InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ New Moon ❯ Bad Timing ( Chapter 1 )

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Bad Timing

Any careful observer - it would have to be a careful observer to survive taiyoukai's presence - would describe the Lord of the West using words like elegant, remote, and dangerous. Also predatory, graceful, sadistic, fastidious, sexy, frigid, terrifying, pristine, psychotic, and controlled, but we shall leave the vocabulary exercise for another day. Back to Sesshoumaru.

The elegant, remote, dangerous youkai lord who right now... wasn't any of those things.

Instead, Sesshoumaru was dishevelled, limping, and cursing life, the universe, and every last female ever born, not excepting Rin, as he staggered away from the scene of his latest victory.

He was not in a good mood.

Until an hour ago, it had been a pleasantly calm and enjoyable night. Rin was asleep and silent, for once. Jaken was elsewhere and inoffensive, for once. Any possible enemies were cowering in the shadows in dread fear of the venomous lord, but he felt no desire for a fight, so that was also pleasing.

And then she showed up.

The female.

The female inuyoukai.

The female inuyoukai, in heat.

The female inuyoukai, in heat, who wanted to mate.

The female inuyoukai, in heat, who wanted to mate, with the Lord of the West.

The female inuyoukai, in heat, who wanted to mate, with the Lord of the West, and who wouldn't take no for an answer.

Damn all females.

Sesshoumaru collapsed awkwardly against the trunk of a nearby tree. He supressed a growl as his body throbbed, a multitude of cuts and bruises blending with the sexual fever incited by the blasted female's heat to form a crescendo of pain. He had destroyed the bitch, refusing to allow his instincts to trap him in an undesired, undesirable mating, but the effect of her scent would linger for hours, leaving him desperate to rut with any female who crossed his path.

Kagome stomped along the path that lead from Kaede's village to the Bone Eater's well. She was frustrated, and irritated, and ready to scream.

It had been a pleasant day. No rumors of shards had arisen to send them racing across the Japanese countryside. No Naraku had arisen to torment them with their various pains. It was the day before the new moon, and Inuyasha wanted to stay somewhere familiar and safe for a change. Miroku had kept his hands to himself, and even Shippou had been less mischevious than normal, leaving the group to relax in the almost unprecedented absence of squabbling.

And then he showed up.

Kouga.

The wolf youkai who wouldn't take no for an answer.

So of course, rather than let Kagome handle things, Inuyasha had to start a massive brawl. The fight had resulted in the destruction of several huts in the village, and the trampling of at least one farmer's field before Kouga had finally left.

At which point Inuyasha had the gall to growl at her and complain that she was letting the wolf youkai distract her from their quest.

Which was normal, and wouldn't have been a problem except ...

That was when she showed up.

Kikyou.

Kagome's pre-incarnation and Inuyasha's first love.

So of course Inuyasha had to run off after her, immediately and completely forgetting the supremely important quest he was in the middle of lecturing Kagome about. He was gone before she could even sit him.

Damn all males, Kagome thought. And all walking corpses too.

She was going to go home, take a nice hot shower and sleep in a nice soft bed. And maybe release some of that other frustration that she was having to ignore more often now that she and Inuyasha seemed to have increased the pace of their game of "he loves me, he loves me not."

She was nearing the well when the night sounds suddenly fell silent.

Kagome froze, instincts honed by long years of running into and away from demons warning her that something dangerous was near. She extended her senses, trying to find whatever had disturbed the night creatures, and found a familiar, coldly powerful presence approaching rapidly from ahead of her.

"Dammit, why now?" she asked the gods as she began to retreat hurriedly along the path she had just crossed, hoping that Sesshoumaru would pass by the village with no trouble. Her foot caught on a partially buried rock on the trail, and she stumbled. Before she could recover her balance, a white-clad arm encircled her, lifting her to her feet and pressing her back against a taut male form.

The taiyoukai had arrived.

"Hello, Sesshoumaru." Kagome stated evenly, trying to keep calm. Screaming would only get her killed more quickly.

