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Red Lotus	By : Maddiesan Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 20072 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter List
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A/N: I know some of you were unhappy with the last chapter! I hope this one will make everyone's smile. :)
Red Lotus
Chapter 24: The Pronking
She kicked the door opened with her foot, a tension running through her quadriceps. She pushed her way in while her back was sluggish and arched over. Kagome ran her fingers through her short black hair and closed the door with her back. Who knew a six hours shift could be this exhausting? It had been unexpected really. She thought she could not obtain a job because of her lack of experience but apparently luck was on her side. The little bookstore downtown called, offering her a position as a cashier. Kagome jumped on the opportunity and after a quick interview she was hired. Of course, she had no doubt that they might have hired her out of pity but the fact remained the same; she had a job.
Now, she would be bringing in money and she would quit leeching off Sesshomaru. Plus, with a maybe-baby on the way, it would not hurt to have some extra money.
Kagome finally tore herself from the door and shook her shoes off of her feet. Somewhere in the background she could hear dishes clinging; Sesshomaru was cooking. She raised her wrist and glanced at her watch; it was nearing six o'clock. She had not told him about the job. After all, what if she did not get it? She did not need him to add another failure to her long list of things she sucked at. Plus, conversation was a little difficult at the moment. They never spoke about her little outburst because she was not about to tell him the reason behind it and he did not care enough to ask. Putting distance between them was the best thing she could do at the moment. It spared her heart.
She dragged her feet to the kitchen where she found him pouring pastas in a bowl. He was truly making sure she got all of her meals. She had put on a little weight in the past few weeks. She supposed that was a good thing. Although the taste of food remained somewhat blend.
Sesshomaru barely lifted his eyes - just enough to steal a glimpse. When he found the apartment empty, he assumed she went to see her psychiatrist. However, now that she was in the room with him, he began to have doubts. There were unfamiliar scents rolling off of her; men, paper, women, and bad perfume? This was not the scent she carried back with her when she saw the woman. No, she had been somewhere else. Somewhere where they were men. They did not exactly touch her but they were near her. Where was this place? And why did she look so tired? He was not going to ask. But his grip on the blue porcelain bowl did tighten. He pushed it in her direction, his fingers crisped.
"Thank you," she whispered as she sat down. Working did help her develop an appetite. Working. She could not believe she was the one saying that word.
He leaned across the counter, not touching his own bowl. Eating was not necessary and his current focus prevented him from even pretending he needed to eat. A glance was tossed her way, barely a flicker of the eye, but he saw nothing. He could not read her as well as he thought he could. He did feel a strange happiness radiating through his chest and he knew that had absolutely nothing to do with him. It was coming from her. Why was she happy? What happened to her? She would not know if their attempts worked for a few days. There were too many factors covering her scent meaning he could not tell she was pregnant. She would need to be a few weeks along for him to detect it. At that point, a test was faster. She said she would take one around the time of her period. Since she did not always get them, it was not a good enough indicator on its own.
Alright, if he stared at her any longer, he would drive her insane.
"How was work?"
"Acceptable."
Alright perhaps talking about a job he hated was not the best conversation starter. Should she tell him? He probably already knew, hence the glaring. "I got a job." And she slurped her noodles.
He blinked. "A job?"
She nodded. "At a bookstore."
"Which one?"
"It's not far from your work. Kinokuniya Bookstore."
He knew the place; he drove by it on his way to work. Though he wondered why she went searching for a job. She might be pregnant soon and despite her regained strength he doubted she would be able to carry a child and work at the same time. Then again, it was not his place to tell her how to live her life.
"It won't be much. Ten to fifteen hours a week." She did not want to start with much until she was sure she could handle it. Plus, all her nightly activities with Sesshomaru drained her energy. Although, there was less of those lately. "The extra cash could be useful."
She was not wrong about that. He took the time to make some research and indeed, the cost of raising a child in this modern age was expensive. Though he did think that the whole school system was a waste of time he figured she would not feel that way. And she did have a say in the way they would raise the child.
"Everyone's really nice there." Alright, at this point this counted as having a conversation by herself. It was beginning to get uncomfortable.
