshomaru felt his throat tighten and he tugged on his tie once she had gone.

 

She seemed to call on his bluff when he grew too distant, called him out from his dark thoughts when he acted too gruff towards her. She did small things to try and ease his apparently low moods. Each morning when coffee came with her bright smile and easy cheer, Sesshomaru would notice she laid a new flower on the tray. Today was an orchid. They were Izayoi's favorite, Sesshomaru remembered. Darn this woman for bringing out sentimental thoughts in him…

His fingers were caressing the velvety petals when Rin came back in. Her arms were full of folders and Sesshomaru gestured her to the chair opposite his desk.

 

“Where should we begin, Takahashi-san?” Rin asked, setting one folder open. Sesshomaru leaned forward, his bangs falling into his eyes.

“Right here should be, sufficient. Now…. Excuse me….” Sesshomaru checked the breast pocket of his suit jacket for his pen and looked around his desk. “Now where did….”

Rin smiled and tapped his pen against his palm. Sesshomaru looked up surprised into her eyes. Then he smiled uneasily.

“So we would look at this line here first…” Rin began, biting her lower lip in an adorable manner. Sesshomaru leaned close and inhaled deeply. Jasmine. She smelled so good. He sighed and clenched one fist over his knee. It was going to be a long night at this rate.

 

* * * *

 

Kagome strolled into Onikage offices that night, ignoring the stares of all the young men on the floor. She learned a long time ago she was attractive to the opposite sex, but unlike most women, she never let it go to her head. Instead of going for the usual joe schmoe, she would go for what was real or what she hoped was real. Inuyasha so far didn't carry any indication he was acting for her. Moving around hopeful young male specimens, Kagome smiled as she saw the back of her boyfriend's dark head. He was typing with one hand and twirling a pencil between the fingers of his free hand. He was so sweet sometimes…

“Inuyasha, are you ready?” she asked. Inuyasha turned and looked up. Kagome was pleased and flushed when his gaze settled on her chest first, then up to her face. For other men, it usually was the opposite and their gaze never went back up. Inuyasha knew how to make her feel wanted, but as a person he found severely attractive. The edges of his cheeks were still red.

“Finishing up now. Oh, you remember Hoshi Miroku?” Inuyasha sighed when his friend cleared his throat at the next desk over. Kagome turned to bow slightly to the grinning priest's son.

“A pleasure again, Miroku-san,” she said, winking. Miroku's chest swelled and he crossed his arms.

“Likewise, Kagome-san! What are you two off to doing tonight?” he tried to keep a happy façade up when his heart was troubled over what to do with Sango. Maybe he would try to call her tonight…. Yeah…

Kagome smiled as Inuyasha stammered and coughed. “Hanging out at my place,” she said sweetly. Miroku laughed when Inuyasha turned red.

“Well, best of luck, man! Can I see you for a second, Inuyasha?” Miroku asked sweetly. He grabbed his friend's head under his arm and dragged him off.

“So you're going for it?? About time!” he hooted. Inuyasha sucker-punched him in the liver until he let go.

“Yes! And if you shut up about it for two seconds, Kagome won't know that you know!” Inuyasha complained. “I'm nervous enough as it is!”

“Hey, did you have any money for protection?” Miroku asked nonchalantly.

“Whu?” Inuyasha's mind went into overdrive. His groin throbbed.

“Protection! Wrap the weasel, grease the spear, come on, Yash, you have to prepare for nights like this,” Miroku complained. He reached into his jacket pocket and Inuyasha tried to wave him off.

“Come on, I don't need to borrow money again!” Inuyasha was pleasantly surprised when his friend pulled out a box instead. He sweat-dropped.

“You always come prepared?” Inuyasha said lowly. If Sango only knew…

“Like a boy scout,” Miroku quipped and thrust the box at his best friend. “Take it, you'll need it.”

Inuyasha juggled the box and looked in. “Half gone?” Miroku grinned and rubbed his neck.