"Miko." The tone of his greeting startled her. His voice was ragged and low, nearly a growl.

What...? she wondered, and was further surprised when he drew a deep breath, pulling her closer for a brief moment before letting her go. Oh, Gods, she thought as she realized what she had felt pressing into her in that instant of contact.

The youkai lord was sexually aroused. And he was circling her slowly, his long silken hair brushing gently against her skin as he sniffed her, sampling her scent. Kagome felt a chill run through her at the brief contact, fear and something hotter colliding somewhere low in her stomach and washing away rational thought.

Sesshoumaru was a beautiful male. Kagome had always known that, in an abstract sort of way. But the thought took on more immediacy as his posture and the sound of his growls let her know that he found her appealing as well, and that he intended to do something about it.

Just as her faltering mind reached that conclusion, she felt sharp fangs graze lightly up the side of her neck, not quite hard enough to draw blood, but enough to send shivers of trepidation over her skin. His hot breath licked at her ear, and she swallowed a moan as she heard him murmur a single syllable into the delicate pink shell.

"Run."

As Sesshoumaru spoke he gave the priestess a gentle push. She needed no second invitation. Raw reflex drove her away from the predator behind her and into the darkened woods as though she had been fired from a cannon. Branches whipped at her exposed skin as she passed, raising red welts, but she barely felt them. A flash of white appeared to her left and she veered away from it instinctively, moving deeper into the woods.

A part of Kagome knew that she wouldn't be able to get away, that Sesshoumaru was merely playing with her. There was no way she could outrace the inhuman lord. Her common sense warned her to scream and hope her friends could rescue her in time. Something else kept her quiet.

Perhaps it was blind panic that kept her reacting instead of thinking. Perhaps it was the shock of having the cold, contained Sesshoumaru following her with something other than murder on his mind. Or perhaps it was the tiny part of her that exulted in being pursued by an attractive male who obviously wanted her, Kagome.

Whatever it was, it kept her quiet as she raced through the woods. She heard a footfall behind her and dodged to the left, just in time to avoid a lunge. She spun around a tree, a breathless laugh falling from her lips as she kept the obstacle between them. This was fun!

The standoff lasted only a few seconds: there was a green glow and the tree vanished into a cloud of acid and splinters. Kagome shrieked and jumped back, trying to regain the lost ground, but it was too late. Sesshoumaru lept, capturing her by the waist and dragging them both to the ground.

Kagome found herself on her back, staring up at her captor, fascinated by the emotions showing on his usually blank face. Triumph glowed in his golden eyes, and the exhilaration of having captured his prey, as he brought his mouth down on hers, claiming it in a demanding kiss. Caught up in the moment, Kagome responded, parting her lips and darting her tongue out to taste him, causing him to growl low in his throat.

He tasted of thunderstorms, she thought dazedly as he invaded her mouth, devouring every last corner. She tried to break away to breathe, but he snarled and kept her in place until she went limp under him, dizziness sweeping through her. As she stopped fighting he lifted his head, a rumble of approval coming from his throat.

For a moment they stared into each other's eyes.

"Why?" she asked, searching for answers in his face.

"Because this Sesshoumaru wishes it," he informed her.

"I'm human," she pointed out, well aware of his opinion of her 'inferior kind.'

He growled warningly. "For this night it matters not," he told her, and she could hear the truth in his words. For a suspended heartbeat Kagome tried to convince herself to stop this now, while it might still be possible, but she was young and primed to mate, and the chase and capture had brought primitive impulses to life in her. She surrendered to the night, and to him, dragging his mouth back down to hers. She could see the surprise in his eyes before hers closed and she lost herself in the kiss.

His head lifted again and Kagome whimpered with loss. Before she could lunge up after him, she felt a tug at her shirt, and suddenly it was being pulled over her head, leaving her breasts covered only by a tiny lace bra.

"Beautiful," she heard him whisper as he lowered his head to catch a taut peak between his lips, drawing strongly on it through the scratchy fabric. Another whimper broke in her throat and she arched up, pressing her soft flesh more firmly against him, wordlessly begging for more of the rapture inducing touch.