"Congratulations, then."
That was better than nothing.
He searched her eyes for a reaction but he found none. Lately, it had been difficult to expect her reactions - especially since she cried that night. He expected tears at any time and he was not a fan of tears. Not only that but the unsettling, dreading feeling in her chest? He felt it as well. It was little things but they were becoming bothersome. A sadness there, a frustration her, a ping of happiness later. And some of those mood swings occurred while he was at work. Did he not have a hard time enough putting up with all these idiots? Did he truly need the weight of her emotions making him short temper? No. But he had to deal with it. It was all part of that stupid, awful bond they shared. He was more aggravated than ever.
Even now, his chest felt lighter than usual and it was unbearable.
"Thank you for dinner," she replied as she put her fork down. She gobbled it down faster than she imagined she would.
"You are welcome."
She saw the side of his nostrils flare and she assumed he was smelling her again. Maybe she did need a shower. Although he was not considerate of her feelings - which was hardly his fault since he had no feelings - it did not mean she could not be considerate of his. It would be best for his nose if she washed away all the scents that stank her body. "I'll take a shower. Did you need the bathroom?"
"No, you may proceed."
"Thanks."
She bit her bottom lip and stole a last glance his way before resigning herself. They had gotten better - they had gone through a barrier and managed to talk honestly. She even tried to provoke a reaction out of him and made a deal with him. Now, it was back to civil, polite conversation. It was driving her nuts. She did not know why but she felt angry lately. Like a foreign rage was seeping inside her chest, taking root and spreading.
"Are you okay with this?"
He tilted his head ever so slightly to the left. "Am I okay with you taking a shower?"
"With me working."
"You are free to do what you please with your life."
"So you don't have a problem with it."
"It's not my business to 'have a problem with it'."
She knew he was not actually happy about - Sesshomaru was not happy about much. And he did not love. So what was there to be happy about? A reaction - anything. She needed something out of him.
"Alright then. Sorry I asked."
She ran her hand down her face; what was wrong with her. She looked like a girlfriend trying to pick a fight with her boyfriend. Except he was not her boyfriend he was her fake husband slash mate. Even better.
Kagome tried to chase all thoughts out of her mind as she headed for the bathroom and began her shower. She quickly stripped naked and stepped into the hot water. She let it calm her down, loosening the tight stress muscles of her body. A lot was changing and it was happening fast. She simply needed some time to get used to it. A sigh rolled off her lips and she began to shampoo her hair. There was more of it now. She was probably going to get a hair cut soon. Although the texture of her hair was horrendous, it did reach all the way to her ears. Problem? She looked like she had a boy hair cut. Since she clearly did not have the body of a woman, it did not help.
She stared down at her chest, observing the changes that had taken place over time. Her breasts had enlarged, though they remained small compared to their previous size. There was a hint of ribs showing and a little pudgy belly. As she gain weight it did not come back everywhere evenly. Hence the belly. The thigh gap she despised was slowly reducing and there was a bit more padding on her rear - and that she was grateful for. Her rather previous flat ass did not make for a good cushion. But there was a still a long way to go. The constant feedings were helping.
Kagome rinsed out her hair and soaped up her body, scrubbing enough to remove the scents that coated her skin. Once she was done, she put the white soap back on the shower caddy. Unfortunately for her, she missed the slightly rusted edge of it and scraped her hand along side of it. "Ow!"
Quickly she held her hand under the water, letting it wash away the blood. Another downside to the sickness; she was a bit more prone to injuries and when she did injure herself, it was worst than it should be. She thought that problem would have fixed itself by now but apparently she was wrong. It stung and burned as she tried not to cringe while the water seemed to make the pounding in her hand worse. Idiot. As if she wanted to show up with a wound at work. She tried taking her hand away from the water but the blood did not stop. Maybe she needed a bandage?
There was a creak and Kagome raised her head. She peeked from the beige and black shower curtain and saw Sesshomaru standing in the bathroom. The door was wide open behind him and he stood beside the steamy, fog filled mirror. His eyes were scanning the shower, his nose scrunching as he smelled the blood.
