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A Glass Half Full	By : psychicvampire23 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 9930 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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I know it has been a long time...I actually forgot I had this story on here, since I mainly write on ff.net. Anyway, these are chapters I had already written, so I'm posting them up one by one for your reading pleasure. I haven't gotten round to writing any new chapters since I've been OH SO VERY BUSY, but I have them planned out at least. Enjoy!
A Beginning
Sesshoumaru let his car keys drop on the dresser with a clang. The light was on in the bathroom. Ah, so it wasn't so urgent, he thought but feeling nothing all the same. This was happening more and more frequently. Feeling nothing.
He removed his watch and let it drop beside the keys, and he moved towards the king-size bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt. He heard the sound of a light switch and felt two slender hands sliding up his back.
"Mmmm, Sesshoumaru, how long has it been since we made love?' Risa said huskily. He felt nothing still. Her hands were on his broad shoulders and her naked breasts pressed up against him.
"Not now Risa."
He was brusque, but he didn't care. He never cared. But she was insistent, and he knew that sooner or later if she kept this up he would fall.
"Please Sesshoumaru, I want you…I burn for you…and who knows when our next chance will be?" her voice was low and sexual, and her breath tickled his ear. He felt a stirring below. Sensing his acquiescence, she brought her arm around him and slid her hand down his toned stomach and into his trousers. To see if he was ready for her. Oh, he was ready.
She sighed at the rock hardness of him, and pressed her breasts harder against his back. Without a sound Sesshoumaru turned to grab her and he pushed her down onto the large bed. He knew she wouldn't protest, he had always been rough with her and she learnt to like it. He didn't bother to check if she was ready for him, she always was. With one smooth movement he was on top of her and separated her legs with one knee.
(LEMON STARTS HERE)
He unzipped his trousers, freeing himself…he was large. He wondered now how long it was since he last had her. But he didn't dwell on it, he was intent on self-gratification and this moaning woman beneath him was driving him mad with animal instinct. Her naked body was toned and firm, and her sex was dripping…if he didn't take her now he would explode. He rammed himself inside her, ignoring her muffled cries and he pumped his organ in and out at a fast pace, feeling her walls create friction on his enlarged manhood. He kept up the intense rhythm and brought a hand to Risa's overlarge breasts, crushing them and squeezing them roughly. She mewled with pain and pleasure, feeling herself closer to going over the edge. Sesshoumaru went harder and faster, ignoring everything around him and with the last stroke he burst, depositing his essence inside Risa and letting out a throaty groan.
(LEMON ENDS HERE)
After the intense session, he quickly pulled out and zipped himself up, heading for the bathroom. He removed his clothes and stepped into the shower, feeling a slight disgust as he thought back on what had just happened, and at the sticky feeling it had left him with. Under the hot water he washed himself, tilting his head back so that the stream would fall on his throat and toned chest. He slowly turned the water off and ran his hands through his wet hair.
Stepping out of the steamy bathroom in a dark blue towel, he found that Risa had fallen asleep in the nude. He frowned a little, not wanting to touch her anymore than he had to. And he had…that was enough. He felt a slight revulsion at the thought of sharing a bed with her, despite her luscious curves and perfect, oval face. He didn't like her breasts…too large, and hanging once freed of her lace bra. His mind flashed to a pair of perfect breasts, but he dismissed the thought immediately, brutally.
No, he had responsibilities, and one of them was marrying Risa. Yes, it was convenient…after all, her father was the chief of medicine at General Hospital. But why was he feeling so…indescribable? Years had gone by and he hadn't complained about the arrangement, yet recently he'd wanted to cut himself away from it all, rebel, break free. He removed his towel and put on some grey slacks, lying down on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch the naked woman sleeping close by.
Yes, it was disgust. Cold disgust. He didn't want to be near her, despite her attractive looks. He thought about the club, and the girl. The petit girl with the large eyes and perfect breasts.
Perfect breasts.