 

“Sango better kick your ass for you, or at least scream some more,” Inuyasha swore. Miroku looked downcast.

“I know…. know! You know, Yash, she said you cared more about her…but that's not true.” Inuyasha had to feel sorry for his dumb ass of a monk.

“Okay, well you know she's been like my sister since school. She's only wanted you. You don't have to worry about us,” Inuyasha promised.

“Yeah, and if I hadn't seen your new girl, I would think you were lying. But you hooked up!” Miroku laughed. “Get out of here before Kikyo-san moves on the warpath.”

“Oh yeah….” There was a reason only young men worked in this office. Kikyo wouldn't let it any women to upset her superiority.

 

Inuyasha took Kagome's hand, shouldering his backpack. They hailed a cab outside and rode in comfortable silence. When Kagome's head rested on his shoulder and her hand massaged his knee, it was electrifying. And both knew they would wind up in bed that night. It wasn't a guess, it wasn't a hope; it was just common knowledge between them. And both were anticipating it.

“Well, hope you two have a nice evening,” the cabbie said offhand as Kagome tipped him. Inuyasha slid out the door and held his hand out for Kagome. Kagome took it smiling. Inuyasha still held the grace the Takahashi must have instilled in their family.

“We sure will!” Inuyasha said. Kagome laughed as they shut the cab door.

“Lucky kids…” the cabbie muttered. He drove off.

 

* * * *

 

Sesshomaru knew he and Rin would have to work on this for a bit longer than their hours indicated. Several of his growing and hopeful partners poked in to say goodnight, and even Myoga had grinned at seeing them together, but Sesshomaru was resolute. He wasn't here to prey upon his secretary, he was here to work. With her diligence and dedication, he could only know she meant the same.

But as the hours went on, and they ordered dinner in together, and got comfortable, Sesshomaru desperately began to wish this were not so. Rin seemed to get him to open up more and more verbally, and they conversed with ease. As the night wore on, Sesshomaru had loosened his tie, and let it hang unceremoniously around his neck. His suit jacket was off and lying over the back of his chair. His hair was loose enough in its customary ponytail that it seemed to cascade over his shoulders as if untied.

Rin had let her hair down, and opened the top two buttons of her blouse. She had kicked her shoes off and moved around the office in stocking feet. Sesshomaru found his gaze following her more and more as the offices quieted down for the night. Rin was an attractive young woman that was getting dangerously close to his affections. He had to wonder offhand if this was what Takeyoshi had in mind. But when Rin smiled brightly at him and her fingers traced dangerously close to his over the folders between their laps, he couldn't think it hard enough. He had to be strong. He had to be resolute.

“Why are you so tense all the time, Takahashi-san?” Rin asked kindly. Her eyes twinkled as she ran a hand over Sesshomaru's shoulder. He tensed further.

“Stress one would think. Making this company again from the ground up is making me wonder how Father was ever able to do it…” Sesshomaru groused. The scent of jasmine and bright open approval from a young woman was part of it. He couldn't keep his gaze from following the lithe curves of her young body when he hoped she wouldn't notice. Rin liked to tuck her legs under her as she sat on his spare couch with him he noticed. She looked like a free young woman here by choice. But was she?

Rin laughed and asked him if he minded. Before he could answer, Rin's small daring hands were massaging his shoulders through the thin fabric of his dress shirt. Sesshomaru tried not to melt. He snorted through his nose as Rin idly spoke to him about keeping healthy and open to possibilities. Sesshomaru's mind started to turn red as errant passion grabbed hold of him. He turned and his large hands took Rin's elbows captive.

“Takahashi-san! What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wide, but not with fear. Sesshomaru could almost hear the beating of her heart thumping in her curved breast. He licked his lip.

“Sesshomaru…” he granted her to call him by his given name. Then he leaned down to kiss her. Rin's hands pressed against his chest, almost to repel, but then they twined around his neck. Sesshomaru leaned her back down on the floor.

