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Hana Hikaru

Chapter two: Enter Kagome, Tortured By Her Unavoidable Dreams

[flashback one year prior]

Kagome smacked her forehead against the wooden desk urgently trying to focus. She had another dream about him. She ALWAYS dreamed about him. And those dreams consisted of him being naked. This really bothered Kagome because her dreams made things awkward around him more times than she could count. Kagome shuddered at the thought. Awkwardness killed her insides... it was almost as if she were deathly afraid of it. Is there an awkward-phobia? Like aww-fuck-it-went-quiet-again-itis?

Well... if there was, Kagome had it. The dread in her mind reared it beastly ugly head whenever she was confronted by unnecessary silences, haphazard looks from multiple people at once, coincidental crowd like movements...anything.

Digression aside, the reason Kagome became awkward around him was simply because a single look at his features was enough of a catalyst to make her remember her previous night. Those dreams made her sopping wet, and wobbly. Those dreams showed her what she wanted him to do to her. Those dreams reminded Kagome why she feared awkwardness.

Those dreams made Kagome want to have sex with Sesshoumaru just to prove she wouldn't be awkward after.

Sex was something Kagome didn't have a fear of. Although the notions of talking, participating, and watching sex have an incredibly high rate of awkward-probability, somehow Kagome never got to that feeling. It wasn't like she was willing to go and open her body to the streets, no, that's indecency. It was more of a comfortable acceptance. Sex was everywhere, and the "demure" persona that her highschool "friends" embodied grated a little too heavily on her nerves.

They would shriek with terror in sex-ed, and openly insult people in relationships simply because they expected the relationship was sexual. It was like they were afraid of it. Now Kagome respected fears, but these girls were unnecessarily rude. Their fear meter made them embarrassed and when they were embarrassed, they lashed out. Kagome sighed lightly, turning her face to lie on her cheek. They were drama queens anyway, and did everything for attention. So glad I'm not friends with them anymore. She had better friends now.

Ripping her face unwillingly from the painfully rigid desk, Kagome looked out her window. It was nice to have a corner office, Kagome surmised. Well, it was nice to have an entire floor to herself, but Kagome went through the trouble of picking the corner office, simply for the excessive windows.

It was always a beautiful sight whenever she chose to look. Japan was amazing. The large city of Tokyo sprawling clear out into the horizon, usually filled with colors, and the happy birds that flew by once in a while reminded Kagome that even though the city was a city, it was still beautiful in its own way.

Right now, a woman just went out of her store front to water the plants on the sidewalk with a bucket, and the sun was glinting off the shiny roof of the cafe down the street that was just closing.

Wait, closing? That cafe only closes at 2 pm.

Kagome checked her silver durable shiny watch, and then promptly face-planted into her desk again.

Yes, it was midday.

She needed to go on lunch break.

Maybe lunch might have an easier reprise on her brain. After all the sun was still shining, which meant a lot more time left in the day. And it's not like she had gotten a lot done today anyways.

Hence the problem for dreaming: Sesshoumaru hasn't just invaded Kagome's nightly escapades, but during the work day as well. They were distracting her and keeping her from her work. And she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in herself at being so completely lustful of him. It shouldn't matter if she was his secretary, or his partner... those kinds of feelings in the workplace just screw everything up.

Kagome sighed and pushed herself away from her desk and grudgingly balanced herself on the heels she decided to wear today. Maaaaybe the Marni's weren't the best choice, she chided herself. Deal, she thought, tomorrow it will be the Carlo's. She blushed in embarrassment when her brain caught up with her body and she watched herself wobble slightly. Let's just make it to the elevator door, old woman. Kagome needed coffee, or some other form of energy; she was drained from all of this.

But you know what did give her energy? Her dreams of Sesshoumaru. Usually stark naked, and beckoning her to him, with that talented finger, which would eventually run down the base of her spine until it moved over the curve of her ass. That talented finger would then hook her leg right over his clean, crimson marked hip while his other talented fingers worked themselves over the sensitivities of her skin.

Kagome almost exploded into a nosebleed, walking in a tight circle once. Oh, just the thought of that man – err demon – err god made her soil her shorts. Kagome wanted him. So. Incredibly. Bad.

She walked in another small circle, following the path of the first one, and urging the blood to rush from her heated cheeks. Focus, Kagome. Lets just think about him when we get home.

She punched the button on the elevator just as it appeared on her floor. Score! Kagome's afternoon was already becoming better. Now, she thought what would I like to munch on?

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