It was harmless to think these things, after all, he did it with a cool surgical head. He knew for a fact that she was indeed attracted to him, what with the gift and the mindless conversation at the club in an effort to get noticed. Another meeting with her was inevitable, as a routine checkup was required once she made a full recovery. Only days away.
He realized that he still felt nothing when thinking about her. But most importantly he noticed that he didn't feel disgust either.
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I got home at one in the morning, absolutely exhausted. Once my friends had dropped me off and had gone on their way, I took off my clothes and threw them in a pile in the corner of my bedroom. Yuck, they smelt of cigarette smoke and God knows what else. I carefully put on my nightie and lay down on my nice comfy, squishy bed. Oh, how I loved my bed! I squinted at the calendar on my bedside table and say that the day I circled was not far off. Despite how things had gone with Dr. Saotome…I mean, Sesshoumaru, in the club I was nevertheless looking forward to seeing him again. I realized with a jolt that he would be looking at my breasts again but this time I didn't mind so much. Yes, I still blushed madly at the thought, but….I don't know…I just really liked the guy.
Too bad he's getting married. I can't tell you how awful I felt about that. And she was so beautiful too….the type of beautiful that makes you ache inside with longing or envy. They deserve each other…and they'll make some very pretty babies. I giggled, feeling my spirits lift a little.
Maybe after my last appointment with him I would get him out of my mind forever. I sure hoped so.
I awoke to the sound of the shrill ringing of my phone. Bleary eyed I peered at my bedside clock and saw that it was already eleven o'clock. Thank heavens for Sundays! I tumbled out of my warm bed, completely forgetting that I was all stitched up and feeling the sharp stab of pain that ensued. I clutched my poor breast and dragged myself to my living room to answer the phone.
It was aunt Kumiko, calling to ask how I was. I told her I was perfect, omitting last night's clubbing of course. She wanted to invite me to our favourite café, Nee-chan's, for great big yummy slices of cake. Oh, that black forest gateau! I was drooling already, tasting its rich sweetness. I agreed to meet her there in half an hour, and hung up. I pulled my nightie off and went to have a wash. I showered carefully, trying not to get too eager with the sponge as I brought it over my chest, gently lathering myself with soap. Mmmm lavender. Love that scent.
I dressed with the same care, jeans and sleeveless white blouse, and my wine coloured jacket on top. It wasn't cold outside but spring always brought cool breezes with it. And I didn't want to come down with the sniffles, oh no…just imagine sneezing or coughing in my condition! Awful! Unthinkable!
I caught sight of the clothes I'd worn last night, rumpled in a corner. I sighed, remembering my absolutely embarrassing situation with Dr. Saotome, feeling my face get hot at the thought. Gah! Why were the good ones taken? I never imagined him as the marrying type…but the fiancé was so beautiful, I couldn't blame him. I recalled how she looked, dark red hair that hung in loose curls, a long lithe body sheathed in a flattering violet dress…big boobs. I think she was almost as tall as him. Gah, it made me feel so small and dumpy and…boring. Come to think of it, there was nothing spectacular about me at all! Dark hair, brown eyes…average height (ok, ok I'm a little on the small side but I don't like saying it!). Probably the only noticeable thing about me was my conversation. My never-ending conversation. And my optimism I suppose. I wonder if I would have traded either of those for light eyes or a few more inches in height…
But nah, I wasn't that superficial. And like in all self-help books, you had to learn to love yourself. Actually, I'd never really fretted about my looks before, but after last night I started to pay more attention to myself with every glance in the mirror. I started to stupidly wonder if Dr Saotome would have taken more notice of me had I been a ravishing raven beauty, with a height to match his own and a cool demeanor to compete with his. A sharp pain shot through my breast, snapping me out of my nonsensical dreaming and I realized how foolish I was being. Ravishing raven beauty? Purleeeease. Cool demeanor? Impossible! I could barely make a serious face at a funeral. I was too cheerful for my own good. I shrugged to no one in particular, smiling at myself and my quirkiness. I grabbed my sports handbag and left the apartment, thinking of nothing but gobbling down a delicious slice of gateau.
