a little something to say THANK YOU GUYS ^^ for 400 favorites ^^ As you all requested, the third installment of the Maid series
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Immaculate halls shined from the attention and care given to every detail, the large manor long since turned into a warm and loving home, all thanks to the young woman nestled comfortably in the strong arms, her head against the demon's strong chest as she sighed happily before giggling quietly as a nose nestled into the crook of her neck.
"Sesshomaru!" she squealed, "I'm ticklish!"
"After a year with you Rin, don't you think I know that by now?" the demon whispered seductively to her ear.
"I know you know!" the young woman laughed, "but still-stop it tickles!"
"I enjoy hearing you laugh," he murmured, his lips pressing to the back of her ear.
In the year of their relationship, Sesshomaru had learned that every new day brought something new for him to love about her, the soft hums as she brushed her hair, the way she pouted after trying a new recipe only to have it burn in the pan, how the peace seemed to settle around her when she sat in the garden, and, above all else, how faithful she was to him and how evident her love was.
Though she was never born into the world of high class, the demon thought that she belonged in it more than anyone he knew. She seemed to float where she walked in her gowns, her smile always radiant and she never strayed too far from him, despite how popular she was. Every man that met her always wanted her undivided attention trained on him, something she wouldn't give.
His position in his company required him to attend the balls and parties, but, much like her, he'd rather sit on the couch and relax, often with her.
Now, however, their actions were anything but relaxing.
Rin was well aware of where his fingers were slipping up, the tips running over her pale thigh while his other was tight around her waist, pressing her back to his chest.
"Is this all you ever think about!?" the young woman asked him, "sex?"
"No, you are all I think about," the demon murmured, "often in my bed… naked…."
Her hand swatted his, her body shaking as she giggled quietly.
"Pervert," she teased, her head turning to his, her lips pressing against his.
"That hurts," Sesshomaru mocked quietly, his fingers ceasing their voyeurism up her stomach when the knock interrupted them, the demon sighing softly, cursing Jaken's impeccable timing.
Reluctantly standing from her, the demon moved to the door, his fingers pulling it open to reveal a stack of letters in his arms.
"Mail for you sir!" Jaken announced proudly, determined to make himself out to be a perfect servant.
"Thank you Jaken," the demon murmured through clenched teeth, his fingers pulling the letters towards him, "I thought I dismissed you an hour ago?"
"You did," he nodded, "but the mail came later than expected, so I thought to deliver it to you!"
"Thank you for you diligence," Sesshomaru told him, "you may go home now."
"Indeed," the small imp bowed lowly, "have a good night Milord!"
Sighing deeply as he slammed the door, Rin giggling at the usual enthusiasm Jaken displayed.
"Anything of interest?" she asked quietly, watching as he fingered through the mail.
"Nothing much," he flicked the letters to the table, only one pulled from the stack and hidden in his pocket.
"Okay," her finger slipped to her lip as he settled on the couch, his body lounging as she crawled over top of him, the amber eyes flickering in interest.
"What's this?" Sesshomaru asked softly, his long fingers fluttering up her legs to settle on her hips while hers were splayed on his chest.
"Nothing," Rin teased, her lips lowering to kiss him, her hands moving to cup his cheek before they roam down to his belt, the demon enjoying her confidence in their more devious endeavours.
"Just like this?"
The amber eyes widened at the sight of the white letter between her fingertips, the corner tapping his nose.
"Rin, give me that back-"
"Tell me what it is first," she pressed, her body rolling off his as he towered over her, his fingers reaching for what she hid.
"A letter," the demon explained, "now give it back."
"No duh," Rin giggled, "but who's it from?"
"My mother," Sesshomaru couldn't help but grin as she squirmed beneath him, "now, may I please have it back."
"Of course," she laughed softly, her hand conceding to extend it out to him, "was that so hard?"
"Only because a little mischievous imp is playing with my mail," he murmured, his body straightening to sit up while hers flipped over, her chest now to the cushions and her cheek turned to look at him.
"How come I haven't met your mother yet?" Rin asked quietly, "I mean, we've been together for a year…"
"Mainly because my mother travels most of her time traveling from one fashion show to the other," the demon explained, "she's never in Japan… but, it could also be because my mother… half-raised me," the demon told her with a sigh as though that sufficed as an explanation.
"And?" she prompted, her eyebrow raised as she prompted him to continue.
"And she might react… differently than my father did," Sesshomaru told her, "she always wants to get her way and she's always wanted me to be wed to a demon woman," his long fingers fluttered over her flesh, "she and I… sort of had a falling out anyway."
"Over what?" Rin asked, her head tilted in curiosity.
"She thought I sided with my father one too many times," he confessed, "she's never handled rejection well."
"That's not a very nice thing to say about your mother," the young woman pointed out, her face serious and her finger wagging in his direction.
"So I'm aware," Sesshomaru nodded, "but… they're not exactly lies either."
Rin said nothing as she glanced back to the headboard, her chin in her folded arms.
"Rin?"
Brown eyes glanced up to him, his head tilted as he tried to understand her.
"Does your mother… even know about me?" the young woman asked quietly.
"She knows I'm with someone," Sesshomaru nodded, "but… she doesn't really communicate all that much."
"Why not? You're her son!"
"She only wants business contacts to call her," the demon shrugged, "she's always been like that and unless she sends me a letter, I have no idea where she is."
"Really!?" Rin seemed amazed at the words, her eyes widening slightly.