"You like that?" he asked with a husky chuckle that told her he already knew what her answer would be. The hot caress of his breath over her barely covered skin sent heat streaking down to the base of her stomach, as though there was a direct connection from her breasts to her groin.

"Yes," she moaned, lifting her hands to try to unfasten the front clasp of the bra. "Please..." her voice broke off as he caught his hands in hers, pressing them gently down on the grass by her shoulders.

"Keep them there," he ordered firmly as he used his clawed hand to tear at the delicate fabric, shredding it in seconds and exposing her breasts to his heated gaze.

"All right," she panted, willing to do anything to keep him from stopping. He blew at the newly naked flesh, and Kagome felt her nipples draw even tighter under the stream of heated air. The ephemeral touch wasn't enough though, she needed more. "But touch me, please Sesshoumaru. I want your mouth on me again."

He complied, bending once more to the soft mounds, capturing one dusty pink nipple between his teeth and savaging it gently as his hand came up to tease at the other breast. Heat gathered under his touch, driving everything but pleasure from her thoughts. She twisted, trying to get closer to the wet friction, panting and whimpering when he sucked one breast into his mouth as though he would devour it whole. Sesshoumaru rumbled his approval, the vibrations passing into her and joining the swirling tension building in her core.

His lips and fingers were everywhere, learning her curves, discovering places that made her moan and beg for more. Her throat was sensitive, they discovered, the feel of his mouth pressing hard over her throbbing pulse causing her to shriek and jerk under his touch. He opened his mouth farther, pressing his fangs into her soft flesh until the skin broke, drawing a drop of sweet, salty blood to the surface.

"Ah!" she cried as he licked the precious fluid away, obviously savoring the taste of her. The knowlege that it pleased him pleased her, and she tilted her head back to give him better access as his lips tugged at the small wound, drawing another bead. She was so distracted by the exchange that she didn't notice the hand gliding down her flat belly until it stopped to dip into the indentation of her navel, discovering even more sensitive nerve endings to torment.

"Please, Sesshoumaru," she begged, raising her hands to weave them through his hair, pulling him over her so she could rub up against him, glorying in the feel of his solid weight pressing down into her softness. Her hands reached down to tug at Sesshoumaru's haori, wanting to give him the kind of pleasure he was giving her. He growled his displeasure and raised his head. The cold night air on her wet nipples was an erotic contrast to the heat of his mouth, distracting Kagome until she almost missed hearing his words.

"What did I tell you?" he demanded, staring commandingly into her dazed eyes.

Kagome moaned, lost without his touch. She frantically tried to remember what he had asked her. Why had he stopped touching her? What did he want her to do?

The answer broke into her mind, and she pouted, lowering her hands obediently from where they were trying to find a way under his outer garment to press them back against the ground. But I want to touch him too, she thought sulkily.

As though reading her mind, Sesshoumaru lifted himself off her, his hands going to the fastenings of his clothing. Several practiced movements later they fell away, baring his torso to her avid gaze. Her fingers twitched at the sight, begging to caress his muscular chest and shoulders, to explore the line where a temporary arm was grafted to the stump Inuyasha had left him with in that fight so long ago.

A feral grin crossed the youkai lord's face and he reached out to draw one clawed finger across her nearest palm, sending a rush of sensation up her arm that had her closing her eyes and shuddering with pleasure.

"Are you going to keep them down?" he asked huskily, daring her to admit the truth.

Her eyes locked with his, and Kagome shook her head slowly, defiantly. The decision made, she let her hands rise from the ground, dragging them up the soft skin of his stomach to twirl her fingers around the flat nipples that adorned his broad chest. She nearly purred with pleasure at the feel of his taut muscles, but Sesshoumaru growled, shivering under her touch, and then drew back, catching up something from the ground beside him.