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By the time Risa awoke that morning, Sesshoumaru had been gone for approximately three hours. She sighed, turning to look at her watch on the bedside table. Eleven in the morning. Where could he have gone, early on a Sunday? She knew he didn't work Sundays, just like her, and she had daddy to thank for that. Having your father as the chief of medicine certainly had its upsides. She lazily stretched, reveling in her nakedness, and ran both hands over her cool body. He had been rough last night, perhaps rougher than all the previous times they had bedded together. But she wasn't sore, in fact she quite liked his brusqueness when taking her. Would marriage put a stop to it? She hoped not.
She knew full well his reasons for proposing to her. Well, it wasn't so much a proposal, but more of a flat statement.
"We are to be married" he'd said. No passion, no feeling…nothing. Just cold words. With Sesshoumaru it was always cold words and icy glares and dark cynicism. She knew her father had persuaded him to do it, after all, he needed someone to take over at the hospital after his retirement and who better than Dr Saotome? Perfect doctor, perfect surgeon, perfect scientist. Perfect husband? Not likely.
Sesshoumaru had made his point clear from the beginning. He wanted the position, and marrying her was the surefire way of getting it. It would be a monarchy of sorts, the son-in-law of the chief taking over. All cosy, all convenient. She wasn't complaining, she'd been after Sesshoumaru forever, having fallen in love with him at first sight. He didn't love her, that was obvious, but he was hers all the same, and would be for a long time. She wanted to have his children, be his wife, his lover and his confidant. She began to imagine herself swollen with child, his child…and she smiled, touching her flat stomach. She shouldn't take contraception anymore, if she were pregnant maybe things would improve and the marriage would happen quicker. She planned into the future, thinking already on maternity leave at the hospital, they would understand, after all she was a children's doctor. She loved children and she wanted a child of her own…
She got up and slipped on her sheer dressing gown, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. How could Sesshoumaru not want her?
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Aunt Kumiko and I grabbed our usual table by the window that looked out into the street. I saw the towering General Hospital and shivered, thinking that in a few days I'd return there to have my stitches removed. We ordered what we always did, black forest gateau for me, cheesecake for auntie and lattes for both of us.
I tried so hard to not plunge my face into the slice of cake as soon as it arrived, instead lifting my fork and delicately separating a bite size piece. The rest wasn't delicate I'm afraid, as I gobbled the chunk down as if my life depended on it and doing the same with the rest of the slice. Aunt Kumiko was dainty all throughout, dabbing her mouth with a napkin and all that stuff I can't be bothered with.
I resisted the urge to lick my plate clean and sat back with a contented sigh. My aunt asked me how I was doing, when my next appointment was, what I was going to do after and lots of other questions that I answered animatedly. I picked up my latte to take a gulp and froze, eyes fixed upon the opening door.
It wasn't difficult to recognize him, what with the beautiful long hair, cold amber eyes and six feet in height. My God, he looked so gorgeous, wearing a black polo neck sweater and beige trousers, freshly pressed. He strode to the counter and ordered, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. His movements were so elegant, so filled with purpose and I found that unbelievably sexy.
Now, may I remind you that I was currently staring with my mouth full of liquid, so naturally I swallowed as quickly as possible and failing miserably, almost choking to death and spraying coffee everywhere. Aunt Kumiko jumped to my assistance flapping napkins around and thumping me on the back. Through teary eyes I looked over to the counter. Great, Dr Saotome was staring right back. The humiliation!
Was he going to come over here? For a split second I pictured him performing the Heimlich maneuver on me. I definitely wouldn't have minded. But no, he received his coffee, placed the money on the counter in one smooth gesture and breezed out. My face was tomato red.
"Rin, whatever is the matter? Is there still something caught in your throat?" Asked my aunt anxiously.
I tried to control myself. "No, I'm fine auntie, really" I sighed. My ego wasn't though.
We left the café together and walked back home. Aunt Kumiko insisted on accompanying me to my apartment but I told her I was ok, flashing her one of my famous smiles. She hugged me and went on her way. I rushed to my place and as soon as I closed the door behind me I let loose.
