A/N; Hello. I've been reading fanfictions for a while now, so I've decided to try my hand at writing! Woot, woot! So yeah. These stories are written out mostly to get them out of my overcrowded mind, but reviews are nice I suppose. So...if you like, let me know? Cause compliments are nice. And everyone likes them regardless of what they say. So, yeah. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING.

Summary: Tony goes for a check up. Warning; Slight, kinda, sorta spoiler for Iron Man 3 if you haven't seen it yet. Word of advice...watch it.

Dark lashes fluttered softly against milky skin as she came in close, her touches light and her own bright blue eyes focused. A medical mask covered the lower half of her face from view. Pity. He thought. Bet she'd have perfect lips. His own pink tongue darted out, wetting his dry lips. "You know, doc, you're the only doctor that actually wears the mask." His voice, as husky as it was smooth, broke her train of thought and ended her prodding...much to his displeasure.

Blue eyes looked up at him, sparkling with no incentive. "Does it bother you, Stark-san?"

"It does actually." He smirked lightly. "I have a problem with beautiful woman hiding themselves from me."

She raised a thin brow, a dry look crossing her face...or what was visible of her face. "It is a requirement back home." She said by way of explanation.

"And I'm assuming you're no longer home?"

"No." She replied, bending forward towards his chest. Her fingertips running over the rim of the circular ring protruding from his sternum.

"Then why wear it?" Tony Stark asked, ignoring the trail of goosebumps that erupted from her touch.

"It helps with the homesickness." She glanced up at him, pulling her hands away from him. With a light tug she removed the mask revealing high cheekbones and pouty pink lips. I knew it. Tony thought, grinning ear to ear.

"Dinner." He started, watching as she moved effortlessly to dispose of the mask. She looked at him questioningly. "Is a good way to stave off the homesickness." He offered, playfully waggling his brows.

"I don't make it a habit of accepting dates from my patients, Stark-san. Besides, I'm in a relationship." She smiled apologetically, straightening her ponytail as she did so.

"Date? I didn't say date." Tony shook his head, eyes merrily twinkling. "My girlfriend would kill me if I took anyone other than her on a date."

"The great Tony Stark finally tied down?" She questioned, her tone teasing.

"I'm offended you think that, Doctor Higurashi." He feigned a horrified expression. "Not tied down. Never tied down. Just...bound. Like a contract."

Kagome chuckled, her bottom leaning against the counter of her examining office. "I see. Well, Stark-san, you seem to be doing a lot better than the last time I saw you."

"Knew that already, Doc." He waved her off.

"Then why come?" She asked, her brows nearly reaching her hair line. "You're a brilliant mind, if the media is to believed, Stark-san. I'm sure you can diagnose yourself."

"The media is to be believed. And I can." He stated, modesty not part of his vocabulary. "I come to get a reason to look and be touched without getting in trouble with the Misses." He joked, his merriment clear on his face.

"Yes. Of course." She added dryly, her lips pursed. "As I was saying, the procedure for the removal of the device will be a tedious one. Dangerous as well." He nodded, knowing this already. "But not impossible." He looked up at her, impatiently waiting for an explanation. "With the proper means and equipment you'll be free of the arc reactor without a problem. If that's really what you want."

"It is." He said without hesitation. She nodded, turning over to her prescription pad and scribbling out a quick note.

"Take this to the front and you'll be given the referral and date of the operation Follow the instructions for the antibiotics to a 'T'." He reached out for the slip only to have it snatched away. "Don't miss a single dose, Stark-san." He nodded, his eyes roved over the slip of paper, taking in the smooth strokes of her script. Neat and precise, traits doctors usually lacked in their writing. He offered a nod in thanks as he left the room. He approached the receptionist and handed over the thin slip.

"Stark." Tony started at the voice, deep and devoid of emotions...just as he remembered it.

"Taishou." Tony turned on his heels, coming face to...side with the tall, silver haired man.

"Hn." Sesshomaru nodded, his back against the wall and his arms crossed against his chest.

"You here for the good doctor, too?" Tony asked, shifting his weight to his right.

"Hn."

"Yeah, as loquacious as ever., I see" The shorter, brunette man slipped his hands into his pants pockets. The files already sent to Pepper.

"Stark-san?" Kagome's voice caused Sesshomaru's ears to perk slightly. "Is there a hold up with your referral?" She asked, concern etched across her face as she looked over to her receptionist.

"No, no. Not at all. Just catching up with an old...friend." Ignoring the scoff from Sesshomaru's direction he offered Kagome his most pleasant smile.

"Ah, Sesshomaru!" Kagome exclaimed, her blue eyes brightening considerably. "Right on time as usual." Tony watched as the man inclined his head towards her, all the while pushing himself off the wall.

"Are you ready for lunch, Kagome?" Kagome nodded happily, her smile never diminishing.

"Wait...lunch?!" Tony started, straightening his posture at the thought. "You two know each other?"

"Why else would we have lunch, Stark?"

"I think that just might be the most I've heard you say in a single sentence." Tony quipped, smirking at the flat look he received.

Kagome chuckled nervously, blue eyes darting between the two most brilliant minds of the century. Her hands wringing nervously, she cleared her throat. "Ah...S-Sesshomaru, we should get going. The reservation won't be held forever."

"Hn." His head dipped and he waited patiently for the young woman to gather her things.

"Have a good day, Stark-san! I'll see you on the day of your operation." She smiled reassuringly, and with long strides she disappeared from her office an elbow tucked neatly in Sesshomaru's, chattering a mile a minute while he held the tiniest of smiles. And as Tony Stark exited the building, he thought of the odd couple the cold owner of Tenseiga Health Enterprises and the warm, cheeky doctor made. And he liked it. So with a small smile he flipped open his phone and reserved a table for two at the restaurant Pepper liked.

The end.

Additional A/N; I know, I know. Taishou...real creative. But really, it fits...I think. Plus it's way too much effort to find a surname that flows with Sesshomaru. And We can't exactly give him Kagome's last name...cause that's kind of freaky. They can be mistaken as siblings and that would be weird. So I went with the crowd, and the rest of futuristic Inuysaha fanfics, and deemed him Taishou, Sesshomaru. Or Sesshomaru Taishou. Whatever. But I hope you enjoyed and constructive criticism is always welcome but know that if you're mean to me...we can't be friends.