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Waking Up In Vegas	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 23764 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 5: 1:49 P.M

Las Vegas
Primal Embassy Suites

It was reaching 1:50 P.M. when Sesshoumaru entered the luxurious presidential suite with Kagome and Aimaru entering right on his heels. He was surprised that his brother had even bothered to reserve the room like he said and expected the hotel to tell them there were no vacancies. Instead he was presented with a key and the room number without delay. The demon lord was shocked to say the least. To think that irresponsible dolt was capable enough to do even that was practically a miracle in Sesshoumaru’s eyes.
Hard gold eyes thoroughly surveyed the room and the demon lord approved of the high end interior furnishings. Of course he expected nothing less of the Primal Embassy. It was a renowned demon owned hotel resort that stood neck and neck with the lavish superiority of the Ritz Carlton. Only the Primal Embassy had far more locations. Although, he was surprised that such a high-end resort would choose Las Vegas as one of their locations. The types of people who frequent Las Vegas, a place that is infamously known as Sin City, couldn’t possibly begin to appreciate the grandeur of this class of hotel to its full potential. A person can posses all the money in the world and demand the best money could buy, but without refinement and sophistication instilled in oneself such things would have little to no value to that person.
Sesshoumaru looked behind him to find the miko gawking in awe at the lavish luxuries of their suite. He knew she didn’t experience such extravagance on a daily basis like he and his brother, but she needn’t be so obvious about it. “Miko your bedroom will be the one next to mine and you,” his voice grew flatter as he turned towards his brother then pointed to the room on the opposite end of the suite. “Will use that room.” He stated firmly. He moved to the master bedroom to put up his luggage while ignoring Aimaru’s silent mocking. He knew his brother was mocking him, he just allowed him believe he didn’t. It was beneath him to bother with confronting his brother about such childish behavior.
-
A smirk on her face because of Aimaru’s antics, Kagome smacked the demon’s shoulder to stop him from mocking his brother. “Stop that.” She hissed halfheartedly as she moved around the pouting demon towards her designated room.
Aimaru rolled his eyes and stalked off towards his room on the far end of the ridiculously spacious suite. “Oh says the one who isn’t isolated from the pack. He may as well just tell me to sleep on the ledge outside the window.”
“If you weren’t such a skirt chasin’, coat tail ridin’, irresponsible goofball, then maybe Sesshoumaru would be nicer to you.” Kagome called over her shoulder then kicked her door closed behind her.
Aimaru paused in his steps when his cell phone began chirping on his hip. “Indeed. I fail to see any difference in how he treats us. You’re the stereotypical goody-goody and he still walks all over you.” He snipped loudly as he reached down to answer the phone ringing loudly on his hip.
“I said he would be nicer not nice in general.” She yelled back through the door.
-
He chuckled then answered his phone cheerfully on the way to his secluded room. “Why hello beautiful. How is everything?”
He tossed his luggage carelessly on the bed and walked over to the large window overlooking the flashing lights of the numerous billboards and signs sparkling on the horizon. He eyed a group of scantily clad drunken gorgeous escorts spilling out of limousine across the street and into the private Gentlemen’s Club. God’s, he loved this city. “Really?” he asked curiously as he turned away from the window then undid his cuffs and slid out of his shirt. “Indeed. Sounds interesting, when should the shipment arrive for me to sample it? …Tonight you say?” he threw a speculative look towards his door. “Hmmm…I would have to see and get back with you on that one darling.”
“… Mmmhnnn, See ya love.” He quickly hung up the phone and changed into less formal but still impeccably fashionable attire and left his room to the common area where he found his brother seated on the sofa typing away at his laptop and Kagome fixing coffee in the open kitchen. It was an oddly domestic yet professional scene.
Peering down at his watch, Aimaru nodded. It was reaching 2:00 P.M now. Plenty of time he decided.
He clapped his hands then rubbed them eagerly to gather the attention of the other occupants. Well the miko’s attention anyway. His brother’s eyes didn’t even waver, remaining faithfully glued to the bright wide screen of his laptop.
“Surely this isn’t how we are going to spend our time here in city of sin is it?”
-
Kagome placed the coffee pot back on the expensive coffee maker after pouring herself a cup while scowling suspiciously at Aimaru. “We are here on business Aimaru. The meeting is in but a few hours or so.”
Aimaru nodded. “Yes we are here on business. And that’s plenty of time to unwind for a bit wouldn’t you say?” He agreed and argued. An hour was all he asked for at the most.
