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Red Lotus	By : Maddiesan Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 20070 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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A/N: Long chapter again. You know what? I'm just gonna start calling them regular size chapters aha. because clearly this story has a mind of its own and is making me write long chapters now. I hope nobody is bored. I know I take forever with character development, please don't hate me. I know I'm slow and this is why I end up with monster length stories with a million chapters. I promise to try and work on it. I'm so slow. -.-
Anyways, this was written on cold medicine so... have fun!
Red Lotus
Chapter 19: The Profit
His cooking skills were limited, poor at best, but he was attempting to make an effort. During the past week, he found himself observing Kagome a lot more than usual. At first, the reasons behind it were a complete mystery to him and then, little by little, he figured it out. It was that damn jealousy feeling. It was the fact that he did not know where she went - and that another man touched her. It was messing with his brain, slowly sending him into madness. He tried to fight it off, he tried to keep himself out of it, but each time she stood in front of him, he searched her for clues. His eyes always wandered to her body, her eyes, hoping something she would do would give it away. She never did. But all that — intensive staring did help him figure out one thing.
Her appetite was returning.
He noticed it very slowly as the week went on. She rarely made food for herself. He figured it was not about her starving herself, a conclusion he came about putting together all the times she expressed dislike for her body, and he concluded it was most likely because she had lost the habit. She most likely could not remember the cues of hunger pains either. But, when food was in front of her, she would eat it - all of it. She had not done that in a long time. Each time she was feed, she would finish the whole plate. She never asked for seconds though. Then again, that was most likely out of habit as well. Regardless, he chose to prepare more food, despite the fact that he did not require it.
Sesshomaru did pick up a few traits of her over time and he knew she was proud. She would refuse the food if he only made it for her - and so he ate. He should not care but eating was part of her recovery. It was no bother to him. And so he began cooking. It was clearly best for the both of them if she began eating more. She would put on weight, she would be more able and she would do more on her own… which was good. Because he needed to learn to deal with this feeling and again it was the whole point of this; for her to be herself and not need him. It would be best if she did not have to rely on him. He would like that as well. All of those reasons together was why he was making her breakfast.
If eggs qualified as breakfast. And toast.
On cue, the toaster popped and golden slice of breads jumped out. He flipped the eggs in his pan, breaking the yolk, the yellow running everywhere in the pan. He grabbed the toast, dropping them on a white porcelain plate and returned to his stove.
"Breakfast again?"
He turned his head, his long ponytail of silver strands floating to the left side. "Hn," he quickly replied, dragging his amber gaze away from her form.
Kagome chewed on her bottom lip, taking small steps forward. She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the dampness of her scalp. It was happening more and more lately; she would wake up covered in sweat, memories of hot dream lingering on. On top of that, she woke up to blood staining her light blue underwear. She had her period - again. It was hard to predict when it would come since the times were far apart and sometimes barely lasted for a day. Today, it was a bit more intense and somehow it made her uncomfortable; especially when she thought about how she ruined his couch that fateful day. The thought of it was enough to make her cringe in embarrassment. She pulled on her loose grey sweater, covering the length of her body with it. She nearly stumbled upon the blue stool as she grabbed it, trying to sit on top. After a bit of struggling, she managed, and she joined him.
There was something suspicious about his behaviour but she could not quite figure it out. "I've never seen you eat this much before." Actually, except during the last little while, she had not seen him eat at all. Except when she was eating.
"I found myself hungry," he replied as he slid the eggs from the plastic white spatula to the plate, right beside the cooling toasts.
"Is that normal," she said as she backed away slightly while he put the plate in front of her. "Thank you," she whispered.
He nodded, accepting her gratitude. "I believe it might have something to do with the bond." Lying, he was lying. He was Sesshomaru, he did not lie. He did not truly care enough about anyone's feelings to do something as low as lying. It was dishonourable. He always said his true intentions up front. And yet, he was lying to her. But it was for the same reason as why he was eating breakfast. If he did not, she would not. And she required it. He was lying for a reason.
"Oh," was her only reply.
It made sense - but it did make her feel bad again.
"Well, thanks," she said as she grabbed her metal fork and began digging in.
