InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shear Pleasure ❯ Chapter 13

Chapter 13

 

 

Disclaimer: I still don't own IY. I do however own lots of rum from the Bahamas now.

 

 

 

“I've had better.” Sessh groaned. The food was bland and just didn't compare to authentic Asian cuisine.

“You are such a purist, I swear.” Deidre silently agreed with him, but the employees were standing less than six feet away from them. She dealt with rude customers everyday, she didn't want to be one.

He snorted and stood up. “C'mon. Let's go.” He pushed his chair in and helped her out of hers.

“Where are we going? Crazy? I hate to tell you but I've already been there. It gets old after awhile.”

“You are so funny. Now I know why I keep you around.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, his hand on her back.

“You keep me around because I'm awesome in bed, and you know it.” She smiled as a slight blush crawled up his neck. “I need to start getting my supplies for competition. Do you mind running me to Davidsons?”

“The beauty supply store? That's fine. When do they close?”

Deidre looked at her watch. “If we leave now, we'll have plenty of time. Quit dawdling and let's go. Chop, chop, pretty boy.” She laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

 

 

“Holy shit.” Sessh had honestly never seen so much hair crap in one place. He didn't even know that many different products were produced. How did anyone keep them all straight?

Deidre had grabbed a cart and it was filling fast. Sessh's mind reeled at the estimated cost of everything she had so far. He knew she wasn't poor, but he didn't think she could afford all of that. He wondered if he would offend her by offering to pay for it all.

“Damn it.” She mumbled to herself. She had forgotten her list and was trying to remember everything. She knew that some of the stuff would have to be picked up at the craft store, but she was having a hard time recalling everything she needed from Davidsons. “Hair wefts, Inkworks, track glue, lacquer, makeup, hair nets, bobby pins, hair pins. What else do I need from here? I've got to be missing something.” After several minutes, she shrugged. “Whatever. I'll remember tomorrow.” On her way up front, she passed by the Alterna display. Laughing to herself, she picked up a bottle each of their Caviar shampoo and conditioner. Sessh walked up behind her. “What's that?”

“Oh. Shampoo and conditioner for you. I saw what you have in your bathroom and I'm ashamed.”

“What? Tresseme is professional.”

“Professional crap. I won't stand for it. You're lucky they discontinued the White Truffle shampoo and conditioner, or you'd have that.”

“Why am I lucky?”

“Because it was $90 a bottle.”

Sessh sputtered. “What? What the hell did that shampoo do? Turn your hair into gold?”

“No, it contained rare ingredients and did wonders for the hair. I had some.” She sighed. “I loved that stuff.”

Sessh was dumbfounded. $90 for shampoo. He couldn't imagine spending that much on something that went down the drain. He shook himself out of his thoughts and noticed Deidre already at the front. She was loading everything onto the counter when he regained his place with her. “You got all that?”

“Yeah. It's almost all out of the cart.”

“That's not what I meant.”

Deidre looked at him. “And what exactly do you mean?” She ground out.

He stuttered. “Um, well. I mean, that's quite a lot of stuff and, um.” He trailed off.

“I can pay for it, if that's what you're hinting at. I'm not a pauper.”

“I didn't say that. It's just, you know.”

The beeping from the scanner stopped and Deidre looked at the cashier. “We can discuss this later.”

“Your total is $263.39, ma'am.”

Deidre handed her credit card to the girl. “That was less than I thought.” Finishing her transaction, she grabbed her bags and walked out of the store. She said nothing as Sessh opened the trunk of his car and placed her items in it. She silently climbed into the car and stared out the window.

“I've pissed you off.” It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

She didn't reply.

“I'm sorry. It was extremely rude of me to assume that you couldn't afford it.”

She snorted and muttered under her breath. “Ya damn right.”

“What can I do to make it up to you? Let me know.” He was about ready to beg.

She shrugged. “I'll let you know after I'm done searching the internet for do-it-yourself torture devices.”

“I deserved that.”

“Give the boy a prize.” She snarled derisively. She was so pissed off even she couldn't believe it. She was so offended she couldn't see straight. How cute. Daddy's little rich boy thought she couldn't take care of herself. Humph. Fuck him. The calm, rational part of her mind was telling her to cool it, that he didn't mean it the way she took it. She never listened to that side of her conscience.

