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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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Chapter List
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A/N: School started up again and honestly with working full time and school full time- I've just been exhausted. I'm just trying to find my update schedule again. I hope next updates will come easier.
Red Lotus
Chapter 25: The Provisional
The city was buzzing with sounds and cars as the lunch hour was long over. As per their new routine, Kagome and Sesshomaru had lunch together. Although she thought it might be awkward at first, it ended up being a calming moment. Sometimes they did not chat much, but it did not matter. He was away from his poisonous environment and she - she did not eat alone. She did not gain much from their little lunches and yet she kept on having them. Why not? It was rather nice to enjoy some time with him that did not involve sex - not that the sex was not enjoyable. It was. But, spending time with clothes on was something she appreciated. Also, it helped her notice the slight changes in Sesshomaru's attitude.
He comforted her when she broke down and that was significative for her. It was a slight touch, a mere whisper of a hand, but it was enough. It made her heart soar and it lessened the pain left behind in her heart. She never asked for more though it was hard to ignore the need that bubbled within her chest, creating an uncomfortable pressure. She needed those physical shows of emotions - a physicality that did not include sex. She did not want him to touch her because he craved her, no… she wanted him to touch her because his soul needed her. Although that was nothing more than a foolish thought, a child's imagination running too wild. It was how she felt; a child that let herself be fooled by illusions.
Kagome let the air vibrate past her lips before she smiled at the upcoming customers. The back of her legs were killing her, clamping up and tensing. Working and standing all day was new and her muscles did not appreciate everything she put them through. Her shift was almost over; she needed to hold on a few more minutes.
"Did you find everything alright?"
"Yes, thank you," the man replied with a smile. His hair was dark and short, messy spikes turning upwards. He wore a nice cloudy grey suit with an ebony shirt beneath it, revealing nothing but a hint of skin near his neck.
Kagome picked up the green hardcover book and scanned it over. The price flashed on the screen and she turned to him. "That will be 1748 yen."
He handed her the money and she put it in the register. As she busied herself getting a white plastic bag for his book, she missed the way he was looking at her. His green eyes locked over her form staring her up and down. She did manage to buy a few article of clothing to look more presentable for work, but it was nothing more than fitting black pants and blouses. She did not want to spend her money on clothes when her size would be changing soon. She shoved the book into the bag and lifted her head to stare at him. She gave him her best smile and handed him the bag.
"Thank you, I hope you have a nice day."
"May I say something?"
Her eyes bunched while her lips parted, but she quickly caught herself and nodded. "Of course." Was there something wrong with the way she served him? A ping traveled through her heart, but she kept a straight face.
"You're very beautiful."
Her head stretched forward while her chin dipped forward. Surprise shone in her eyes while they grew bigger and suddenly, there were no words in her throat; only the tightness of stress. She became aware of every detail of her body; the dark circles under her blue eyes, the paleness of her skin and the messiness of her hair. She woke up in the morning, brushed the little bit of hair she had and left. She was many things but beautiful? She knew Sesshomaru enjoyed her body, but he was not an objective opinion considering their whole situation… and then it hit her. His words were nothing but a reflection of his pity. The cancer left a trail of marks behind and they remained visible to the eye. He spoke words of softness in the hope of boosting her ego.
But it did not work.
"Thank you," she finally stuttered.
He smirked at her reaction before leaning forward. The quiet shy ones were always the easiest targets. "This might seem a bit forward but, may I be so bold as to ask you for your phone number?"
He…he was hitting on her? This was… what. She stared at him for a second, her mouth in a grim twist. This was a joke. If she actually had friends, she would think this was some kind of joke - a prank. However, the only person she knew was Sesshomaru, and he was not the type to pull stunts like these - never in a million years. She was too stunned to reply the right answer which explained the fact that she was married.
"Your shift ended three minutes ago."
The sound of Sesshomaru's deep voice shook her out of her trance. Her head snapped in his direction and a quiet oh flew from her mouth. She popped her lips and then plastered a smile on her features while restraining the shake of her hands. "Right, I'm almost done." She turned her attention back to the man and forced her smile to grow. "Thank you and please come again." She pulled her body away from the counter. "I'll get my bag."