He quietly joined her, his own plate in his hands and he sat down beside her. It was as he brought the force full fork of eggs to his lips that the scent hit him for the first time; blood. He looked at her, side-eyeing her, trying to be discreet, but his amber orbs widened slightly. It had been a while since he smelled that. Sesshomaru steadied his hand as he finally shoved the fork in his mouth and forced himself to swallow. He felt his heartbeat pick up and suddenly, there was a tremble in his chest and he could feel his skin heating up. Beneath his dressed up white shirt, he could feel the sweat forming. It was affecting him.
"Do you require a ride anywhere?"
His question forced her to put her fork down on the counter. Why would he ask that? "No I'm okay." Lying. Lying was what she had to do. It was the way to keep a distance between them - an emotional distance. The whole breakfast thing was certainly not helping. She did not need him to take care of her like this. It was too sweet, to unlike him and it was unsettling. Most mornings, most nights, she did not even know how to react to it all. She often smiled and kept quiet. It was best that way.
He nodded, the questions itching at his throat. He wanted to know but he would never ask. She had to get better. He had to let her get better.
"How's work?"
"It is as it always is."
"Did you ever think about doing anything else?"
"Banking was not my first choice."
She was barely able to hide back the smile threatening to form on her lips. "I figured. I mean, I know you're limited but…isn't there anything you could do that…you would enjoy a little more than this?"
He offered her a faint shrug. "Nothing is very enjoyable."
Maybe he never looked hard enough? Although, she would not press the issue; he clearly did not want to discuss it. "What about a promotion? Did you ever try for one of those?" Clearly Sesshomaru is a very capable man and he was intelligent, he could hold a more important position without attracting too much attention on himself.
"I do not possess the required social skills for higher positions."
"Smooching people over isn't really your thing huh?"
"Hn."
This time, she had to laugh. She could not picture Sesshomaru as a smooching salesman, pushing people around until they bought his product. "Well, this isn't so bad. You've got your own place. A bit of money." And he used to have his own little private spot. Before she came in of course.
"Your presence is not bothersome," he replied, as though he had read her thoughts.
A slight blush swept across her pale, bony cheeks and she gazed away, turning her frail, slender neck away from him. "I know not everything about this is pleasing."
As a matter of fact, that was the whole problem; it was pleasing. It felt good to touch her, it felt good to feel her hands upon his body. None of it was painful - at least not physically. Sometimes, even his mind wandered to places he did not want it to go. It was the whole reason why it enraged him most of the time. He did not want to be enjoying himself like this, he did not want to be a slave to his body, and yet he was.
"It is acceptable."
Acceptable. That was one way to describe it. Although she highly doubted that was how he truly felt.
She knew all of this was affecting him more than it should and she was trying to do her part. She had Hojo's number for over a week now and she had never called him; she never found the courage to do it. Sesshomaru reacted…more than she expected and she was not convinced it was a great idea to see Hojo again. He might imagine things that were not actually true. Although - it should not matter. They were not a couple but she owed him some respect. Plus, she did not know if Hojo was how he used to be and she never told him she was married. It was bond to bring forth a lot of problems and she was not ready to deal with any of them. Either she lied or she opted to find herself in a quite uncomfortable situation.
Neither sounded fun.
They finished the rest of their breakfasts in silence. When Sesshomaru finished, he grabbed their plates and put them in the sink. Then, he re-adjusted his shirt and grabbed his brown leather suitcase from the wooden floor. He nodded her way, letting her know he was leaving.
"Have a nice day at work," she said as she hopped off the stool. He cooked breakfast; she should do the dishes. It was only fair.
"Thank you," he said as he grabbed his jacket.
Then, he headed out the door and she was alone again.
There she was with no one, nothing. Dr. Izu was on vacation for the week; there would be no appointments for her. No reason to get out of the house. It was her and the dirty dishes from a couple's breakfast.
There was that familiar ping in her heart and she recognized it too well. It was from those unrequited feelings. They had a routine, they ate together, she saw him off to work. It felt like a relationship. But it was not. She could not do this.
She raised her glance and glanced at the phone.
Should she?
-R-
"Are you okay?"
There was a ding in her head and suddenly, she was brought back to reality. "Oh, sorry. I got — lost in thoughts," Kagome said with a smile. She tugged the sleeve of her white shirt and then, reached out for her glass of water.