Kagome pulled the curtain away from her naked body without shame. He had seen her naked before. She held up her hand and showed him the injury. "Sorry, I - I cut myself. It was stupid." She should have known that the blood would attract his attention. He would not let her die in the shower.
He stepped closer to her, his eyes glued to her hand. Meanwhile the shower kept running, splashing water around on the floor but neither cared. He grabbed her wrist and brought her hand to his face. He turned it, inspecting it until finally he released her. "Get out of the shower." It sounded like an order but his tone was not harsh.
She followed his instructions, a shiver traveling down her back as she stepped out of the warmth of the water. Her feet quickly soaked up the white carpet with water and she waited there, her arms wrapped up around her chest. He moved towards the medicine cabinet and gestured for her to come closer. Alright, she might have been fine with being naked while he inspected her injury but now it was getting awkward. Usually when she was naked, the only interaction happening was sex. This was not sex. Therefor, it was weird.
Once she was beside him, he grabbed her wrist again. She thought he would clean it or disinfect it but instead, he stared again. And then it happened. He approached it to his lips. She watched with wide eyes as he lapped his tongue across the wound, licking off all trace of blood. She held her breathe while his actions caused tingles to spread and replace the numbness in her hand. He licked her hand. Blood kept leaking out of the cut and he did not stop licking. She could feel his tongue diving into the depths of the open flesh and for the love of Kami why was she so aroused by this? She watched him intensively as though she was in a trance. Her eyes never wavered while his grip on her wrist tightened.
What she did not see was the growing erection growing in his pants.
He did not meant to - he should not have. He even managed to walk away initially - but he was not able to do it twice. Now he had her in his grip and he did not want her to go. His blood was pumping, his body heat rising while he wanted to devour her whole. The redness of her blood soaked through his eyes, turning them crimson. He exhaled loudly against her palm and finally, he used his hold on her to tug her forward. Her wet chest collided with his, water staining his perfectly ironed grey dress shirt but he did not care. She was as aroused as he was and it was all he needed before he crashed his lips against hers. Instincts forced him to release her wrist while he wrapped his arms around her wet body.
He quickly attached her lips until to move on to her neck. She tilted her head backwards, giving him all the access he needed. Her hands tangled in his hair, while a small voice in the back of her head kept repeating to cool off. Every time he touched her, electricity traveled through her body and she did not want him to stop. She felt him lift her and settle her on the counter and a weird feeling of déjà-vu washed over her. His hands began to struggle with his belt and suddenly, she heard his black pants fall to the ground. She imagined that the boxers followed but she could not tell as her eyes were closed. A skillful tongue lapped at her neck and she clutched his shirt, covering it with her blood.
She never smelled blood before.
But at that specific moment she could.
Cooper, and sweet. It burned, leaving a trail of heat behind. It was tingling her insides, calling out to her to abandon all reasons. Could blood really do that to a person?
His hand squeezed her hips and he used his knee to part her legs. However, there was one problem; this was not the counter in the kitchen. It was too high. That prevented him from achieving his goal. He inched her closer, frustrated but when it did not work he growled. It rumbled through her, distracting her. She yelped when he glided her down her feet but nothing surprised her more as when he flipped her around. Her stomach touched the cold marble counter and as he moulded his body to hers, she bent over it. His nose was snuggling her neck, inhaling her scent. At this point, her blood covered everything around them and it was making him hard. He pressed his lower body to hers, his cock digging between her ass cheeks.
He tilted his hips down, forcing himself to slid in between her wetness. He lifted her ass up, giving himself better access, and pushed himself inside her wet core. Immediately, she moaned and he gripped at her while increasing the speed of his thrusts. He smacked against her repetitively, tearing whimpers of pleasure from her throat. She clutched the counter but it did not good. Her small breasts bounced every time he penetrated her and she tossed her head backwards. When they did this, it was in the traditional position, his body somewhat far from hers despite their obvious connection. This was different. His hands were exploring her back, his chest against hers, his legs trapping her, and his nose it was in her neck, it was on small of her back…it tickled, it nuzzled.
It was almost intimate.