Sesshoumaru finally looked up from his laptop to regard his brother with an irritated glare. “This is hardly a time for amusement brother.” He warned.
Amused silver eyes challenged serious golden ones. Wasn’t really surprising that his brother was quick to reinforce his ‘all work and no play’ work policy. Not a day goes by that Sesshoumaru doesn’t remind him of that horrid joy killing rule.
“It’s not all play and no work. In fact it’s both. I’ll have you know dearest brother, that where I’m proposing we go will prove very important to my career as well as provide everyone a chance to enjoy themselves.”
A silver brow rose high on the demon lord’s head. “Hn.” He answered dryly not buying Aimaru’s words.
Aimaru sniffed and mocked his brother. “Hn, Indeed.”
“Oh that’s wonderful Aimaru. I would have never thought you had it in you to do something that involves actual work.” Kagome exclaimed innocently as she rounded the island in the kitchen to enter the living room.
Aimaru granted the miko a droll glare. He was sure she meant nothing malicious by her contradicting compliment, but it was still a small blow to the ego. Work wasn’t a completely foreign concept he didn’t understand. In fact he was intimately familiar with the concept more than she gave him credit for.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t the most hardworking man in the world like his brother and that maybe he should have excised a stronger work ethic. But he was definitely not a lazy good for nothing.
“I’m glad you think so highly of me precious.” He retorted sardonically.
Kagome shrugged sheepishly then took a seat on the sofa across from Sesshoumaru. Perhaps what she said can be taken as insult, but at least she was honest. Anyone who knew Aimaru would assume the very same thing about the seemingly lazy demon.
Between the two bipolar brothers, they both represented completely opposite roles in the world.
She looked over to Sesshoumaru typing at his laptop, his long fingers flying effortlessly over the shiny black keys. That was a man who represented hard work. He reported to his office every morning at 5:00 A.M. without fail, no matter the weather conditions. Everyone respected and feared his business prowess. Even his competitors would rather partner with him than oppose him in the market.
Now Aimaru on the other hand…
Blue eyes swung towards Aimaru to catch him watching her with a wolfish grin on his face.
There were many things that man represented and they certainly weren’t anything to be proud of. Yes, he was as equally handsome as his brother and possessed a woman killing charm that thawed the hearts of the shrewdest of women. But that man represented everything opposite of work.
Play?She thought carefully then nodded in finality. Yes, he most definitely represented play.
Sesshoumaru was all work while Aimaru was all play. From their lineage, to their behavior, to their personalities, to their work ethic, both men contradicted the other in almost every possible way.
She had to stifle a giggle at her mental analysis of the two brothers.
Narrowed silver eyes watched the miko closely, “And what’s so amusing precious, if you don’t mind me asking.” Aimaru question suspiciously.
Kagome cleared her throat and smiled sweetly to Aimaru. “Nothing at all Mr. Darsey. So what kind of business do you run?” she quickly changed the subject.
Aimaru took a seat right next to the curios miko, closer than necessary in the demon lord’s opinion.
“I run and manage a private club called Primal Heat.” He smiled appreciatively when the miko gasped in surprise. He had completely missed the surprise that came and gone quickly from the demon lord’s eyes.
Kagome couldn’t believe it. Primal Heat was only one of the most well known uni-clubs (demon and human friendly) in America. People from celebrities to wealthy businessman were only allowed to attend such a club. You have to have well endowed pockets to be admitted. For Aimaru of all people to be the actual founder and owner says a lot. “YOU own and manage Primal Heat?” She asked breathlessly and spared a disbelieving glance with Sesshoumaru.
Flattered with her reaction Aimaru leaned closer to the miko. “Oh, so am I to assume you’ve heard of my little ring of clubs then?” he asked coyly.
“Of course. Who hasn’t?” She smacked his arm sharply. “Why didn’t you tell me? You had me here believing you were some smutty play boy riding on Sesshoumaru coattails. You cad.”
“Well that goes to show you miko, not only looks, but actions can be deceiving. So…” he smiled seductively. “You will allow me to escort you to my humble social establishment, yes?”
Kagome rolled her eyes and pushed playfully at Aimaru’s shoulder. “Humble my eye. Of course I would love to go.” She looked down at her watch. It was 2:18 P.M. She should have enough time for a drink and a look around.
Sesshoumaru glowered at the couple across from him. His brother had his arm around the oblivious miko’s petite frame and it irked him in the worse way imaginable.
“This Sesshoumaru will survey this club.” He said as he slowly lowered the lid of his laptop.
