InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Photograph ❯ Dinner Date ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Vague86 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
“Hello?”
“Have dinner with me tonight,” came the growling response. “I can't stop thinking about you…”
Her heart fluttered as the phone fell through nerveless fingers. . Her cheeks were tinged in red realising that she had dropped the phone. Scrambling to pick it up, the frantic girl placed it to her ear, strings of apologies leaving her lips. A chuckle came from the other end of the phone and as the cradle was pressed so close to her ear she felt it travel all the way through her, like he was right next to her, whispering to her and she felt fiery warmth travel through her.
A moan left her lips as she pressed her suddenly weak body to the island behind her. Lashes drifting closed over startling stormy eyes enjoying the first touch of desire to her virginal body. Pressing a hand between aching breasts as if to subdue a racing heart, she took in a deep breath before considering her response.
He felt an erection, that had not really subsided, strengthen, as her moan floated over him, sultry and wanting.
Lava…
Heat…
Blood rushed south…
Thrilling...
He gripped the phone with an almost inhuman strength, his manicured claws drawing blood as they dug into his palm. Ashamed at his lack of control, he struggled to maintain some semblance of willpower. This is just another meaningless date, he tried to consol himself with. Maybe she will be like all of them. She probably just wants me cause of my fame. That he did not want to be a truth but it would not have been the first time. His jaw ticking with barely suppressed patience, he waited.
“I-I thi-think that's a bit…” he heard her swallow as if to moistened a patched throat and immediately the images assaulted him. Heated, a tantalizing throat working as it slid against the skin of her neck. He vividly saw his silver crowned head bent to her neck, his massive body crowding her, holding her delicately as his tongue moved over the skin of such a fascinating expanse of creamy skin. He closed his eyes tightly, almost tasting her. He could almost feel her on his lips; hear that moan rumbling as he tortured her.
Beads of perspiration dotted his smooth forehead as control slipped through his fingers yet again. Her voice had faded as the intense vision played through his mind, just catching the end he found himself blinking to focus a disorient, sexually charged mind “…think it's a good idea.”
His lips rose in a predatory smile, bringing a fierce beauty to the man who stood above most others. “Good. I'll pick you up in one hour.” Clicking the disconnect button on his hi-tech cell phone, he did not happen to catch her confused babble as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Trying to calm down, Kagome knew deep in her heart that going to dinner with Sesshomaru would not be a good idea. He was powerful. He was a force on his own and she could not contest with the powers that he held over seduction and desire. Her mind screamed at her, warning after warning came at her in waves. She knew that in the game of seduction, she would drown under the sea of passion that Sesshomaru wielded. Inexperience clung to her. Peering into her eyes, one could see the images of a girl who believed in a fair and just world. How was she to keep with the jaded sophisticate like her employer?
Her mind set, she prepared a flustered speech of refusal, though a smll part of her wondered what it would have been like to have the heated gaze of The Sesshomaru Taisho on her only. Many women would have sold their parents for this opportunity and the pang of loss was sharp as she said, “I-I thi-think that's a bit…” she swallowed as that regret took in full force, almost forcing her to test what it would have been like , but she persisted “…it's a bit too—too soon. W-we only …I just don't think it's a good idea,” angered at her constant stammering. Firm conviction rang through the last portion of her words. So with baffled confusion she was left yet again stammering as, blatantly ignoring her, she found that she had an hour to prepare for his arrival.
Angered, she fumed at his high handedness. No one had ever blatantly ignored her so and thrill rushed through her at that. It felt… nice that he wanted her that much. Forgotten anger was replaced with a brilliant smile that spread over her face like a ripple that would have stunned any who would have seen it. Almost floating on wings of excitement, she rushed to her room to lay out what she would wear. An hour was hardly sufficient time to get dressed and with a feminine shrug she smiled and stepped within the showers.
The warm sprays rushed over her body like tiny fingers, becoming streams as they caressed her body downward, she felt a sensuality that had not been present before. Her lashes lowered almost demurely as she thought of what she had done earlier. Now, in retrospect, she realised how brazen her actions had been and if the fire that torched through her body were any indication, a blush would be riding her skin all night. But she could not deny the sensual pleasure she had gained doing that to him. He had looked so beautiful.
She licked her lips hoping that she could taste him again. Her eyes tightly shut she could almost feel him, the smooth thickness moving so languidly within her mouth. His blunt tip penetrating her so intimately. Saliva flooded through her mouth as she remembered the taste of him. A moan left her lips, her soapy sponge making that inevitable downward descent over a smooth stomach, slippery with the jasmine fragrant bath gel coming from her sponge.