Sessh maneuvered into her driveway and parked. He steeped out of the car and was walking around the front of it, when Deidre stepped in front of him. “Open the trunk, please.” She drawled with mock sincerity. He said nothing and complied. She snatched her parcels and pulled her keys out. “Thank you for a lovely evening. Unfortunately, I must cut it short. Those of us in the working class must get our sleep so we can contribute to society.” She stomped up to her door and fumbled with her keys. Slamming her bags on the ground, she got the door open and threw everything inside. As she turned to shut the door, she saw Sessh standing in her driveway, hurt etched all over his face. “Jesus Christ.” She shut the door and clicked the lock.

 

Sessh was speechless. Did she just insult him? To his face? That bitch! He stormed to her door and pounded. “Hold the hell on, Ms. Thing! I hope you don't think you're getting away that easily!” He continued banging on the door, until she drew the curtains back. She glanced at him, sneered and flipped him off. Smiling sweetly, she waved and drew the curtains shut. His jaw dropped. She had some nerve. He knew he could easily rip the door off its hinges, but he knew that wouldn't be the best option. She had no idea what he truly was and now was no time to explain. Growling, he sat on her steps. He knew he should just get in his car and go home, but he couldn't bear the fact that she was mad at him. He snorted. “Why the fuck do I care? Stupid bitch.”

“I heard that, ass clown.” He snapped his head around and glanced at Deidre. She stood behind him, her arms crossed over her chest. An ample chest at that. “Damn, no thoughts like that right now. I'm mad at her.” He mused to himself. “I may be a bitch, but I'm far from stupid, thank you very much.” Her quip brought him back to his senses.

“Could've fooled me.” He spat out. He hadn't meant for it to come out quite as harsh as it did.

“You want to argue, huh?” She cooed. “Good, I like a man with a temper.”

Sessh's eyes widened. She was baiting him. Damn her. He was completely whipped and she knew it. His manly pride wouldn't let him concede. “Temper, eh? You haven't seen my temper, sweet thing.”

“I'm shaking. Really.” Her smirk grew. She was enjoying this entirely too much. She had gotten over being mad almost as soon as she had closed the door. It was in her nature to be argumentative, however. And this was the perfect opportunity. She hadn't had a good argument in quite some time. She wasn't captain of the high school debate team for nothing.

“I'll make you tremble, all right.” He pulled himself up and towered over her. She looked at him, eyebrow cocked. “Do you doubt this Sesshomaru?” That was a slip from his tongue.

She laughed. “This Sesshomaru?” Deidre wiped tears from her eyes. “What the fuck is that about? You sound like a pompous ass.” Laughing harder, she spoke. “I can't even finish this argument. Thanks. You've robbed me of a rousing good time.”

Sessh wasn't ready to quit. “You dare to laugh at this Sesshomaru? Impudent wench.”

“Stop! You're killing me. Oh my god. I can't breathe.” If she was laughing any harder, she'd be on the ground. “Wench,” She snorted. “How quaint.”

A smile teased at the corner of his lips. He decided to milk this for all it was worth. “This Sesshomaru will not stand for your insolence. Do you seek my wrath?” It felt weird to him, to revert to his old speech patterns. Deidre thought he was being cute, but it brought back memories. He wondered what she would think when she found out how old he really was. He'd keep her in the dark for now.

“Oh, forgive me, my lord. I prostrate myself before your gracious feet. Please show mercy.” She threw herself down on the ground in front of him. She was a smart ass through and through. This was pure comedic gold. She ran with it. “I plead with you. Spare my life. I am not worth soiling your perfect hands.”

Sessh growled. That woman. Only she would turn this into comedy hour. “Rise, wench.” He lifted her off the ground. “You have insulted me terribly. What reparations do you intend to offer?”

“I have nothing of value that would please you, my lord. I am afraid all my worldly goods will do nothing to appease you.”

“Did I imply that it was worldly goods I desired?”

“Surely you do not mean to take my lowly flesh. I doubt you would find me to your standards, my lord. I am certain there are others more to your liking.”