He narrowed his golden eyes at the sight of Aimaru smiling silver gaze. Baiting him, no less.
“Of course, I would be…thrilled” Aimaru grinned wickedly, baring all of his pearly fangs at his brother in challenge. “to have my dearest older brother along to see just how successful his little brother have become on his own.”
“Indeed.” Sesshoumaru responded sourly baring his own fangs in answer to Aimaru’s challenge.
Kagome knew better that to take that as a smile. She knew enough about demon behavior to know when two Alphas were challenging each other and thought best to keep out of it. “I’ll go change.” She said hastily and shot off the couch towards her room.
“Take your time precious.” Aimaru assured her not breaking eye contact with his brother across from him.
-
With a shake of her head, Kagome quickly changed out of her clothes and tore into her suite case. She isolated her cutest outfits then laid them out on her bed to debate which outfit best suited the occasion. Aimaru had packed three of her sexiest dresses. It was either the stretchy skin tight black and purple mini dress with a daring “V” neck cut to be finished with black shiny pumps, or the red, halter top, with the high thigh baring slit matched with her red sandals, or the stereotypical ‘my little black dress’ number with the shiny black pumps.
She didn’t want to look too slutty, but at the same time she didn’t want some hoochified trollop trying to show her up in front of Sesshoumaru either. Not that she had any ulterior motives or anything…Okay maybe she wanted to pique the demon lord’s interest just a tad.
Only a tad. She snorted rudely as she lied to herself.
But which outfit makes her look cute, not too slutty, and would stir even the demon lord’s interest she wondered as she eyed the three dresses carefully.
“Ohhh toughie.” She grunted. She looked down at her watch and groaned. She already wasted 2 minutes trying to decide which dress to wear. Well there was only one way to solve this problem. She declared as she closed her eyes and pointed among the three singing ‘Eeny Meeny Mini Moe’.
Walking out of her bed room, Kagome wasn’t sure what transpired while she changed but the air in the living room was just as malicious now as before she left. She cleared her throat to gather the gentleman’s attention snapping them out of their glaring contest.
It was a little disappointing when the demon lord simply looked and said nothing as he moved to his feet to get ready to leave. Not a flicker of fire in his eyes or nothing. Aimaru on the other hand, took it upon himself to compliment her outfit in his brother’s place. Flattered she preened for the demon and did small spin, grateful someone appreciated her attempts to look nice. Then again, she didn’t know why she bothered to expect anything anyway.
-
Aimaru watched the miko spin about on the daring 4 inch heel black pumps that encased her dainty feet. Those were the sexiest part on a woman in his opinion. But then those mile high legs topped with curved rounded hips could take on priority in his mind. The miko was absolutely gorgeous all the way around. And that black and purple number that dipped low at the neck line and stopped high on her thighs did nothing but make her a sin for the eyes.
“I do believe I will be the envy of Vegas tonight with you on my arm precious. Shall we?” Aimaru offered his arm with a gallant smile.
Kagome spared a quick glance to the demon lord who watched them with that annoyingly ever present bored expression on his face. Annoyed, she boldly took Aimaru’s arm tightly in the crook of her arm and lifted her chin stubbornly. “Lead on Mr. Darsey.”
“Of course.” He nodded in agreement and escorted the miko out of the room, the demon lord close on his heels.
The miko may think his brother was completely unaffected by her state of dress and behavior, but he knew better.
He had smelt the lust slip through his brother’s supposedly indifferent facade when he first laid eyes on the miko. Nor did Aimaru miss that subtle flare of his nostrils, like a bull in rage, when the miko took his offered arm.
Oh this was going to be fun. He thought impishly.
-
Downstairs, Kagome was still locking arms with Aimaru as they waited on the curb outside the pristine hotel resort. She looked up at the taller demon to find him scanning the streets for something. Before she could question him, an expensive four door pulled up before them. She spotted Ronda in the driver’s seat smiling knowingly at her through the semi tinted window.
“Right on time love.” Aimaru exclaimed as he assisted Kagome in the back seat.
Kagome missed the triumphant grin Aimaru taunted his brother with before he crawled in right after her. “Did you rent this car?” she asked as she looked around admiring the leather interior.
“Rent?” Aimaru scoffed at her question then quickly informed Ronda where he was headed before he answered her. “The Darsey’s rent nothing. We buy new and we sell used. This is only one of the many custom made imported cars parked at my vacation home here in Vegas.” He boasted proudly as he threw an arm around the miko’s shoulder.