"Stupid, stupid stuuuuuuupiiiiid!" I cried, whacking my forehead with the palm of my hand. I would remember that scene forever and ever. I went over and sat on my sofa, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. No, I had to think positive. Maybe it was for the best, and maybe whenever I thought of that embarrassing spectacle I would link the feeling to Dr Saotome, and in that way try to forget about him.
I realized I had a really strong crush on him, and had let it develop. From the first day, despite my berating myself for thinking about him, I had thought it was a harmless girly thing. But now….it was definitely deeper, and found myself excited to see him again for my checkup. I knew it would be the last time, so I decided to play it cool, no matter how much I wanted to be myself. Maybe I could tell him about it, playfully? Like a joke? NO! Huge mistake…better not. I'll end up looking silly.
I tried to smile about it, making myself believe that I would think back on this in the future and laugh at my foolishness. Yes, I had to believe it. It was the only way to make it bearable.
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Sesshoumaru arrived at the hospital, and swept to his office. The nurse at reception had asked what he had been doing here, seeing it was his day off, but he had ignored her. He didn't need to justify himself to anyone. He sat down in his chair and sipped at his coffee. Black, no sugar…real hardcore. He drank it out of habit, not because he needed the caffeine. He organized the papers on his desk, not bothering to read them, and he placed them in a drawer.
He hadn't wanted to stay at home with Risa. He hated being walled in with her for too long. And five minutes was too long. The more she loved him and asked for him, the further he went in the opposite direction. He wondered if he ever should have agreed to the arrangement, but he knew that if he didn't go through with it, the chief would never give him the position. And that was that.
He leant back in his chair. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the wine bottle given to him by the girl. The Ayase girl, wasn't it? He never really bothered with names, he felt himself above that. The bottle was perched on a stool in a corner, right where he had left it. He got up and lifted it, reading the little note once again. That girl. He had seen her earlier in the café…making a fool of herself in front of everyone. He surprised himself by feeling amused. The sight had been entertaining after all.
Ayase. The girl with the perfect breasts. Why did his thoughts always linger on her breasts? He had seen hundreds of pairs. He pictured hers now, the colour of strawberries and cream, not too big, not too small. Pale skin, soft to the touch, pulsing with her heartbeat. Rosy nipples that quivered and shrunk to perfect little nubs. He then moved to her face, a soft face, with large doe eyes and long black lashes. A rosebud mouth, pale cheeks tinged with pink. Her hair, long and raven black, probably silky to the touch. The rest of her body voluptuous.
He blinked, and frowned. He put the bottle down on his desk and picked up his calendar. In four days she had an appointment with him to have her stitches removed. One last look at those perfect breasts and that would be that. But he knew it wouldn't.
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Being back at work really made time whizz past. I loved being at work, with people and colours and ideas everywhere. My projects were finishing up nicely and my clients were pleased, which made my boss pleased…which made me pleased. So pleased in fact that I'd almost completely forgotten about my appointment with Dr Saotome the next morning. Actually, my boss had reminded me, and had wished me good luck. Reika and Yue promised to call me tomorrow to see how I was and to hook me up with some guy from resources. Ugh, I hated when they did that.
I got home that evening and treated myself to chocolate icecream. Love love love chocolate icecream. My work was strewn over the dining table in a mess but I didn't care, sliding down on my sofa and kicking my shoes off, savouring the rich taste of the frozen dessert. I decided to get an early night, and my heart did a little somersault when Dr Saotome's image popped up in my head. God, still? Was I never going to get over it? I laughed, shaking my head with disbelief. I remembered my promise. Play it cool. Yeah, cool and smooth. I knew I was going to fail hopelessly but I wasn't bothered too much. I liked being myself enough not to.
In my room, in front of the mirror I undressed, taking one last look at the bandages. I remembered how scared I'd felt, wondering if it was cancer. My future had been so uncertain then, but it was alright now, as if it'd never happened. I pulled on my nightie and slid into bed, snuggling under the brightly covered duvet. I switched off my bedside lamp and tried to think of innocent, happy things to get to sleep. But the only way to fall asleep now was to think of Saotome.