"We'll have to do something about that then, won't we," he told her tauntingly. "After all, you did promise." His hands caught at hers, and she felt silk wrap around one wrist. Before she could process what had happened, he had tied one end of his obi around her wrist and was lowering her arm to lie beside her head. With a few quick flicks of his wrist he had the sash wrapped around her neck and was fettering her remaining hand. Goal achieved, the demon lord drew back to examine his captive.

Kagome shifted uneasily at this turn of events, suddenly aware of just what she was doing, and with who. "Sesshoumaru?" she asked uncertainly, only to be answered with a predatory smile, and the return of his hand to her breasts. He captured one soft mound in his hand, squeezing it firmly, and Kagome moaned as a mixture of excitement and fear shot through her, amplifying her arousal.

"That's better," he told her, his touch soothing as he stroked the memory of his roughness away. Kagome relaxed, reassured somewhat by the gentle touch. He watched her carefully as she tugged at the silken bonds, trying to free herself. She quickly discovered that any attempt to loose her hands resulted in her cutting off her air supply when the loop around her throat tightened. She was trapped, she realized, and completely at the mercy of a youkai known to have none.

"Sesshoumaru?" she asked again, her voice becoming a bit shrill as she felt nervousness begin to overcome her arousal. She kept her wary eyes were glued to his every movement when he brought his hair over his shoulder, letting it fall onto her body. He shook his head, sending her sensitized nerves into a frenzy as the silver strands danced across her skin. She shivered under the tiny caresses, and he took it as a sign to proceed.

"I like you this way," he told her as he lowered his mouth to hover over her breasts, letting his breath caress them as he spoke. "Naked," he licked one stiff tip, "defenseless," he kissed the other, not so gently. Kagome shuddered and tried to retreat, but there was nowhere for her to go. "Mine to take," he continued, rolling the words off his tongue, savoring them and the image of her spread beneath him. Golden eyes locked with her confused ones as he closed his fingers tightly around one engorged peak, clamping down hard until she cried out in pain.

Just when Kagome was about to give in to panic, he freed her and drew the injured nub into his mouth, his tongue gently lapping away the pain. The relief was overwhelming, washing through her in a wave, and Kagome heard herself cry out when he returned to carefully nipping and nibbling down from the tormented nipple into the valley between her breasts. Smothered passion sparked back to life, rushing through her like wildfire as he kissed a spiral up the other soft mound, nearing the other sensitive crest. Her need for him swept away her fear and made her forget vulnerable position. Kagome gave herself up to the sensations he was creating in her body, allowing mindlessness to consume her.

Kagome whimpered her displeasure as she felt Sesshoumaru's mouth abandon her breasts. She twisted and arched beneath him, wordlessly pleading for his return, but he dropped one last kiss between her breasts and moved lower, leaving a trail of damp heat on her skin to contrast with the night air. He licked and sucked at the soft flesh of her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel. He kissed the indentation as though it were a tiny mouth, and Kagome moaned with pleasure, her mind fogging as she imagined his mouth caressing places lower, wetter. She didn't even notice his hands working at the fastenings of her jeans.

He parted the stiff fabric and tugged it down over her hips, his hands following every curve of her body, dragging the thin fabric of her panties with them. In moments, she was completely naked. He drew his fingers back up her legs, clawed and unclawed digits tracing seductive patterns up her inner thighs until they rested just below her most intimate flesh.

Sesshoumaru lifted his head, staring up at her over the length of her body. Kagome met the challenge in his golden gaze and knew what he wanted. She wanted to give it to him, but found herself instinctively clamping her thighs together, her natural modesty overriding her body's desires.

He growled, obviously unhappy with her reluctance, but lowered his head to begin kissing his way back up her body. He started where his fingers lay, lapping at the line of her hip, and then took his time moving up to her side, tracing the outline of the scar left behind by the Shikon on Tama's extraction curiously. His tongue grazed along the inside of her hipbone, and Kagome jumped, startled by the intense sensations the caress generated. He growled appreciatively and dragged his open mouth over the curve of her belly, his fangs scraping over her soft skin and leaving Kagome shivering with pleasure.