Hojo smiled back at her, as he leaned back into his chair. He looked a lot more older now, his boyish look slowly fading. Or maybe it was because he almost looked like a business man with his deep red tie and white dress shirt. Which was way overdressing for a café, but she did not mention it.
"So, what have you been up to?"
Bad idea. The day had gone well - until about noon. She had gotten used to leaving the house and actually seeing the world. Being cooped up in the apartment drove her mad. Everything there was about him - or even them together. The nightly dreams about him were not helping. The clear feelings of his touch was also hard to remove from her mind. The growing feelings she had for him? They were hell. Once all of that hit her, she stupidly found herself calling Hojo. Although she opted for the lie; she wore her wedding ring - which meant she would have to explain the awfully romantic meeting and love story between her and the love of her life; Sesshomaru. It was going to be magical.
"I got sick," she said, stating the obvious first. It was always best to get that out of the way before moving on to anything else. Though, the next part was not quite…yeah… "I got married. I'm taking online classes. You know. A few things."
It was not the sickness or the online classes that fazed him. Nope. It was the whole married thing. She saw it in his eyes the moment she pronounced the word. Clearly he was not expecting it, especially since she made sure to hide it when they saw each other.
"Wow, married?" he said as he ran his fingers through his short, spiked brown hair. "Didn't expect that. I mean - with everything."
"With my cancer," she completed for him.
"That's not what I meant."
"No, it's okay," she said with a wave of the hand. People did not usually find love while infected with a deadly disease did they? Although, to be fair, she had not found love. She found a solution to her problem. Not love. "It was rather unexpected."
"Has it been long?"
"Months."
"Wow, well congratulations."
"Thank you, what about you?"
"Oh, not married," he said with a laugh. "I haven't had a lot of time with school."
"Oh." So she might have been right? Then again, she doubted anyone could be attracted to her at the moment. Except Sesshomaru, although he did get a small push from the bond. But nobody in their right mind would see her as beautiful.
"It's fine. I'm not in a hurry."
She had not been either. Her life might have been different if she had been. Actually, many things would have made her life different; including the well working again. If she could have gone back… if she could have gone back… she would have… died there? The cancer would have plagued her regardless of her location. She did not know if Inuyasha's mark would have been enough. After everything that happened the thought of her and Inuyasha together almost seemed silly and funny. She loved him dearly but it simply would not have worked between the two of them. Their relationship would have surely failed. There was too many problems. It was one messed up relationship after the other.
"You'll find the right person eventually," she added with a smile. Everyone deserved love and Hojo was very sweet. Now that she thought back about it, she did feel bad for all the times she turned him down without…really turning him down. She never said yes but she never truly took the time to say no. They were young, how was he supposed to know better when she kept accepting his gifts and even agreed to a date? She should have been more clear.
"I haven't given up yet."
Seeing Kagome after all this time, he almost thought… he was not as blind as he was in high school. Kagome was not interested back then but he was a little insistent. He did not give her his number in the hopes that they would go on a date. He truly wanted to know how her life was going and what happened to her. Especially since it was quite difficult to ignore the way she looked now. He did not have a secret goal in mind or anything. Although, he would be lying if he said he was not disappointed at all by the fact that she was married. He was happy for her however, that despite the terrible thing that happened to her, she did manage to find some happiness along with the love of her life.
Kagome smiled as she took another sip of her coffee.
This was not all that bad.
-R-
His hands were forming fists at his sides while he climbed the stairs one by one. He meant to stay calm, he meant to hide the emotions raging inside of him but it was much more difficult than he anticipated. He remembered when he caught scent of another man on her; it bothered him, it forced him to smother his scent on her. It was a reaction that was beneath him but he did it regardless. Now, now he did not know how he was going to keep himself calm. He wished his co-workers had kept their mouths shut. Instead, they spoke with him, they gossiped. One of them went to get a coffee. Who did they see? Kagome. Kagome with a man. A man that was not him. There was no scent for him to compare so he simply assumed it was the same person… that friend as she called him.
A date.
Did something like that qualify as a date? He was not very… good with human terms.
He never dated.
He had that date… with Kagome - back when she was supposed to die.