“Oh how silly of me to assume. Of course the heir and son of the renowned Real-estate king would never degrade his image with borrowing used things. Such a thing is unheard of.” Kagome said in a flawlessly arrogant tone belying her upbringing. One wouldn’t have known she was sarcastic at all.
Ronda chuckled while the demon lord snorted wryly.
“You sarcasm is unbecoming precious.” Aimaru sniffed haughtily.
“Whatever do you mean?” Kagome smiled victoriously then gazed out to window to watch the flashy sparkly lights of Sin City speed by her window.
-
Sesshoumaru didn’t know what to expect when they arrived at the club. During the small tour of the club, he realized just how many famous celebrities graced this club on a daily basis. Though, he wasn’t surprised to find, however, that the club had special rooms designated for ‘questionable’ activity. Other than that, he will admit that he was rather impressed with the quality Aimaru invested into the production of the club. Everything was top notched from the equipment to the furniture, to even the simple décor that made up the club’s lavishly modern appearance.
“Oh…Aimaru this is amazing.” Sesshoumaru heard the miko gasped breathlessly and mentally rolled his eyes.
Now he wouldn’t say it was all that.
He turned to stare openly at the miko chatting with Aimaru’s secretary about trivial things. He had to fight the fire that threatened to light in his loins when he watched her cross her shapely legs. Her feet arched seductively in the shiny pumps encasing her feet, flexing the shapely muscle of her calf beneath her silky pale flesh.
Sesshoumaru had to shake himself. What on earth was wrong with him, lusting after his subordinate? Damn her for wearing that dress.
“Well brother?” Aimaru asked as he walked up to him to give a small shove to the shoulder. “Lovely isn’t she?”
Sesshoumaru looked away to stare apathetically across the dance floor from the highest balcony of the Presidential Booth above the club reserved for V.I.P members. “Hn.” He answered keeping his voice bored then turned away from the scene to take a seat beside the miko.
Watching him, Aimaru rolled his eyes. That was such a stubborn bastard.
He watched Kagome and Ronda sitting on the abstract shaped sofa that looked uncomfortable but was really heaven to the body. He paid enough money for it so that he doesn’t have to compromise comfort for individuality.
He looked down at his watch and it read 3:15 P.M then looked across the balcony to the bar and spotted his top waitress signaling him down. He nodded down at the waitress then turned to the gossiping ladies and approached them. “I’m sorry precious, but I will have to steal my secretary for a moment. Ronda?” he asked while presenting his arm.
Kagome watched the tall red head smirk and wink in her direction then stood to take the demon’s outstretched arm. They both left the booth room to head downstairs.
Well there goes her chatting buddy. That now leaves her at the mercy of Sesshoumaru’s dead silence. She looked over at the demon lord staring listlessly into space. How can he manage to look bored in an extravagant club filled with celebrities? Did absolutely nothing in the world make this man tick?
“So what do you think of Aimaru’s humble club.” She smiled encouragingly.
She watched him look around aimlessly then finally granted her a single worded answer. “Tolerable.”
Well that was productive. She thought sarcastically as she turned up her bottle of water thinking of something else to talk about.
Hurry back Aimaru.
-
Downstairs in the storage room, Aimaru and his secretary were in the back speaking with the bartender. He surveyed the box of liquor labeled Alpha Bitch and looked skeptically to the bartender.
“Alpha Bitch?” he questioned dryly.
The young Inu male shrugged his shoulder. “It’s what they sent me along with their usual shipment. The note said it was test run product so they sent a case of it free of charge. They wish to hear later from you on whether or not you wish to purchase more of it.”
Aimaru nodded but stiffened suddenly and reached back to pry Ronda’s hand off his buttock. This woman was incorrigible. He grinned then leaned towards her ear, “In a minute love.” He took in her pout and chuckled. “Have you sampled it?” he asked the bartender while lifting the demoness knuckles to his lip to tease her flesh with tender kisses.
The other man snapped out his daze smiling sheepishly, “No, I haven’t.”
“Indeed. How long will it take you to learn how to prepare and serve it?” he asked rigidly, he tried to ignore his secretary lusty scent emitting in the stuffy space of the storage room. The demoness body would pick now of all times to go into heat.
The bartender was having a difficult time of his own fighting the erection slowly growing in his pants. It was a good thing the material of his apron was thick and heavy enough to conceal his arousal. Though it was all for not when the demoness looked his way and smiled knowingly. “No more than five minutes and I’ll have it sent up stairs to you.” His voiced strained.
Unconcerned for her audience Ronda reached down to boldly cup Aimaru’s swelling need in her palm, insistent he wrap up this meeting.