Satisfied with her response, he drew a trail down towards the juncture of her thighs with his tongue, sending it burrowing through the tight dark curls in search of her most sensitive spot. Kagome gasped as he found her clit, rubbing over it with fleeting strokes that sent heat swirling through her, and her thighs fell open, pleading for more of the exquisite torture.

Sesshoumaru growled his approval against her damp flesh, and her toes curled as the sound vibrated through her sensitized flesh. He licked down to her entrance and Kagome threw her legs open farther, desperate for more of his touch. He lapped at her, adding his moisture to her own, easing the way so he could slide one finger into her heated body. "Oh yes, oh, yessss," Kagome whimpered as he stroked the digit into her, pleasure sweeping through her at his intimate invasion. "Ah, more! Sesshoumaru!" He rewarded her pleading by adding a second finger, pumping into her swollen core and drawing broken sounds of need from her. He separated his fingers as he drew them back out, stretching her carefully, and tension began to coil under his touch. He curled one finger, and Kagome jolted, stars shooting behind her eyes as he found a new spot to torment.

She was panting now, twisting frantically against his mouth and hands, her body clenching as she begged him for release. A high keening wail rose in her throat as her world narrowed to the feel of his flesh sliding against hers. "Almost, almost...Oh God!!!" she nearly screamed, forgetting about her bound hands and trying to reach down to hold his head in place. The sound was cut off by the tightening noose. Taking the throttled sound as a cue, Sesshoumaru bit down firmly on her swollen nub, sending shimmering spasms of pleasure rushing through her while the still tightening cord cut off her scream of ecstasy. His mouth kept working at her convulsing body, driving her up and over the edge again until she collapsed into gold speckled darkness.

As he felt the miko go limp underneath him, Sesshoumaru raised his head to check and make sure that her bonds were loose enough to permit blood to flow. He didn't want her harmed, simply helpless. Assured that she was fine, and would recover, he leaned back, stroking a hand up over her lush curves, savoring the silky texture of her skin.

When he had first caught her scent, he had been furious. He, Sesshoumaru, was on the verge of giving in to the lustful instincts that even his strong control could not completely supress, and who should venture along but his brother's human. He had raced towards, her, fully intending to kill her the way he had the audacious inu bitch, but as he had neared her, her scent had reached out to envelop him in the fragrance of spring flowers and rain. And a faint tinge of lust.

Sesshoumaru had been lost.

His body wanted a female to ease the lust coiling through his veins like acid.

Somewhere ahead of him in the woods was a female ready for a male.

For a moment, just a moment, he had revolted before losing the battle he had been fighting for hours. He would find the female, rut on her, and ease both of their need.

She had reminded him of her humanity, but it had been irrelevant. She was not in heat, and years of battles as enemies and reluctant allies had taught him to respect her as he did few others, even among youkai. She would not bear a hanyou, and she was a worthy enough partner for a night.

He had surprised when she had submitted so easily. Surprised, and incredibly aroused.

Mating among youkai was a form of battle, the male and female fighting for dominance, for control, for victory. It was not uncommon for a rutting pair to leave each other bruised and bloody by the end of the night.

Sesshoumaru hated it.

Dominance and control were part of his basic nature. He commanded, others obeyed. But not female youkai, not when they were in heat.

But this human female...

Kagome.

Though he had never used her name, he had heard it often, and had remembered it for some time now.

Kagome had not fought.

Though he had been able to tell from her scent that she had never known a male, she had stood motionless while he marked her with his scent, given him the chase his predatory nature demanded, and then given him her body to do with as he chose. No snarling youkai female could have given him as much pleasure as she had, bound and helpless before him.

His enemy, his brother's wench.

His.

He did not regret his choice this night.

It had pleased him to watch her writhe and beg for his touch as he pleasured her.

And it would please him more to have her pleasure him.

Kagome drifted in a golden haze of comfort, not quite asleep, not quite awake, aware only that her body felt lazy and warm, better than she could ever remember. Warm caresses pulled her out of the syrupy bliss and she purred, arching into the hands stroking over her, luxuriating in the sensations they sent shimmering through her.

