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A Sacred Treasure and a Hanyou	By : cukid9 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 18612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: Don�t own...would love to...*sigh*
Chapter 2

Insight
Warm, chocolate brown eyes met stormy gray ones in confusion as a book slammed shut with an odd sound of finality. Kagome sighed and ran her fingers through her thick, midnight black hair, trying to relieve the tension in her head.

A thin, dark eyebrow arched over the chocolate eyes. "You okay, Kagome?"

Kagome looked at the woman sitting across from her at the table. Dark, brunette hair was highlighted with red streaks. A well-manicured hand reached up to brush her bangs out of her eyes.

From somewhere, Kagome dredged up a smile. "I'm fine, Sango. Just more tired than I thought." She sighed. "I have this huge test tomorrow though." Kagome frowned down at the book she had so recently abused. "Who would have thought they would make you take a written test in a dance class?"

The question was rhetorical. Sango shrugged a shoulder and decided it was time to change the subject. "Speaking of dancing..." she trailed off and Kagome saw a wicked gleam enter her eyes. "Where did you learn to do lap dances?"

Kagome's eyes widened in surprise. "You saw?"

Sango nodded, shifted in her seat so that her legs were crossed before her. "Yeah, the whole thing. The mirror on the wall is two-way. It's for protection; for the girls and for the client." She giggled slightly, excitement bubbling out of her. "I almost fell over when Inuyasha Takahashi asked for you. He never asks for anyone. Never gets private dances, never shows any interest in anyone."

"He comes to the club often?" Kagome asked, suddenly finding the wood grain of the table very interesting.

"He didn't used to. Just now and then, usually with clients or friends. He always seems so remote. Most of the time he looks like he's doing business, like he's sitting at a diner sipping coffee instead of in the middle of a high class strip club." Sango leaned forward. "But since you started, he comes every night you perform. He doesn't talk on the phone or bring his PDA. He just orders a drink and watches you, as if he's never seen a woman before." Sango paused, her grin widening. "So, where did you learn to dance like that?" she asked again.

Kagome felt her cheeks heat and she shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "Kaede said she wanted me to do something different, something a little more playful...sexier." Kagome looked up at Sango and smiled. "When I was little, I remember my mother choreographed 'Cabaret' for a community theatre. She did the posters for it too. On them, she had a woman sitting in a chair, wearing fishnets, heels, a black leotard and tie, and a derby hat cocked to one side. I always thought that was a sexy picture." Kagome absently ran her hand along the cover of her textbook. "The routine was my own," she said. "I've been working on it for a few weeks. When I showed it to Kaede a couple of days ago she said that it was perfect."

"But what about the lap dance?" Sango asked, as if everything else were not important.

Kagome laughed a little at her roommate's reaction. "That was just spur of the moment," she admitted. "I've never done anything like that."

Sango leaned back again, eyeing her friend with playful envy. "So, just off the top of your head you made Inuyasha Takahashi almost cum in his pants?" she asked, slyly.

Kagome felt the blood rush to her cheeks and her friend�s forwardness. "No...I mean, yes the dance was off the top of my head. But I didn't almost make him...almost make him..." she couldn't even form the words.

Sango giggled. "You left before you saw him stand up," she pointed out. "I, however, watched a very aroused Takahashi pick up your hat, with a goofy grin on his face, and walk, uncomfortably I might add, out of the club." Apparently there was still blood left somewhere in Kagome's body that made her blush deepen. Sango just laughed harder.

She had tried to be professional when she entered the room. She had felt her breath stop for an instant when she saw the light make two molten amber eyes glow, when it played off silvery white hair, when she saw him move as graceful as a cat into the room. When he had requested that she take off her hat, she had almost done it. But, part of her agreement with the club said that she did not ever have to show her face. It wasn't that she was exactly ashamed of working there. The job, after all, paid the bills, paid tuition, with enough left over that she could indulge herself every once in awhile. Kagome just didn't want to take the chance that a classmate or professor saw her there. Not to mention her ex-boyfriend. She sighed inwardly at the duplicity of male logic. According to Hojo, her ex, it was perfectly okay for him to go to places like that, but not acceptable for her to be dancing in places like that.