She inhaled deeply as fingers brushed up against ribs, lifting to cup her breasts. Claws grazed at the skin while he slipped in and out of her wetness. She was not even fertile; it was not about that. He pounded inside of her, slowly pulling her away from the counter. Her chest hung in the emptiness while her grip on the counter was what kept her steady. He could plunge deeper than ever before and every time he let himself slid inside of her warm, dripping core, her ass would smack against him. He dared to let go of her breasts and moved his hands to cup her rear. At first, he was gentle, fingers caressing the flesh, but as she tightened around him, squeezed him, he groped at the flesh, leaving trails of red marks behind.
Kagome pushed back against his thrusts, sliding hihm harder and deeper inside. She knew she was the one making all the noises, unable to control her voice. "Sess-s." It was too much, too much to bear, too much to handle. Her throat was raspy and dry from her all her cries of passion.
He nuzzled his face to the back of her neck. "A-again."
His voice startled her; he never spoke during the act. Again? He wanted her to say his name again? She was supposed to protect her heart from him, put as much distance between them as she could. He was acting differently, possessive, worrying some - speeding in here the moment she hurt herself. "Sesshomaru," she moaned as he gripped her ass and pushed himself deep inside. She clenched her walls around him, feeling her impending doom lurking above her. She was going to come undone. This was more intense, erotic than anything else they had done.
He kept touching her, filling her, never giving her a beat to recover. She melted under his touch, her juices dripping down her own legs. If he fucked her like that she was going to - and she did. She clenched around him, keeping him sucked in deep inside of her while her world fall apart. Warmth exploded around him as he lodged himself in her core, and he let his claws pierce the skin of her rear. More blood spilled from her body while he was forced to empty himself inside of her. His heavy chest pressed against her back, giving her the task of holding him up slightly. His claws retracted from her flesh and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her chest heaved with every breathe she took while she tried to catch her breathe.
Her legs were shaking, threatening to give in but he was holding her up.
What happened? And why did she like it so much?
-R-
"Thank you, please come again."
Kagome handed the customer his bag with a smile on her lips. She closed the register and sat back down on her little stool. She laid her injured hand on her lap, mindful of her bandage. After the bathroom incident, Sesshomaru had cleaned the wound - properly - and wrapped a bandage around the injury. Although all of that was after he licked the new wounds on her rear. The memory of it was enough to bring a deep dark blush to her cheeks. Now was not the time to be thinking about that. They resumed their lives normally afterwards. He had even dropped her off to work this morning, saying it was on his way anyway.
"Kagome?"
"Yes, Mr. Takashi?"
He was an older man with grey peppered through his hair. He wore thick rimmed black glasses and always dressed in a plaid shirt with black pants. He was nice, always asking her if she was alright or needed a break. She did not want the pity he was offering her but he knew he was doing it out of the kindness of her heart without any evilness behind. People wanted to cuddle her ups because she was sick.
"You can go on your lunch break now."
"Thank you."
Lunch, right. She did not think about that. It was only her second shift and since her eating schedule was based on when Sesshomaru made food for her - the thought of having a lunch break did not occur to her. She bent down and grabbed her purse from beneath the counter. Slowly, she made her way out of the bookstore and into the streets. She could go eat to a little restaurant or something. Maybe grab a café? Although… by herself? She did not even consider the possibility of bringing a book with her. She stared into the distance, one building standing out; Sesshomaru's bank.
Could she?
It would be about his lunch time as well.
But that would be bothering him in another sphere of his life.
Then again, he mentioned time and again how he despised the people at his work. He had to have lunch with them - every day. Surely her company had to be better than that of his co-workers? She clenched her hands into fists and began heading towards the large, grey building. All the way there, she panicked. Sometimes she considered turning around but she kept walking ahead regardless. By the time she reached the front door her hands were shaking. She pulled the door open and walked in. For the most part it was calm, a few regular people walking around, a few businessman speeding around with their suitcases. She searched the welcome counter and once she found it, she beelined for the blonde lady.
She inspected her, her perfect hair wrapped in a tight bun, a white blouse that highlighted her fairly large breasts and a black pencil skirt that did wonder for her waist. She also had a white name tag that read Yuuki.
