InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Art of Tea - ON HOLD ❯ The Art of Tea - Chapter 16 - Touch ( Chapter 19 )

DISCLAIMER - The ownership and general brilliance that is the original Feudal Fairy Tale remains the property of its honored and rightfully revered creator Rumiko Takahashi without whose brilliance, we would not have fodder.

 

Sexual content: You have been warned.

 

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Namaste

 

By: ElegantPaws

 

Edited by: Meara the Celt

 

Chapter Sixteen is dedicated to the faithful readers of this little missive.

 

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

"What do you want? Tea, coffee, or ... me?"

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~ From the film "Working Girl" with Harrison Ford and Melanie Griffith ~

 

Chapter 16 - Touch

 

Sesshoumaru stood in silent silhouette by the open shoji as Kagome continued to upend the bedding in frustration, cursing under her breath. Fine and well for him, looking all cool calm and collected like a sentinel in his blue yukata.

 

Embarrassment aside, this was all too much. Her life had been going along just fine up until Friday afternoon when this tall silver-haired Being had walked through the doors of the Art of Tea and upended all that she knew to be real.

 

“If that horrible little toad has taken off with them I swear, Sesshoumaru, I'll swing for the little bug eyed pervert!”

 

Her panties had gone missing in action. She finally decided to go combat, there was nothing for it under the circumstances she thought irritably zipping the fly of her jeans. had yet to answer she noticed finally, flopping on the bed and glaring at his frigid profile. The pale light of the afternoon sun shun through his drying hair casting an unearthly silhouette about his form. Her fingers itched to touch it, if only once more the sensual feel of cool silk between her fingers.

 

The awkward silence that followed the impromptu meeting of retainer and younger brother had become near deafening between them as both had left the way they had come. Kagome noted the questioning backward glance Inuyasha had given her with a half smile.

 

She had eased herself off his back when they were out of sight, patently aware of the intimacy implied and her body's reaction to the heated contact of skin on skin. All she could hope for was that he had not noticed the slight dampness of his lower back.

 

He had turned slowly and looked at her for what seemed an eternity, taking a single step toward her. He had noticed after all.

 

Kagome leapt back instinctively, feeling mortified. Sesshoumaru stilled, his eyes lit with something she could not readily define before they once more assumed their usual icy opacity.

 

“Towel?” he drawled questioningly, handing her one from the warming rack, retrieving his own yukata before turning away from her once more to dress.

 

“Thanks” Kagome stammered, regarding the elegant flourish with which he eased his long arms through the sleeves of the dark material which only served to accentuate his form.

 

Sesshoumaru had gone cold in the blink of an eye, having clearly come to some conclusion that Kagome was not privy to. Though she was loath to admit it, the petite woman was annoyed by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

 

Kagome was not prepared for the expressionless deep register that assailed her ears as he turned.

 

“If you would see to your clothing, Miss Higurashi, I will not keep you,” Sesshoumaru said with feigned cordiality as he brushed past her and re-entered the bedroom making a bee-line for the phone by the bedside table.

 

Apparently someone named Tatsumi, who he assured her was human, would be taking her home when she was suitably attired. They had not exchanged words since as she hurriedly retrieved articles of clothing from about the room.

 

The sudden gurgling of her belly however, brought the stilted silence to an end.

 

With as much dignity as she could muster Kagome held her head aloft and stared diffidently forward into the floor to ceiling mirror across from the bed. How had she not noticed its presence before? She observed that it canted in such a way that the entire bed could be seen. A name was etched in Kanji at its base, Raku.

 

Kagome blushed.

 

Vain bastard! He called the damn mirror `Pleasure.'

 

How long she had been staring at his implacable profile through the mirror rehashing recent events was anyone's guess. What was more at some point in her revere he must have turned to face her. Golden eyes bore into hers with a veiled smirk as their eyes met in the mirror.

 

The silver-head lowered and amber glared at her stomach accusingly. “It is not this Sesshoumaru's wish to deny a guest sustenance, particularly as it appears to be her one and only unbridled passion.”

 

And for the umpteenth time that afternoon, the dark-haired woman saw red. There was a definite element of “bitch” in his tone and what it implied on so many levels.