He had been a wonderful first experience. She did not know if she would ever get the chance to pleasure him again like that but…. Her chest heaved in a heavy pant as she tried to contain her heart, filling her starved lungs with oxygen, as they so needed. He had affected her in such a way.
Tiny tongues of fire raced through her, bringing with them shivers. Her body felt weighted beneath the warm spray of her shower. Aching. Wanting. She gasped as she felt the tightening of her nipples. Arching her back to allow the heavy spray of the water as it fell over her sensitive body. She gasped. It was such a sound, filled with wanting. Hearing it brought colour to her cheeks. She had never made a sound like that before.
Ding!
Starting violently she nearly slid on the slippery floor of her shower. Her heart slammed in her chest guiltily. Eyes darting over the misty room, she had a silly fear that someone could have witnessed her wanton display.
DingDingDingDingDING!!!!!!
The frantic… impatient… persistent… ringing of her bell had her spurred into action. Grabbing onto a thick fluffy white towel, she wrapped it around her body, a second smaller one, quickly trying to get rid of the water clinging to ebony ringlets and curls.
Wet feet leaving a trail behind, she shouted, “Who is it?” just as she got to the door. She knew who it was. How could she not, but fear was beginning to set in.
“It's me,” the voice was unmistakable. Arrogant. Confident. She stood frozen with her hands on the handle of the door that would let him into her home, and take her safety completely away. For a moment she seriously considered not opening. Leaving him out was such a desirable action that she nearly let go of the door until she remembered her manners and with a deep breath for courage, she pulled it open.
“Hello,” she said to him sheepishly, self-consciously. “I'm not exactly ready—” her words were muffled as soft heated lips pressed against hers, her body being pressed back, forced into her home until she felt the cold texture of the wall against her back. With a sigh of surrender, her moist lips softened under the hungry pressure of his, her hands clenching his shirt as if to anchor herself.
Impatience struck, waiting had never been one of his strong traits, as within half hour of his call he found himself on her doorstep his clawed fingers practically stabbing her door bell, demanding entry into the home of his obsession. Golden eyes grew with surprise as he set his eyes on her for the first time in days. Clad in a thick towel that promised to fall at the slightest move, she stood before him. She may have well have invited him to ravish her on the spot for he found his body tightening with a desire he had tried to control for far to long. And before he could restrain the need for her, the hunger, he felt a growl tear from his throat, his only thought, Touch her, taste her. He reached for her then. He needed to touch her. It burned through him.
As his lips made heated contact with hers for that first time, he felt seared. It may have been the prolonged abstinence, the constant wanting, or maybe they just generated that much heat but it had no consequence for the outcome was the same. Pressing into her, he made her aware of the power she held over him. Thick with wanting, he couldn't help the slight thrust he made to alleviate some of the mounting pressure that raced downward. It was almost painful his need for her. His fingers fisted through the wet hair pulling her closer, finding the damp smoothness erotic, it wrestled a deep groan from him. He was so close to her that he feared that for ever, even if he lost the most important memory to him he would always recall the feel of her supple curvaceous feminine figure imprinted on him.
He felt the tremor that raced through her, he tasted her fear and desire in her kiss as that tempting mouth trembled beneath his and he knew what true enticement was as he fought for control. She was an innocent, not accustomed to heavy desires of a man. Pulling his mouth away from the sweet temptation of hers, he buried his face in the hallow of her neck as his body pushed tightly against hers. She was trapped, offering herself so ingenuously to him.
Taking a deeply needed calming breath, he couldn't stop the thrusting of his hips as his mind and body sought release from the suffocating ache. He could feel her entire being quaking and it was so sweet. He had not met a woman so alluring yet so innocent that the combination nearly brought him to his knees. Finally calming his impatient hips, groaning at the lost friction, he pulled away from her. Naked desire in his eyes as he looked at her. Her eyes closed so temptingly, lips swollen from his kiss. Fingers curling into a ball he nearly went to her again. “Kagome…”
She opened her eyes slowly, like a princess wakened from the kiss of her prince. The unmasked desire for more so openly displayed within the shimmering depths of her eyes nearly unmanned him and standing before her she did not realise just how much restraint he was exhibiting as she displayed such naïve passions
He watched her. They stood still… a tableau. A beautiful scene many wished to emulate, the passion so plainly obvious within their individual stance. Then her sleepy eyes widened with shock and he knew that he was lost. He watched it all happen as if in slow motion. As the material heavy with water glided on the wind to meet the floor though her frantic actions attempted to stall it.