 

* * * *

 

Kagome unlocked the door and she and Inuyasha crowded in the entryway to take their shoes off. Kagome straightened and was almost knocked over by Inuyasha's close proximity.

“Inuyasha!” she laughed. The man's arms locked around her slim waist and adjusted her. Kagome turned as his lips sought hers. They kissed deeply. Kagome giggled when they separated, but Inuyasha noted it was a very nervous one. Was she as apprehensive about this night as he was? His gaze lowered to her heaving chest. She was as eager as he was at any rate…

“Yes?” he murmured. Kagome took his elbows in her hands and walked backwards into the large apartment. Inuyasha followed her like a puppy.

“At least come inside,” she laughed. Inuyasha let go of her with a simple kiss to the cheek as she moved around the kitchen.

“What do you want for dinner?” she asked. Inuyasha's mind came up with several pleasing alternatives.

“Just whatever you're having,” he said offhand. Kagome fussed around the small kitchen and came back with a glass of wine for him. It was rather pleasing to sit in her couch, sipping while she played with his hair. He tried not to cringe in a pleasant way when her fingers massaged his neck. Inuyasha leaned back and sighed. Kagome sat with her legs tucked under her and ran her hand down his chest. His torso concaved beneath her touch. This wasn't an addiction, it was where he wanted to be.

“What if I want to have you?” Kagome asked nervously. Inuyasha watched her lick her lip. He set his glass down and hers too. Kagome's eyes looked nervously up into his when he held her face in his hands.

“Then that's good, because I want you back…” he murmured. His words sounded so corny to his ears, but Kagome's smile brightened the dimly lit apartment. Their mouths met softly, then with growing passion. Inuyasha whuffed when Kagome moved to lie on top of him, surprised at her tenacity. His hands stayed nicely at her hips, then moved lower as the moment heated up. All of her curves were pressing into him nicely and he shifted his thighs, restless as his stiffening arousal was almost ignored. When Kagome's thighs parted around his hips, driving him mad, Inuyasha planted his bare feet on the couch, and lifted his hips. Kagome gasped with surprise. This pressed his clothed member right where she needed it most. Inuyasha almost grinned madly as she paused, feeling him. Then his smile died on his lips and a strangled gasp escaped when she smiled knowingly, worked him with her hips, but angled low to press her breasts against him.

The full body contact made his fingers twitch. No woman ever made him want to lose his mind like this. He had kindly told his intellect to take a long walk off a short pier, preferring the short simplistic urges his mind was growling. When his hands pushed at her skirt, and tugged at her blouse, Kagome parted his lips with her tongue.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. Kagome never had taken the initiative this way with her other boyfriends; she felt she wouldn't add up. She had always waited for their lead, always waited to see if they wanted her. With Inuyasha, she didn't have to wait for reassurance. His sweet touches before made her comfortable, and his ravenous lust was enough to make any woman feel confidant.

Kagome giggled into his mouth as his large hands moved under her skirt to cup the globes of her rear separated from his grasping digits by white lace. How many women had the young Takahashi been with? Lucky girls, all she would bet… When she moved her hips against him in short thrusts, her young man groaned under her and stopped.

“What…” she started to ask when Inuyasha kissed her heatedly.

“Not too quick… I want to last,” he gasped. Kagome's ego boasted to satellite heights with his honest panting words. She laid sweetly on him and kissed him deeply. Their passion stretched taut and slowly instead of two-second explosive. All too soon Inuyasha was hot to continue and he wrestled for domination. Kagome squealed when he rolled her off the couch and he followed her quickly, pinning her down beneath him.

She tried to crawl backwards to the bedroom, and Inuyasha's movements to follow and keep her pinned excited her to primal levels. His hands had worked her blouse open (tearing it more than like, Kagome was sure) and her bra was unsnapped to allow him access. In his eagerness to get to her breasts, Inuyasha had torn it in two, but Kagome didn't care. She would find the torn edges of her bra later and realize what had happened, but for now, his warm mouth suckling and teasing her nipples had her full attention.