 

“What?! Are you saying I'm fat?” Kagome hissed through gritted teeth, indignantly bouncing up off the bed in a fighting stance, arms akimbo. It was not lost on the little spitfire he was calling her a cold fish.

 

Kagome's heart began to race as Sesshoumaru's eyes lazily slid over her curves with a noncommittal expression but for those damnable brows of his that spoke volumes, one of which currently arched insolently and quite possibly lewdly in her direction.

 

She stepped backward and instantly regretted it as the back of her knees connected with the raised mahogany platform and she fell backwards in an undignified heap.

 

`This was more like it.' He thought, stepping away from the open shoji and approached the little bundle of passionate rage laid out before him. It had not escaped the Taiyoukai's notice which insult she chose to avenge, nor for that matter the blush that had covered her cheeks as she acknowledged the mirror and its possible uses. So she hadn't rejected him after all. He was pleased.

 

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

Miroku sat in the window seat watching the pallid sunlight and not co-incidentally Raku's car, or more accurately, the porcelain skinned silhouette within, currently animatedly engaged in conversation on her phone. Somehow, the legal man knew, whoever was at the other end was getting a tongue lashing.

 

Like all excellent predators Raku could sense when being observed and took immediate action. The lawyer raised the thin stemmed crystal to eye level and winked, mouthing `Thank you'. He knew even from this distance she could see. Her lady-like response was to flip him the bird with well tended fingers before the car sped westward.

 

The smile froze on his lips as he carefully placed the glass on the sill and stood reaching for his own cell and speed-dialed; busy signal.

 

`Fuck!' damp, socked feet tapped impatiently as his lithe body spun in frustration while he padded back and forth in front of the window. He waited another minute, downing the last of the Veuve and tried again, oblivious to the woman returning from the bathroom with Kohaku's old, moth eaten robe, renewed suspicion on her face.

 

“Tatsumi! Where the fuck are you? Level one. She's back. Have the grounds secured immediately. Do not tell Sesshoumaru. I repeat, do not tell Lord Sesshoumaru on pain of death; your death…should I find that you have disobeyed. He has enough to deal with.”

 

The woman standing in the hall shadow froze as she overheard the message and observed the angry curl of usually sensual lips. This also, she realized was Houshi Miroku, not just the affable, man-whore, he so carefully played to perfection for the casual observer.

 

Sango watched as he flicked his right wrist, revealing in the sunlight what appeared to be a bracelet of amethyst beadwork, etched with kanji that wound four times about his wrist. She remained silent, daring not to either breath or move as he continued.

 

“I'm going to check something out and should be back at the estate within the next two to three hours.”

 

Sango began to tremble and the not so veiled threat in his voice, though it had not been aimed at her. The coach's eyes travelled once more to his wrist, the bracelet looked unaccountably old and reminiscent of something she had observed prior, but where?

 

Cool, mauve eyes met hers but not before casting a curious glance at the antique armoire for possibly the fiftieth time in the past hour as they had eaten in amicable silence. It surprised her just how much they had in common musically. Their only point of difference the blues.

 

“Do I want to even know what you were talking about just now? Or should we both do the inscrutable Asian thing to perfection?” Sango asked.

 

“Yeeeeees, let's.” he answered and winked, affable expression in place as his eyes slid off her to the robe she held and shrugged. “Guess I won't be needing that after all, duty calls.”

 

Sango returned the smile. Somehow, this new side, a bit frightening, but she could better handle this better than the playboy. Two could play this game.

 

She threw the robe down on the low table. He had cleared when she had left the room.

 

“Answer this then. Why have you been so fascinated with the armoire all through lunch?”

 

“Nice piece, refurbished in the Taisho period, circa 1920 in Kyoto. Always wondered what became of it. Glad to see it has been put to good use. Those butterflies always have irritated Mister Taishou, hence the gift to the Higurashi Clan.”

 

Sango spun and stared wide eyed at the piece. “Taisho period?”

 

 

Miroku chuckled and shrugged again as he began to make his way to the door.

 

“Yes, I find it highly amusing too, considering who its original owner is. Got damaged eons ago…by thieves looking for….listen, thank you for your excellent company, my little lotus blossom, but must go. Duty calls.”