So, she had denied Takahashi his request and had explained the rules to him. She had caught his expression in the mirror before she had started dancing. He looked faintly amused, but other than that, there was nothing on his face.

For some reason, the reaction had confused and irritated her. She spent her days at school, dancing until she ached, and then turned around to be the girl that men wanted to see. Wanted to see because their own wives or girlfriends would not do the things that she did. Here she was, busting her ass to make some guy feel as though someone in the world wanted him, and all he did was watch her from under those thick white lashes.

And so, Kagome had done everything in her power to make him want her. She knew she was attracted to him, had known it since she had put her lips next to his ear, had drawn in his scent that was oddly devoid of cologne. Instead, she was reminded of the woods that stood behind her childhood home. She was reminded of the way the forest smelled after a spring rain, of the earthy scent of autumn leaves underfoot. She had felt something coil within her as she licked her lips, as she looked up to see that bored expression on his face in the mirror.

So, she bated him as much as she could. Tried to see if he could keep that expression when she had touched him just there, along the insides of his thighs. And perhaps, she had thought at the time, perhaps she was just too tame for him. Perhaps he had seen this all before. When she had snapped him across those black slacks that encased his thighs with her tie, when his breathing noticeably changed, Kagome had fought the urge to smile. She had found it. The conservative looking businessman on the chair before her liked it kinky, rough.

And when she had straddled him, feeling the hard muscles of his legs bunch beneath her, grinding her hips against his, she had nearly let out a moan to match his when she felt the bulge in his pants rubbing against her.

Kagome pushed herself from the table she was now sitting at, walking into the kitchen. She rummaged around, found the kettle and a mug and started making tea. She turned back to the dining room, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, crossing her arms and looking at Sango.

"I didn't mean to make him...you know," she finally said. "He just made me so angry. He asks for me to dance for him and then just sits there, like he was watching a bad musical?" Kagome sighed in frustration and shoved her bangs out of her eyes.

"Did you know who he was?" Sango asked.

Kagome nodded, heard the kettle start to whistle and made her tea before resuming her place at the table.

"Yeah," she said. "I knew who he was. At first I was flattered, and really nervous. I mean, who doesn't know about the Takahashi brothers?" She blew the steam from the top of her mug, watching it swirl gracefully away from her. "But when I saw that arrogant look on his face, like he was bored to death, I just...I don't know."

Sango smiled, sympathetically. "Yeah. But you didn't see all of his reactions," she said. "I saw his eyes widen more than a few times. Like when you shook your ass in his face." Sango giggled and a small smile appeared around the corners of Kagome's mouth. "And what exactly were you doing with your face pressed into his neck?"

Kagome eyed her friend, wondering how much she should admit. Sighing in resignation, she set her cup down, idly pushing the tea bag around with her spoon. "I licked him," she finally said.

Sango's squeal of delight made Kagome look up, startled. "You licked a Takahashi?!" the brunette squeaked. Kagome's affirmative nod made another squeal come out of the woman. "I would never have thought that sweet, innocent little Kagome would have the nerve to do something like that!"

"I�m not that innocent," Kagome said, leaning back and chuckling. "He was just so...responsive after I snapped him with my tie." She paused, watching as Sango laughed. "He's lucky I didn't bite him," she added.

Another squeal sent both of the girls into fits of giggles. Kagome clutched at her stomach with one hand, pushing her tea away with the other.

"Enough," she said, through gasps. "I have to get to bed. I can at least be well rested for my test if I'm not going to know anything about it."

Sango covered her mouth with her hand, trying unsuccessfully to stifle her laughter. "Okay, Kagome." She watched as her friend and roommate walked into the kitchen, cleaned out her mug and then came back into the dining room to retrieve her book. "What do you think he would have done if you had bit him?" she asked, as Kagome started to walk down the hall to her bedroom.

The raven-haired girl threw a sly look over her shoulder. "I would love to know as much as you."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as Sango started laughing again. Saying goodnight to her amused friend, Kagome found her way into the comforting warmth of her bed.
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