And then, she disappeared from sight.
"A wedding ring is usually an indicator that one is taken."
The shorter man by his side let his gaze travel to Sesshomaru's face and he stared at him for a moment. Clearly he was the husband. "Listen, I didn't know."
Kagome's fingers were frail and in complete view the entire time; there was no chance that he missed it. To top it all off, he reeked of lies and deceit. Sesshomaru held knowledge about this kind of man - he even worked with a few that indulged in similar activities. He never wasted time on it, but he did label them as men who lacked honor. There was no gratification in stealing another man's wife. He should not even bother with a comment, especially since Kagome remained free to choose for herself, but she did not appear to be comfortable with the situation. She had tried to remove herself from the unwanted attention. There was no scent of arousal or desire lingering on her body; only stress and confusion.
"You have your purchase. I believe you may exit the store now."
A snort escaped the man and he finally turned around to look at Sesshomaru. He was not looking for trouble, but he did not need some petty husband telling him what to do. He told her she was beautiful and he tried to have her number; there was nothing wrong with that. She was a bit scrawny, but she was cute. Unfortunately for him, when he looked at Sesshomaru, his blood iced and his face froze. For a second, he swore there was a redness seeping through the white, but as quickly as it had appeared, it faded away. A rumble echoed through until finally, he took a step back with shaky legs. There was something tickling his skin, raising the hair on his arms and forcing a fleeing reaction out of him. What the fuck.
"Ye-yeah," was all mumbled while backing away, never turning his back to Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru watched him leave and was only satisfied when the door closed behind the man. He hated fools who dared to challenge him. He might not be able to display his strength and power as he used to, but it did not mean he would let a mere human challenge him. He remained a dayoukai, despite his loss of status. On cue, he heard little footsteps and focused his attention back to Kagome. Apparently she did not notice the rise in his aura since she was busy roaming through her purse, not even wondering what had taken place a few moments ago. Perhaps it was best this way. He did not want her to get the wrong impression.
"Sorry about that," she said as she stopped in front of him. Sometimes he picked her up but only if her shift ended near his. It was her decision. She told him not to come back later for her and only to bring her home if it was not an inconvenience. She did not want to be his burden.
"It is no trouble," he said as he lead the way back to the car. He felt her following him from behind and he made sure to keep a small distance between them.
He no longer trusted his body around her. Recently, he was plagued by new kind of urges hence why he was glad she missed the incident with the man. He did not want her to get the wrong impression. Things were confusing and it did not want to make them worse. Honestly, it was not his fault; it was that damn bond. It was slowly messing with his head. He resisted the urge to rub his temples as they arrived in front of the car. He unlocked the car and hopped in the driver's side, hoping all of this madness would subdue soon.
He was getting a headache.
Kagome joined him in the car, an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. She could not explain it but something was off, she felt a possessiveness and a sense of entitlement weaving through her chest. What was that about? She tried to steal a peek at Sesshomaru, but it was to no avail; she could not detect anything. She should not push her luck any further. They had managed to keep things rather decent instead of awkward and she did not want to spook him away. She leaned into her seat and she kept herself quiet as she put on her seatbelt. A quick glance at his hands allowed her to notice the way he was clenching the wheel.
Why did she feel like something positive happened?
-R-
The sound of paper bills being ruffled while they were counted echoed in his head. He tried to shut it off, but all that did was allow him to hear the shuffle of the feet along with the tapping of keyboard keys. Could he not get a moment of peace? To top it all off, perfume and cologne mingled in the air and the mix was not pleasing to his sensitive nose. This place was going to drive him absolutely insane. He shook his foot, his patience running its course, while he kept his face stoic. He did his best to take deep breaths, exhaling through his nose. In about ten minutes, he would leave and meet Kagome for lunch. It would get him out of this awful place. Everything irritated him - all the time.
He did not know what it was. He had less patience than usual and he could barely deal with having of those idiots lurking around. He had rejected every single loan request he had today. Granted they were stupid and did not deserve any kind of financing but he usually let one slip through the crack. He had to give the appearance that he was human or else they might fire him. And he needed this stupid, foolish job. He maintained his cover too long to blow it off now. Then again, it would feel rather liberating to tell them all off and let his green, poisonous whip out. No. He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles protuberant as he did so.