At his limit, he shackled the demoness’ wrists in his hand. “You do that. I’ll be up there I a few. Be sure to leave a whole bottle for me to observe.” He said as he toted the chuckling vixen after him to the special rooms.
The bartender stared on longingly, watching the demoness’ hips sway enticingly as she walked away from him. He’d give his left arm to be that demon right about now. Begrudgingly, he set to work on opening the package to ready the drinks as ordered.
-
Sesshoumaru watched the miko sigh again on the far end of the couch toying with her phone in her hands. Opening and closing the pink glittery device over and over again, unaware of how truly annoying it was.
“Miko.” He watched her halt her movements in snapping the confounded device open again.
He was answered with an annoyed huff when the miko crossed her arms to pout like an impudent child. Watching her, he just couldn’t find it in him to resent her for her attitude. Instead, he found it somewhat amusing. This was the first time the demon lord has ever gotten a chance to observe the miko after work hours. She was so much livelier and open with her opinions and feelings around him. It was…refreshing. But he couldn’t allow himself to look anymore into it than that.
They were coworkers and she was his subordinate. Allowing an intimate relationship to develop between the two of them would only bring trouble and cause calamity in the office of his company that will eventually lead the company to ruin.
The last thing the demon lord wanted to do was destroy the delicate balance of their relationship by throwing in the unnecessary concepts of friendship. But…as she sat there openly displeased with the silence between them, it was hard to not reassure her of something. Of what, he wasn’t sure.
-
Watching the colorful lights flicker and glide across the walls, Kagome sulked. The mood was calm with smooth techno beats pulsing through the club and she was in the Presidential Booth alone with the demon lord. Not on business but for relaxation and she couldn’t bait the man to engage in any of her conversations. Here she thought this was her chance to actually socialize with the demon lord and he won’t so much as grant her replies that had more than one word.
Lord Sesshoumaru was antisocialism personified. She mused morbidly.
And she had even gone through the trouble of dressing extra cute for the occasion to impress him only a tad. But for him to act so damn aloof about it made her think if she was even attractive at all. She wasn’t necessarily trying to seduce the demon lord, or date him or anything. Just …she thought about it for a moment.
Well, she wasn’t really sure what she was trying to do anymore.
-
A swift knocking at the door snapped both the miko and the demon lord out of their mental glowering. They watched a tall slender waiter with short green hair enter the booth and glided delicately over the marbled floor with a tray balanced steadily on one hand. He smiled politely and placed the try on the table before the moot couple.
The waiter was tall and slender with long languid limbs that swung gracefully. She could tell that he was a serpent youkai because of his large dreamy serpent-like eyes that was a vivid violet with dark black slits. He had glittery green scales on the sides of his neck marking his serpent heritage. Green short hair cropped at the neck framed his delicate features as well as the long green lashes that framed his eyes. He had to be the prettiest male Kagome has ever seen. Aimaru surely knew how to pick his staff to woo the ladies it seems.
“My name is Sisilio and I’ll be serving you this evening. I present you a complimentary specialty drink meant exclusively for the President’s personal guest and himself.” He said with his serpent lisp slightly obvious in his speech. He presented the tray with a sweep of his long arm.
“Thank you.” Kagome bowed out of habit while smiling sweetly as the waiter prepared their drinks. She eyed the shiny black bottle with the silver and blue metallic colored label that had a black embellished picture of a wolf under the Old English texted name.
“Alpha …uh…” She started reading nervously.
The waiter nodded and smiled encouragingly at the miko as he picked up the bottle. “Alpha Bitch.” He said boldly and moved to pour the thick blue contents over ice in the tall black curved glasses on the tray.
“Okay.”
Kagome wasn’t sure she wanted to be drinking something named so…explicitly. But as she watched the waiter prepare it, she couldn’t help but become curious about the mysterious drink.
She listened to the ice crackle and pop under the room temperature liquid. The sweet fruity smell of the drink reached her nose making her throat feel unusually parched and her tongue tingling. In fact she found herself quite eager to sample the drink and reached out eagerly for it as the waiter handed both her and Sesshoumaru their glasses.
She looked over to watch Sesshoumaru look down at the drink with hard gold eyes before taking a generous sip. Her breath stilled as she watched his eyes narrow as he sampled the fluid on his tongue not quite sure if that was a good or bad sign. So she waited a few moments. When he lifted the drink to his lips again, she smiled and followed his actions by taking a generous sip of her own glass.