Inuyasha was pleased when Kagome's arms lay over her head and she groaned. He kissed the edge of her nipple almost sweetly, and moved to the other one. He was ready to take her now, but wanted things to last.

“Inuyasha, come with me…” she whispered. Her hands moved up and down his back. Inuyasha knelt up and picked her up in his arms. Her legs wound around his hips and she clung to his shoulders.

“I know, I'll come with you…” he whispered huskily and Kagome knew he was as far gone as she was. Their kisses grew in urgency when he laid her on her back. Kagome's hands moved up and down his chest and belly, bare to her gaze. His muscles concaved enticingly. When Kagome worked on his belt, he hissed and held her hands.

“Let me….” He growled and Kagome propped her head on her arm to watch him unzip his pants and work his boxers low. She flushed, and throbbed openly for him. Before she could ask for sensible needs of protection like in the past, Inuyasha dug into his pants pocket and pulled out a wrapper. Her heart warmed considerably as he covered his rampant stiffness. Inuyasha gasped, feeling his lust carry him along. Kagome murmured with surprise into his mouth as he ravaged her lips with his own. His tongue thrust indicating what he wanted from her, and his hands tugged her panties down and away.

“Inuyasha…” her boyfriend seemed to groan at the tone she said his name in.

“I'm sorry, love…I can't wait!” he pushed her skirt, still fastened, up against her hips, and spread her thighs. Kagome welcomed him, biting her lip as he stretched her full so quickly. Her head fell back at the quick entry, but it wasn't of pain. Inuyasha watched her, his eyes wide. This was it, this was the real deal. Other girls and women had always seemed an act, on a guess to what they wanted, but with Kagome he knew her expressions of passion weren't faked. They weren't there for his approval.

Inuyasha plowed her steadily, biting his lip to keep from losing it so fast. He had lost his mind the instant she had gotten on top of him on the couch and his animalistic instincts told him to keep thrusting, keep stretching her. She was enjoying it, and she was, but the grasps of Inuyasha's sensibility tried to speak. Let her have more pleasure, let her last…

“Uhn!” he grunted, almost freezing. Kagome clawed his back as he pressed her hard into the mattress, his weight thrusting her into a rocking position in the bed. Inuyasha's ego was pleased when Kagome cried out wildly beneath him. He was barely able to last a moment later, before losing it completely. Kagome held his hips as he dove into her wildly, straining and bucking as he filled the condom with his end.

Inuyasha collapsed against her, the edges of his mind trying to work. Kagome cradled him, gasping wordlessly.

Inuyasha's ear wanted to twitch through his half-sleepy gaze. “Is something burning?” he slurred. Kagome kissed him deeply, squeezing him deliciously between her hips.

“That's our dinner… Let me up, and I'll be right back,” she whispered. Inuyasha separated and lay on his side, exhausted. Kagome sprinted to the kitchen to save what was left of the meal. When she came back, Inuyasha smiled and held his arms out for her.

 

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Sesshomaru's mind was a haze of touch, scent and sound. Rin's thighs were parted beneath his weight, high around his hips, and cradling him on top of her. He couldn't stop from rocking his growing arousal back and forth on her. Rin's moans drifted lazily to his sensitive ears and her mouth was pliant under his. His tongue gently parted her lips and moved in her mouth, a lazy indication of what he wanted. When Rin caressed her tongue against his, he thought his mind would explode. Rin's hands moved up and down his back, rubbing him more tenderly than he would think.

Sesshomaru's gaze and wandering hands moved up her thighs. Her stockings were smooth on her legs, and ended at the thigh. His hands felt the small expanse of smooth skin between the stocking and her silken panties. The stockings were attached to a garter belt, he surmised, and Sesshomaru's mind tinged red at the corners. Did she always dress this sexy? Or was this strictly for his benefit? Was this an act? His mouth moved from her lips and down her throat. One hand tugged at her blouse buttons as he kept his weight on his elbows.

