A Little bit of Risk.

A/N: Not exactly good, more like brain blocking. So here's the result...enjoy I guess.

Disclaimer: Still don't own and probably never will.

"Kagome, I said no, not now." The disscussion was held in hushed tones as the couple made their way towards the head of the table, delicate music floating over their heads on the outside terrace.

"Don't you ever want to live just a little bit Sesshomaru? Have some fun, do something dangerous."

"I can't Kagome. If I do something my face gets plastered all over the world, people magazines. If I sneeze at the wrong time it's a scandal. It can wait." Kagome was beginning to grow frustrated with her fiance, although devilishly handsome he was afraid to take risks. Sure he took every risk in the business world, it was the only reason he was one of the richest men on the earth, but if anything could even smuge a tiny line on his perfect image he would stray so far Kagome couldn't even reach him.

"I don't know why I put up with you anymore Sesshomaru." Sesshomaru held her chair out for her, helping her get situated, brushing his hand lightly up her backless blue dress. Kagome shivered, the whole conversation unnoticed by any of the gala guests, Sesshomaru bent down to her ear, covering up his words with a light kiss.

"Because I can make you shiver in one touch." Kagome smiled and exhaled slowly, watching her fiance hold up a glass for a toast, the entire company following suit. "To a brand new year at Takahashi Industries, may our movies, games, and computers reach new heights this coming year." Kagome took a delicate sip, smiling pleasantly for the camera's all night. She understood perfectly why Sesshomaru couldn't afford to take public risks, but that didn't mean she couldn't complain about it, or even induce a little bit of risk into his life.

As always the dinner was lovely, Kagome was whisked onto the dance floor by Sesshomaru shortly after the meal, skirting politely around the long talks from various executives and CEOs.

"You know, it's not polite to invite people to dinner and not talk to them. " Kagome smirked at Sesshomaru as he did a quick change step in the middle of the waltz.

"It is when I don't give a damn about what they have to say to me tonight."

"Then why do you throw these things, Sesshomaru?"

"Image, Kagome." Sesshomaru whispered into her ear.

"That's all I ever here now. What happened to my Sesshomaru, the one who jumped in that fountain with me in Venice. Naked. Or when we kissed in front of the camera's. Before you had all of this business and you were just rich."

"Kagome, please, not tonight."

"Then when Sesshomaru? This is getting really frustrating." Sesshomaru regaurded his Kagome with a stoic expression on his face. Only his eyes telling her he was listening. "Damnit Sesshomaru. I love the dresses and the gala's. But all this money and all these politics and this image thing has sucked all the fun from you now."

"Later Kagome. We can talk on the plane tomorrow to New York. It's a long flight and most of the executives will be so comfortable they won't be talking. When they are all asleep we will talk."

"You're lucky you are hott Sesshomaru." Sesshomaru smirked and dipped Kagome, pulling her back up admiring the way her hair fell over her shoulders, diamond barrets neatly tucking her black hair delicately back.