When the liquid splashed across her tongue, Kagome was floored by the sweet decadent flavor. The thick cool liquid danced around her mouth leaving an explosive fruity bliss of mango, peaches and blueberry and other exotic fruits in its wake across her tongue. The flavor had a cooling tingle and a minty aftertaste making her shiver in delight. That had to have been the best damn drink she’s has ever tasted. It was hard to believe there was any alcohol in it because it was so smooth and sweet. Now that she thought about it, she didn’t taste any alcohol in it.
“What is the alcohol content of this beverage?” Sesshoumaru asked before she could.
She looked to the waiter, who placed the bottle on the glass table before them then tucked the tray under his arm. “Only10 percent. But I must warn you that…” he paused then touched the ear piece in his ear with a concerned look on his face. “I’m sorry for my hasty exit, but I am needed downstairs. The club is unusually crowded tonight. Please drink it conservatively.” He warned then smiled politely and made a hasty exit.
Sesshoumaru glared at the retreating waiter, “Clearly that is a sign of poor management to allow your establishment to be understaffed.” He commented softly, his voice unusually gentle. He turned up his glass to down the rest of its contents. It was unusually addicting.
An insane urge to giggle suddenly overcame Kagome, she reached up to cover her mouth delicately as she nodded in agreement with the demon lord. She too turned up her glass to finish it off. She stopped to catch her breath only to hiccup and had to fight harder to not laugh at herself. She shook her head.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Oh look, a butterfly. She exclaimed to herself, watching the imaginary insect fly before her eyes.

Sesshoumaru swished the ice in his now empty glass, the half melted chunks of ice clinking noisily around the bottom of the glass. Not a thing he normally does but for some reason he couldn’t fight the impulsive tick. Odd, he thought.
He looked over to giggling miko to find her waving her glass about to ward off some unseen foe while reaching over for the half finished bottle with her free hand. He found he could go for another glass himself. There was something the waiter said about the drink, but he couldn’t recall what.
Before she could get her dainty hand around the bottle he sat up to beat her to it.
Both Sesshoumaru and Kagome froze for a second but didn’t say a word. With the shake of his head he turned to pour her drink to the brim and then filled his glass.
“Thank you.” She said sheepishly then turned up her drink eagerly. A giggle escaped her lips followed by another small hiccup then she turned up her glass again.
Sesshoumaru also turned up his glass while he watched her slender neck muscles work beneath her flesh as she downed the sweet liquid over the rim of his glass. Sharp gold eyes zeroed in on the stray bead of blue liquid traveling down the expanse of her neck down to the conjecture of her shoulder and had to stop himself from catching the liquid with his tongue.
Finishing off his drink, he placed the empty glass on the table and took his time sitting up as he stare fixated at the miko. Her breath was minty and warm as she panted softly while her eye lids drape lazily over her sky colored eyes, her cheeks blushing prettily. Her lips glistened with the cool liquor. She was about to reach up to wipe at her mouth when he caught her wrist and tugged her closer.
She stiffened at his touched but quickly relaxed as she allowed him to pull her to him. He looked hungrily to her lips still moist with the sweet addicting elixir of her drink beckoning his lips to capture the pouty rosy flesh. His body throbbed and pulse with the surrounding music. The small white lights from the large disco ball danced across her face that was upturned expectantly. She closed her eyes and waited. Her thick raven lashes fanning across her cheeks.
His breath quickened as he finally touched his lips to hers. A deep shudder snaked up his spine as he tasted her lips, thick and soft and delicious. Unable to control the insatiable urge, he gathered her small trembling form in his arms and crushed her to his chest. It was then he realized that she wasn’t trembling, but…giggling.
Sesshoumaru broke away from her to her look down at her wiping away tear of suppressed merriment. “Miko?” he was answered with the miko’s all out laughter.
He assumed a serious expression. “You find this Sesshoumaru amusing miko.”
He watched her shake her head sloppily then wrapped her arms around his neck and forced them to lock lips again. Her tongue ravished the heated cavern of his mouth, stealing his breath from his lungs.
She pulled away to catch her breath. “I was just thinking to myself that you have to be drunk off your ass to kiss me like that.” She said boldly.
Sesshoumaru was shocked by her change in speech and answered her with a rare show of teeth. He liked this wild side of her. “Indeed. And you must be completely intoxicated to enjoy this Sesshoumaru’s lips.”
Kagome squealed and hugged the demon lord tighter. “Oh, my god…you are so sexy when you smile. Don’t allow any other woman to see this smile. That smile belongs to me Mr. Tashio.” She rambled in a slur.