She froze as she heard the almost threatening sound coming from him, it made the hairs on her neck stand but it stoked the fires in her belly even more. She looked up at him. Oh God…
“Have dinner with me tonight,” came the growling response. “I can't stop thinking about you…”
Her heart fluttered as the phone fell through nerveless fingers. . Her cheeks were tinged in red realising that she had dropped the phone. Scrambling to pick it up, the frantic girl placed it to her ear, strings of apologies leaving her lips. A chuckle came from the other end of the phone and as the cradle was pressed so close to her ear she felt it travel all the way through her, like he was right next to her, whispering to her and she felt fiery warmth travel through her.
A moan left her lips as she pressed her suddenly weak body to the island behind her. Lashes drifting closed over startling stormy eyes enjoying the first touch of desire to her virginal body. Pressing a hand between aching breasts as if to subdue a racing heart, she took in a deep breath before considering her response.
He felt an erection, that had not really subsided, strengthen, as her moan floated over him, sultry and wanting.
Lava…
Heat…
Blood rushed south…
Thrilling...
He gripped the phone with an almost inhuman strength, his manicured claws drawing blood as they dug into his palm. Ashamed at his lack of control, he struggled to maintain some semblance of willpower. This is just another meaningless date, he tried to consol himself with. Maybe she will be like all of them. She probably just wants me cause of my fame. That he did not want to be a truth but it would not have been the first time. His jaw ticking with barely suppressed patience, he waited.
“I-I thi-think that's a bit…” he heard her swallow as if to moistened a patched throat and immediately the images assaulted him. Heated, a tantalizing throat working as it slid against the skin of her neck. He vividly saw his silver crowned head bent to her neck, his massive body crowding her, holding her delicately as his tongue moved over the skin of such a fascinating expanse of creamy skin. He closed his eyes tightly, almost tasting her. He could almost feel her on his lips; hear that moan rumbling as he tortured her.
Beads of perspiration dotted his smooth forehead as control slipped through his fingers yet again. Her voice had faded as the intense vision played through his mind, just catching the end he found himself blinking to focus a disorient, sexually charged mind “…think it's a good idea.”
His lips rose in a predatory smile, bringing a fierce beauty to the man who stood above most others. “Good. I'll pick you up in one hour.” Clicking the disconnect button on his hi-tech cell phone, he did not happen to catch her confused babble as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Trying to calm down, Kagome knew deep in her heart that going to dinner with Sesshomaru would not be a good idea. He was powerful. He was a force on his own and she could not contest with the powers that he held over seduction and desire. Her mind screamed at her, warning after warning came at her in waves. She knew that in the game of seduction, she would drown under the sea of passion that Sesshomaru wielded. Inexperience clung to her. Peering into her eyes, one could see the images of a girl who believed in a fair and just world. How was she to keep with the jaded sophisticate like her employer?
Her mind set, she prepared a flustered speech of refusal, though a smll part of her wondered what it would have been like to have the heated gaze of The Sesshomaru Taisho on her only. Many women would have sold their parents for this opportunity and the pang of loss was sharp as she said, “I-I thi-think that's a bit…” she swallowed as that regret took in full force, almost forcing her to test what it would have been like , but she persisted “…it's a bit too—too soon. W-we only …I just don't think it's a good idea,” angered at her constant stammering. Firm conviction rang through the last portion of her words. So with baffled confusion she was left yet again stammering as, blatantly ignoring her, she found that she had an hour to prepare for his arrival.
Angered, she fumed at his high handedness. No one had ever blatantly ignored her so and thrill rushed through her at that. It felt… nice that he wanted her that much. Forgotten anger was replaced with a brilliant smile that spread over her face like a ripple that would have stunned any who would have seen it. Almost floating on wings of excitement, she rushed to her room to lay out what she would wear. An hour was hardly sufficient time to get dressed and with a feminine shrug she smiled and stepped within the showers.
The warm sprays rushed over her body like tiny fingers, becoming streams as they caressed her body downward, she felt a sensuality that had not been present before. Her lashes lowered almost demurely as she thought of what she had done earlier. Now, in retrospect, she realised how brazen her actions had been and if the fire that torched through her body were any indication, a blush would be riding her skin all night. But she could not deny the sensual pleasure she had gained doing that to him. He had looked so beautiful.
She licked her lips hoping that she could taste him again. Her eyes tightly shut she could almost feel him, the smooth thickness moving so languidly within her mouth. His blunt tip penetrating her so intimately. Saliva flooded through her mouth as she remembered the taste of him. A moan left her lips, her soapy sponge making that inevitable downward descent over a smooth stomach, slippery with the jasmine fragrant bath gel coming from her sponge.