“Sessh…” Rin moaned. Sesshomaru's eyes flicked up to her beautiful face. She called him Sessh! Only Izayoi had ever called him that when he was a child. Hearing that shortened version of his given name evoked more feelings in him than he would have wanted. It also brought a fresh surge of blood to his groin. Rin gasped highly as she tried to rub harder against him. Sesshomaru felt his sight glaze over between the frictions of their clothing.

“Rin…” he murmured, his lips curving up into a sad smile as he gazed at her bra-clad breasts open to his gaze. He kissed the curve of her breast as Rin's hands ran through his hair.

“Sessh… is this good?” she asked. Sesshomaru's mind rapidly agreed and so did his arousal, but something didn't seem right. Oh, she was ready and willing as he, there was no doubt. It took every clawed grasp at the self-control Sesshomaru had instilled in himself years ago not to open his pants and plunge into her right there. But unlike his half brother's perverted friend, he didn't carry around protection. The thought of endangering an innocent young woman with the consequences of quick passion cooled his ardor. This Sesshomaru couldn't spread his seed like a careless prince.

“Yes….” He moaned as he tried to get at a nipple. Concentrating on her breasts was good exercise to calm him down and he stilled his hips against her. “It's very good… but we can't go further.”

Rin knelt up on her elbows and regarded her half-flustered boss. His hair was tousled from her wandering hands, his chest was heaving. The bulge pressing against her told her he was not so distant as not to feel something from her affections, but his gaze was steady. Rin reached up to cup his cheek. The simple gesture made his eyes terribly vulnerable. Sesshomaru closed his eyes and trembled. What was this woman doing to him?

“Why, Sesshomaru? Am I not pleasing to you?” she asked softly. Sesshomaru knelt up over her and to the side. Rin rolled on her side and tried to cover her breasts. Her skirt had been pushed up over her hips and the lace of her undergarments showed. She crossed her thighs as her boss looked down at himself, sighing mightily. His wide shouldered arched high with the movement.

“You are, Rin-kun… but you are my secretary. We should have a healthy working relationship,” he said lowly. Rin's heart clenched hearing his lecturing tone distancing himself from her again. She had started to fall for the stoic businessman from the first few days of getting to know his habits. She touched his shoulder. Sesshomaru seemed to hold his breath.

“We can, Sesshomaru… but can't we have our own relationship?” she bravely ventured. Sesshomaru tried not to waver but the power her small hand had just touching his shoulder was enough to overwhelm him. Who was this woman and why did she have strength over his indomitable self-discipline? Sesshomaru turned, his dark hair cascading loosely over his back.

“We…might. You are wonderful in what you do here, Rin-kun.” Rin shushed him with a finger to his lips.

“Call me Rin-kun around your partners. You don't have to if we see each other…” she smiled. Sesshomaru felt his heart twinge and almost give. He almost smiled for her.

“Rin. Shall I see you at work tomorrow?” Sesshomaru asked. Rin kissed his cheek.

“Same time, right? You know I'll be here,” she said. Her heart thudded happily. Things weren't out of reach for them! She was so glad that things hadn't ended badly.

 

Sesshomaru waved until she left his office and looked down at himself in disgust. He knew what he would be doing as soon as Rin was far enough away to have left for the night.

As Rin left the office building, her cell phone rang. The young woman checked her watch and shook her head. It was a good thing things had ended this way, for it would have run into the time to check in. She clicked the phone open and frowned into the distance.

“Yes. I know. Yes, work is going well. Yes, I'll keep you informed. Good night, Father,” Rin whispered. She hung up the phone and touched her hand to her brow in sadness. Casting one last look to Sesshomaru's office, she turned to hail a cab.

 

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