 

Sango followed on his heels, questions buzzing in her head. If she were truthful to herself in that moment, the most predominant feeling in the pit of her stomach, other than butterflies, was disappointment.

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

Feral amber observed with keen interest large, honey brown eyes flecked with gold from this most pleasing of vantages. Sesshoumaru could not hide his lecherous smirk as he leaned forward intent on brushing his lips against the smooth expanse of creamy cleavage that begged to be licked.

 

Said large, brown eyes narrowed in surmise and a single, pink lacquered digit met the tip of a partition nose in impotent threat.

 

“Don't you get any ideas, Mister Taishou. I am leaving,” Kagome said firmly, not quite believing it herself as she lay below him one hand firmly planted on a naked muscled shoulder that rippled below her fingers.

 

`Damn he is sexy.'

 

Sharp incisors were exposed as he growled softly and nipped at the digit which retracted instantly but not swiftly enough. Sesshoumaru sucked the elegant, little finger between his lips and lathed it suggestively while strong knees forced her jeans clad legs apart.

 

Kagome's lips parted in a wanton moan, her eyes closed in ecstasy as he ground his rigid length against her covered mound and turned his attention to her lips, a rough tongue mimicking the movements of his hips while the rent shirt was cast aside.

 

Her hand no longer pushing at his shoulder but instead palmed the base of his skull while strong fingers carded through the silk mane. She felt the movement of a clawed hand as it skirted her hip bone towards her center and palmed the damp crotch of her jeans. Kagome felt his smile against her lips in triumph as he attempted to raise his head and smirk.

 

She nipped his tongue, on principle and received for her impudence a stinging slap to her rear as he rolled her atop him and split her jeans with the deft use of sharp claws. Dark confetti, formerly rather pricey jeans, now decorated the tatami quickly followed by the last vestiges of a t-shirt.

 

Kagome growled up at the male in question who casual as you please had rocked back onto his knees and looked down at her with those frighteningly sexy dark ruby eyes as he began to disrobe torturously slowly.

 

The onyx-haired beauty's throat constricted and her mouth became dry as her eyes strayed to the obvious tent with some trepidation and want. She quickly looked away as her inner walls tightened while liquid pooled between her thighs once more.

 

Anger was an excellent weapon against fear, Kagome had always found. Folding her hands across her chest, she tried to assume a steely expression as the intact yukata fluttered through the air gracefully joining the dark shreds littering the tatami.

 

“I notice your clothing is fine. What the hell am I suppose to wear home later, you maniac?! We're not all freakin exhibitionists you know!”

 

Sesshoumaru lowered his gaze to her wet sanctum meaningfully. A clawed hand grasped his member giving it a meaningful tug as he continued to leer at her center suggestively.

 

“You are at your best disrobed, Higurashi. Your scent pleases this Sesshoumaru.”

 

Kagome gasped, the pulsing throb of her engorged clit intensifying painfully under his mesmerizing gaze. Her long tapered fingers spread her lips and dove between moist curls to relieve the ache as she moaned his name in pleasure.

 

“No.” he growled against her neck, nipping the tender flesh below his lips in reproach. The sight of her fingers parting her slick flesh and the heady scent of her musk had intensified his want.

 

 

Her lids fluttering closed as callused hands raised her legs about his waist, the heat of his throbbing member coming to rest against her stomach as a hand roughly removed the interlopers.

 

“Sesshou…maru,” she panted, her lips sought his urgently as she clung to him. “Please, I want you,” she pleaded, her nails digging into his back.

 

Kagome's eyes opened abruptly as his tongue invaded her mouth ferociously and a clawed digit entered her slick heat with little discomfort, then two as his tongue emulated the motion of his adept fingers that curled within her. She felt it then a pinch, or so she thought as he withdrew. It burned slightly and then there were three. Kagome rocked her hips as his thumb caressed her clit.

 

She moaned into his mouth, her own tongue battling with his for supremacy as he adjusted his hips. Kagome closed her eyes tightly in anticipation of pain and clung to him as he removed his fingers and broke the kiss, bringing his fingers to his lips. The petite woman watched in fascination as he closed his eyes and licked the viscous liquid streaked with blood, her blood. Not much mind, but enough to give her pause. In that moment she knew what he had done.

