Pure Lust or is it Something More?
Hi everyone this is going to be a one-shot until I think it needs to be more. This is just something that I needed to get out of my head. I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the characters, and I do not benefit from this story; just makes more room in my crazy head.
Summary: Tonight will be the night. I must touch her, feel her, taste her, and make her mine. Moving the shower curtain she gracefully steps inside the shower, pulling the maroon colored curtain back to its place; guarding her from the eyes that watch her from afar. He watches her undress, personally striping only for him. He is almost drooling with the desire to break through her window and take her up against the shower walls.
Time Setting: It has been four years after the final battle with Naraku, and Kagome had long decided that her place, was in her own time. Settling her feelings for Inuyasha, and realizing that the best thing to do was to step aside and let Kikyo and him have their time together. She now works in a high end company, as the CEO's personal secretary; she moved out of the shrine after graduating high school so now she is living in the downtown area in a high end apartment.
I just typed the last words of the presentation for the big meeting on Friday, and I was so relieved that my work day was over; even though this is the only time I get to myself. It had been a long tiring day, one thing after another from the entire office. Mr. CEO does not let anyone see him, not even me; he is there before I get there and is still there before I leave. I always find 'my daily list' on my desk every morning, and I have never left the office without making sure that it was all done immaculately. Letting out a breath I did not know I was holding, I started to gather my things to leave. 'I do not understand why I cannot shake this feeling, and I have not sensed something like this for four years' Kagome thought trying to get rid of her fear for her night. 'It is always worse at night, it is like someone is following me; but I do not hear the footsteps, or hear the noises. No this is the feeling that you get when some stranger's eyes are burning a hole through your soul, or they are staring at you fantasizing about you being in their bedroom every night.' She shivers to herself shaking the thoughts from her head. "You can do this girl, it is just a three block walk." She told herself in complete motivation. To no avail, she was still worried out of her wits, if this was going to be the night she came face to face to these "pair of eyes." Gathering all of her stored courage she grabs her purse with her brief case, and turns a sharp right, on her 5 inch stilettoes, walking towards the dangers of her night; to her the unknown.
Sensing that her presence was no longer in front of his office, he gently opens the door to strut his way down the hallway through the private stair case to the main floor. He never liked to let anyone in his entire company see his face, because he was not one to be social; he loved the mystery behind what was himself. He knew he was more than capable of running that whole damn company himself, but choose to not over work himself into an early grave. 'Ha, early grave? Maybe over 1,000 years too late' he chuckled inwardly. Taking his time with the stairs he still knew that he would beat her to the bottom. She had shorter legs, and dreaded the night time so she usually took her time to get to the lobby, and out the main entrance doors. 'All because of me' he smirks to himself. When he had found her, he immediately had to make her his personal secretary; and at first he thought that was the worst idea he could have he himself could have ever transpired. He tried so hard to possess her scent, the way she called to him; it was like a song that pulled his soul in her direction. He had gone through fifteen doors in the first two months of her arrival; being strong enough to stay behind the doors but not having the will or care to beat the shit out of them, punishing them for keeping him from her. It has been eight months and I have become more obsessed with her than I have even thought possible; I made it a point to know everything about her, everything she does. She wakes up way too early in the morning, so she can sit outside with her coffee and enjoy the sunrise, before making sure she is thirty minutes early for work every day. She leaves an hour later than she is supposed to, and sometimes even later than that; she lives three blocks from the main entrance, to hers. She likes to go up on the roof of her apartment building and watch the stars for at least one hour every night. She then attends to her body in the shower or bath; she never knows until the very last minute which she is in the mood for. It is like she becomes part of the water during those times, she likes to just sit in the shower or in the bath tub; admiring the water, the way it looks on her skin, and the way she feels like it melts her world away. She then walks around in her towel or puts on tights and a t-shirt to watch T.V while making herself dinner, she enjoys her dinner with a glass of wine; she usually has a weekly wine selection. Then it is off to bed. That is his favorite part is when she is laying there sleeping, her long black hair tossed around her head. Her right or left knee pulled up to her chest with the other leg lays flat next to it. She usually do not sleep with a pillow 'I still cannot figure out why' he asked himself reaching for the answer. Tonight will be the night. I must touch her, feel her, taste her, and make her mine.
Her long black hair bellows around her the moment she takes a step outside, she runs her delicate fingers through her hair to make sure it does not cloud her vision. Her stunning hazel eyes reach out to the darkness around her, trying to see what she knows she cannot. As soon as she starts moving her long slender legs, in the direction of her home; her heart takes a leap out of her chest. The sensation that this unknown feeling creates inside of her, scares her, longs for her, begs for her to realize the intentions behind it. Her chest heaves up and down, she starts her dreaded journey back to her apartment. As she walks the barely lighted street of downtown, she stops and continues to search for the feeling behind her. Frustration takes a hold of her in which she turns on her heels, her black mid-thigh skirt flows from her body like a piece of silk doing its own dance. With new found courage she makes it back to her apartment, without another glance behind herself. Knowing the rush will not subside she opens her purse, and reaches for her keys to open the door. She makes her way inside setting her things on the counter by the door, making sure she turns around and locks the padlock insuring her safety; to her knowledge. She decides that she is lacking and appetite tonight, skipping that she goes straight for the bathroom to wash away the day. Turning on only the hot water, she slowly starts to undress herself; first with her miniature black blazer sliding it down her arms, finally letting it drop itself onto the floor. Next, her shirt untucking it from her skirt she crosses her arms grabbing the bottom while slowly lifting it over her head. Unzipping the back of her skirt she lets it fall slowly off of her hips; reaching behind herself grasping the buckle of her bra, she unclasps it then leans over letting the black lace fall off of her on its own accord. Leaning down while grabbing onto the sides of hey black boy-short styled panties to pulls them off her protected area. Moving the shower curtain she gracefully steps inside the shower, pulling the maroon colored curtain back to its place; guarding her from the eyes that watch her from afar.