"Sesshomaru?"
As the shrieking voice reached his ears, his eyes narrowed. "Yes?"
"Hm, your wife is here."
Kagome was here? They usually simply met at the restaurant. He pushed himself up, ready to join her in the lobby.
"Actually, she's here, here."
The small brunette moved out of the way to reveal that Kagome was behind her. She was standing there, her arms hiding behind her body and her head tipped down as if she was too ashamed to even look at him. The redness of her cheeks spread all the way to the tip of her ears and she was shuffling her feet awkwardly. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued and moved from behind his desk.
"Thank you, Yuuki," he spoke, trying to dismiss her as politely as possible.
"Yes, of course," the short girl replied before scampering off. Everyone had noticed his bad mood and nobody wanted to be the reason behind it. He was usually quiet and unnoticeable but lately, his attitude had shifted. They all guessed that his wife was not doing as well as she pretended and it was slowly eating him alive. Some jerks did think that it was because he did not want to be married anymore but could not divorce his poor wife. Whatever the reason, nobody dared to ask.
Sesshomaru stared her down before closing the distance between them. She had something to say and somehow, he felt like he probably did not want the entire office to hear this. That was probably due to her nervousness passing through him.
"Are you cancelling our lunch?" he queried as nonchalantly as he could.
She shook her head, still unable to meet his gaze. How was she supposed to bring this up when she had not really talked to him about it. After the results of the first pregnancy test, he somewhat comforted her. She knew he was not one to relish in those kinds of gestures and it probably made him quite uncomfortable. She wanted to avoid that situation. She tried to find a solution to the problem but… honestly, she did not think this little thing would bring those kinds of results. She bought it today. Today of all day. Obviously she did not think it through. She saw the result at work - too afraid to take it at home - and then - it was on her mind all day. Then, she had the stupid idea to come to his work…
They could not go home, it was too far. Why did she think she had time? She thought if she left early…they might make it just on time. There was no traffic at this time.
"Then, why are you here?" His tone was harsh, but he could not help himself. She was standing there, not speaking a word. She was wasting time for no apparent reason.
"I- I bought something," she finally managed to admit.
Although that did not explain anything to him.
It could wait. After all it said six to twelve hours right? She did take it in the morning, which was about six hours ago. It was fine. Closer to the end was fine… "It was an ovulation test," she spoke, whispering the last part.
He blinked, the words sinking in. A what?
"I - I thought it - would it said today."
She was fertile right now? He inched himself forward and tried to subtly take a sniff. Unfortunately, it was quite hard to tell. Perhaps? There were so many scents and hers already was not that strong to begin with… Although that did not explain her presence here… unless… right now?
"I - I thought we might have time to go home." The word stupid echoed in her head over a million times. This was supposed to help them speed the process up while they dealt with her stupidly broken body. When she first bought it, she thought it might be a good idea. Now, it was all wrong and she ached for the ground to swallow her whole.
It did explain her early presence. Although the apartment was a bit far from here and he was not quite sure they had the time to make it and return before his lunch was over. It was not as though his relationship with his boss was great… he could not afford to be as lazy as the others. Lacking social skills sometimes came back to bite him in the ass.
This was the worst idea she ever had. "I'm sorry - I just - I didn't think it through. I'll just wait for you he-"
"How long do you have?"
Her surprise was difficult to hide. "W-what?"
"How long?"
"It - six to twelve hours. I took it this morning."
Even if they waited, they would still be right in the window of opportunity and yet - there she stood. She came all the way to his workplace because of this. For a moment, he had a flash; he could see her face that night, the night she cried. There was a tightening of his stomach and it made his throat burn. He was disgusted with himself. Why did it matter if she shed tears? It should not. Failure was to be expected and he could not be held responsible for the fact that it did not work. She did not want this deal in the first place and yet, he - no.
It was better when he did not think about it.
"Come with me."
