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Defensive Interference	By : monophobian Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 4843 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When Kagome stepped off the elevator onto the twelfth floor of Baku Corp, coffee in hand, she was not expecting anyone to be waiting for her. She arrived early, thanks to her overestimating morning traffic, so she anticipated sitting in the waiting area watching the people below.
Instead, the elevator doors opened to reveal a tall, silver-haired daiyoukai dressed in an impeccable black suit with a magenta tie. His hair was, again, pulled back into a high ponytail, and those molten golden eyes landed on her as soon as she saw him.
The miko steeled her nerves, repeating her inner monologue that this is just work and stepped out into the foyer.
“Good morning, Mr. Taisho,” she greeted, aiming to start the meeting on a high note.
She was extremely happy she had decided to watch him. As she approached, the smallest change occurred on his face and an expression she used to be quite familiar with flashed over his features. It was gone as soon as it appeared, but it was there and she had seen it.
He could smell Kouga all over her.
“Ms. Higurashi,” he replied, shaking her outstretched hand. “You’re early.”
“I didn’t want to get stuck in traffic.” She studied him for a bit. “Do you always wait here?”
He studied her for a moment before he turned and led her down the hallway. “Let me show you to your office.”
Kagome stopped in her tracks. “My office?” He paused with her and she saw his head tilt in her direction. “I haven’t accepted this position.”
“Yet.”
What an arrogant–
“You wouldn’t have brought your portfolio were you intending to turn it down.”
She glanced down at the large tote hanging off her shoulder. “I have negotiations you might not accept.”
He ignored her protest, continuing past the conference room they had first met in. A few doors down he turned, pushing open the door to allow her to enter. Their gazes met, challenging each other on the victor, and curiosity got the better of the miko. She turned and looked into the room.
She could have killed him.
It was gorgeous. Bright, welcoming colors, beautiful dark woods, comfortable chairs, luxury dripping from each piece of furniture in there. What caught her eye, however, was the massive wall of glass looking out over the street below.
Temporary design consultants didn’t get a window office.
Kagome whirled on him, intending to walk right back out, but was stopped in her tracks. He towered over her, having followed her in and shutting the door behind him, blocking her exit. The smirk on his face told her he planned this.
“You fucking–”
“I’ll forgive that since I’m not technically your boss yet.”
Kagome stopped, closing her eyes and inhaling what she hoped was a calming breath. And then her eyes flew open. Her sense of smell shouldn’t have been able to pick up his scent. She shouldn’t have been able to smell him from where she was standing. However, she could smell him everywhere.
“What’s going on, Sesshomaru?”
He glared down at her, the line of his jaw tightening. “You come into my building doused in the scent of that insipid ookami and dare to insinuate that I am doing something?”
“Leave him out of this!” she hissed. She could feel her aura expanding, riding waves of anger as it pulsed from her and fought to bring it back in. Purifying her boss on her first day was not a good way to start a job.
The two were silent for a moment as her breathing slowed. Kagome took deeper breaths, trying to find something that made sense of what was going on.
“Look, this is obviously a mistake–”
“Kagome?” The door cracked open and Rin peeked into the room. Her eyes flitted from a seething Kagome to a stoic Sesshomaru and back again. “I’ll be in the conference room whenever you’re ready.”
The door shut, leaving the two staring at each other.
“This is not a mistake.”
She snorted. “We haven’t even been in the same room for five minutes and we’re already fighting.”
“I can remain professional during business hours.”
She heard the words he wasn’t saying. “Will I be disciplined for what I say after hours?”
A jerk of his chin told her they were on the same page. They would keep a strictly professional relationship while working together; he wouldn’t provoke her and she wouldn’t retaliate.
“You will leave Kouga out of this.”
“The Alpha?” he shot out immediately as an eyebrow rose in question, an unusual display from him.
“You didn’t know who it was?”
“I did not look past the smell of wolf.”
She took in a steady breath, steeling her nerves. “He stays out of this or I’m walking out that door.” The last thing she ever wanted was for this controlling, domineering daiyoukai manipulating her through Kouga. She cared too much for her ookami to put him in the middle of their spat.
Sesshomaru’s golden eyes narrowed into slits as he considered her. He took in a breath and broke his stare before giving a curt nod. Kagome blew out a sigh of relief and followed him out the door.
An hour later, Kagome was back in her office. Her office. She still couldn’t believe it. Even after the morning fight, the meeting had gone well. They accepted her negotiations, even adjusting a few things on their end to work around her schedule. She was concerned that the freelance business she had worked so hard to build was going to fall to the side with this contract.
The compromise was simple – while she was to remain at the building four days a week, two of those days she was free to work on outlying projects, so long as she was available for any questions or concerns. She was grateful they allowed her to keep her projects.
A knock on the door had her looking up and Rin popped through the door.
“May I come in?”
“Of course,” she answered, grateful for the other woman.
Rin took a seat in one of the chairs opposite the miko. She smoothed out her skirt before fixing the miko with a bold stare. “Is there something wrong with the office?”
Kagome blushed. “No – I mean, it’s great, but–”
“This was Mr. Ishida’s office,” she explained, interrupting the miko’s stuttering. “We thought it appropriate to give you the space, seeing as you’re the one taking over his role. It creates less confusion for the vendors who have already begun working with us.”
Kagome’s lips pursed into an ‘o’ in understanding as she accepted the explanation.
“My office is across the hall and Mr. Taisho is a few doors down. Most meetings for the product are held on this floor in the conference room, so it gives you easiest access to where you need to go for any questions or concerns.”
She now felt like an idiot, and her blush flamed up her cheeks once again. “I appreciate it.”
Rin smiled, taking pity on the woman. “We wanted you to feel welcome here.” She glanced around teasingly before lowering her voice. “I know Mr. Taisho can be a bit much to deal with, so I wanted you to work in comfort to make up for it.”