He watches her undress, personally striping only for him. He is almost drooling with the desire to break through her window and take her up against the shower walls. Letting the hot steamy water fall over their bodies as he makes her scream out at his penetrations. Just the thought of it makes his blood boil with an uncontrollable amount of lust. Pure Lust, is what has attached itself to him tonight, and will be the same thing that will drive him to do what is intended tonight. 'She will be mine, and only mine' he breathes heavily to himself. Using his demonic powers, he listens to her giving herself little body massages; washing away the entire day under the hot water. After thirty minutes of trying to restrain himself, she steps out of the shower. Her whole body looks like it is blushing a deep pink from the hotness of the water. The water drips down her body caressing it as it falls to the ground; her hair sticks to her back, like a piece of wet black silk. Eyes turning from gold to red then back again, he struggles. 'Why does she, this human girl; have this control over me?' he attempts to distract himself from the creature in front of his eyes. By the time she is done in the bathroom, pampering herself to the fullest, she walks into her bedroom to put on a long t-shirt with a pair of panties. Skipping the regular routine of her night, she decides to go straight to her bed for a long awaited slumber. Pulling back the beige sheets she climbs in and turns off the lights, laying on her stomach she almost convinced herself she is safe for yet another night, and quickly drifts off into dream land.
Watching her turn off the light and get into her comfort of her sleeping position, he jumps off of the building next to hers and with the same moment opens her window and crawls through; with the amazing grace his demon allows him to have, he is inside her bedroom within seconds. He strides over to the side of the bed she slumbers on, watching her back rise and fall with each breathe. Still trying to control himself, he moves the strand of black silk from her face, to inspect her beauty. Knowing very well that he cannot understand how she could possibly look more beautiful to him; and yet she does laying there awaiting his touches, his caresses, his hands upon her glorious body. He cannot control it anymore, he tries but his body starts acting out on its own accord. He slowly reaches forward, and moves the covers from her body, to gaze upon what will become his. Her legs are just as the always are, laying there like a ribbon attached to her. Her treasured ass cheeks peeking out of the bottom of her shirt, the lace of her white panties hugging to her like they were not just placed there. She looks like an angel laying there, awaiting him, wanting him, calling to him, and will be screaming for him. He swiftly jumps to the other side of her bed, to then undress himself, letting his slacks fall to the ground without a noise. Completely nude, and shining like a god with the moon light bouncing off of his well-toned body; he climbs into bed only making her stir, receiving a soft moan from her. He thought he would never hear something that would control his entire being. He could run into the bells of hell, just with this picture in his mind right now. No waiting another minute he lays down, while reaching out for her. He lifts her up and lays her next to him wrapping his left arm around her tiny frame, while his right hand snakes its way inside her shirt to meet with her silky skin. She stirs but does not wake up just yet, as he lays there with this goddess in his arms, he loses control over his demon for a spilt second. Moving his right hand from her body, he takes her face into his large hands and pulls her luscious lips to finally meet his own.
Wake up, wake up her mind is screaming to her; 'But I just go to sleep, no I do not think I will' she responds. 'Wait what…WHO!' she realizes that she is not the only one in her bed. Her eyes bust open from the dream she thought she was having. She sees his face; that face, that presence, 'It's HIM.' Pulling back as hard as she can away from him, he was surprised by her suddenly awareness of the situation and loses his grip on her body. She backs away from his hold toward the edge of the bed, scared out of her wits she is not aware that the bed was ending, she kept moving. With a gasp she awaits the sudden impact of the wood floor, but it never comes; he grabs onto her and pulls her back into his chest. Now sitting up against the wall, he has her legs bent at the knees and his arms wrapped tightly around her; holding onto her for dear life.
"Uh…I…Sess…Sesshomaru….Wh.-"Kagome stutters out but when she tries to finish his lips are upon hers sealing her into a magical kiss. She closes her eyes and for some reason is kissing him back, 'What the hell is going on? He is the one that I have been feeling around me?' Almost like she was smacked in the head, she removes her lips from his, turning her head quickly bringing her hand up in the same moment and collides it with the side of his face. Finally allows her emotions to come into play she fuels with anger.
"Sesshomaru! How did- Let go of me!" She stumbles out with a trace of fear trailing behind every word.
"Now Now, my little miko do not talk to me in that tone." He says almost as calm as the ocean. She tries with all her might to hold onto every emotion but fear. 'I will not let him think I am afraid of him.'
"MY little miko, I have come to make you mine." He says confidently
"You...wh-what?!" Kagome screeches not being able to absorb the fear out of her voice anymore.
"It has been too long, my miko." He says ending the short conversation. He bends down and ascending his lips upon her own. Struggling under the surprise of the situation she was in at the moment, she wiggles under his grasp and tries to get away from him. Picking her up off his lap, with one movement he is laying down on top of her, kissing down her neck, smelling her 'Kami, she smells delectable.' He breathes to himself. Letting his demon come out for this, his eyes turn red, his grip tightens, fangs grow longer and insert themselves into the spot where her neck and shoulder meet; marking her making her his own forever.
There might be a steamy sexual lemon in the next chapter; but that depends on you guys! R&R