 

The velvety feel of a silky cockhead nudged at her entrance and glided in smoothly. It was a tight fit and though it burned, it was not the pain she had anticipated or been warned about.

 

Sesshoumaru stilled, jaw rigid as he looked down into confused, lust filled eyes. He wanted to smile despite himself. Even now, she was attempting to find logic in an act as old as time.

 

“I will not hurt you, Higurashi Kagome. Trust this Sesshoumaru. I will not move until you request it,” he said between gritted teeth as he lowered his face to hers and kissed her deeply, gently and firmly. Kagome tasted her own essence on his tongue and something coppery in flavor.

 

Her walls clung to his pulsing girth and she felt the need to move. Slowly at first, testing the waters of this new feeling as he rocked with her following the cadence she set. It was strange but exceedingly pleasurable as flesh met flesh rhythmically and their breath was shared with sporadic kisses.

 

Gradually Sesshoumaru took over driving his weapon of choice home into the female purring wantonly below him, begging him with her body for more intense gratification. Her nipples were rigid nubs below his own chest and she mewled as his own hard chest rocked against her.

 

She was killing him slowly with her soft cries of encouragement and the near painful grip of her feminine walls each time he drove his shaft within her, his balls slick with her essence as his pace increased and she followed his ever thrust arching into the intimate invasion of her body willingly. His testicles tightened as he gritted his teeth and knew he would not last much longer, neither would she.

 

“Ooooooh Sesshoumaru, oooooh kami…oooh god you feel… it feels so… mmmm…harder, yes….harder...” Kagome moaned in ecstasy, clawing the silver-haired male's back as she welcomed each thrust of his hips crying out in pleasure.

 

The demon growled, opening blood red eyes and looking down at the female that had called forth the most primal of instincts within him as he continued to plundered her delicate flesh. There was permission in her hooded gaze. What he most feared happened then, as the pulse point at the base of her neck called to him. He could sense the coursing blood in her veins and his mouth began to water. Sesshoumaru bit his tongue to suppress the urge to mate. Kagome felt a drop of liquid warmth against her cheek and thought nothing of it at first, more pre-occupied in grabbing the headboard for stability, moaning his name like an ancient chant.

 

Sesshoumaru began pounding into her mindlessly then, long well-muscled arms flexing with each urgent thrust of his hips into her tight heat, a guttural groan escaped his gaping mouth as he impaled her mouth anew with his tongue, stealing her breath and stifling her moans of ecstasy.

 

Kagome knew she would feel this later in myriad ways, but the sensual feel of his rough tongue fighting her own and the feel of the hard body above overtook her senses as her stomach muscles tightened and her inner walls seized his shaft painfully, begging for release.

 

Sesshoumaru roared as small teeth bit down on his neck muscles involuntarily causing his hot, thick essence to coat her walls repeatedly with each animalistic grunt uttered between his clenched teeth; their bodies convulsing in pleasure, riding out their shared passions in breathy moans and soft murmurs.

 

Kagome smiled sleepily up at the spent, sweating male above her as damp fingers, removed the dark smudge at the side of his lips, realizing it was his blood and uncaring as she kissed his lips in acceptance.

 

Sesshoumaru purred indolently and returned the kiss with renewed zeal, having found his concubine.

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

Raku felt it before she actually saw it and her hackled rose in anger. They need not approach the main gates.

 

Fierce, malevolent green eyes saw the undulating waves of the protective spell recently cast about the grounds and snarled in irritation. She might have known. Miroku had always been fast on the draw and not easily fooled by a pretty face.

 

She tapped on the partition with a long, dark talon. It lowered with a quiet, electrical whir.

 

“Take me to Naraku. It seems I was expected…unfortunately,” she said delicately sipping the last of the champagne. “And to think, I gave that bastard a good year to entice his bitch, such a waste.”

 

Author's Note:

 

It is my sincere wish that you enjoyed this chapter. Now the cats are amongst the pigeons and just think, these two, Taishou and Higurashi have only known each other three days. Oooooh what fun we have ahead of us all. Looking forward to your commentary and wishing you the best of morning, afternoon, or evening, wherever you happen to be in the world.

 

Namaste

 

EP