“On the contrary, wench. I am sure you will do quite well in my bed.”

“Oh, this has got to stop. I feel like I'm in a bad Shakespeare production. Jesus.” She laughed. “I'm sorry I was a total dick earlier. But you do understand that you really offended me, right?”

Sessh sighed. “I know. I'm sorry as well. I just worry. It's not my place.”

“Hey. Don't go emo on me. How's about this? If I need help, you'll be the first I ask.” Deidre was touched that he worried like that, but honestly. She didn't need his help with everything. “Come on in, it's getting dark.” She ushered him into the house and shut the door behind them. She opened the fridge and grabbed a Red Bull. “I'm playing bartender. What's your poison?”

“If I drink, I'm going to have to stay here, you know that.”

“That was the plan.” She opened a cabinet and started pulling bottles of liquor down. “I'm having Jaeger-bombs. What do you want?”

“What can you make?” Sessh was not much of a drinker, but he wasn't averse to it. Especially when it was free. And the “bartender” was hot.

“Pretty much anything. Name something.”

“Sex on the Beach?” It was his turn to tease her.

“Only in the Bahamas, buddy. I only do it in exotic sands.” She leered. “Is that what you want to drink?”

“No. Straight vodka will be fine. I'm not one for mixed drinks.”

Retrieving a shot glass, she poured him a shot. Handing it to him, she turned back to the counter and mixed her own. Gathering the bottles, she walked into the living room, Sessh at her heels. Setting up her “mini-bar”, she sat on the couch and relaxed. He sat next to her and threw his shot back.

“And I was scared I'd be able to out drink you.” She chuckled. “Obviously, that won't be the case.”

“I can drink with the best of them.” He affirmed. Seizing the bottle of vodka, he poured another one. “So, the plan is to get me sloshed and ravage me tonight, right?”

“Something like that. I may hold out to punish you. It depends on my mood later.” Deidre knew she wouldn't be able to resist him if he was determined to have her. “I thought maybe we could get sloshed and play Truth or Dare.”

He snorted. “Are you serious? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Plenty. Haven't you figured that out yet?” Mixing another drink she continued. “Besides, Truth or Dare is fun, especially when you're drunk. Didn't you do this kind of crap in high school?”

“No, can't say that I did.” That was probably because they didn't have high school in Feudal Era Japan.

“Well, now's a perfect time for the experience. You first. Truth or dare?”

“Truth. I never lie.” That was a lie. Okay, maybe he preferred the term `half-truths'.

“Hmmm. Truth. This is hard. Oh, I got it! What is the one thing you're most afraid of?”

Sessh's eyes widened. He'd never thought about that. What was he scared of? “Honestly, I've never thought about it.”

“Don't wimp out! Answer me!”

“Okay, then. I guess I'm afraid of failure. Letting the people close to me down. Letting myself down.”

“See, that wasn't so hard. Now ask me.”

“Truth or Dare?”

“Truth. Gotta start off easy.”

“What is the scariest thing you've ever done?”

“That's simple. There's a couple things. My first tattoo was scary. My first piercing was scary. But the scariest, scariest thing would have to be taking my state board test to get my cosmetology license. That was the turning point. If I failed, it would've been such a let down. Sure, I could've taken it again, but it wouldn't have been as satisfying. So, that's scariest thing I've done so far.”

“Understandable. I can see why that would freak you the hell out. Out of curiosity, how many tattoos and piercings do you have?"

"You can't ask that. You have to wait your turn. Cheater!" She mock-scowled. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth. Again."

"Wuss. Speaking of tattoos, what's the significance of your tattoos?"

"What tattoos?" Sessh had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"The ones on your face. I usually don't think that kind of thing is attractive, but they look so good on you. Most people don't get facial tattoos unless they mean something. Tribal status, et cetera. What are they to you?"

This game just went down the toilet. The color drained out of Sessh's face. How could she see them? His concealment spell had never failed him. What could this mean?

 

 

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. Everything has hit the fan and I just now found the time to finish this. Please forgive me! I heart everybody! Special thanks to CY! She rocks! Please R&R!