The alarm startled me awake and I threw an arm out to whack it into silence. I groaned from under the covers. But as soon as I remembered what day it was I shot out of bed (well, as best as I could being stitched up) and showered, using my favourite lavender soap. I took extra care with my appearance today, blow drying and brushing my hair. I left it down today, instead of in the usual ponytail. I chose a loose white blouse that cinched below my breasts and billowed out like a dress, reaching to just above my knees. I put on some black leggings and black tennis shoes. Yeah, the tennis shoes made the look a bit sportier, but I didn't mind, I liked being comfy. I left my apartment with my trusty black sports handbag and set off with plenty of time to spare. My heart and belly were fluttering nervously but I was determined to keep control.
I arrived at the hospital and informed the nurse at reception about my appointment. She sent to the same waiting room as before and I waited for my name to be called. I distracted myself by looking at the plain walls, imagining dolphins, mermaids and all sorts of sea creatures painted on them, that would definitely cheer this place up. Everyone was looking so somber here, it was beginning to get to me. But I just thought harder on my imaginary murals.
"Ayase, Rin. Room nine."
There it was. My stomach gave a tremendous lurch and I almost lost my breakfast (eggs and toast), but I swallowed it back down. Yucky, I know. I made the familiar trip to Dr Saotome's surgery and timidly knocked on the door upon arrival. No answer, so I opened. Yep he was there and oh so beautiful, as always. I went in and closed the door behind me, my fingers fumbling with the knob.
He smelt so good…fresh, like mountains and evergreens. A little bit of musk, reminding me of sunset. I smiled at him brightly.
"HI Dr Saotome, how are you today?" Whoops, forgot about playing it cool. Ah, never mind.
He was staring at me with those piercing amber eyes. I felt flustered. My reaction? Nonsensical chatter.
"Yes, I've had a rather speedy recovery, don't you think? The bandages are kind of annoying but its all part of the process I suppose, and the stitches are getting a little itchy but that's why I'm here isn't it? I was just thinking back in the waiting room how wonderful this hospital would look with a bit of colour, not too much mind you, I know some patients can get ill with just a glance, but I thought of using the same gamma of shades already used here to create something new and pretty…" I trailed off biting my lip to stop the flow of words. He hadn't moved from his position and continued observing me as if I were some specimen.
"You may undress behind the screen." He said simply, and glanced down at her medical file. Oh yeah, he was ice-cold. I got up and went behind the screen, removing my clothes and feeling slightly awkward, knowing I was naked in the same room as him. I put on the hospital gown that hung on a hook behind me and shyly stepped out. He was preparing his surgical implements and adjusting the reclining bed. He waited for me to lie down and he snapped his gloves on. This guy was so business like with everything! He opened my gown at the chest, revealing the bandages. With little steel scissors he swiftly cut through them, baring my breasts. My cheeks burned with shame, and I closed my eyes, trying to think of bunnies and kittens and happy happy things.
I felt a sharp tweak and me eyes shot open. One by one he was snipping at each of the stitches and pulling them out, quickly so that the pain would be minimal. My eyes still watered though, as a natural reaction and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. He took a swab of cotton soaked in…something, and dabbed at my breast to absorb the little drops of blood that had no doubt gathered there. I heard the final clink of the instruments and the sound of latex gloves being removed. I looked down and saw my poor sore breast, swollen and slightly reddened, but otherwise ok. I covered myself quickly. Dr Saotome was already standing at his desk, leaving through papers in my medical file. I went behind the screen to get changed, more carefully now that my breasts were free from the bandages.
When I was ready, I went over to the desk, where Dr Saotome now sat and gave him a smile, despite my embarrassment, nerves and all sorts of annoying feelings going through me at that moment. My spirits were a little dampened at the thought of leaving this gorgeous hunk of a man, but there was no choice. The least I could do was thank him and then leave him finally alone. I was sure he was tired of my pestering!