"Hello, how may I help you too?"
"Hi. Hm, yes I'm looking for Sesshomaru Taisho?"
The girl nodded. "Yes do you have an appointment?" she asked as she began to type away on her computer.
"Hm, no."
"I'm sorry," she replied with a smile plastered on her face. "You will need an appointment to see him. Would you like to make one?"
"Actually, I'm - I'm his wife. I just wanted to know if he was free for lunch?"
The woman's eyes traveled to her short messy hair all the way to her ugly brown shoes. Big pink blouse, way too baggy for her and a pair of black pants that remained on her waist only because she had squeezed the crap out of a belt. She was not impressed. She heard the stories but she had refused to believe they were true. Sesshomaru Taisho as too good looking to be married to that. "His - wife?"
"Kagome H- Taisho."
Yuuki popped her red lips together, returning to the fake facade. "I'll call him." Her brown eyes narrowed as she reached out for the phone, pressing the dial pad a little harder than she needed to. "Yes, Mr. Taisho? I have your wife here? Kagome. Yes well -"
And that was it. She did not have time to finish her sentence because Sesshomaru hung up on her. Yuuki stared at the phone in disbelief. He hung up on her. He could not possibly be mad simply because she said his wife was here. Could it be that the woman was lying?
Kagome popped her lips; that conversation did not go well. Despite the woman's best efforts at keeping a straight face, the truth was obvious; Sesshomaru hung up on her. Perhaps all of this had been a terrible idea…
"Kagome?"
At the sound of his deep voice she twirled around. "Se-sesshomaru."
"Are you hurt?"
And that was the first thing that came to his mind. Of course he was the sane one out of the two of them. Because she should not be there, at his work, waiting to go to lunch with him.
"Hm, no. I - it's my lunch time."
She came all the way to the bank to tell him she was having lunch? "And?"
"D-did you hm, want to - erm, go somewhere?"
He blinked as her words processed. She wanted to have lunch with him? Every day, he had lunch at work surrounded by idiots. Initially, her proposition sounded foolish but now as he thought back about what a hell that half an hour was - it did not sound as crazy.
"Let me grab my jacket."
He disappeared from her view while she remained there stunned. Did he actually agree without putting up a fight? Clearly he was still feeling the effect of the after glow or whatever. There was no way - he - she was not going to argue. For a single moment, her heart felt lighter and she let a smile creep up on her. There was a bit of hope.
Once Sesshomaru came back they walked in silence to a little bistro that was right by the bank; no car ride required. The awkwardness did not dissipate, not even when they sat down and ordered their food. Kagome sipped her water to distract herself from the situation she had created. Maybe she did not think it all the way through. Worst of all? Sesshomaru was comfortable in silence. It was mostly a break for his ears.
"Sorry - I just thought…"
"Your company is far more enjoyable than the presence of those idiots." He worked with them everyday; his patience quickly reached its limit in their presence.
"I didn't even know I was allowed a lunch break."
"Have you ever worked before?"
She shook her head. "Back then I was traveling between eras and then - well I got sick." The well shut forever and then bang came the illness ready to claim her life. Some days it felt like she was not meant to live in either era. She saw and knew too much.
The waitress interrupted their conversation by putting their plates down in front of them. Sesshomaru ordered a simple miso soup while Kagome went for a large sandwich. He was pleased with her recent food choices; she was eating more. She stopped arguing with him when he put food in front of her and she was putting on weight. He noticed it especially during the last sexual encounter; there was more for him to grab than before. He had to admit the changes were pleasing. She also had more energy during their activities. He figured that would only increase with time.
"Thanks for coming to lunch," she said as she put her sandwich down.
This was something married couple do. Of course they were not a normal married couple. Still, spending time with her was better than with anyone else. Especially considering the fact that she was to be the future mother of his heir. He knew a bit of who she used to be, he knew who she was now, but he did not know who she would be now that she would live. He did not think she had figured it out either.
"It is no trouble. Your company is not troublesome."
That almost sounded like a compliment.
"What is it you do at your job?"
"Oh, nothing important. I'm just a cashier. I get a stool. I think he's afraid I won't make it if I have to stand the entire time."