So what if she had a date? It was well within her rights. Plus it did confirm the suspicions he had about her constantly leaving the house. She was seeing someone. Although - no. Would she not tell him? She would. She would not know she had to keep something like this away from him. None of it made sense. His brain was buzzing, his heart was racing and rage was stirring inside his chest, banging in his rib cage like an animal demanding to be let free. He would not mention it, he would not say anything. He always, always told her to be free with her own life and he was not about to comment on how she chose to spend her free time. He always remained indifferent; it should not be difficult to play the part.
He inhaled deeply, his silver bangs swept to the side, as he wrapped his fingers around the golden handle. He turned it open, finding an empty living room. However, Kagome was home; she was in her room. He closed the door behind him and dropped his brief case to the ground. He loosened the light grey tie around his neck, giving himself some breathing room as he headed towards to the kitchen. This would usually be the time when he would make supper for the both of them. He wanted to keep up with his regular routine, he even intended on heading straight to the refrigerator and yet somehow, he found himself heading in direction of her bedroom. Why was she in there? Was she sick? Was she hiding something?
Sesshomaru almost cringed at his own thoughts. This was not who he was.
But he knocked anyway.
"Come in," he heard her say.
And he did.
He slowly opened the door, peeking in. There she was, laying on top of her comforter, a pillow protecting her back from the harshness of the wooden bed headboard, a book in her hands.
"Hey," she said, as she took a sly look from above her book.
"Hello," he said as he let himself in completely. The door remained opened behind him as he took a step forward. He eyes roamed over her body, her bare feet, all the way to her dark grey sweat pants and then to her little hands, clutching around the blue covered book.
"Is something wrong?" she asked when he remained silent. She closed the book and rested it upon her laps as she sat herself up in her bed. There was a strange look in his eyes; one she did not recognize. She frowned, bringing her legs against her chest.
He took that opportunity to sit down on the edge of her bed, uninvited. He did not need to get any closer to recognize the scent. It was that man. She was with him. Again. He was a friend, she called him a friend. Were people supposed to smell so much like their friends? Oh and the scent of blood, it was still there. It appeared to be lasting much more than the last time. And it was stronger too. It probably had something to do with her never stopping recovery.
His silence became unsettling. She leaned forward, almost daring to cover his hand with hers but she stopped before their hands actually touched. "Did something happen?"
The closeness, the damn scent, his damn body… it all happened too fast.
Before Sesshomaru actually realized it, he pinned her beneath his body. She was sprawled underneath him, her arms above her head, her legs trapped between his and his body lingering right above hers. He could feel her chest touching his each time she took a deep breathe. Her blue eyes bore into his, confusing twinkling in them as her lips parted. She did not even know why he was doing this. He did not even know why he was doing this. He should be controlling himself, he should be handling this like the kind of person he was. He was not reckless, he was not this impulsive. He did go to great lengths to obtain what he wanted but when did Kagome become something he wanted?
"Se-sesshomaru?"
She could feel the heat of his skin as he held on to her wrists, keeping her hand above her head. She could feel the lingering touch of his lips as they were almost touching her face. Instead of replying to her, he lowered his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck. The heat of his body was sending tingles through hers and she closed her eyes.
"Sesshomaru, what's wrong?" she managed to ask.
She would not stop until he answered. They spent too much time not talking. They could not do this every time.
"You saw him again," he said against her skin.
Why did he admit it? It made him look weak and pathetic. And yet the moment the words left his lips, he found himself kissing, devouring her neck, slowly taking away the awful scent.
"Hojo?" she asked, tugging down, trying to free her hands. As soon as he felt the pressure of her pull, he let go and she brought her arms down.
"Hojo," he repeated, the name leaving a bittersweet taste in his mouth.
She brought her hands up, resting them against his back. His mouth was demanding; he was almost forceful. He was taking without asking. Not that she minded. Every time his lips made contact with her skin, she felt like she was turned to liquid fire.
"He's a friend."
Another kiss. This time lower. His lips were dragging down the collar of her shirt, almost showing the beginning of her breasts.
"We had coffee."
He knew what they had. Everyone had the office made sure to share with him every little detail - as though he was supposed to know it, as though they were doing him a favour. He brushed it up. He said out loud that they were long time friends. That his wife was not cheating on him or having a secret rendez-vous. Deep inside, his rational side knew that. However, he was not all rational. He was animalistic in his core. He was a beast. And he did not like the fact that she was covered with another man's scent. He lowered his body, brushing their chests together, tangling their legs. She threw her head back a bit while he snaked her hand at her waist, fingers teasing the flesh of her stomach.