A warm mouth closed over hers, demanding entrance, and she obeyed, parting her lips to permit the questing tongue tangle with hers, savoring the spicy taste of the kiss. A warm male body pressed down on hers, and she arched up to welcome it. Her hands came up to wrap around his neck only to fall short as they reached the end of their short range.

Kagome opened her eyes, puzzled for a moment before a warm mouth closing over her nipple reminded her of what she was doing. Electric sparks shot out from the talented mouth, wiping away any concerns she might have had and replacing them with a burning need for more of the pleasure she had just experienced.

But this time she needed something more.

"Sesshoumaru," she panted as his mouth drew a trail back down her stomach towards her aching heat, "please, Sesshoumaru, let me go." She tugged at the restraining silk. "Let me touch you. Please."

His head lifted, golden eyes meeting her heavy lidded onces as silver hair trailed over her oversensitive skin. He stared at her assessingly, and she grew increasingly desperate.

"Please, I need to touch you." She would beg for this, as she had begged for so many other things this night, and as he had before he gave in, rising to slice through her bonds with a sharp jerk of one deadly claw.

Her hands rose to his broad shoulders as though drawn by magnets, fingertips gently tracing the curves of his long muscles, learning the textures of his skin.

"Oh!"Her eyes closed as she concentrated the tactile delight of him, warm velvet over steel. He lowered his head once more and closed his mouth over the pulse point he had discovered earlier and she whimpered and thrashed for a moment before deciding to see how the caress affected him.

She twined her hands through his hair, tugging gently, and he bared his throat to her. He tasted of salt and musk as she licked down the firm column to the pulsing throb at it's base. She kissed it gently and he groaned, the strokes of his hands becoming a bit harder, a bit less controlled. She bit lightly, and found herself flat on her back, with her legs spread and an unfamiliar but oh, so wonderful hardness stroking against her softest flesh.

"What do you want?" he whispered, wanting to hear her voice asking him to claim her. "Tell me, miko, what do you want?"

Any modesty she might have had had been burned away in the earlier conflagration and she answered truthfully. "You, Sesshoumaru. I want to feel you inside me." He lowered his head to rest it on her shoulder, a low rumbling in his throat telling her that she had said the right thing. She arched her back, rubbing invitingly against his arousal. "I want you inside me now."

"Then you shall have me." He rose over her, bracing himself on his forearms as he drove his length into her inch by slow, tormenting inch. Kagome went still under his invasion, her inner muscles protesting the unfamiliar feeling, but he didn't let it slow him, continuing until he was completely enveloped by her heat.

"So you have me, miko," he murmured, grinding his hips into hers and causing her to whimper and tense. "Do you like it?"

Kagome tried to relax, adjusting to the foreign sensation. It hadn't hurt, she thought fleetingly, before being distracted by more of the increasingly intriguing friction. "I'm not sure," she muttered, concentrating and finding muscles to flex around him, drawing a groan from the youkai stretched over her. He thrust involontarily deeper and she gasped. That felt absolutely wonderful!

"Do that again!" she ordered, repeating her own actions in encouragement. He obeyed, and she decided. "Yes!!!"

He growled, and set up a fast pace, driving in and out of her so quickly she felt her eyes cross and her toes point as she was caught up in the erotic pull of his body in hers. "Oh god, oh god!!!" She would have screamed but he caught the sound with his own mouth, swallowing it before it could shatter the quiet night. His movements stilled as he waited for her to recover, but he didn't give her long. As soon as her convulsions ebbed he began moving again, driving her back up to the edge.

"No, please!" she gasped, trying to retreat from the feeling of overstimulated nerve endings. "Too much."

Kagome heard him chuckle above her, and felt a thrill shoot through her as he increased his pace again. She suddenly discovered that no, it wasn't too much, it was just right, perfect actually. Just like...

