A/N: School is # 1 priority as always, but since I found coffee, any time not working or asleep, I found free time! So ta-da!
From here on out, the majority of the characters will be very, very OC. Why? Two reasons: I shouldn't be writing this, I don't know HOW to write this; I was dared to finish it & two, because they're completely wasted in many of the scenes.
Kagura couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this good. But then she couldn't remember the last time she'd been as drunk as this either. Not like it mattered though. She was exhilarated by the intoxication, and even more so by the man who was holding himself to her in such a troublesome position. Kagura doubted it was dancing any longer. Or what classified dancing anyhow.
As the song slowed Sesshoumaru moved them backwards towards the walls to keep them steady, but somehow Kagura managed to slip anyways, and they both crashed hard into the wall towards which they had been heading. Too drunk to register pain, Kagura instead giggled. And of course having held fast to the first thing she could reach for when she fell, she now realized she had a fistful of Sesshomaru's hair. Examining it, she slurred, "Sessh, you're like a girl…"
Looking at her oddly he garbled back a very muffled "how so?"
And in her hysterical state she just giggled. After she could control herself a little more she mused, " 'cuz you're hair is so damn perfect…"
Attempting to look disgruntled, he suffered through many failed attempts to raise a brow at her, but she got the idea anyways.
"Well," he countered, "you, Kagura, are like the wind…" and he leaned over her staring intently with those golden orbs of his, "the wind can be felt," and he slid and icy cold finger down from her temple to her cheek, "the wind can be caught," and he pushed her against the wall and still kept his eyes locked on hers, "but the wind can never truly be touched…." And he ended his sentence by capturing her mouth in the smallest of kisses.
The motion itself was enough to knock them both out of their inebriation and back into sobriety.
It was then Kagura decided she'd had enough excitement for tonight. She left. After all, the reason she'd become drunk was bad enough… Seriously! She was a director, of the movie he wanted to buy off of her?!
"Uggh…." She thought "and I went and got wasted, and then ended up in a lip lock with him…" even though other parts of her mind, less dignified, were reveling in the fact. After all, how long can a person wait?
"Long enough!" yelled the pride inside her. She'd waited long enough for this job, this opportunity, and he comes along with his stupid appealing looks, and his briefcase of money, and offers of prizes, when it should've been easy to say no, making her give in.
Kagura's eyes opened wide as she realized that she had given in to selling off her job. Which was why…. She'd … gotten… drunk….
"…Fuck."