Her lungs were on fire, she was breathless as she let the jolts of electricity travel through her. She wanted to explain but the feelings were too much to bear. It hurt. They were not a couple and he was jealous again. It tingled at the feelings she tried to keep buried deep inside. Sesshomaru would never be that man, he would not take her on dates, he would not love her. He respected her. He took care of her. He wanted her. It should have never been enough. It was not enough for the old Kagome but it was enough for this one. She hated herself on good days, she was miserable and not a lot of things made her smile. But he did. He reminded her what it was like to feel that emotion bubbling inside of her. He reminded her that she could feel desirable and that all her flaws did not have to be flaws.
Was it so bad that she wanted to give in?
She lowered her hands until they were mimicking his; right at the edge of his shirt, ready to flatten themselves across the plane of his abs. And she did it. She ventured her hands inside, touching his warm skin, feeling the bumps of muscles beneath her fingertips. For a second, she had flashes of her dreams and her body quaked beneath his. It was all he needed to do the same. His hands slipped under her shirt, roaming the skin of her stomach, feeling it cave in and rise up again as he made his way to the bottom of her breasts. He knew her friend never got that far but he still felt the need to touch her, cleanse her of that stench. He pulled his face away from her neck, already missing the feel of her smooth, pale skin.
"Is this -?" he did not even know the word for it.
He was aware of what he looked like. He came in, almost accusing her, he was rubbing his scent on her. He felt out of control. He hated it; he wanted to get back his control. If he could just tame himself, chase away the scent, it would be soothing and it would be easier for him to control the hurricane happening inside of him.
"It's okay."
For a moment, it felt like a passion, like a reckless moment between lovers. She knew better, she knew what they were. Although, sometimes, it was easy to forget. Maybe she wanted to forget. It was going to happen. Was it so bad if every moment felt real? It might not help her, it might make her fall faster but - was there a downside to pretending? If it felt real, should she not simply go along with it?
Her tiny hands began tugging at his shirt, the hopelessness inside of her growing. She did not know if it was her need she was feeling or his, but they were blending in inside of her. She knew this was not going to end up - that way. After all she was - well she was bleeding. This was about filling the void, touching each other. It was the way they communicated. They did not talk enough. She wanted to work on that but she was torn between not knowing how and being afraid that she would be bothersome. There was no winning in this situation.
He watched her eyes, almost hoping she would refuse, change her mind but she did not. She took him, she accepted him, every time he came at her. He took, he stopped and she always followed his rhythm no matter what. She had to want something, she had to need something. He could not read her. His need was obvious when it came to her. He would not do it unless he needed it and the proof of his need was always quite obvious. She was not the same way. She was quiet, she did not voice herself. Although he knew he could have an effect on her… he knew nothing else.
"Do you want this?"
He knew neither of them wanted-wanted it. But did she feel it shake her bones, her body breaking under the need?
He asked it so, so innocently. Like it did not mean what it meant. She could not help but blush. She nodded." I-I do."
Sesshomaru took a hold on her shirt and slowly began lifting it. He noticed the tremble of her pink lips and the uncertainty that slowly formed in her eyes.
"You are fine," he whispered.
He agreed that she was bony and yet, she was attractive. It was not a lie. It was not meant to compliment her, it was the truth. The despair in her eyes was hard to miss and sometimes she felt like the shadow of herself. She never minded her body - she ran around feudal japan in a skirt. She could be that way again even if she did not look the same. She had it in her. Something deep inside was broken but he did not know what it was nor did he understand enough of her, or humans to understand what it was. It did not mean he did not see it.
His words made her chest swell with a foreign feeling. She saw the way he looked at her, she knew it was not a lie. Yet, her mind somehow needed some convincing.
He lifted her shirt until the cool air hit her breasts, turning her nipples hard. She licked her lips, watching his eyes grow while he looked upon her mounds. Sesshomaru lowered his lips and slowly captured one of them in his mouth, much like he had done before. His tongue wrapped around it, licking it and sending spirals of jolts through her. She wriggled beneath him, one of her hands finding its way on his shoulder. She squeezed, leaning into the feeling as she felt him nibble. He had not done that before. A soft, quiet moan past her lips and she pinched her mouth close, trying to keep it in, slightly embarrassed.