"Then he is an idiot." Why would he hire someone if he thought they were not fit for the job? Out of pity? He knew what she could do and she deserved something because she was worthy of it. Not because someone took pity on her.
"What?"
"Why did he hire you if he did not think you could do the job?"
"Maybe he took pity on me. Maybe he realized nobody else was going to hire me. Pus I like this a whole lot better than volunteering for some cancer foundation where I have to look dying people in the face while I got away from it. While I cheated my way out of it." And there it was. She did not mean for all those words to come out but they did.
"Cheated?" She mentioned that before but he figured she got over it.
"You don't like me, you didn't want this. And now we're trying to make the best out of a bad situation." She was his best option for the time being. Hence why he rather have lunch with her than with his co-workers. It did not make her special and it did not mean he would ever have feelings for her. It simply was the way things were.
"I do not make the best out of a bad situation, as you put it. I chose the situation in which I put myself."
There was something off about her. He noticed it ever since she cried. He thought they were over all of these issues and yet she brought them up again. Her concerns were beginning to become his. Their sexual activities deepened the bond that had been left incomplete for so long. He did not want to be more human, he did not want to feel more than he already did but he was forced to admit the situation worsened every day.
Kagome was not like him. She did not chose the situation in which she found herself. It all happened and she tried to deal the best way she could. And she pretty much failed at that.
"You're right."
Did- did she agree with him? He arched an eyebrow but she did not seem to think anything was unusual about that. Instead, she simply took another bite of her sandwich. Perhaps now he was the one making a bigger deal of it.
"You did not cheat your way out of anything. You deserved it." He might not enjoy all the changes that were happening but it did not mean he disrespected her. She was somewhere in there a fighter. And he saw a little glimpse of it today. It was slowly coming back. He had respect for her strength and he knew she would simply grow and find that courage back.
Did she? "I put a jewel back together."
"Nobody else could have done it."
And there was no words to argue back. Because he was right; she could purify them, she could locate them. Even Kikyo could not do that. It was her task all along, hence why the jewel had been hidden deep inside of her body. And that mission almost cost her the very thing that made her; her life.
"That's true." She smiled. "I guess I was needed."
Even if it was only for a brief moment, there was a time where she had a purpose. Would she find such a thing again?
-R-
Tears.
He could smell their salty scent all the way into the main hall in front of the apartment. He did not know if he had the energy to deal with another crisis. He had to stay late at work because some useless idiot messed up and lost a couple of important papers. Nobody could leave until they were found which put him behind. He shoved his key in the lock before glancing rapidly at his black leather watch and sighed as he saw it indicated well past 8 o'clock. He did not need this. This human life was about to kill him. It was easier when he was a ghost and nobody noticed him. Now they asked him about his wife, they asked him about his life. They thought they were buddies. And that did not include all the foreign emotions constantly bubbling inside of him.
Still, despite his weariness, he entered the apartment, removed his jacket and hung it. He let his black briefcase rest against the nearby wall and he inspected the surroundings. He was rather pleased when he saw there were dishes in the sink; she made food for herself. He did not think she would if he was not home. Good, it meant all of his efforts were not in vain; she was getting back into a normal routine and was integrating eating into her schedule. It was important that she did so. He did not even know if her current weight allowed her to be pregnant. It certainly did not help.
But none of the evidence he found explained the tears he smelled.
After a brief moment, he could tell she was in the bedroom and for a second he found himself wondering if it was all a bad dream. Perhaps a nightmare was plaguing her while she slept and forced tears out of her eyes. He did notice that she had a bit less energy these days. Then again, they were doing more...activities than before and now she worked. It could be a little too much for her body. He could not wait for her recovery to be complete and frankly he thought it was dragging out. Should she not be a lot better than this by now? It had been a while. Plus, once she recovered fully, it would be less bothersome for everyone, herself included.
Nonetheless, he had no other choice; he had to go in the bedroom; he was exhausted and he had no other desire than to remove his suit. He approached the door, seeing the light coming from underneath it, and quietly opened it. Inside, he found her but unlike what he expected she was not asleep. No, instead she was sitting in the bed staring at something that was in her hands and she was crying over it. He burrowed his eyebrows, trying to come up with a logical explanation for the scene in front of him but he found nothing. Did she find something? What could she have possibly found?