The demon lord chuckled as he moved to lay the miko across the sofa then crawled over her giggling form. “Just my smile miko?” he asked as he leaned down to lap at the drying sticky trail of Alpha Bitch on her neck.
“Well since you so graciously offered…” Kagome wrapped her legs around the demon lord’s waist unconsciously. “you belong to me, all of you. From this long beautiful hair, to your bodacious body…”
“Bodacious?” Sesshoumaru looked up from her neck to scowl down at her. “Surely you can come up with a better adjective than that miko.”
Kagome shrugged. “It’s the best I could come up with at the moment. Those are some very distracting lips Mr. Tashio.” She tapped his lips playfully then squirmed when the demon lord resumed to kissing her sensitive flesh. A yelp escaped her lips when he grazed her flesh with his fangs. “Oh…my….” She opened her eyes to watch the colorful butterflies dance around behind the demon lord. “Shoo…go away.” She hissed at the insistent creatures.
Sesshoumaru looked over his shoulder to the chandelier hanging above them then back at the miko beneath him. “Who are you speaking to miko?”
Kagome smiled lazily then pointed her finger at the little colorful insects that only she could see. “The butterflies. Their insistent giggling is distracting me from our steamy foreplay. Perverted little bastards.” She giggled. “Oh, never mind them, let them watch. You may resume…” she reached up to tap her sweet spot on her neck.
“Perhaps we should continue this back at our suite?” Sesshoumaru offered with a charming smile then lapped the side of her neck like a hungry man. He captured her earlobe between his fangs gently and buried himself deeper into her willing body. He growled out all the suppressed lust he harbored in his loins from the moment she stepped out of her room in this god forsaken dress.
Kagome moaned and nuzzled his chin, “Sounds absolutely wonderful. Gotta go get the keys from Aimaru…” she said before she locked lips with the demon lord.
“In a moment.” The demon lord reached behind him to unlock the miko legs from around his waist then pushed them further apart to accept his hips tightly between her thighs. He dangles one of the loose long limbs over the back of the couch then reached under her to unzip her dress. He was rewarded with a mischievous smirk from the miko’s lovely face. At that moment Sesshoumaru didn’t think anything in the world that could be this beautiful.
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Aimaru and Ronda were arm and arm, exiting the elevator to the V.I.P floor. He escorted the breathless sexed up demoness to his booth and opened the door to find a couple in a very suggestive position on the sofa. One of the woman’s legs dangled off the back of the couch and the man’s face was buried deep in the crook of her neck chuckling playfully.
Aimaru’s eyebrows flew into his hairline. “Oh, I’m sorry you two. I must have the wrong booth.” He offered weakly watching the woman wave at them from over the back of the sofa then quickly closed the door.
He paused at the sight of Presidents Private Booth engraved on the gold plate outside the door and shared a bemused look with his equally confused secretary. They both nodded and looked into the room again looked around and closed the door again.
Aimaru blinked and tried to analyze the picture in his head. He shook his head frantically. No, he thought, it couldn’t be.
He opened the door once again in time to watch the male sit up from his woman to unbutton his shirt while smirking seductively down at the lover Aimaru have yet to see.
And fuck him sideways if that wasn’t Sesshoumaru undressing and smirking seductively down at some lucky woman.
That’s when another detail suckered punched the shocked demon in the gut. Where was the miko? Aimaru looked around the booth then looked outside down the hall for innocent little human and couldn’t spot her anywhere.
“Doesn’t that shiny black pump dangling off that couch look familiar darling?” Ronda questioned amusedly.
“What?” he scowled then zeroed his silver eyes on that very pump swaying back and forth with the beat of the club music. He shook his head in denial. “Kagome?” he called out weakly.
“Hmm?” Kagome sat up to peer over the edge of the couch with a silly smile plaster on her pretty face. Her wavy raven locks tussled all over her head along with her dress hanging haphazardly off her shoulder. “Oh look it’s Aimaru. Hi!” she chuckled goofily.
Ronda reached to catch Aimaru by the arm to steady him as his legs suddenly became weak. “Hi.” He squeaked then glared at his brother curling around the miko’s smaller form staring at him indifferently, completely unconcerned for his possessive position around her or the fact that he and the miko were nearly undressed. “Sesshoumaru.” He addressed his brother with a tight nod.
“Idiot.” The demon lord nodded back at his brother. “You came just in time. I demand the keys to your car little brother. My miko and I wish to return to the hotel.”
“M-my Miko?!” Aimaru sputtered in horror.