His hands glided down the side of her body until they were holding her hips, digging his fingers in, mindful of the claws. Every time he gave in, every time he let his guard down around her, his disguise came off, unconsciously. He never realized he would transform back to his real form, the glamour fading away. He kept himself in check, no matter the difficulty of the task. Already he felt his erection pulsing, straining and pushing against the fabric of his dark pants. He kneaded her flesh with his fingers, enjoying himself as he suckled on her breast. He played with the sensitive nipple, grazing poking fangs at it. She wriggled in his arms and he could not help the pride that filled him. She moaned by herself and now for some reason he wanted her to moan because of him.
He wanted to hear that sound again and again.
And there was something else he wanted, a scent taunting him from the beginning, one that wrapped around him, begging him, calling out to him.
He tore himself away from her breast, leaving a wet nipple behind and then, he trailed his mouth all the way down. He kissed his way to her navel and then buried his face into it. Right there, the smell was the strongest. It was right beneath, begging him for a taste. The blood, the spiciness; being this close nearly made him dizzy. He wanted to break all of his chains, forgo control, and dive in. His tongue poked out and he began lapping at her skin, brushing very close to her intimate region. She tensed slightly, but then relaxed as the wave of pleasures hit her. A nervousness filled her as suddenly something that seemed impossible became very plausible. He was not thinking of going anywhere near that was he?
Sesshomaru heard her heartbeat pick up. "Relax." His voice was not like usual; it was deep, demanding, almost husky.
Enthralled, she nodded.
He moved his hands down and then grabbed her pants, he lowered them, and felt her whole body going rigid. He pushed them past her rear and then waited. He raised his glance and looked into her eyes. He could not see the difference between uncomfortable and not wanting to. Sesshomaru completely pulled himself away from her, letting her ass hit the bed.
"I can stop," he said, already ready to leave.
He came in strong, his jealousy clouding his judgement. He was pushing too far, he knew he was.
Kagome watched him, her eyes opened wide. She was not uncomfortable with what they were doing, it was something else entirely. Sesshomaru had a good nose, there was no way he did not notice! "Mm, it's just…"
"If you do not wish to do this now, I will go."
"No it's.." Why was it so difficult to say? "The blood." She looked away, her face on fire.
He blinked once and twice.
The blood? She was repulsed by the blood? Or did she think he was?
"It does not bother me."
"What?" it came out louder and more surprised than she intended but her shock was hard to hide.
"The blood does not bother me. It does not hinder my desire."
"It doesn't?"
"Why should it?"
"It's - I mean…" She did not know why it should. She never saw it as something that should create desire. Then again, he was not human; he was a youkai. It was blood, it indicated many things but - he - wow. She wanted to answer him but she was completely speechless.
"You were uncomfortable because of the blood?"
"I thought, I thought you would be. I thought you didn't know."
"My nose is very powerful."
"I know - I thought. I thought you would find it disgusting." She waved a hand and shook her hand. "It's fine. If you're fine, I'm fine."
She was not used to talking so much when they were in such a situation. There she was, almost in her underwear with her chest bare while he was trapping her legs with his. It was rather intimate. Whenever they spoke, there was some distance between them, a situation that made it feel like it was not really happening even though it was. They were so good at ignoring it during the day…
He thought all of the chit chat would put a damper on things but now that his prize was there, waiting for him, almost in sight, he found that there was no pushing back the desire inside of him. His erection was not going away any time soon either. He wanted this, he needed this. He knew he could not let himself have too much not yet. Especially not now that all he could think about was another man touching her. It was too risky. He needed to keep going with the plan they had since the beginning; they would push back the inevitable as much as possible. Although, his clouded mind still demanded more than he had taken before and she appeared to be willing.
Sesshomaru grabbed her legs and slowly nestled himself in between. "Do you wish me to stop?"
His gaze was predatory and she held back the need to shiver. This was what she was supposed to do. Although it was what she was supposed to avoid. For his sake. It was his downfall - even if he did not seem afraid to fall. Then again, he did not have as much to lose as she did. It was not his heart on the line. Only his body. "No."