His words shook her and her mouth hung open as her eyes followed him. He walked right past her and then, once he was far enough, she appeared to snap out of it. Quickly, she followed behind and managed to catch up to him by forcing her legs to make long strides. Questions burned her lips, but she did not dare to ask any of them. They could not possibly be heading home - it did not make any sense. Her idea was foolish and - no. They were heading to lunch, there was no other explanation for this. He pushed the building's door opened and she followed behind him. Except, he did not begin walking in the direction of their usual lunch place. Instead, he turned to the left. Where the underground parking was.
She followed him quietly while he led her deep into the underground parking. The entire time she was deafened by the sound of her own heart while he took confident steps. It was her first time here; she did not even know he parked his car in such a lot. Finally, her stress lessened when she saw the vehicle come in view; they were going home after all. If he had chosen to go to the restaurant, they would have walked. Although, now she felt the familiar weight of guilt pressing against her chest. She convinced him to do this while it was clear he had no desire to do so. Still, the idea of having a child did come from him originally did it not? This was as much for her as it was for him, right? Why did that not persuade her?
Kagome heard the car door open and immediately she went for the one on the passenger's seat. That was when he stopped her by grabbing her wrist. Startled, her eyes widened and she met his gaze.
"Go in the back."
In the - what? She searched his molten eyes for an answer but did not obtain one. Instead, he simply released her from his grip and walked around the car. She inhaled a sharp breath before following his instructions. Her hand trembled while she managed to open the back door and slide in. To her surprise, he was doing the same on the other side.
"Ses-"
But she never had the chance to voice her question. Instead, she was pushed to her back while his lips quickly found their way to her neck. Warm, moist kisses were left the length of her throat and his hands roamed their way down to her waist. As soon as he pressed himself to her she could feel the hardening erection in his pants. She fought to find her voice, but it was hopeless. The touch of his hand ignited a fire inside of her and the surprise was enough to clamp up her throat. She thought they were going home. Instead, they were - here in public…and he was touching her? A blush spread across her face, coating her skin in a red hue. Not good. Anyone could walk back and see - oh.
His tongue lapped over the top of her breasts and she lost all will to think for a brief second.
"Sesshomaru…" it came out like a moan and she cursed herself.
"Is this not why you came here?"
Yes. No. Hands squeezed at her hips, forcing her to thrust into him. At this point, she was no longer certain why she came to him. The stupid stick told her to? "I- but people."
"There is no one."
It was the reason why he slowed his pace down; he wanted to make sure he could not sense anyone else's presence. This was his workplace and he had no intention of letting anyone finding him in a compromising situation. As soon as someone even as much as went down the stairs, he would know and he would stop. As of right now, they were safe. Also, considering their time constraint, hurrying up was the best option they had. Plus, if anyone came by, he would sense them before they got too close. There was a slight thrill, a stress that ran down his spine as he put his lips back on hers. He devoured her mouth, basking in the sweet vanilla flavour she had to offer.
This had to be quick, this had to be as subtle as possible. He could not press his naked flesh against hers, he could not taste her. Instead, his hands found their way to her pants and undid them. He tugged on them, forcing her to lift her ass off the grey backseat. He pushed her legs down, reproaching them from her chest so that he could remove her black pants from her. He tossed them on the front seat and then repositioned himself again between her legs. As he did so, he accidentally hit himself on the top of the car. His eyes narrowed before he glared at it. Stupid small car. He slid his hands under her knees and hooked them over his shoulders. Then it was her turn to exert a sound of displeasure.
He watched her face turn in a grimace and he looked up; her foot had hit the rooftop's handle. This was not working.
Frustrated, he pulled himself off of her and ran his fingers through his bangs, pushing them to the side. This was irritating. They no longer had the time to go home and he could not possible return to the office. Not like this. He was hard, bothered and his impatience had reached another level. If he stepped foot in the office in such a state, he would most likely kill everyone. How fucking annoying. He took a few deep breaths and licked his lips as he leaned back into the seat.