Quickly closing the door behind him, Aimaru entered the booth and rounded the sofa to glare at the two love birds that were recently making out on his three thousand dollar sofa. “What the hell just happened here? I left you two for a few minutes and I find you up her necking like teenagers.”
He watched the miko and demon lord share a blank look then shrugged simultaneously in answer to his question.
“Oh that’s classic you two…” he started before his secretary placed an empty bottle of Alpha Bitch in his hands. “What…?”
“Read it darling.” Ronda insisted.
At the sound of snickering he glared back at the two on the couch to find them staring back at him innocently. Thinking he imagined it he looked down at the red label on the back of the bottle. His eyes zeroed in on the large uppercased WARNING and the words that followed.
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WARNING:Mild hallucinogens and aphrodisiac within contents. Must be served chilled in exactly 8 ounce servings. Don’t not exceed intake limit of one serving within 24 hours of consumption. Can lead to misconduct and lack of awareness of oneself…
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“Good lord in heaven.” How many serving did they just consume? Aimaru looked down at the bottle in his hands and saw the horrific number of 6 Servings. And he now held an empty bottle.
A strained chuckled and giggle drew Aimaru eyes to the two still sitting comfortably on the couch staring blankly at him. Unconvinced he narrowed his eyes suspiciously waiting for one of them to crack. It was the miko who cracked first by pointing to the top of his head.
“Butterfly.” Then both the miko and the demon lord burst out laughing at the unseen insect on his head.
That definitely confirmed it then. They were smashed.
“Terrific, absolutely terrific.” Aimaru hissed sarcastically to his secretary chuckling along with the ‘high as a kite’ couple. “Stop encouraging them.” he snapped at her.
“But they’re so cute like this.” Ronda cooed at the swaying miko, swatting at the imaginary butterflies. Sesshoumaru had his face buried in her neck again growing lustfully.
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“Wait hold up…” Kagome interrupted with the raise of her hand then crossed her arms and glared frigidly at the demon and the secretary seated on his lap. “You are SO making that up Aimaru.”
Aimaru glared right back as he reached into his pocket for his smart phone. “Am I?” he questioned darkly as he took out his phone searched through it until he found what he was looking for. He held up his phone for both of them to see after pressing play.
Sesshoumaru and Kagome both leaned in to watch the video playing on the screen of the tiny device.
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They watched a drunken version of themselves attempt to stand from the couch only to tumble in an unceremonious heap onto the marble floor. Sesshoumaru had twisted them both so that he would cushion the miko’s fall. He may be intoxicated, but chivalry was still engraved into his bones.
Both breathless with laughter, Kagome climbed over Sesshoumaru and straddled his waist to pull weakly at his arms. “Upsy Daisy…Up we go…” she giggled as she tugged at his arms. She fumbled and fell over on the demon lord where they both fell into a side-splitting fit of laughter.
Sesshoumaru was too hysterical beneath her to move.
“Oh how the mighty have fallen…literally it seems.” Aimaru mused dryly. “You seem to be enjoying this my pet.”
The phone suddenly shifted toward Ronda who was laughing her guts out at the comical scene. Her gorgeous features contorted in agony of her merriment as she held her sides while bent over. She recovered enough to push the camera out of her face.
Her voice could be heard in the background. “What are you doing? Put that away.” She hissed and then laughed.
The phone shifted back to the wacky couple still losing their marbles on the floor. “Oh no.” Aimaru’s voice protested. “They wouldn’t believe me if I told them later when they are sober. This will provide me with more than enough evidence. Look Kagome a butterfly.” He lied.
Kagome drop Sesshoumaru’s heavy arms to look above her head. “Where?” She smiled sweetly when she spotted a few then starting clapping her hands about to capture them.
Even Aimaru’s chuckle could be heard in the background.
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“Enough!” Kagome protested in horror then looked away covering her face to hide her shame.
Sesshoumaru face was blanker than usual. He didn’t blink or so much as breathe. Aimaru figured Probably too far gone in shock to believe that he would behave like that.
“Hn” Aimaru obliged and put away the phone. “Well at least you know now, that whatever I say hence forth isn’t fabricated.” He said smartly. “Now where was I?”He asked himself as he tightened his arm around his secretary’s waist. Her muscles were convulsing as she fought to contain her giggles. He jostled her gently to hush her antics. “Now, now darling, I think we’ve embarrassed them enough.”
Both Aimaru and Ronda shared a serious look then broke out in a roaring bout of laughter. Kagome and Sesshoumaru watched them sourly while mentally planning their murder.
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