He lowered himself away, finishing what he had started. He completely removed her sweat pants, lifting her legs up to do so. Somehow, it was much more stressful to find herself in her underwear than bare chest. Last time, she unconsciously knew it would not go that far. This time it was different. This time she had the time to think about it, to think about the underwear she was wearing. They were not even pretty. They were plain white wide panties. Nothing attractive, nothing that would make her feel sexy. And yet, he watched her so carefully as though he had never been more aroused. Sometimes, for brief seconds, his eyes almost had a glaze of red to them. But she was never sure if she was hallucinating or it was real. It always went away so fast.
Sesshomaru buried his face in her crotch, his nose pressing in. She felt the dam inside of her break, a wetness damping her underwear. Last time, he barely inhaled and then he pulled away. This time, he was staying, burying his nose even deeper, providing her with new foreign sensations.
He did what he did not dare to do the last time. He let his tongue out and lapped at her through the fabric. From the action alone, he could taste her. The heavenly taste was on his tongue, filling his mouth with a honey, sweet flavor. He growled against her, his cock aching with need. This was the wetness that was promise to him, the heat he craved since the beginning. He nibbled at the fabric, his fangs nearly threatening to tear at it. His hands rose up and he began pulling them down. He heard her hold her breath but he did not stop. He asked her many times if she wished for him to continue and she always did. If she voiced an objection, at anytime, he would listen.
Slowly, he peeled away the white fabric until finally, it revealed a patch of black curls. He was not even done pulling them off that he already buried his face in the curls, inhaling in a way that almost tickled her. She squirmed but he held her down as he finally showed her to himself. He pulled himself away, completely removed her underwear and carelessly tossed it on the ground. Then, he hooked his arms around her legs and approached his prize. His body tingled, the scent of her arousal and her blood mixing together, driving him dizzy. He dove in, instincts driving him. Kagome yelped in surprise as she felt him shove his tongue deep inside of her wet, warm core. The next sound that came out of her mouth was a loud moan.
"Oh- oh."
He almost smirked. He shoved his tongue inside and out, letting himself forget the world around him, simply letting himself savour her. He moved his hands to hold her down, trying to keep her from running away. It was most likely unconscious, under the pressure and overwhelm of the new feelings, but she was pulling away from him. His mouth was overflown from the juices, while he twirled his tongue inside of her. He never imagined this would be it. He always saw her pleasing him. And yet this, this was pleasing him indeed. He wanted to taste more, he wanted to feel more of her. He raised his mouth slightly captured her sensitive nub between his teeth, tugging at it.
"OH god."
She sat up, the feeling too much to bear. She drove her teeth in her bottom lip, trying to find a way from preventing herself from screaming. Never in her life had anything ever felt like this. She did not know what to do with herself. The feeling was settling inside of her heart, bursting it open.
He dared his tongue out, diving in again and again. He listened to hear scream, moan and whisper in pleasure. He felt her hands as she tangled them in his hair, intertwining her fingers with his silver locks.
"Se-ses-" She could not finish his name, she could not even muster a full thought in her brain. Everything was scrambled.
He lapped at her like she was a never ending fountain and the only thing she could do was come undone in his arms, as a powerful wave of pleasure wrapped around her body, taking her to a place she had never been before. His mouth became filled with her nectar and he happily drank until she had no more to give him. Her body shook, the pleasure too much for her to handle and a scream of passion escaped her throat. Pride floated through him as she slowly went limp, her eyes fully closed and her face covered in a layer of sweat. She took small, short breaths, unable to fill her lungs with air.
Sesshomaru pulled himself away from her wet, dripping core, his mouth still covered in her. He licked his lips clean and watched her, her breasts heaving, her chest collapsing, her body still basking in the after glow.
He could not escape the fate that awaited him.
There was no going back.
He was going to have her.
But there was also one problem.
He was supposed to let her go, he was supposed to let her be free to live her own life. She was not even with someone else. She had a friend. Someone that she was seeing in a very platonic way - and she was not even Sesshomaru's and yet, he did this. He felt jealousy for a new reason. She was not a toy. She was not a sword he felt he deserved. She was human being.
And he was jealous because someone else touched her.
It was no longer a slippery road.
It was a crash waiting to happen.
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