"You seem shocked," he commented, "as I mentioned, she and I never really had the best relationship."
"Still," she pouted softly, the demon chuckling as he ran his fingers through her long hair.
Wordlessly, the demon pulled open the letter, his eyes swiftly flickering down the note.
"And she won't be coming back for a while it seems," he murmured, "she's got another few months of shows planned."
"I thought her fashion magazine was doing supremely well," Rin inquired.
"It is," the demon nodded, "but, she works harder than my father for it to be that way."
"And that worries you?"
His amber eyes looked back to her, her chocolate orbs holding no malice.
"Yeah," he admitted, "I fear she's working herself into an early grave."
"Weren't you like that though?" her hand reached to rub his wrist, her thumb running over the markings.
"Once," Sesshomaru nodded, his body lowering to kiss her cheek tenderly, "not anymore though."
Rin giggled softly. True, he did go on business trips and had been known to work longer hours, though he tried to do what he could to work at home or come back to her. Thankfully, Rin was understanding, and had been known to visit him for his lunch hours.
"At any rate," Rin interrupted his thoughts, "is your mother really that bad?"
"You must remember what I was like towards you and InuYasha when you first met me," the demon murmured, the young woman swallowing thickly as she nodded, "she's… something like that."
"Ah," the young woman nodded, "I see."
Arms snaked around her waist as lips returned to the crook of her neck, her thoughtful face pulling into a teasing grin as she all but melted into him.
"If you really would like to meet her," Sesshomaru started, "I can ask her to come over for a visit when she's in Tokyo next."
"I'd like that," she murmured as her head turned to kiss his cheek, "just… make sure she knows about me okay?"
"Of course," the demon nodded, smiling as he returned to the actions Jaken had so rudely interrupted, her body flipping in his arms to have her arms wrap around his neck.
"Ms. InuKimi?"
Piercing amber eyes turned from the tall model, the smell of hairspray thick in the air as was the sound of models gossiping and chatting excitedly.
"What is it Anna?" the demon asked her assistant, her back turning towards the young woman who seemed to shiver in her presence as everyone else did.
"U-Um… you-you have two missed calls-"
"From?"
"Mr. DeVito and someone named Julian?"
"I'm a little busy," InuKimi told the young woman, her hands turning around the model in her arms, nodding her approval with pursed lips.
"Ma'am?"
"Was there any mail?" the woman asked, her heels clicking along on the floor, the young woman hurrying after her with letters pressed to her chest.
"Uh-Uh yes," she nodded, her hands adjusting to carefully grab a few envelopes, "there are a few-"
"Hurry up girl and stop stuttering," InuKimi snapped, her torso twisting around to grab the envelopes handed to her.
Her apologies fell on deaf ears as she tore open to see the letters inside, files and papers revealed to her orbs.
"Is this everything?" the demon asked, the door to her makeshift office opened while the girl hurried in behind her.
"Y-Yes ma'am-"
"What have I said about stuttering?" InuKimi chastised, her legs folded under her as she settled at her desk with the files in hand, "get me the files on the Burque and Sons."
Nodding nervously, Anna retreated to the file cabinet, her fingers searching through the brown folders before the chosen one was all but torn from her fingers.
"And this is all the mail?" the demon reiterated, her fingers flickering open her glasses as she examined the files, comparing one to the other.
"Yes ma'am," Anna nodded, her face confused slightly, "is there anything in particular you want me to look for?"
"I've sent something to my son," InuKimi murmured, "he must've just received it, but I'll be expecting a letter back."
"Wh-Why don't you just call him?"
The glare the poor girl received was enough to murder a small animal.
"My phone is exclusively for my contacts and do I have time to do that," the woman explained, "now, grab me the other files from DeVito."
Complying with the snapping fingers, InuKimi took the second file, her fingers running down the list to cross check.
"Ms. InuKimi?"
Her head turned up to the knock on her door, the manager sticking his head in her office, "you're needed backstage."
"Can't they do anything on their own!" the demon grumbled, her body standing from her desk only to falter slightly, her hand reaching to her calf.
"Ma'am!"
"I'm fine," the woman brushed off, her eyes turning angrily to her assistant that dared to infer she was weak, "it's just a cramp."
Moving away from the two of them, the demon woman marched determinedly to the stage where the designer seemed to wither under her sharp gaze.
After ten minutes, nine of which seemed to be her snapping at everyone who dared to cross her path.
Grunting in frustration, the demon made her way to her seat in front of the stage, her mind still mixed and spinning as she tried to control her thoughts. Reaching for her purse, her fingers brushed against the magazine inside.
A gossip rag who was in tight with her had given an advanced copy sporting a photo of her son with a mysterious young woman, the two of them surprisingly happy and smiling with the headline "Who is she?". That was indeed what she was now asking herself and, though a phone call would've given her a quicker answer, she found it was faster to just write and wait for a reply.
Her finger ran over her lips. Her son had never informed her of any new relationship, forming or otherwise. The thing that confused her the most was the young woman, and how human she appeared. She had brushed it off, knowing that her son wouldn't be with a human woman, but the question still nagged her.
A second twinge ran through her leg, her face wincing in pain though she tried to suppress it. The lights seemed to bright and the noise too loud. Needing quiet, the woman stood, her wobbling worrisome, made prevalent to those around her when she stumbled and fell to the floor, the chairs clattering as others around her gasped and called for an ambulance, the usually regal demon woman lying unconscious on the floor.
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