Kagome laughed in response, suddenly feeling at ease. “Thank you,” she replied.
“Alright, your first meeting’s not until after lunch, so mind running down to the café with me? This is a rare Monday with no early appointments, so I’d like to take advantage of it.”
Rin’s kind warmth ran away the last lingering doubts in Kagome’s mind. “I’d love to.”
***
The rest of the day had gone well. After returning back from the café, Kagome took advantage of the free time and spent the rest of the morning arranging her office.
The afternoon meetings had been a success. The transition of working with her seemed to sit well with the other teams, making working together a little easier. There were some things that would take some getting used to, but for the most part, Kagome could see it working smoothly.
Her phone rang, the vibration on the desk pulling her away from the drafts of her designs. A quick glance at Kouga’s name flashing on the display had her smiling as she answered it.
“Hey there.”
“How’s my sexy woman liking her first day at her job?” came his voice over the speaker.
“Going pretty good,” she replied, leaning back in her chair. “I’m almost done here and then I’ll be packing up and heading home.”
“Would you care for a small detour?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Well, a secretary pointed me down this hallway…”
No way. She dropped the phone onto her desk and bolted to the door. She had closed it an hour ago, blocking out the sounds of the afternoon bustle so she could finish one last draft. Now, she was wishing she had left it open.
The door swung open to reveal Kouga, his blue eyes twinkling down at her. He must have just come from the school, still dressed in nice slacks and a white button-up, his tanned skin peeking through the top unfastened buttons. He swooped down, capturing her lips in a kiss as he stepped into her office.
“Hi,” he said after pulling back, a wide smile on his face.
“Hi yourself,” she replied, still in shock he was there. “What are you doing here?”
“You’ve been a little quiet all day, so I figured you were still at work and wanted to come visit.” He looked around the office, his expression similar to her initial one this morning. “What a set up.”
Kagome blushed, heading back to her desk to save her files and get ready to leave. “Yeah, I still don’t know what to think of it.”
“That they want to keep you,” he responded. He took in a breath and couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose.
“I can smell it, too.”
Kouga shrugged. “He owns the building; of course it’s going to smell like him.” He watched her as she turned off her computer and packed up her things. She wasn’t wearing a skirt today, but her slacks shaped around her ass when she bent over. “You up for going to dinner?”
“Dinner?”
“It’s your first day. I figured we could celebrate with some steak.”
She turned in time to see his gaze traveling up her legs as she grabbed her bag. A smile hit her lips as she approached him. “And what about the after dinner celebration?”
His eyes darkened, his lips forming a devilish smirk. “I don’t think we’ve hit your kitchen yet,” he murmured.
“That works for me.” She gave her office one last sweep, making sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She grabbed her phone from the desk and turned to leave, finding Sesshomaru standing in the doorway.
She wasn’t sure if they were still on business hours.
“Leaving?” he asked, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Yeah, I’ve finished what I can for the day.” She stopped. There was no reason for her to justify what was going on. “Is there a protocol in place?”
“No,” he answered, moving out of the doorway to allow them to leave. “You are free to come and go as you need.”
The pit of her stomach told her he was saying something else entirely.
“It’s been a long time, Ookami,” he murmured as Kouga exited the office.
“It has,” he replied, squarely meeting the daiyoukai’s gaze. “You done well with this company.”
Sesshomaru nodded, accepting the compliment, before turning back to the miko. “Tomorrow.” He turned and went back to his office.
She smiled, watching him retreat and then turned to Kouga. The ookami was still, his jaw tight and eyes glittering as he watched the inu disappear into his office. “Kouga?”
He broke his gaze, looking down at his little miko before following her to the elevator. His hands clenched at his sides, careful not to draw blood, no matter how much he would love to stain the carpet with his scent. As soon as they were in the elevator and the door closed, Kouga had her pressed against the wall, his entire body crowding hers. His mouth covered hers, fangs nipping at her lips before he tore away, rubbing his nose down her cheeks, her throat, her neck.
“Kouga?”
“You don’t understand, you can’t smell it,” he growled, his teeth raking across her collarbone.
She bit her lip, holding back a moan as his hands dug into her waist. “I can’t smell what?”
“His scent is all over you.” His answer was a snarl as he pulled back and spun her around, pressing her face against the wall. His body closed over hers, his hard length digging into her rear. She felt his nose in her hair, down the back of her neck, covering every inch of skin he could reach.
“Is that why I could smell him in my office?”
A growl vibrated through her as he buried his nose into the curve of her neck. She felt him breathe, forcing himself to calm down. The elevator slowed, and he was pulling away from her before the doors opened. She turned, seeing him looking her over, reaching out to smooth her shirt and then tuck a strand of hair behind her ears. He took her hand in his and led her out of the building.
“You were quite composed, complimenting his company,” she said, peering up at him as they walked down the street. There was a steakhouse a couple blocks away, and she had a feeling that was where he was headed.
“It’s the truth. I didn’t have anything else to say,” he replied. Her skeptic gaze had him grinning. “Okay, I didn’t have anything appropriate to say.”
“Is that so?” she teased. “What would you have said?”
He tugged her close, stepping out of the middle of the sidewalk. He leaned back against one of the buildings, pulling her close to him. “Keep your scent off my woman.”
Kagome rose to her toes, leaning against him for balance. “Oh, I’m pretty certain parts of me still smell like you.” His hands wrapped around her waist, his hands settling at the base of her spine. “Besides, that just means you can cover me again.”
His fangs poked out his lips when he smiled. “Don’t worry, I will.”

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mahh I'm trying! This chapter took a bit because I was stuck, but hopefully it's smoother sailing from here. Thank you!
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