Meanwhile, Kagome bit her bottom lip. His irritation spread through her and she knew this whole mess was her fault. She could see his cock pressing against the tight fabric of his pants and she knew that was not going away. The car was clearly too small for them to do it like this. Although - she could… no. No, she could not do that. He would not allow it to happen and she was not sure she would have the courage to do something so bold. She knew of it. It was not like she watched any tutorial on it. Bile rose in her throat and she moved around to sit on her knees and inched herself closer to him. He did not move to look at her, instead, he remained there clearly pissed off. She swallowed hard and lifted her shaky hands.
You can do this. She breathed out and finally began to work on his pants. Now, she had his full attention. His eyes zoomed in on her as she began to carefully undid his zipper all the way down. His erection immediately freed itself from the constraint and she blushed. They had done much worse than this and yet… She could not find her voice and this reminded her of the first time she gave him a blowjob. She was that same inexperienced little girl. She managed to grab the edge of his black boxers along side his pants and began to pull down. And he let her. She dragged them down until they hung around his ankles. He laid there, pale thighs and thick erection bare to her sight. She closed her eyes in a foolish attempt to give herself a bit of courage.
Now or never.
She could hear a clock ticking in her head as she moved to straddle his thighs. She kept herself above his cock, her entire body trembling with a new kind of need. His eyes were burning holes in hers as he stared at her. There, right beneath his top lip, there was a hint of fangs, his disguise dropping. Was he pleased or displeased? She lowered herself until the tip of him brushed up against her wet core. She waited for a moment and then lowered herself completely. He stretched her, filled her until she could fit no more of him. Then, she lifted herself back up, her inner thighs quivered with each movement she made. Her legs did not have enough strength for this and yet she kept going.
Sesshomaru watched as she tilted her head backward, sweat dripping down her neck. His claws broke through the glimmer and pierced through the fabric of the car seat. He gripped at it, trying to keep himself still. He could feel the redness in his eyes as he remained in a submissive position. He should not do this, he should not want this. And yet he was almost mesmerized each time she pushed him deep inside of her dripping cunt. If he touched her, he would leave marks on her and she was to return to work after this. He could not make it look as if she was hurt. He needed to keep his fucking hands still.
Kagome made no attempt to stop the moans that came from deep within her throat. This was new - and slow. Everything about them had been so rough and intense that this was overwhelming. The slow pace was teasing her, slowly ripping her apart from the inside but she could not make it any faster. Her legs were ready to give up with every movement she made and the simple fact of keeping this up was slowly killing her. Her muscles were weak - way too weak. She had been fine with walking around and doing normal tasks but this - no. It frustrated her, a rage roaming in her chest, pounding against her rib cage in the hopes of getting out. She needed more - she wanted more.
And then it was like he read her mind.
She felt it was he pushed back against her thrusts, moving his hips along with hers. She winced in pain as she tried to keep herself steady but then resigned herself. She clamped her hands down on his shoulders, gripping at them as she tried to use his sturdy body to relief some of the stress and weight from her own body. His fangs completely revealed themselves as her blunt nails scrap the fabric of his shirt, desperately trying to hang on. She whimpered and leaned her body against his. Tired, she was tired. She let him stretch her and fill her, but it was not nearly enough. It swirled inside of her, bringing heat to her cheeks, but her climax was not quite there yet.
But, he felt her need.
She gasped out loud when she felt a hand trailed down her short bush of dark hair. She stopped breathing while his fingers carefully rubbed her sensitive nub. She cried out and he applied even more pressure. Suddenly, her entire world became numbness and pleasure mixing together. Her pace picked up, her brain ignoring the pain spreading through her inner thighs or the bruises that were going to be left on her rear after this. She kept slamming herself down on him while a low groan echoed through her ears. His finger's movement forced her eyes to roll back and she thrusted faster. His actions followed her rhythm and she gripped down at his shirt, dragging it down with her hands. The buttons were ready to snap, but neither cared.
Her whole body lite up in flames and she finally came undone around him. Warmth spread over his length, her walls keeping him secured in, feeling every waves, every pressure of need. His clawed hands moved away from her core and he pulsed inside of her before spilling his seed. It seared through her and she finally released all the pressure she had been holding and dropped her body limp against his. Her forehead hit his and then she pressed her chest to his. She could already feel the sweat that coated her clothes, but she chose to ignore it. Her sweaty face forced her forehead down until it bumped his nose. She breathed out, the air tickling the surface of his lips.