He had been a wonderful first experience. She did not know if she would ever get the chance to pleasure him again like that but…. Her chest heaved in a heavy pant as she tried to contain her heart, filling her starved lungs with oxygen, as they so needed. He had affected her in such a way.
Tiny tongues of fire raced through her, bringing with them shivers. Her body felt weighted beneath the warm spray of her shower. Aching. Wanting. She gasped as she felt the tightening of her nipples. Arching her back to allow the heavy spray of the water as it fell over her sensitive body. She gasped. It was such a sound, filled with wanting. Hearing it brought colour to her cheeks. She had never made a sound like that before.
Ding!
Starting violently she nearly slid on the slippery floor of her shower. Her heart slammed in her chest guiltily. Eyes darting over the misty room, she had a silly fear that someone could have witnessed her wanton display.
DingDingDingDingDING!!!!!!
The frantic… impatient… persistent… ringing of her bell had her spurred into action. Grabbing onto a thick fluffy white towel, she wrapped it around her body, a second smaller one, quickly trying to get rid of the water clinging to ebony ringlets and curls.
Wet feet leaving a trail behind, she shouted, “Who is it?” just as she got to the door. She knew who it was. How could she not, but fear was beginning to set in.
“It's me,” the voice was unmistakable. Arrogant. Confident. She stood frozen with her hands on the handle of the door that would let him into her home, and take her safety completely away. For a moment she seriously considered not opening. Leaving him out was such a desirable action that she nearly let go of the door until she remembered her manners and with a deep breath for courage, she pulled it open.
“Hello,” she said to him sheepishly, self-consciously. “I'm not exactly ready—” her words were muffled as soft heated lips pressed against hers, her body being pressed back, forced into her home until she felt the cold texture of the wall against her back. With a sigh of surrender, her moist lips softened under the hungry pressure of his, her hands clenching his shirt as if to anchor herself.
Impatience struck, waiting had never been one of his strong traits, as within half hour of his call he found himself on her doorstep his clawed fingers practically stabbing her door bell, demanding entry into the home of his obsession. Golden eyes grew with surprise as he set his eyes on her for the first time in days. Clad in a thick towel that promised to fall at the slightest move, she stood before him. She may have well have invited him to ravish her on the spot for he found his body tightening with a desire he had tried to control for far to long. And before he could restrain the need for her, the hunger, he felt a growl tear from his throat, his only thought, Touch her, taste her. He reached for her then. He needed to touch her. It burned through him.
As his lips made heated contact with hers for that first time, he felt seared. It may have been the prolonged abstinence, the constant wanting, or maybe they just generated that much heat but it had no consequence for the outcome was the same. Pressing into her, he made her aware of the power she held over him. Thick with wanting, he couldn't help the slight thrust he made to alleviate some of the mounting pressure that raced downward. It was almost painful his need for her. His fingers fisted through the wet hair pulling her closer, finding the damp smoothness erotic, it wrestled a deep groan from him. He was so close to her that he feared that for ever, even if he lost the most important memory to him he would always recall the feel of her supple curvaceous feminine figure imprinted on him.
He felt the tremor that raced through her, he tasted her fear and desire in her kiss as that tempting mouth trembled beneath his and he knew what true enticement was as he fought for control. She was an innocent, not accustomed to heavy desires of a man. Pulling his mouth away from the sweet temptation of hers, he buried his face in the hallow of her neck as his body pushed tightly against hers. She was trapped, offering herself so ingenuously to him.
Taking a deeply needed calming breath, he couldn't stop the thrusting of his hips as his mind and body sought release from the suffocating ache. He could feel her entire being quaking and it was so sweet. He had not met a woman so alluring yet so innocent that the combination nearly brought him to his knees. Finally calming his impatient hips, groaning at the lost friction, he pulled away from her. Naked desire in his eyes as he looked at her. Her eyes closed so temptingly, lips swollen from his kiss. Fingers curling into a ball he nearly went to her again. “Kagome…”
She opened her eyes slowly, like a princess wakened from the kiss of her prince. The unmasked desire for more so openly displayed within the shimmering depths of her eyes nearly unmanned him and standing before her she did not realise just how much restraint he was exhibiting as she displayed such naïve passions
He watched her. They stood still… a tableau. A beautiful scene many wished to emulate, the passion so plainly obvious within their individual stance. Then her sleepy eyes widened with shock and he knew that he was lost. He watched it all happen as if in slow motion. As the material heavy with water glided on the wind to meet the floor though her frantic actions attempted to stall it.
She froze as she heard the almost threatening sound coming from him, it made the hairs on her neck stand but it stoked the fires in her belly even more. She looked up at him. Oh God…