His eyes flickered upwards and met mine. I felt a hot swooping sensation in my very insides, my heart pounded in my chest so strongly I was afraid he would hear it. My God! Those eyes! They were beautiful eyes. Lined with long dark lashes that gave him an almost feminine look, but that was contrasted by the masculine mold of his jaw. He was so gracefully put together, I felt like an inferior being just sitting in his presence.
"If you have any strange pains or hardness you are to return here immediately." He said, voice deep and businesslike. I jumped out of my reverie and nodded vigorously like an idiot. Dr Saotome closed the file and gazed at me expectantly with those cool amber orbs.
Ah yes! Time to leave, silly me. I clumsily got to my feet and thanked him nervously, wondering if I should offer him my hand for him to shake but thought better of it. I felt his eyes on me as I approached the door on my way out. Come on Rin, say something witty, this is your last chance! Do it Rin, do it! I turned to face him, eyes full of purpose.
"Hey, would you like to have coffee this Sunday?" I burst out. What! No, Rin! That wasn't the idea! Bad! Bad!
His expression remained the same, but I noticed his gaze grow considerably cooler. I should have said it was a mistake, I should have just apologized and bailed out of there but I didn't. I stayed and waited for his answer. He was taking a while though.
"It's just as thanks for…you know, everything." I added, trying to hide the tremor in my voice. Why couldn't I be normal around him?
He leant forward in his chair, placing his elbows on the desk and his chin upon his interlaced fingers. There he goes, studying me again.
"I'm a busy man."
Boy, what a way to say no. I knew it was coming anyway. I smiled and shrugged, telling myself to get out of there quick. I turned to leave but his voice stopped me.
"I can only spare half an hour. So I expect you to be punctual. Eleven o'clock." He said, in his deep monotone. And he promptly ignored me, gathering the files on his desk and beginning to organize them. He was calling the shots even though it was my invitation, but I can't begin to describe the joy I felt and the triumph with which my heart was beating. I grinned from ear to ear and exited the surgery. I managed to calmly walk to the end of the corridor until I couldn't hold it in any longer and I did my little happy dance. This consists of a series of mini jumps and serious fist pumps. I couldn't believe it! Dr Saotome had accepted my invitation! Oh Lordie! Oh yay!
So now what? I was going to meet him for coffee on Sunday…and what the hell was I going to say? Damn, I hadn't thought that far. I was going to have to wing it. I also sternly told myself that this would be strictly a doctor-patient, appreciation…thing. But I still couldn't help feeling giddy like a fangirl meeting her favourite celebrity. I reminded myself that he was going to be a married man, but at this point it didn't matter all that much.
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Sesshoumaru prepared himself for his next patient, taking out her files and leafing through them. Middle aged woman, hard lump in right breast. Hm, she was the same age as his mother when she had died. From breast cancer no less. He clenched his jaw, forcing the memory out of his mind. He'd not thought of his mother since her untimely death, and he wasn't about to start now. He had more important things going on, with the living. A whiff of his last patient made him pause with what he was doing. Lavender.
Against his will he thought of her. Of the Ayase girl. With her long hair loose she looked fresher, younger, more natural and approachable. Attractive. He frowned at this. Yes, attractive, why ever not? He was a man after all.
And that lavender fragrance, it smelt of childhood and of innocent times which he thought had disappeared long ago from memory.
"Hmph. What foolishness." He said, scolding himself. He had no time for stupidity. He had already given into that by accepting her proposal. Whatever could he have been thinking? Coffee…pfffft. He didn't have to meet with her, he was a busy doctor and he had a 'relationship'. He couldn't care less about this girl or her feelings.
So why did he accept her invitation?
He couldn't even answer his own question. He was already thinking up an excuse for Risa in order to leave the house on Sunday. Normally he wouldn't have bothered, but Risa was being exceedingly irritating lately, always asking when he was available, probing him about where he meant, as if they were already husband and wife. He coldly planned on rough lovemaking for Saturday night so she wouldn't have any complaints for the next day. He felt disgusted at the thought, since this had never been his way. But his curiosity for the girl was driving him to do it.
Sunday…just a few days away.
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