She wanted to pull herself away from him but she could not. He probably wanted her off and yet, there was no strength let in her legs; she could not removed herself. She licked her lips, trying to summon the strength to at least put some distance between their bodies. However, before she could do that, she felt his lips on her cheek. It was soft at first, like a whisper, and then, they inched lower. She felt them brush up against the side of her jaw and then, they dropped to her neck. She tilted her head backwards, unconsciously giving him a better access. Everywhere he touched, she felt like he left a trail of fire. Except, it was different from other kisses. This was not about the sex - despite how deep he was buried inside of her.
It was another kind of warmth, the one that made her heart skip a beat.
It was all soft touches and whispers of lips. At first, her heartbeat slowed down until it skipped a few and then, it became in sync with his. She could hear it in her head; his heartbeat. Inexplicably, tears rose to her eyes; she wanted to cry. His lips lingered around the mark on her neck and she inhaled a sharp breath. His tongue slipped out, lapping the skin and sending a shiver down her spine. A moan of satisfaction laced with a hint of happiness past her lips and he froze. His tongue retracted and then, his mouth was no longer on hers.
Then, everything happened fast - too fast for her to process it.
His hands were on her hips, squeezing, not even trying to be gentle, and she was lifted off of him. His cock was limp while he sat her down on the seat, ignoring the fact that he almost tossed her off of him. In silence, he grabbed his boxers and pants from the ground and slipped them back up. He tucked his flaccid penis inside his clothes and then he struggled, fumbling with the zipper, and after a while, he managed to get himself back into a presentable state. At least he was not covered in sweat like she was. He smoothened back his shirt and never threw a glance her way.
"Lock the door on your way out." The words came out strained, like a raspy whisper.
Unfortunately, those were his only words before he slipped out and slammed the door. His rage echoed through his gesture and she jumped, startled. Her eyes watched him as he walked away, but he never cared enough to turn around. She ignored everything; the cold air wrapping around her skin, forcing goosebumps to raise, and his seed leaking out of her. She raised a hand to her neck, feeling the skin he touched. What was that feeling? Something happened inside of him, something that passed through her, but she could not put her finger on the emotion. It was different and unsettling - it was enough to make her cry. She knew sadness, she lived with it every day but she did not know that kind of sadness. It was not hers - it was his.
But - but it was not possible. Because Sesshomaru did not feel those kinds of emotions. It was not for him, it was not like him. She resigned herself to that long ago… and yet…
Was there something left to uncover?
Meanwhile, steps away, Sesshomaru was walking away from her, his chest torn apart like someone tried to slice him open. He did not know what happened. One second she was pressed to him and the next he was kissing her flesh. He had not done it out of sexual pleasure - he did not know why he did it actually. Despite the fact that he reached his completion, there was something craving. There was a hollowness in his chest that was foreign and he did not know how to feel it. Instinctually, he went to her neck, her skin; he wanted the feel of her all over his lips. Why? Sex; that was the reason for their physical closeness. The bond, the child… all of those were valid reasons.
An emptiness inside of him? It was not a good reason.
The facade he usually kept on so skillfully was gone, faded away. Instead, he looked panic, his eyes darting around as he tried to keep his footsteps slow and controlled. He needed more time before he returned to the office. This was plaguing him like an infection. He always said she influenced him, that her emotions took control of his head but…he did not know anymore. Was this her? Did she create this pit of emptiness? It was in his own chest, roaring and clawing while demanding to be fed. He wanted it out. He did not want to comfort her, he did not want to need her presence by his side.
Sesshomaru ran a hand down his face and breathed out heavily. All this contact was a bad idea, this whole thing was a bad idea. At this point, he was almost certain that having a child was not a good idea. There was the jealousy as well. Why was he jealous? He should not have been competitive with that man.
Except, there was one terrifying news that he could not ignore; he was too far in. He could not pull out even if he wanted to - he could not stay away. It was no longer about not losing himself. He was far past that point. It was about preserving who he used to be. He did not like this, he should not dwell into new territories. He was who he was and nothing could change that.
And yet, he could no longer recognize himself.
What had he become?
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