Sesshoumaru suddenly rolled onto his back, pulling her over him, keeping them joined. Kagome moaned her pleasure with this new position and let gravity pull her down onto his stiff length. He groaned underneath her, thrusting helplessly into her tight warmth, and she suddenly understood why he had wanted her bound. It was thrilling to see the taiyoukai lost in passion beneath her as she rode his powerful body. She lowered her head to his throat, searching once more for his pulse. Finding the strong throbbing she bit firmly, drawing another groan from her lover.

His hands came up to clamp on her hips, his claws leaving bloody crescents on her hip as he dragged her down to press tightly against him. The friction distracted her from the tiny pains, and she began to move more rapidly, driving them both towards the ecstasy she knew awaited them. Sesshoumaru lunged up, using a hand in her hair to pull her head back, baring her throat to his mouth. He followed its graceful curve down until he was once more sucking at her breasts, calling forth a now familiar tightening in her groin.

Their bodies ground together, rocking in unison as they raced for completion. Kagome was held taut, unable to move more than her hips as Sesshoumaru drove into her repeatedly, growling low in his throat with every shift of his thick shaft in her slick channel. The friction was overwhelming her, small shivers starting to build as she felt her muscles begin to contract once more.

"Oh, Gods, Sesshoumaru," she panted as she began to rock frantically against him. His body jerked under hers, muscles contracting rhythmically as she felt his seed spurting into her womb in warm liquid surges. "Ahh.. " she moaned as the sensation sent her her over the edge, her straining muscles rippling over his throbbing flesh, the contractions more intense now with him inside of her, pressing open her inner walls. All volontary movement stilled as she concentrated on the feel of him coming inside her, the feel of her coming around him.

Finally, when the continuous waves had died away to occasional twitches and aftershocks, she collapsed onto his chest, exhausted. She settled herself comfortably and felt her eyes drift shut as sleep overwhelmed her.

Kagome woke when she felt her mattress begin to shift under her. Her eyes opened a crack and she realized that it was light out, and she was outdoors. A chilly breeze was blowing across her ... bare ... skin...

Whaa...? she thought confusedly before the nights memories crystallized in her mind. I... Oh, gods. I ... with Sesshoumaru! She jerked upright, staring down at the naked youkai pinned beneath her. Impassive gold eyes stared back up at her.

"It's dawn," she said, looking blindly around her. Oh God, I hope Inuyasha isn't looking for me!

"Indeed." Sesshoumaru sat up, bringing her with him. Kagome lept to her feet, suddenly mortified by, well, everything. Fear had no chance before the onslaught of embarassment. Without the passion swimming in her veins, Kagome was desperate to flee the scene of the ... of her ... the scene.

"I... I have to go," she muttered, grabbing frantically for her discarded clothing. "I have to get back before..."

"Before the idiot hanyou comes after you?" He seemed well aware of her predicament, and Kagome could swear she saw laughter glimmering behind his once more cool gaze.

"This Sesshoumaru would not wish to cause trouble." He stood and pulled on his garments. She wondered dazedly if they had been that tattered when he had found her last night. Or had she done that?

Clothed once more, he came to stand before her, staring down into her bemused blue eyes.

"This Sesshoumaru will not permit what has happened here to change things between us, but he would have you know that he found this a ... very ... pleasurable encounter, Kagome." He pulled her to him and licked up her neck, biting gently at the soft flesh under her jaw. Kagome froze and moaned as banked passion burned back to life, but he simply pushed her away and turned to vanish into the woods as though he had never been.

Kagome stared after him in shock. Long after he was gone, she still stood there, shivering in the clearing where she had given her innocence to one of her most dangerous enemies, and wondering what she was going to do now.

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A/N: *sigh* There I was working on 'The Bargain' and this just insisted on being written. So now I have three stories to deal with. *grumble* Drat hormonal muses anyway. This is going to be sex heavy, but not quite a PWP; I promise (abashedly admit?) that there will be a plot in later chapters. Of course it'll take a while to get there, since I expect this to be updated about once a month. Like I said. Hormones.