As he closed the door, it attracted her attention and she snapped her head up. Her eyes widened and she quickly wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. "Hi." Well, now how was she going to explain this one? Great.
"Hello," he politely greeted back.
She sunk her teeth in her bottom lip, trying to avoid glancing at the tiny object that was cradled in her hands. Her reaction was completely irrational and she did not mean for him to find her this way. She had been thinking about throwing it out for the last hour or so. She simply had not found the strength to get up and do it. And now it was too late because he was here and he saw her. Then again, she did have to share this news with him, right? After all, it concerned his priority in their relationship. He did not have as much sex with her as they were having for nothing. Though, he did not often say no to the pleasure of the flesh. Regardless, he had something to gain from this; a baby.
Her hands trembled like a leaf as she lifted them up. It finally allowed him to see what she was holding; a pregnancy test. It was thin and white except for the tip of it which was a dark purple. "I'm not pregnant."
And those words confused him more than anything else happening in the room. He was fairly certain she was not the most ecstatic when it came to the pregnancy. Why was she crying because she was not pregnant? He had expected such an outcome especially considering what the doctors told her mixed with the weakness of her body. Even healthy couples did not conceive on their first try. And they were not most couple. Plus, they were a mix of a youkai and a human miko. There was nothing strange about them needing more time to conceive a child.
He took a step forward into the room and began unbuttoning his white shirt. "Did you expect to be?" Perhaps that was the source of her current state of crying. Did she throw up? Did she feel lightheaded? It was not as though she would have shared those symptoms with him.
She gave him a shrug of the shoulders. "No." Nothing made her think she was. As a matter of fact she went into it thinking that she was not pregnant.
Why was she crying? She was scared about this meaning the later it happened, the better it was. Yet as the tiny screen indicated the words not pregnant, a feeling of disappointment sunk in her chest. There were many things wrong and screwy with her body and this only served to remind her of that. What child would want to live in a sick womb?
Sesshomaru heard the shatter of her heart. Why? Because it echoed through him. He had noticed that the biggest emotions were easily shared but he did not expect this one to be one of those. He was forced to bring a hand to his chest and he clutched it. He needed to get her mind off of this. He took long strides in her direction and before she could even react, he snatched the pregnancy test from her hands. He tossed it in the nearby garbage and then returned to her side with a serious look on his face. Though he could see she had not shed any new tears since his arrival in the bedroom, he knew her eyes were filled with tears. She had to stop.
"There will be other months." He was not one known for his words of comfort but this was the best he had to offer her.
Her eyes met his and she quietly nodded. He removed himself from the bed and return to his dresser. He undid his belt and his pants, letting them drop the ground. Then, he folded everything and put it back in the laundry. He remained in his black boxers and decided they were appropriate sleeping attire. He was dying for a shower but it would have to wait until morning. He saw her from the corner of his eye as she let herself slid down until she was laying in the bed. She inched the blankets until they covered her entire body. Then, she turned to her side, her back facing him. He tried to sniff but found no more trace of tears. Perhaps his words had worked?
He joined her in bed, silently slipping under the blanket and then, closing the light. They were left in the darkness.
Kagome inhaled slowly before burying her face in the pillow. Why did it hurt every time her heart beat?
Her thoughts were distracted when she felt Sesshomaru shift. It was a bit unusual; he had a habit of sleeping on his back. But, no he turned. He was facing her back. Why was he facing in her direction? Her heartbeat began to pick up and she held her breathe. Was it about sex? Because she was fairly convinced it would be a disaster if they shared an intimate moment right now. But it was not about that. She felt it. There it was; his hand on her hip. There was a still an awful lot of distance between them, but his hand was on her hip. And he was not doing it to bring her closer or to indicate something.
It was just a warm touch. A Sesshomaru's version of…a cuddle?
Her heartbeat slowed down and a smile formed on her lips. She should not let herself be happy about this because it meant nothing - but -
Right now, just tonight… it would mean everything.
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